Yang Lin didn't know what the reason was that allowed Master Wen to recruit people from all over the place to help.
What is certain is that Master Wen's face fruit is very useful. Whoever he calls will come out to help him.
It makes sense that the Yiqi Immortal Ma Yuan would appear here.
Yang Lin even doubted it.
Jiejiao assisted the great merchants and plotted against the Eastern Yi. In the western battlefield, there may be more than one One-Qi Immortal Ma Yuan.
After all, they have been fighting against the Shang Dynasty for so many years and have never been destroyed. Dongyi's strength is not as simple as it appears on the surface.
Facing this kind of opponent, how can we be justified if we don't prepare a few trump cards?
therefore.
Yang Lin had no intention of blocking Ma Yuan head-on. This was a vicious man who later even dared to devour Erlang Shen Yang Jian.
When he was captured by Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun and faced the disaster of annihilation, he was rescued by Zhunti. Later, what was outrageous was that Ma Yuan became the King Buddha of Ma Yuan in Buddhism.
Yes, this guy became a Buddha and enjoyed all the blessings.
Do you think God has opened his eyes?
…
"You actually know me, which is even more embarrassing for you."
A fierce light flashed in Ma Yuan's eyes, and he smiled even more ferociously. He swallowed the thigh in one gulp, and the long hand on the back of his head rumbled again, imagining an innate grasping hand, chasing the wind and the moon, crushing the space, and grabbing the Qi Yuan clone.
Just now he was careless, and the five-color sword light cut off his grasping hand and rushed in front of him. At this time, he became a little more serious, and his shots were more powerful, grabbing and slapping. The five-color sword light immediately disintegrated into two colors, leaving only the three-color light of blue, yellow and white to hold on. Seeing that the Qi Yuan clone was about to be taken in his hand, his bones were broken and his muscles were broken.
The ground rumbled and exploded, and a strong figure with a shining golden light rushed over again, punching him.
"not dead."
Ma Yuan felt a little strange and rolled his eyes.
"You deserve my seriousness."
The sword in his hand was unfolded, and his figure moved slightly. The black wind was blowing, and he slashed at him with a sword in his hand.
The three of them fought in a ball, and confetti flew.
The more Ma Yuan fought, the more excited he became, and his breath became more powerful. As he exhaled, the mountain peaks collapsed and the river flowed backwards.
Yang Lin's two clones were flying around like kites. The Jingyuan clone became weaker and weaker, and the golden light gradually dissipated, revealing a pale body that was about to turn into paper.
However, the Qiyuan clone has a thin sword light, which only has the power to protect the body and has no ability to counterattack.
"It won't last long."
The divine clone in the clouds and mist in mid-air has never appeared.
He knew that even if the three-dimensional clones went up to attack him together, it would actually be useless.
Previously, the Qi Yuan clone took the time to kill Ma Yuan with a sword, but it only cut a small blood mark on the opponent's muscles, without damaging the roots at all.
The most discouraging thing is that Ma Yuan seems to be able to extract vitality from flesh and blood.
He suffered a little injury, but his blood boiled away. After eating a human arm, he immediately became full of vitality.
Therefore, without thinking, his divine clone turned into clouds and floated away. Taking advantage of Ma Yuan's attention being distracted, he finally escaped from the battle, appeared, turned into a golden light that stretched across the ground, and ran straight into the distance.
"There is also a bug missing, but there are some tricks."
Ma Yuan snorted coldly, and increased his strength. While the sword light entangled the Jingyuan clone, he suddenly pressed down the innate Qi grabbing hand. He ignored the Qiyuan clone's attack, grabbed the Qiyuan clone with one palm, and stuffed it into the huge mouth. , bit it down brazenly.
Click...
The flesh and bones were not shattered as expected, only a mouth full of scraps of paper came out. He was slightly stunned and became even more angry.
"I'll kill you, and if I chase that person again, no one will be able to escape."
His eyes glowed red as he looked at the Jingyuan clone, feeling ashamed and angry at being fooled. This attack was even more severe.
"We can't delay. This mad dog-like guy turned out to be a master of interception. The most urgent task now is to get the mental energy to practice mental skills... The priority of this matter is even higher than the gathering of the Five Elements innate treasures. It can be seen immediately Shadow’s increased combat power.”
If things are not harmonious, I am afraid that I will have no choice but to run away. What a pity for a good start.
The divine clone flew like lightning, flashed a few times, and within a few breaths, it broke through the triple witch formation and reached the sky above the Blackwater Tribe.
At this time, he felt as if his body was trapped in a black water swamp, with his magic power being restrained and his body unable to move. Thousands of people below him looked over in unison, with arrows like locusts.
