Within two months, Qi Lin had established a separate formation composed of seventy Silver-level nightmares.
This formation was prepared for the safe zone and Baslow.
However, the first time it was used was given to people like the Palace of Purity.
Fan Zhong's eyes widened in disbelief.
Wherever Qi Lin passed, everyone nearby fell down like weeds blown by the cold wind!
But in Fan Zhong's eyes, the figure slowly leading the child clearly did nothing! ! !
Qi Lin just gently raised his legs and stepped up the steps. The armed men in the surrounding bunkers fell to the ground one after another!
Amidst the ordinary sound, the weapons they were holding turned into fire sticks at the moment of the dimensionality reduction strike.
These chosen ones at levels five to ten do not have any mental defense skills or high-value mental attributes at all.
Their pitiful mental values didn't even last a second in the real world before they fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
This is a new ghost tactic recently developed by Qi Lin.
Under the drag of the nightmare world, one can estimate the mental value by observing the person's mental state and performance.
Immediately, the master ghost of the nightmare world will cause its mental attributes to fall between minus 0.5-1, causing it to faint instantly.
This also formed the situation in Fan Zhong's eyes. Wherever Qi Lin passed, the cold wind invaded, and the living people were as helpless as wheat under the sickle and fell down one after another.
Qi Lin, on the other hand, didn't even look at it, and just climbed the steps on his own.
The sound of falling to the ground and the frightened screams of panicked people could be heard in my ears.
They didn't know why their companion fell to the ground, shaking and foaming at the mouth.
Facing the dimension-reducing blow of absolute power, these people could do nothing but scream and fear.
The entire mountainside suddenly became silent.
Except occasionally Qi Lin would cough twice.
"uncle."
Qi Lin heard the children's slightly frightened voices, and still looked forward and softly replied: "They are too tired, let them have a good sleep."
"Well, when I say sleep, I mean real sleep, not your kind of sleep."
Qi Lin can't say he has a good or bad opinion of the Palace of Purity. He can only say that it has nothing to do with him.
But since returning to Shushan District, every time Qi Lin hears something related to the Palace of the Past, the devil whispers in his heart will always appear and incite him to kill everyone here.
This is also the reason why Qi Lin arranged a formation of death archers in the distance.
However, he has now figured out that the focus of this trip is on the psychotropic potion and Fan Zhong and the grasshopper on the mountain.
As for the people in the Palace of Rebirth?
They had never been hostile to Qi Lin, so Qi Lin was not prepared to do anything to them.
But his demonic whisper didn't seem to think so, and kept shouting: 'Kill them! What great material! Let them become a part of your Scourge Legion, which is a blessing that they will never be able to achieve in several lifetimes! '
Qi Lin felt the cold air like the coming of winter brought by the wandering ghosts in the sky. He smiled and replied: "You can bewitch me. I will show you today who is the owner of this body." '
The devil's whisper disappeared, and the anger in Qi Lin's eyebrows also diminished a lot.
But he suddenly thought about Qin Youyi.
Qi Lin stopped and looked down at the child next to him.
In the ripples of space, Heifeng, who was getting taller and stronger, appeared behind the child.
After receiving the order, Heifeng quickly raised his arm, and with his superb fighting skills, he controlled the force of the knife that was swung at the child's back neck just right.
"Protect him and don't allow anyone to go up the mountain."
Qi Lin glanced at Fan Zhong who was nervously checking the injuries of others in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to look at Hei Feng who was holding the child in his arms and ordered.
Then continue walking towards the top of the mountain.
Not long after Qi Lin went up the mountain alone.
After checking the heartbeats and pulses of all those who fell to the ground, Fan Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.
He came to the main road up the mountain and looked at the black wind that the military and their major forces had been pursuing for a long time with complicated eyes.
He didn't know that Black Wind was an undead, he only saw Black Wind appearing here silently.
"Invisible?"
"I didn't expect you to be stronger than the military said. No wonder you can team up with the skeletons."
Fan Zhong looked at Heifeng and smiled. He was now sure that Qi Lin was the skeleton!
He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
He has always been clumsy with his words, but he doesn't know why. Seeing Qi Lin's behavior, he always feels that the rise and fall of the Palace of the Past is tonight.
Fan Zhong turned sideways and looked down the mountain.
The lights are brightly lit at the bottom of the mountain.
The survivors performed their duties.
Although it cannot be 100% fair and just.
But it can achieve the overwhelming majority of fairness and justice.
And it can provide everyone with food and shelter.
Fan Zhong looked at the top of the mountain one last time. At this moment, the unsuspecting high priest was at the top of the mountain.
The high priest always believed that Qi Lin was the horseman selected by the skeleton man, if he offended Qi Lin because of the information gap.
