Master, save me! [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 92

Traveling all the way, Lin Yi didn't spend too much time finding the place of Burial Sword Hill. This is the area with the most turbulent spiritual power, and it is very easy to find in general.

The lightless sky failed to make this place truly dark, just because Lin Yi saw a forest of swords and a sea of ​​blades, and those long or short, exquisite or simple, without the scabbard The swords are not dusty because of the age, they are standing in the sand at this moment, glowing with a gloomy light.

"This is..." Lin Yi frowned slightly.

What kind of formation is this?

In Lin Yi's perception, he didn't notice anything special. If it was a formation, how could there be no introduction door and no prohibitive enchantment deployment?

It seems that this place is no different from the usual area except for these coldly glowing swords.

If you say that Zhang Xiaoming is just cheating him, it is said that there is a time, but it is not.Just looking at the way he lingers here, hesitating and not daring to enter easily, acting like a prank like a child, Lin Yi will definitely not believe it.

Although they talked about peace verbally, who took it seriously?

Sensing Bai Zirou's spiritual power, Lin Yi didn't think for too long, but after a short pause, he stepped into the sword cluster in front of him.

He didn't have much choice, this game was like entering a chessboard, and he had to win or lose with the opponent, and he didn't think that Zhang Xiaoming would let him go at such a good opportunity today.

"Xuanyuan Kun." Lin Yi called out.

The sound fell for a moment, and there was no one behind him, showing a touch of white clothes, which was very conspicuous in the dark night.

The person who came with low eyebrows was Xuanyuan Kun.

"Master."

Lin Yi didn't look back, and there was nothing more to say to each other except this simple greeting, and the two walked together to Jianlin Road one after the other.

A road is not a road at all, and a road can only emerge if there are many people who deliberately cultivate it or walk it.There were no obstacles on the long road of Burying Sword Hill, and the swords did not show the strange changes that the formation should have immediately after he stepped into the place like Lin Yi's phenomenon.

Everything is normal and cannot be normal anymore.Because of this, it is even more difficult for Lin Yi to guess what the intention of this formation is.He and Xuanyuan Kun went deep into the hinterland of the sword cluster, and the drizzle that had just dispersed in Gucheng came again.

Standing on the small road in the hinterland of the sword cluster, Lin Yi sensed that Bai Zirou was not far ahead, he was breathing a sigh of relief and secretly glad that the journey was unimpeded, when the bright light above his head suddenly made the entire Jianjian Hill as bright as day.

He raised his eyes and saw that the bright light above was like a white seam between the black clouds, and then the raindrops as big as beans fell down with their weight.

Just a few drops, but it's not a good sign...

Then, in the extinction of the lightning, Lin Yi saw Bai Zirou in front of him.

"Zhang Xiaoming, you!" Lin Yi cried out in horror.

The woman among the colorful swords fell to the ground like a withered pear blossom in the dark night, hard to withstand the wind and rain.Bai Zirou was pierced through the chest by a long sword, pinning her to the ground.There is a faint luster on the hilt of the sword, this sword is undoubtedly pure and evil.

It...is absorbing Bai Zirou's soul!

The bright light made Lin Yi see everything in front of him too clearly, and he and Xuanyuan Kun hurriedly flew to Bai Zirou's side.

"Master... let's go..." Bai Zirou opened her eyes slightly, but she was expressionless, muttering to herself and kept talking slightly, but she had seen Lin Yi at all, and she just kept repeating with the only thoughts left. these words.

"Sister!"

"Xuanyuan Kun, protect Master!" Lin Yi's face turned pale from the shock in front of him. This girl is not only a character in her novel, but also the one who called him Master.Within less than a year of getting along with Lingxiao Immortal Palace, Bai Zirou's sincere trust in Master and his family-like attitude made Lin Yi feel guilty for the death ending he gave to the other party back then. Bai Zirou strikes!

Only by subduing the evil spirit of the sword can the sword move.

"I'll save you for my teacher!" Lin Yi's heart trembled, and he reached out his hand to grab Jing Xie, and he used his spiritual power to subdue Jing and pulled it out.

But before Lin Yi touched the Jingxie sword, Xuanyuan Kun took the hilt of the Jingxie sword first, and couldn't help but frowned and closed his eyes immediately, and the surrounding spiritual power burst out instantly, sweeping away the dust.

The dust stone made a crisp sound when it touched the blade, but the mania did not end when the wind stopped. Those blades that were half stuck in the soil suddenly trembled continuously, as if they were all trying to break through the ground.Lin Yi didn't delay, and hurriedly protected Xuanyuan Kun and Yun Ling on guard.Even if thousands of swords attack him, he is actually nothing to be afraid of with his cultivation.

What worried Lin Yi was Zhang Xiaoming's formation.

I'm afraid it's not as simple as sending a thousand swords together...

Someone came leisurely and slowly from a distance, and Xin Chang's figure was blurred in the darkness, but he didn't need to think much to know who the visitor would be.

Zhang Xiaoming was full of smiles, walked briskly, and said with emotion, "It's so good, it's really a good family relationship, and Zhang is very moved."

Lin Yi sneered and didn't talk to him.The appearance of Zhang Xiaoming did not make him feel unexpected,

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Xiaoming, who was originally in the distance, approached in an instant. To Lin Yi's indifferent reaction, Zhang Xiaoming touched his chin, looked at Lin Yi and asked in doubt, "Well, why, aren't you surprised?" ?”

Lin Yi's eyes suddenly turned cold, the hand under the long sleeve was originally using spiritual power to plan the imaginary sword, but when he saw the dialect Yan Ting behind Zhang Xiaoming, he clenched into a fist and extinguished the killing intent in the palm.

"Bai Zirou is not the villain you said, why should he be so?"

