Chapter 107 The Lin family’s trump card
Qingzhu Mountain, within the Lin family’s territory.
In front of the main hall of the Presbyterian Church, a large number of Lin family members gathered together, all of whom were below the fifth level of Qi training.
Due to family protection, nearly 100 members of the Bailin family did not participate in the war. All the clan members clenched their fists and watched the battle taking place several miles away with their eyes red.
Nearly a hundred people were fighting at the mountain gate.
All kinds of strange spiritual weapons appeared, talismans were flying all over the sky, and colorful spells came out. People on both sides hurt each other, and the Lin family was at a disadvantage.
After a while, all the talismans were almost consumed. The Qi Refining monks from the Jin family came towards the Lin family members with a murderous look on their faces.
Lin Shiji and Lin Shixin were the first to bear the brunt. They each faced several Jin family monks at the same time, including several Qi practitioners with Dzogchen cultivation. They were under great pressure for a while.
Since the monks of the Jin family have higher overall cultivation level, the two of them have to bear more, otherwise, many members of the clan will not survive at all.
Fortunately, the two of them did not have ordinary Dzogchen cultivation. Although the Foundation Establishment failed, the Little Foundation Establishment Pill still transformed their bodies, making their spiritual power deeper, and they did not fall into any disadvantage for a while.
The tribesmen in the Qi Refining Stage cannot influence the outcome of the war. Only the victory of the tribesmen in the Foundation Establishment Stage is the key to victory or defeat.
In the sky, the Lin family’s foundation-building clan members were also not optimistic. Although they had an advantage in numbers, their cultivation levels were far behind.
Lin Shihua teamed up with Sun Dingfeng, who was building the fourth floor, and fought with Jin Zhiping, who was building the fifth floor.
Sun Dingfeng was trapped by the formation, the Sun family was destroyed, and hundreds of clan members died. Such a blood feud made him extremely furious.
Sun Dingfeng, with blood-red eyes, grabbed dozens of talismans and threw them into the sky. The sea of flames filled the sky and instantly submerged Jin Zhiping.
Taking advantage of Jin Zhiping being surrounded by a sea of fire, Lin Shihua and he took action one after another, and two sword energies struck Jin Zhiping from different angles.
Feeling the sea of fire around him, Jin Zhiping panicked and quickly took out a shield to protect himself.
A breath of time passed, and the flame went out, revealing Sun Dingfeng's figure.
The clothes on his body were in tatters, with few intact pieces. His exposed skin was scorched black and gave off a burning smell.
The embarrassed Jin Zhiping forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood, became extremely furious, and immediately took action, killing Lin Shihua and the other two.
The two sides fought fiercely and were evenly matched for a while, with no one taking advantage.
Another battlefield.
Sun Dingxian took out a gray ink jade pen, which was the Sun family's treasure, the Qiankun Painting Brush.
He waved his hand casually, and a golden light suddenly appeared in the void, bombarding towards Zhuang Zhenxin like a meteor.
Since it is the treasure of the Sun family, its power is naturally extraordinary.
Zhuang Zhenxin did not dare to be careless at all. In a panic, he took out a small shield from his storage bag. It turned out to be a second-level mid-grade magic weapon, and he blocked it directly in front of him.
“Clang.”
After the explosion, Sun Dingxian’s attack was easily blocked.
Zhuang Zhenxin licked his dry mouth, and at some point he took out a green formation flag and threw it into the air. Then he quickly flipped it with his fingers, added several magic spells, and bombarded the formation flag.
The formation flag suddenly shone brightly, and a large number of monster souls flew out from it, hundreds of them, heading towards Sun Dingxian crazily.
Sun Dingxian was startled, and while retreating violently, he threw several second-level defense talismans in front of him.
There were bursts of explosions in the sky, and the second-order talisman consumed a large amount of monster souls, blocking half a breath of time, allowing him to successfully avoid the attack.
Zhuang Zhenxin did not stop, he took out different treasures again and killed Sun Dingxian. The two started to attack each other.
As a formation master, Zhuang Zhenxin has endless treasures and is really powerful, and he has been suppressing Sun Dingxian.
If it weren’t for the extremely powerful treasure of the Sun family, coupled with the large number of second-level talismans, I am afraid that it would have fallen long ago.
On a battlefield at the edge, Lin Shigong, Lin Xingyuan and Jin Chaozong were fighting together.
With the combined efforts of the two, they were inextricably matched with Jin Chaozong, and it was difficult to tell the difference for a while.
In the most advantageous battlefield, Lin Shikang was fighting fiercely with Jin Zhiying, with the Soul-eating Spider assisting.
Jin Zhiying relied on his foundation-building Dzogchen cultivation and combined with the Jin family's magic weapon Thousand Blood Blades to launch a crazy attack, which meant a quick victory.
“Whoosh.”
The domineering bloody sword light flashed frequently, and every blow would knock Lin Shikang back more than ten feet.
Lin Shikang stabilized his body, his energy and blood surged non-stop. The jade pendant spiritual weapon in his hand had reached its limit and was shattered by the violent sword energy and turned into ashes.