That's the end result.
"The high priest cannot die!"
Fan Zhong looked at Hei Feng with a complicated expression, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone: "If the high priest dies, no one can check and balance those capable directors who have their own desires!"
"Once there is civil strife in the Palace of Purity, the people at the foot of the mountain"
Fan Zhong said as he stepped forward to get closer to Heifeng.
He knew very well that what Qi Lin said earlier was meant for him.
But he still chose to move forward.
What greeted him next was Heifeng's casual kick.
Bang!
The twenty-eighth level Black Wind is only two levels away from reaching the gold level.
After getting the spiritual potion, you can reach the gold level tonight.
Whether it is combat skills or level attribute skills.
Black Wind completely crushed Fan Zhong.
This casual kick didn't use much force.
But he still kicked Fan Zhong to the mountainside in the distance where all kinds of flowers were blooming.
It didn't stop until two trees were broken.
Fortunately, after all, it was the combat power card of the Palace of Purity, and Heifeng's deliberate control, Fan Zhong, who had been adding some physical strength, was not seriously injured.
"Cough cough cough"
Fan Zhong vomited blood, and the red blood stained his beard.
Click!
The bent and misaligned arm was forcefully lifted by him and then straightened.
This man was still as persistent as before. He stood up with difficulty and started walking towards the mountain again with a limp.
Heifeng now reported the situation here to Qi Lin and asked whether to kill Fan Zhong.
Qi Lin immediately came to consciousness, controlled the black wind, looked at the man and said in a cold tone: "I remember you said, work for me? Although our deal was not directly concluded, you and that wall guy got to where you are today through deception. What you said before gives you strength, is this a gift in disguise? You have to be somewhat grateful or in awe, right? It seems that you don't have any gratitude or awe?"
Fan Zhong didn't know why the words in Heifeng's unfamiliar voice sounded like Qi Lin.
He looked at Heifeng, his lips were trembling and he said with difficulty: "Please!"
"Don't kill the high priest, he is very important. The Palace of the Past cannot withstand civil strife. Once there is civil strife, most of the people at the foot of the mountain will die!"
"The high priest once said that you are a person who advocates equal exchange. I have nothing to give you, but if you don't let the Palace of Purity be destroyed, I will believe in you in this life!"
Qi Lin sneered and let the ghost stun him with a wave of his hand.
At this moment, he became more and more convinced that the promises of human beings were not as good as those of the undead.
Mountain top.
All the people in the houses were knocked unconscious by the ghost.
Even those dazzling street lights and spotlights had their circuits destroyed by the ghost and lost their function.
In the vast and biting darkness of the night, the cold wind was biting.
Qi Lin, dressed in black robes, slowly walked out of the night and reached the top of the mountain for the second time.
Unlike the first time, all skeleton warriors were firmly protected.
This time, at least from the outside, Qi Lin was alone.
He didn't look at the new changes on the top of the mountain, nor did he look at the people around him who fell to the ground before they could enter the house.
Qi Lin just walked towards the viewing platform as if there was no one around.
Guided by a bronze-bone warrior, Qi Lin easily avoided the weak palms extended by those who fell to the ground.
At the edge of the mountaintop viewing platform.
The only high priest who could still open his eyes stood there, holding a staff in one hand and holding his back in the other.
This person is a piece of cake in Qi Lin's eyes.
Just quietly looking at Qi Lin emerging from the black night.
"You're here." The high priest said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Qi Lin didn't pay attention to him for the first time. The fingers in his cloak moved slightly, and the bronze-bone warrior appeared from the night and stood behind him.
Qi Lin sat down without looking, while Tonggu immediately dropped his sword behind him, stretched out his shield to catch Qi Lin, and squatted down.
Qi Lin just sat carelessly on the half-crouched copper-bone shield, looked at the high priest and said calmly: "You are quite calm, aren't you afraid?"
The ghosts reported that the high priest always mentioned his settlement to Fan Zhong.
But at this moment, it seems that this wallflower is still very courageous?
Qi Lin still remembers his first impression of this high priest.
Watch him kill the corpse beast.
You force me to shout 666.
If you are weak, you will die and I will run away.
Qi Lin is not disgusted with this kind of person. After all, they are neither relatives nor friends. Helping is a matter of love, and not helping is a matter of conscience. There is nothing to say.
Qi Lin knew very clearly that this kind of person was not suitable to be a teammate because his back could not deliver with confidence.
All the scenes that made him go down the mountain came to mind, and Qi Lin was looking for reasons to kill him or keep him.
At this time, the high priest looked at Qi Lin, who was flipping through the black leather notebook, and then at the bronze bone sitting under his butt.
A flash of sadness flashed in his eyes.
"The most costly thing in this world is..."