"Huh? She is indeed not a villain. But, in your script, she should have died a long time ago?" Zhang Xiaoming raised his hand and said indifferently, "Since she deserves to die, what is wrong with what I did?"

Lin Yi was speechless for a while, and suddenly laughed, "It seems that Your Excellency has no intention of letting me go."

Zhang Xiaoming admitted frankly, nodded and said, "Didn't your Excellency already guess it?"

Although what the monk said was eloquent, there were countless loopholes in it. Zhang Xiaoming promised not to hinder them from saving people, but he never said that he would not be moved today.The same is true for Lin Yi. He promised that he would not fight back in a hundred years, but he never said that he would not do anything today.

Thunder suddenly appeared in the sky, and with a deafening sound, the quiet land of Gucheng was no longer as peaceful as it appeared.

The rain was getting more and more, Zhang Xiaoming imagined an umbrella out of nowhere, and put it on top of Lin Yi's head. His expression was often smiling. If it wasn't because of the weird scene at the moment and his known nature, judging from the appearance, he would still be I can figure out Mr. Ruyu.

Zhang Xiaoming asked warmly, "What are you waiting for?"

Lin Yi didn't like Zhang Xiaoming being so close to him, he pushed back slightly, and he didn't need this umbrella to keep out the wind and rain.

"Waiting for you to tell me how you plan on getting me eaten in your web."

However, in fact, the rainwater still soaked Lin Yi's hair bun and robe, and the sword blades standing in the soil were shining, but they never left their original positions.

Zhang Xiaoming didn't take the fact that Lin Yi compared him to a spider to heart, he continued with his own words, "Oh, you are waiting for Xuanyuan Kun to subdue the Jingxie Sword." After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to cover his smile, and said narrowly, " I'm afraid you won't be able to wait."

No need to ask any more questions, the moment Zhang Xiaoming finished speaking, the thunder and lightning struck Lin Yi directly along the heavy rain.

"It turned out to be..." The blow was caught off guard, and half of Lin Yi's body was shattered when he was hit, and he staggered and fell over.Instinctively, he wanted to grab Zhang Xiaoming to stand firm, and the dizziness before his eyes made him forget to think.However, the other party deliberately dodged, but Lin Yi still half-kneeled on the ground.

Fang Yanting exclaimed, "Real man!" In contrast, Xuanyuan Kun behind Lin Yi didn't react at all, as if someone had cast a static spell.

Before the second thunder came down, Lin Yi supported his body enduring the pain and stood up, "So that's what you intended."

"The villain died because of talking too much. I don't want to explain it. I can only say that you entered this battle because of your own will, but don't blame me. Farewell to the real person." The rain fell down the umbrella into a curtain After the curtain fell, Zhang Xiaoming said sharply, "Fang Yanting, don't you want to see Shen Changsheng anymore? Hurry up!"

His vision was so blurred that Lin Yi couldn't see what Zhang Xiaoming was asking Fang Yanting to do. It was just that after Zhang Xiaoming finished speaking, the second thunder came. ...

It's something spreading throughout the internal organs that is preventing him from performing the spell!

Sure enough, there was something wrong with Zhang Xiaoming's wine.

A mouthful of blood was vomited out of Lin Yi's mouth, and the second thunder that he couldn't dodge made him unable to feel the pain.

"Very good." Zhang Xiaoming looked at the prostrate person on the ground and expressed his sincere appreciation.

On that side, Xuanyuan Kun was still holding the Jingxie sword in his hand and did not respond at all. Bai Zirou lost his mind and repeated words just to tell Lin Yi to 'go away'.

Zhang Xiaoming tilted his umbrella slightly, and looked up at the rainy sky, "It's useless even if you think about it now, this time is specially prepared for you, I've been waiting for this day for too long..." His eyes were piercing Passing the rain curtain, he fell into self-contemplation, and squatted down casually. The white robe was stained with blood-stained rainwater and stained. He didn't realize it. He just looked at Lin Yi and sighed, "So no matter you , or the real person outside the sky, it doesn't make any difference to me."

Lin Yi wanted to laugh, but he could only cough up blood when he raised his breath.He weakly taunted, "You, you should die."

You don't need to look at Lin Yi to know now that Fang Yanting is definitely sacrificing her own cultivation at this time to induce him to advance the catastrophe.Resentment and murderous aura are things that can easily lead to disasters. The purpose of these swords is not to kill people at all, but because the spiritual power and monks have the most resentment here, which is the best choice for the formation that Zhang Xiaoming wants.

Thousands of sharps and thousands of blades lead to thunder from the sky, the cause of destruction, the fruit of good and evil!

All the causes and effects were extradited to him through Fang Yanting, and this killing array was clearly set up against him.Zhang Xiaoming wants him to advance the Heavenly Tribulation, so that he can take away the Heavenly Spiritual Root without any risk or loss at the last breath!

Zhang Xiaoming couldn't believe what he heard, and said displeasedly, "What did you say?"

"Heh, cough..." Lin Yi stood up suddenly, pushed Zhang Xiaoming's umbrella away, and said coldly, "I said, you should die!"

The third sky thunder seemed to be on fire, without the umbrella to cover it, it hit Zhang Xiaoming directly along the rain curtain, and before the angry 'Fang Yanting' could finish her follow-up words, it was instantly hidden in a shocking explosion.

I don't know if it's Zhang Xiaoming's powerful body, or the third thunder is too powerful.The wind broke and the rain stopped, mud splashed on the ground, and the swords that were closer to here also broke.

Lin Yi was also forced by this airflow to fly back. When he was at a loss, he was suddenly caught firmly.

The voice of the person behind him was like fireflies in the deep abyss, deep and waveless but filled with an unspeakable sense of peace.

"Master, I'm late."