He knew that this was the Blackwater Tribe's seven-fold Zeguo Formation, as well as the Thousand Arrows Pierced Heart Formation.
As early as when the Blackwater Black Snake was killed and the attack on the Aoki Tribe failed, the Blackwater Tribe had undoubtedly received the news, and it was unknown how it was passed on.
At this time, Yang Lin had just arrived and was under siege.
And in his induction.
The Jingyuan clone was not restrained for too long. Although the body was not broken, it was still a clone. It had insufficient cultivation and could not combine the three elements into one like the original body. Finally, it was hit to the critical point of danger.
In order not to be captured alive by Ma Yuan, Jing Yuan's clone exploded with a final snap like a firecracker, and concentrated his strength to strike, which actually hurt Ma Yuan and wasted a little time of his opponent.
"The mission has been completed. Now, if I can get some benefits from the Blackwater Tribe and gain some time, it will be up to me, the divine avatar."
"Hufeng..."
"Call the rain!"
"Burning martial arts...the hearts of all people."
The red robe of Yang Lin's divine avatar was swept by the wind, and a huge figure rose from his body, standing in the sky above the Blackwater Tribe. With a finger, thousands of figures turned into streams of light and rushed straight to the southern hall of the Blackwater Tribe. .
When he came, in mid-air, he had already used the deduction method of the immortal to guide the way to the golden immortal level.
He had long deduced that his opportunity was in the south, and his mind sensed something that echoed the power of the remaining parts of his mind.
What else is there to say?
Just one word.
In the distance, the Jingyuan clone, followed by the Qiyuan clone, exploded into confetti in the sky. Under the full control of the main body, the Shenyuan clone opened fire, not only burning the martial arts, but also calling on the people's accumulated strength for a long time. Believe in the power of your mind.
A violent thunderstorm fell suddenly.
It's like heaven pouring down.
The rain of arrows from the sky just hit, but it only destroyed countless human-shaped lights and shadows, but did not stop the swooping figure of the Shenyuan clone.
Blocked by the burning flames of martial arts.
"I'll lend you my treasure."
Rush close to the ground and break through the last level of the witch formation.
Yang Lin's divine clone, whose flesh and blood had withered, looked in a miserable state, but finally approached a burly man with white hair and a long face holding a staff.
This should be the leader of the Blackwater Tribe.
A clan leader who was not doing his job properly got a great opportunity and studied the Witch Spirit Book for nearly twenty years.
However, what the other person thinks and what his character is is not important at this time.
What Yang Lin wanted was not to break the thirty-three-layer witch formation condensed on this man. He fell down, and the roof of the main hall on the southern mountain peak collapsed and exploded like building blocks. The arrows from all directions became more and more fierce. The witch formation formed a giant net. The leader of the Blackwater clan raised his head fiercely, the ancient staff in his hand exploded, and a dark halo appeared in front of him.
"No matter how strong you are, if you face the whole clan's desperate struggle, you will definitely end miserably."
The leader of the Blackwater clan shouted coldly.
Then, his voice stopped, as if a mouthful of phlegm had stuck in his voice, and he could no longer speak.
Because, he saw that Yang Lin did not attack him, but turned into light and circled to the bookshelf in the corner of the hall. With a flick of his hand, the bookshelf turned into powder and flew away. Among the countless powder flying, that one His hand swept across and grabbed a leather page.
"No, I fell into a trap."
The leader of the Blackwater clan finally understood what Yang Lin's purpose was.
But he couldn't understand why the other party was like a prophet who knew where the pages of the witch spirit book were hidden.
However, this is not important. What is important is why he thinks that after getting the pages, he can still escape the combined attack of dozens of masters and tens of thousands of people from the Blackwater Tribe.
"Kill him." The leader of the Blackwater clan hissed.
There was a vague feeling of foreboding in my heart.
"late."
Yang Lin got the shiny silver pages and ignored the intensive and violent attacks around him.
His eyes fell on the writing on the page.
'A glance for ten thousand years. '
Countless information was transmitted into the eyes and into the heart, and a little silver light was transmitted from somewhere to a certain channel.
The next moment, his figure was overwhelmed by countless attacks, and his entire body exploded into a sky full of confetti.
And in the hut on the back hill of the Qingmu Tribe, sitting cross-legged, I suddenly opened my eyes, the golden light between my brows shined, and a ray of silver light poured into it.
"When the clone sees it, it means that the main body sees it, and can learn it... Finally completed the inheritance of mental power, introduced the mental power, performed martial arts, and improved."
Yang Lin's eyes were cold, and he raised his eyes towards the direction of the Blackwater Tribe, seeming to sense the mammoth energy coming from Ma Yuan.
As the martial luck value burned fiercely, a strange and vast force was generated and strengthened in the heart.