The high priest paused his staff and said calmly: "I am worried about things that have not happened yet, and anxious about the consequences of my imagination."
"Compared to you, my principle of doing things is: should I do it based on profit? Should I gamble based on risk? Should I do it based on ability? Is it cost-effective based on results? Not others Tell me if I’m right!”
The high priest's face once again showed an expression of pain and sorrow that he could no longer hide.
He looked at the bronze-bone warrior under Qi Lin's buttocks and said in a nagging and resentful tone: "It's the same knife. You want to cook, but I want to fight!"
"Look at you like this! A gust of wind can knock you down!"
"You have the skeleton guard given by the palace master, but you are still at the same level???"
The high priest, trapped in an information cocoon, always believed that adding some physical fitness was the only option for the chosen one.
As for adding some spirit?
So far, whether it was the news from the military or the news he got from other channels, at this time when skills were scarce, he had never heard of anyone with a little bit of energy still alive.
Therefore, the high priest feels that Qi Lin, the skeleton man's horse boy, is still timid and afraid of upgrading even though he has the help of skeleton soldiers...
"And there are dark circles under your eyes?"
"It seems that you have three wives and four concubines, and your life is very comfortable!"
The high priest's scepter made a muffled sound on the cement floor, seeming to express his inner dissatisfaction.
"Are you worthy of the support the palace master gives you?"
"If you give me these guard skeletons of yours"
"I can make the Palace of Purity shocking the world!"
"Let everyone know the style of the Palace Master!"
"But what about you?"
The high priest said, and launched a reconnaissance message towards Qi Lin, who was thinking about something in a daze.
Nothing was detected.
Exactly the same as the two skeletons at the foot of the mountain.
No information at all!
This result made the high priest even more sad and angry.
The high priest, who had pretended to have no doubt in his heart that he was the most loyal spokesperson of the Skeletons, increasingly felt that the Skeletons were being unfair.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
Don't worry about scarcity, but worry about inequality.
"The master of the palace is too kind to one and the other!"
The high priest's face showed sadness and anger, but his eyes were fixed on Qi Lin.
He talked a lot, and finally took the opportunity to test it out, thinking that this would make the skeleton man's horse angry.
If he is angry, the high priest will naturally no longer take him seriously, and he will change his strategy.
However, Qi Lin was not angry.
Instead, he sat there motionless, listening very seriously, and frowning from time to time as if thinking.
This made the high priest frown a little.
This man could be the spokesperson for the Skeletons.
It looks like there are two brushes.
Although I don't know what his value is to the skeletons.
How to replace the other person's existence.
However, the high priest has already taken Qi Lin seriously.
Because those words he just said were a kind of temptation from some angles.
Not only was he testing Qi Lin's reaction, but he was also testing whether the palace master, the old man, could know what he said to Qi Lin, the skeleton man and horse boy...
The high priest put on a smile and said enthusiastically: "I may know why the skeleton chose you. If you are willing to show your true colors to others, you must have a Zen mind and concentration. You are magnanimous enough, so you dare to show your true colors to others."
Qi Lin suddenly raised his head. He had just finished dealing with the incident reported by the ghost in the soul link about Qin Youyi's attack, and had dispatched the undead who were fighting with the troublesome demon species in the northeast.
Only then did he have time to look at the high priest.
At the same time, the ghost that had been patrolling nearby also relayed to Qi Lin what the high priest had just said.
Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said, "You are so smooth-talking, are you preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination?"
When the high priest heard Qi Lin's answer, he was also confused: "You represent the master of the palace now, how can you speak so shallowly?"
He hesitated before he was interrupted by Qi Lin: "Stop bickering! I just want to know one thing now. You'd better not test my patience!"
The high priest immediately straightened his legs and stood at attention with a clear view of the form: "Okay!"
Seeing his appearance, Qi Lin sighed and asked, "Let me ask you, where do you think your value to the skeleton man lies?"
"Don't say anything that will shock the world. Skeletons don't care about reputation."
The high priest didn't even hesitate and said decisively: "Loyalty!"
"I believe that loyalty alone is worth all my worth!",
Qi Lin sneered: "Loyalty? You mean loyalty?"
Qi Lin was amused by his decisive look, shook his head and said: "People have thousands of faces, and their hearts have thousands of changes. In this world, what matters is not what you have done, but more importantly, how you can make others believe it." You really did something."
The high priest hurriedly replied: "Sir, you can inquire about this property of the Nuo family at will. I am saving it for the master of the palace."
Qi Lin waved his hand, he didn't want to listen to those useless words anymore.
The order in the soul link was: "Old Jiu, try to see if he will hand over those spiritual potions voluntarily. Also, ask him what the name of the man holding the black straight Tang Hengdao is."