Faced with Jin Zhiying's consistent attack frequency, Lin Shikang looked solemn and under great pressure.
Although he was at a disadvantage, Lin Shikang did not sit still and hurriedly threw a few second-level talismans into the sky, turned into several flaming swords, and rushed towards Jin Zhiying.
Jin Zhiying paused and defeated the Fire Sword with a casual blow, showing a contemptuous smile.
Lin Shikang didn't expect the second-level talisman to cause any harm to him. If he wanted to cause harm to Jin Zhiying, I'm afraid only the third-level talisman would be useful. The second-level talismans would be useless, and they would only delay time at most.
Taking advantage of the delay, Lin Shikang adjusted his state and began to counterattack.
As soon as he patted the storage bag, a golden sword suddenly appeared in front of him. The sword was golden yellow, and the sword was covered with dense runes. As soon as it appeared, it slowly absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy. It looked quite For weird.
Jin Zhiying couldn't help but exclaimed: "Golden Wind Sword!"
As for the Lin family's Golden Wind Sword, the five major families in Luoyun Mountain have been dealing with each other for hundreds of years, and Jin Zhiying has long ago He had heard about it, but this was the first time he saw its true appearance.
Feeling the strong fluctuations on the Golden Wind Sword, it is indeed a genuine second-order high-grade magic weapon, much stronger than the Thousand Blood Blade of their Jin family.
Jin Zhiying’s expression changed and he immediately became cautious.
Lin Shikang looked at the relics of his ancestors in front of him with pride on his face. You must know that in the past two hundred years, the Lin family has not used the Golden Wind Sword. It has always been regarded as a treasure of the family and does not dare to use it easily.
The reason why the Lin family has remained standing even after the death of their ancestors is that the Golden Wind Sword played a huge role.
After more than ten rounds of fierce fighting, Lin Shikang knew very well that there was little hope of defeating Jin Zhiying with only himself and the Soul-eating Spider.
It's a matter of life and death. If we don't use it, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Lin family to survive.
After Lin Shikang held the Golden Wind Sword, the sword vibrated slightly, as if it resonated.
Lin Shikang injected a lot of spiritual power and slashed several times at Jin Zhiying.
I saw three rays of golden sword energy heading directly towards Jin Zhiying. A hole opened in the ground along the way, and even the air was swallowed up by the sword.
As soon as Lin Shikang made a move, the Soul-Eating Spider next to him let out a piercing cry, spit out several threads, and headed towards Jin Zhiying.
Jin Zhiying, who was about to take action, suddenly froze, and his consciousness felt an inexplicable tingling pain, apparently affected by the sonic attack from the Soul-Eating Spider.
The sonic attack launched by the soul-eating spider in the late second level is really strange. If it is against a monk on the sixth level of foundation building, it may easily affect the time of one breath.
With the influence of one breath time, at the speed of the Soul-Eating Spider, it is easy to attack at close range.
Jin Zhiying held his mind tightly and eliminated the distracting thoughts in his mind. After recovering a little, he did not dare to delay. He turned sideways and appeared several feet away, avoiding the soul-eating spider's silk attack.
Stabilizing his body, Jin Zhiying held the Thousand Blood Blade and slashed several times wildly. Three blood-red sword energy and golden light sword energy collided with each other.
"Boom..." Several explosions spread throughout Qingzhu Mountain.
The explosive air wave generated after the head-on collision of the second-level high-grade magic weapons instantly destroyed several houses next to the mountain gate, and the surrounding Qingling Bamboo fell in pieces.
After a full blow, Lin Shikang was knocked back more than ten feet before he stabilized his body. A mouthful of blood surged up, and he forcibly swallowed it back. Only a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Jin Zhiying was also knocked back several feet, his breath was confused, and he quickly regained his composure.
The two did not continue to test and attacked again. The soul-eating spider protruded a large amount of spider silk in an attempt to tie up Jin Zhiying's body.
Unconsciously, the two sides fought fiercely for dozens of back and forth, and the war between the two sides has reached a white-hot stage.
As time passed, the spiritual power and treasures of both sides were consumed greatly, and the long-standing stalemate was broken.
Because Lin Shihua's cultivation level was too low, even if he teamed up with Sun Dingfeng, he was no match for Jin Zhiping. After resisting for half a quarter of an hour, his spiritual power consumption had bottomed out.
Jin Zhiping seized the opportunity and struck fiercely. Lin Shihua's spiritual power bottomed out and his escape speed was greatly reduced. He was unable to dodge for a while. Lin Shihua hurriedly took out a small shield spiritual weapon and blocked it in front of him.
After a loud explosion...
The small shield shattered, and the sword energy passed through the small shield and attacked Lin Shihua's shoulder.
“Shihua!”
Lin Shikang’s face turned pale and he couldn’t help but call out.
I saw Lin Shihua's body flying out like a kite with broken strings, and finally hit a huge landscape stone.
The stone shattered, revealing Lin Shihua's figure.
Lin Shihua was lying in the stone pit, with a bloody hole the size of a fist appearing on his entire left arm. Not only that, his left arm was also missing.
