Chapter 95 My brother is the son of luck
I have to say that Lin Fan's flying boat is really the best among flying magic weapons. Except for the high consumption of spiritual stones, the performance and durability are really unparalleled.
It takes less than two breaths to accelerate from 100 kilometers to 100 kilometers!
However, because he had just gained time to recover underground, Zen Master Xingtai was able to temporarily suppress some of his injuries. At this time, he gradually regained the flying speed of a monk in the foundation-building stage, exceeding his potential and traveling at extremely high speeds, and even gradually equaled the speed of a flying boat.
Now, no matter how good Lin Shan's operation is, straight flight depends on the configuration. After all, he is in the foundation stage, and it is really difficult to catch up if he really wants to run away with his life.
This is why in the world of cultivation, the mortality rate of monks in the foundation-building stage is much lower than that in the Qi-training stage, and they will not easily become enemies with monks of the same level.
After all, if someone can't beat you, there's no need to fight with you. You can just fly away with your weapon and that's it.
Unless you are particularly good at escaping, if you can't catch up for a while, you won't be able to eradicate it, and there will be endless troubles.
At this time, Lin Shan and Lin Fan felt like they were riding a tiger. If they didn't take the opportunity to kill the old monk this time, who could withstand it when they walked in the world of cultivation and had a foundation-building monk staring at him like a thorn all day long?
At this time, Lin Fan's face showed a tangled look again. He rummaged left and right in the storage bag, as if there were endless treasures hidden in it, and finally found and took out a green flute.
Lin Fan had a look of pain on his face and couldn't help but lament: "This jade flute of ecstasy and aphrodisiac is a disposable magic weapon. It was originally intended to be used on the two ink dragons raised by the sect to give birth to a dragon spirit egg for me. Isn’t it beautiful?”
Lin Fan sighed helplessly. He felt that he had paid a bit too much for this "Secret Map of Ancient Treasures". He only hoped that the production ratio of the treasure would satisfy him by then.
Without hesitation, he turned sideways, facing Zen Master Xingtai who was running away in front of him, and started playing.
Strange melodious sounds began to reverberate in the sky, surrounded by an ambiguous and weird aura, but Lin Fan did not notice that the tail of the flute corresponded to Lin Shan who was controlling the flying boat!
At this time, Lin Shan felt a powerful melody rushing into his mind, and a primitive impulse began to fill his mind, and his blood pressure instantly soared! Fairies half-covered in gauze floated past his eyes, with their sleeves dancing and expressions on their faces.
Suddenly, the operating lever in his hand could no longer be held firmly, and the spaceship in the sky began to sway.
"Holy crap! What is Lin Fanzhi doing?"
"Oh, sorry, the first time I used it, the direction was reversed."
When Lin Fan saw that he had accidentally injured an ally, he quickly turned around and stood sideways again. This time, the mouth of the flute faced inward and the tail of the flute faced outward, and he continued to play.
Fortunately, I finally got it right this time. The old monk who was trying his best to escape suddenly started to stagger! It seemed that he was trying his best to restrain something, and he even started chanting sutras to suppress his soul.
This ecstasy jade flute is somewhat similar to the silver foil offered by the old monk before, and both have the function of directly affecting the soul. But one is a direct attack on the soul, and the other is a pure aphrodisiac illusion.
Lin Shan had to admire him at this time. He was worthy of being a monk. He had endured a very difficult time just now, but Zen Master Xingtai was able to continue flying by relying on his perseverance and Buddhist incantations.
Lin Fan in front of him puffed up his cheeks and played hard, obviously very confident in that jade flute of ecstasy.
Just like that, you chased me and escaped for about a stick of incense. After all, the old monk in front couldn't suppress his internal injuries. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his chanting was interrupted instantly.
At this moment, Lin Fan, who saw the opportunity, his cheeks puffed up like a toad, and blew as hard as he could!
Lin Shan next to him couldn't help but feel a toothache when he saw it, fearing that he would blow his mouth.
The old monk in front became unsteady again, swaying from side to side as if he had drunk fake wine, and began to suffer from epilepsy.
It looked like he was using self-mutilation to restrain himself, but Duobao boy Lin Fan said that no matter how hard he struggled, it would be in vain.
Zen Master Xingtai's eyes were dim at this time, his legs were weak, and his mind was occupied by the melancholy sound, and the charming spring fragrance patterns flashed like a slide. Countless beauties kept brushing against his cheek.
"Emptiness is color, form is emptiness, and so are feelings, thoughts, and consciousness."
