I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Vol 2 Chapter 805: "Spiral Bomb"

really.

It was similar to what Irin had initially speculated.

On the third night, the people squatting in the grass couldn't stand it anymore, and they covered their faces by appointment and launched an attack on the Golden Temple.

Among those who attacked the Golden Temple, some were just ordinary martial artists and did not know how to use magic techniques, and some wielded weird weapons.

Some people carry torches up the mountain, kill people when they see them, and burn houses when they see them.

Not long after, the sky was blazing brightly.

The shouts of killing pierced the night, Yi Lin reluctantly closed the secret book in the end, he was looking up, but was disturbed by the attack.

"boom!"

In the distance, on the top of the mountain, a pillar of fire rose up into the sky, and dozens of figures were blown up by the sudden pillar of fire.

"Little Tiger lost a grenade."

Yi Lin nodded. Although Yi Lin didn't know what kind of water Wang Xiaohu mixed in and fished, he even used the grenade, and it seemed that he was in some kind of crisis.

But I have to say that this cargo is very good. Among so many grenades, the only one that can explode has been touched by Wang Xiaohu, and he is lucky.

Before Wang Xiaohu's departure, Yi Lin left a mother nail for Xiaohu in advance, and when it was a critical moment, Wang Xiaohu easily broke the mother nail and asked Yi Lin for help. Even Wang Xiaohu didn't panic, Yi Lin panicked.

About twenty minutes later.

The Golden Temple rebirth and change.

There was a burst of loud chanting, suppressing the sound of killing.

A translucent cover with shining golden light rushed from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, as if it were imaginary.

Yi Lin squinted his eyes to the golden cover, and when he saw it, he immediately concentrated.

The golden hood is not something weird, but more than 20 monks with no grass on their heads, surrounded by groups. At the same time, golden rays of light swaying like flames ignited on them, and those rays of light condensed into a cover.

The hood seemed to be a certain technique. The robbers' weapons fell on the golden hood, making waves of ripples, but they couldn't penetrate.

"It's kind of interesting."

Yi Lin watched it wonderfully. The cover was obviously released by the monks of Dali Temple. It was impenetrable with swords, guns, water and fire. It was a tortoise-shell skill, and it took special effects into consideration and was very domineering.

Just now.

Yi Lin frowned, and in the distant night sky, a dazzling meteor swiftly arrived.

He barely hesitated, and with a wave of his hand, he hid the three mother spirits of his relatives who wanted to say nothing, and stepped into Jian Nanchun's alert range without saying a word.

really.

When Yi Lin stepped into that circle, the feeling of being spied on in the Third Pinxuan once again made Yi Lin feel a little uncomfortable.

Yi Lin pretended not to know, with a rounded look of nervousness on his face, with the shadow of the tree and the night, like a young man who had just emerged from the cottage, Mimi quietly touched the direction of the top of the mountain.

The shouting and killing were all concentrated in the direction of the Golden Temple, but Yi Lin did not run into a few people along the way, perhaps because they were not unlucky enough to meet Yi Lin in the vast woods. Ten minutes later, Yi Lin came to the foot of the mountain.

There were already quite a few corpses along the way, and Yi Lin checked the death of those corpses and found one more thing.

"These people who attacked the Golden Temple are not the same group?"

The monks are still breaking through and descending the mountain, and the dead body has appeared here, what does it mean? Quite simply, these corpses died in the hands of "comrades". In other words, they seem to work together, but in fact they belong to different camps.

This can also explain why hundreds of monks and robbers can gather together for three days and two nights. It seems that there are reasons why they are restraining each other.

After understanding this, Yi Lin didn't panic even more.

Walking a little further away, Yi Lin found someone squatting awkwardly in the grass as Voldemort. These ten people were obviously using the abacus of "Mantis catching cicada, oriole is behind", but what they didn't expect was that Behind the siskin, there are hunters.

Yi Lin carefully felt the movement around him, and carefully avoided exposing his strength. After thinking for a while, he took out a few "in-situ spiral ascending fire grenades", or "spiral bombs" for short, from his pocket. Throw it into the grass like beans.

"call--"

After throwing it away, Yi Lin quickly ran a few steps, took a leap, and lay down.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A burst of explosions flooded Fenglin, and accompanied by bursts of violent shaking, the dozens of Voldemort squatting in the grass did not even see the back of the "Hunter". They only felt that their buttocks were hot and instantly lost. With consciousness, life and death are uncertain.

After easily resolving the vote, Yi Lin let out a pleasant laugh. He clapped his hands and got up from the grass with a black face. When he was about to continue to the Golden Temple, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Who are you?"

Yi Lin looked back, showing a proper performance on his face. On his face, there are three-point vigilance, three-point surprise, three-point surprise, and the complacency that one point doesn't need to be hidden.

I saw a woman wearing a plain dress, with a square sword box behind her back, standing quietly among the maple forests.

The flames that ignited all around were reflected on the woman's face, reflecting her exquisite features in a three-dimensional way.

Her thin lips were pressed lightly, her face was not emotional, and the eyes that looked at Yi Lin looked like a dead thing, or wild flowers, rocks, or crickets in the grass on the side of the road. There are no waves.

"I just wanted to ask!" Yi Linyong still had a childish tone, raised his chin lightly, and turned to the woman Nunu's mouth, and asked: "You jump out without making a sound, do you want to scare people to death?"

Cang~

The woman slowly stretched out her two fingers, like a sharp sword, her eyes opened and closed, and there was a trace of coldness in the depths of her eyes, and she asked the second question: "Where is the teacher?"

When the woman stretched out her sword finger, the cold light gleamed in the sword box behind her, and the sound of the sword rang like a cicada in the summer night, buzzing in Yi Lin's ears.

Yi Lin's face changed, and in an instant he felt blood surging in his chest. Perhaps he was too deep into the play, and he didn't get stretched. He spouted a mouthful of blood.

Oh my grass?

So awesome?

Yi Lin also added a bit of vigilance in his heart, whether the secret way he stepped too unrestrainedly. But after spitting out that mouthful of blood, Yi Lin not only didn't feel uncomfortable, he didn't lose too much blood, but felt that his breath became much smoother.

"Cultivating indiscriminately, I don't know how high the sky is."

The woman shook her head, put down her sword fingers, ignored Yi Lin, and walked past Yi Lin like someone else.

When the woman in the plain skirt passed by Yi Lin, Yi Lin smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, pure and natural, and quite authentic.

"Junior sister, you are finally here."

Just when Yi Lin and the woman passed by ~www.readwn.com~ the sword light flashed in the night sky, Jian Nanchun stepped on a flying sword and floated down in front of the woman. Jian Nanchun, who always likes to pretend to be forceful, flashed an imperceptible joy and shyness in his eyes.

"Oh oh oh--"

Yi Lin didn't get far away, and he understood at a glance, making a strange humming noise.

In Jian Nanchun's hands, there was also a man with a drooping expression.

It's Wang Xiaohu.

Where did Jian Nanchun have experienced the gunshots from the 22nd century of modern civilization? Although he didn't understand how meaningful this "oh" sound was, it always made Jian Nanchun feel very uncomfortable when he listened to it in his ears. Comfortable, as if blood dripping from the face, and as if the ears were pregnant.

He followed the prestige to Yi Lin, his expression was obviously startled, then he looked at Wang Xiaohu in his hand, and finally recognized: "It's you?"

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