At this time, his face was pale. After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he got up with difficulty. When he wanted to take action again, he fell down again and fell into a coma.
The injuries were too severe and he had no spiritual power. It was a blessing that he didn’t die immediately. He couldn’t do anything anymore.
Lin Shihua's serious injury affects the hearts of all Lin family members.
On the ground, Lin Shiji and Lin Shixin struck with all their strength, knocking back several Jin family members around them, and immediately rushed to Lin Shihua's side.
Lin Shiji exploded with all his strength, slashed out several swords, and blocked the chasing Jin family members.
Lin Shixin picked up Lin Shihua, who was seriously injured and unconscious. He looked anxious and called repeatedly:
"Twelfth brother..."
Called several times, but there was no response. .
Putting Lin Shihua down, Lin Shixin's eyes oozed blood, looking very scary.
At this moment, Lin Shiji struck wildly and killed two Jin family monks. After that, he was attacked again by several Jin family monks and fell into a sea of fire and sword energy.
When the sea of fire dissipated, Lin Shiji was lying on the ground with dozens of wounds of varying depths on his body, and a hole in his neck, which was constantly dripping with blood.
In just a dozen breaths, one member of the Lin family was killed and one was seriously injured, and more than ten members of the Xing family had been killed in the battle.
The tragic death of Lin Shiji once again stimulated the furious Lin Shixin.
Lin Shixin looked up to the sky and roared several times, with a hint of death in his eyes. He looked at the Jin family members with murderous intent in his eyes.
Lin Shixin rushed into the Jin family without fear of death, bursting out with even greater strength.
Killing several people in a row, but in the end he was outnumbered and died in regret.
At the highest point in the sky, Lin Shikang and Jin Zhiying fought fiercely for dozens of rounds.
Faced with Jin Zhiying's crazy attacks, he continued to be suppressed. He wanted to help other tribesmen, but he was unable to do anything. He was really powerless.
Several other foundation-building monks struggled to support themselves. Lin Shihua was seriously injured, and Sun Dingfeng, who was without restraint, was in an even more difficult situation. He was constantly struggling to cope and retreated steadily.
In the face of absolute strength, the numerical advantage does not play much role at all, let alone there are only a few people.
At this time, all the people on both sides were exhausted, and the intensity of the attack gradually weakened. The Jin family pushed forward for several miles against the Lin family, and soon reached the base of the main peak of Qingzhu Mountain.
Jin Zhiying, who had been unable to fight for a long time, swung his sword several times and directly unleashed the Jin family's strongest attack, killing Lin Shikang.
Lin Shikang, who was seriously injured, had exhausted all his defensive weapons and his spiritual power had bottomed out.
Facing Jin Zhiying's full blow, his face turned pale and weak.
Looking at the courtyard on the hillside of Qingzhu Mountain behind him, he could not retreat even if he was defeated, because those tribesmen would die if they touched him under Jin Zhiying's attack.
At this time, Lin Shikang's face was solemn, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes.
He took out a palm-sized jade pendant, held it in his hand, and fired a spell at the golden jade pendant.
I saw Yu Perry burst out with a burst of golden light, and in an instant it condensed into a big sword hanging above his head.
"Golden elixir talisman!"
Jin Zhiying's face suddenly changed and he exclaimed inarticulately. All the monks present stopped their attacks involuntarily.
The thing Lin Shikang used was the Lin family's strongest trump card. When his ancestor was passing away, he endured great pain and dispersed all his spiritual power, condensing it into a golden elixir talisman.
This talisman retains the ancestor's three full blows, which is extremely powerful. It has been used twice, and each time it saved the Lin family from crisis.
If the Golden Wind Sword is the treasure of the clan, the Golden Elixir Talisman is the patron saint of the Lin family.
Lin Shikang shouted: "Protect my Lin family...kill me!"
I saw the big sword above my head heading straight for Jin Zhiying, the speed was outrageous.
Seeing the big sword turned into a golden elixir, Jin Zhiying's face turned pale. At such a speed, there was no way to escape. He hurriedly took out the Jin family's green dragon shield and blocked it in front of him, placing all his hopes on the green dragon shield. above.
While Jin Zhiying's sword energy was getting closer and closer to him, Lin Shikang closed his eyes and seemed to accept the reality of dying together.
At this moment, the Soul-eating Spider jumped in front of him, protecting him behind it.
"Rumble..."
Two explosions came out at the same time, and the deafening explosion resounded through the sky.
The Soul-Eating Spider was knocked several dozen feet away and lay in a pit. Most of its dark and shiny shell was broken into pieces. Its eight legs were waving slightly, as if it was not dead yet.
On the other side, Jin Zhiying completely underestimated the power of the Golden Elixir Talisman.
When the golden sword light bombarded the green dragon shield, it penetrated the green dragon shield in just an instant and quickly slashed towards Jin Zhiying.
"Poof..."
With a soft sound, Jin Zhiying's body was split into two by the golden sword, and he lay there motionless. Above the two corpses, there was a trace of sword energy retained by the golden sword. Floating.
Under the attack of Jin Danfu, Jin Zhiying died completely.
(End of this chapter)