But the sound of chanting gradually faded away, and the beauties in his mind began to laugh. They laughed strangely in his ears, exhaling like blue, and kept teasing. He felt unbearably hot, and he didn't know if it was because of the fire poison or because of himself.
While he was trying his best to suppress it, he found in disbelief that he was already one hundred and fifty years old, but he actually raised his head? ! "Shameless young man, humiliating me like this!"
Zen Master Xingtai let out a cry of lamentation and finally fell completely!
He could no longer control the spiritual power in his body, and the magic weapon under his feet could no longer carry him flying. He suddenly fell to the ground below from an altitude of several thousand meters.
The flying boat behind made a clever turn and followed.
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Halfway up the mountain outside the ruins of the Huanxi Sect, in the dilapidated palace square, two young men in white looked quietly at the bodies that had been thrown to pieces on the ground.
"As expected of a monk in the foundation-building stage of Buddhism, this Vajra Body has been trained to be as hard as iron. If it fell from such a high sky, our flesh and blood would have been mutilated!"
"This time we have something to boast about. During the qi training period, we killed the monks in the foundation building period, and it was not just an ordinary foundation building. Zen Master Xingtai possesses many Buddhist skills. It is said that he is quite famous among the casual cultivators in Jiangdong. He is not just a monk. Let’s fight back!”
"You seem to have lost a lot of treasures this time. Let's pick some from him first and see if you can get your money back."
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The two brothers began to count the trophies. They found more than two thousand spiritual stones in Zen Master Xingtai's storage bag, but all the talismans, elixirs, and other items were empty. Apparently, they were consumed by that small magical power, the Fiery Sky Burning Talisman. Eight.
But what surprised Lin Shan was that the Xingtai Zen Master had been collecting several Huanxi Buddha statues from all over the Huanxi Sect ruins for half a year, and provided him with 40 points of ancient charm. It could be said that he made his wedding dress in vain.
As for the remaining Buddhist spells and experiences, they just took a brief look at them and found that they all had to practice Buddhist techniques to exert their maximum power, which were useless to them.
As for the high-level magic weapon used by the old monk, the Golden Wheel, although it was disabled by minor magical spells, it was still usable. The high-end set of magic weapon Cylinder Flying Needle is still there, including the silver foil, but Lin Shan has given it to Lin Fan. After all, Lin Fan has suffered a lot of bleeding this time, so he should be allowed to get his money back.
In the end, the more than two thousand spirit stones left in the storage bag were equally divided between the two.
Lin Shan was pleased to mention more than a thousand spiritual stones, so he was naturally pleased. After all, this was a huge sum of money.
For Lin Fan next to him, it was obviously a drizzle. Compared with the sense of accomplishment of killing the foundation-building stage, these spiritual stones were naturally worthless.
Lin Fan felt a little embarrassed when he saw that Lin Shan only accepted more than a thousand spirit stones and gave the rest to himself. After all, this time he got the "Secret Map of Ancient Tibet", and all three high-level magic weapons of Zen Master Xingtai also belonged to him. His good brother followed him and suffered nothing but suffering.
But Lin Shan said that he didn't need anything else. In fact, the biggest gain was 40 points of ancient rhyme, but there was no way to explain this clearly.
Lin Shan then took out the high-level magic weapon Five Elements Fan from his arms and returned it to Lin Fan, but was thrown back by the latter.
Lin Fan said with a arrogant expression that the two brothers worked together to kill Zhuji this time, no longer distinguishing between you and me. You should keep this fan for self-defense. I have no shortage of magic weapons.
But Lin Shan felt that this time Lin Fan wasted a small magical talisman seal, which was still the key to a certain cave. He was really at a loss to his grandma's family, and he couldn't bear to take advantage of him again.
Lin Fan said that brother, you are too poor, and you don’t even have a high-level magic weapon to hand when you go out to travel. In the future, when you reach the foundation building stage, won’t you be beaten by the same level?
After the two of them gave in to each other, Lin Shan saw Lin Fan's sullen face with a faint look of impatience. He knew that he wanted to compensate himself for his shame, so he had no choice but to accept the treasure fan. I secretly sighed in my heart that they were indeed brothers of the same race, and their blood relationship was as strong as iron.
It didn't matter that Lin Fan had taken the blame for him at the beginning, and just now they had resisted the Foundation Establishment monks together and lived and died together, and now they were sharing his treasure after they were done.
[On what is it like to have a "son of luck" as a brother? 】
Lin Shan said: Thank you for the invitation. I am in Jiangdong and just got off the boat. I have a say in this matter.
(End of chapter)