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With a light sound, the sword of consciousness slashed on the ink.

However, it could not stop the ink. The drop of ink had been shattered by the Sword of Consciousness, but after the Sword of Consciousness, the broken ink condensed again, condensed into a drop, and still flew straight towards Lin Yi.

Lin Yi's thoughts moved, and his body turned into a breeze and disappeared into the pavilion in an instant.

However, the ink disappeared.

A moment later, there was a strange movement in the void, and a blue light flashed, Lin Yi showed his body, and the drop of ink was less than a foot away from his eyebrows.

Lin Yi's face became unprecedentedly solemn, and he felt a vast holy power from the drop of ink.

The drop of ink is like a sage of a book saint. Even if he uses all his means and even if he uses his body skills to the extreme, he will eventually be unable to avoid this sprint.

Lin Yi had the last trump card, which was to hide in the rosette space, but he did not do so.

Because he did not feel any murderous aura from the ink full of holy power. What he felt was a sustenance and a kind of inheritance.

He simply gave up his resistance, put away his territory, and relaxed his whole body. As a result, the ink slowly stopped on his forehead.

Thumb...

The footsteps sounded upstairs, and Wuliang Taoist and Budai monk climbed to the ninth floor one after another.

The two unscrupulous people were stunned as soon as they came in.

"How do I feel a sense of holy power?"

The unscrupulous Taoist looked around the room and said to himself.

"Is the supreme nine-character mantra of the saint of calligraphy hidden on this top floor?"

The monk Budai widened his eyes, looked around, and began to search.

The vulgar Long Fei was above the two of them, but his long eyes were still blinking and he looked at Lin Yi.

Intuition tells Wu Zuolong that Lin Yi is in trouble, and it is quite a problem.

Suddenly.

The unscrupulous Taoist and the monk Budai also closed their eyes and looked at Lin Yi.

Two unscrupulous eyes fell on Lin Yi's face and on Lin Yi's eyebrows. In an instant, the two unscrupulous eyes became extremely greedy.

"Damn it! I searched through the boxes and cabinets for a long time, but I didn't expect that the supreme skill of the Book Saint was here?"

The monk Budai swears a bit, and his big eyes are not blinking, and the ink on Lin Yi's eyebrows is rarely seen.

The unscrupulous Taoist screamed, his body shaped like the wind, and suddenly rushed towards Lin Yi.

"Boy, you are not interested enough. You actually want to have a supreme skill that can only be used to enshrine the saint of calligraphy, but you don't even have any other skills!"

In desperation, the unscrupulous Taoist used the dragon-striking ruler, and the sharp sword tip pierced Lin Yi's throat.

If Lin Yi does not want to be injured, he must retreat.

Lin Yi retreated quickly and avoided the unscrupulous Taoist's Dragon Explosion Ruler. However, the drop of ink followed him like a shadow, suspended at the center of his eyebrows.

The unscrupulous Taoist was even more anxious. He flew with the power of nine oxen and two tigers and finally entered Shushengzhai. Seeing that the supreme skills of Shusheng were close to him, but he was about to be intercepted by Lin Yi. How could he not be upset?

He screamed strangely, waved the dragon ruler in his hand wildly, forcing Lin Yi to dodge again and again.

"Stinking Taoist priest, stop! You're so crazy!"

Lin Yi was also anxious, and he said angrily: "Do you think I am willing to ask for this thing? This ink is like a piece of dog skin plaster, sticking to my eyebrows. I can't get rid of it even if I want to get rid of it."

"Hmph! If you really don't want to steal the unique skills of the Book Saint, please dodge me immediately."

The unscrupulous Taoist is very righteous and has a little unreasonable attitude.

The monk Budai saw some nicknames on the side, as if Lin Yi was very passive, and the drop of ink seemed to be unable to get rid of it.

However, at this moment, a thunder suddenly exploded on the roof.

Boom-

A flash of lightning broke through the roof and turned into dozens of twisted electric pythons, slashing towards Lin Yi and the two unscrupulous.

In an instant, both unscrupulous ones changed their colors.

The sudden lightning was strange. The moment the lightning split the roof, the whole room was like a quagmire, and both Wuliang and Lin Yi were unable to move at all.

Dozens of electric pythons slashed on Lin Yi's body. Lin Yi's body shook slightly, and a cool brow felt at the center of his eyebrows. The drop of ink had disappeared from the center of his eyebrows.

An indescribable heavy aura hit Lin Yi's whole body.

Lin Yi felt that his whole body became extremely heavy, and his whole body seemed to be filled with lead, and his eyelids were fighting and he couldn't open it even if he opened it.

He endured the sudden tiredness, sat cross-legged, meditated and adjusted his breathing, and circulated the [Qiankun Ziyang Art]. Before he knew it, ancient scrolls flew past his sea of ​​consciousness...

After Lin Yi entered the meditation, there was still a terrifying lightning in the sky, slashing into the pavilion.

Lin Yi's body is comparable to that of a god or a demon, so he naturally didn't realize these lightning bolts with his teeth and claws.

But the two of them were unscrupulous, and they were hit by lightning, and smoke was emitting all over their bodies.

The unscrupulous Taoist had a scattered bun, his face was pitch black, and only two of his eyes were white, looking like a small worker who was taking off coal ash.

The robe on the Budai monk's body bulged up, like an angry toad.

Dozens of lightning slashed on the monk's robe. He seemed unharmed, but he grinned and screamed.

The vulgar dragon was in the air, dodging left and right, but was struck by lightning and directly struck to the ground by the air.

Even though it is an ancient divine beast with invincible bloodline and thick skin, it is still slashed and screamed in pain under such terrifying lightning.

I don’t know how long it took, but the lightning finally ended.

Both unscrupulous ones fell to the ground.

The vulgar dragon lies on the floor, foaming at the mouth.

Lin Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, still entering a state of meditation, but there was a layer of light yellow halo around him.

The two unscrupulous people looked at the yellow halo, and they were all envious.

The unscrupulous Taoist spit out a mouthful of black blood and said angrily: "I knew that this kid was born to defeat Taoist Master. Whether he was exploring treasures with him or exploring adventures, Taoist Master has never gained benefits!"

The monk Budai touched the big bald head, smiled bitterly, and said, "This shows that the donor Lin has a deep blessing. Didn't you see it just now? The donor Lin doesn't want to inherit the inheritance of the Book Saint at all, but the inheritance of the Book Saint is not imposed on others."

"The bullshit is imposed on him! Who doesn't want the inheritance of the Book Saint? This kid is clearly a drama master, he is clearly doing the show for us." Wuliangdao said angrily.

"Okay, okay, don't argue anymore." The vulgar dragon advised, "I, Laolong, suggest that in the future, the three of us will cooperate. Whether it is digging graves and treasures, or exploring the veins, you two guys will be counted as long as you act. As for my Laolong's master? His aura is really too strong. If you still take him to explore treasures, Laolong can guarantee that the meat and soup are his, and you can't even catch any hair."

After thinking about it carefully, the two unscrupulous people found that the wretched dragon was really saying this.

Every time they encounter Lin Yi when they visit treasure, they will definitely be in trouble.

Even in the underworld, Lin Yi gained both fame and fortune. The two of them were supposed to be the protagonists, but they both became so-called.

This time the same is true.

Lin Yi slowly opened his eyes, and the three of them had a sudden discussion.
Chapter completed!