As expected.
It was similar to what Irin had guessed.
On the third night, the people who were hiding in the bushes could not take it anymore. They all covered their faces and attacked the Golden Temple.
Among the people who attacked the Golden Temple, some of them were ordinary martial artists who did not know any spells. Some of them were wielding strange weapons that were shining brightly. They did not look weak.
Some of them went up the mountain with torches. They killed everyone they saw and burned everything they saw.
Not long after, the blazing flames lit up the sky.
The sounds of killing pierced through the night. Irin reluctantly closed the secret manual. He was just about to get excited when this attack disrupted his mood.
"Boom!"
In the distance, on the top of the mountain, a pillar of fire shot up into the sky. More than ten figures were blown away by the sudden pillar of fire. They fell down the mountain at the speed of light and their corpses landed on the ground.
"Xiaohu threw a grenade."
Irin nodded. Although Irin did not know what Wang Xiaohu was doing, he even used a grenade. It seemed that he was in some kind of danger.
But it had to be said that this guy's luck was pretty good. Out of so many grenades, the only one that could explode was found by Wang Xiaohu. His luck was not bad.
Before Wang Xiaohu left, Irin had left a mother nail for Wang Xiaohu. In a critical moment, Wang Xiaohu could easily break the mother nail and ask Irin for help. Even Wang Xiaohu did not panic, so why was Irin panicking?
About twenty minutes later.
Another change occurred in the Golden Temple.
The loud chanting of sutras drowned out the battle cries.
A bright golden translucent cover rushed from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.
Irin squinted his eyes and looked at the golden cover. He immediately focused.
The golden cover was not a strange thing. It was more than twenty monks with no hair on their heads. They were gathered together. At the same time, their bodies lit up with a golden light that swayed like flames. The light condensed into a cover.
The cover seemed to be some kind of spell. The weapons of the bandits landed on the golden cover, creating waves of ripples. However, they could not break through.
"This is interesting."
Irin watched with interest. That shield was obviously cast by the monks of the Supreme Court. It was impenetrable by swords, spears, water, and fire. It could be said to be a tortoise-shell-like skill with special effects. It was very domineering.
Right at this moment.
Irin frowned. In the distant night sky, a bright shooting star was rapidly approaching.
Without any hesitation, he waved his hand and hid the three Mother Spirits who wanted to say something. Without another word, he stepped into Jian Nanchun's perimeter.
True enough.
When Irin stepped into that circle, the feeling of being spied on in the Third Grade Pavilion appeared once again, making Irin feel a little uncomfortable.
Irin pretended that he didn't know. A nervous expression appeared on his round face. Using the shadows of the trees and the night sky, he quietly crept toward the mountaintop like a young man who had just stepped out of his house.
The battle cries were all concentrated in the direction of the Golden Temple. Irin did not meet many people along the way. Perhaps it was because they were not unlucky enough to meet Irin in the vast forest. Ten minutes later, Irin arrived at the foot of the mountain.
There were many corpses along the way. Irin checked the state of the corpses and discovered another thing.
"These people who attacked the Golden Temple, are not from the same group?"
The monks were still breaking out of the encirclement and there were already corpses here. What did this mean? It was very simple. These corpses died in the hands of their "companions". In other words, they seemed to be working together, but they were actually from different camps. Once they attacked, they did not recognize anyone and would kill anyone who was not from their own camp.
This could also explain why over a hundred cultivators and bandits were able to survive for three days and two nights even though they had gathered together. It seemed that they were restraining each other.
After understanding this, Irin was even more calm.
After walking for a while, Yi Lin found that some people were sneakily squatting in the bushes. These people were obviously planning to be the oriole behind the mantis stalking the cicada. However, they didn't expect that there was a hunter behind the oriole.
Yi Lin carefully sensed the movements around him, carefully avoiding exposing more of his strength. He thought for a moment, then took out a few "Spiral Fire Grenades" from his pocket, or "Spiral Grenades" for short, and threw them into the bushes like scattering beans.
"Whoosh —"
After throwing them, Irin quickly ran a few steps, jumped, and crouched down.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! "
A series of continuous explosions drowned out the maple forest. Accompanied by a series of violent shaking, the ten or so people hiding in the bushes did not even see the back of the "hunter". They only felt their buttocks warm and instantly lost consciousness. It was unknown if they were still alive.
After easily dealing with this group of people, Irin let out a joyful laugh. He clapped his hands and climbed up from the bushes. When he was about to continue rushing towards the Golden Temple, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "Who are you?"
Irin turned around and looked. His face revealed an appropriate performance. On his face, there was 30% vigilance, 30% surprise, 30% surprise, and 30% complacency.
He saw a lady wearing a plain long dress and carrying a square sword sheath on her back. She stood quietly in the maple forest.
The light from the surrounding flames shone on the woman's face, making her exquisite facial features look exceptionally three-dimensional.
Her thin lips were lightly pursed, and there was no emotion on her face. She looked at Irin as if she was looking at a dead object. She was like a wildflower, a rock, or a cricket in the bushes. There was no change in her expression.
"I'm the one who wants to ask!" Irin said with a childish tone. He raised his chin and pointed at the lady and asked, "You jumped out without making a sound. Are you trying to scare me to death?"
Clang ~
The lady slowly stretched out two fingers like a sharp sword. Her eyes opened and closed, and there was an almost undetectable coldness in the depths of her eyes. She asked the second question, "Where did you learn from?"
When the lady stretched out her fingers, the sword sheath on her back emitted a cold light. The sound of the sword was like the sound of cicadas on a summer night. It buzzed in Irin's ears.
Irin's expression changed. In that instant, he felt the blood in his chest churning. Perhaps he was too immersed in the act and did not hold it in. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
What the f * ck?
So awesome?
Irin's heart also became more vigilant. He secretly wondered if he had taken the step of showing off too boldly. But after spitting out that mouthful of blood, Irin did not feel uncomfortable, nor did he lose too much blood. Instead, he felt that his breathing was much smoother.
"You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth."
The lady shook her head and put down her fingers. She ignored Irin and walked past Irin like a bystander.
When the lady in the plain dress passed by Irin, Irin smelled a faint fragrance of flowers. It was pure and natural.
"Junior Sister, you're finally here."
Just as Irin and the lady passed by each other, the light of a sword flashed in the night sky. Jian Nanchun stepped on a flying sword and lightly landed in front of the lady. Jian Nanchun, who had always liked to show off, had a trace of undetectable joy and shyness in his eyes.
"Oh oh oh —"
Irin was not far away. He immediately understood what was going on and made a strange noise.
In Jian Nanchun's hand was a person with a depressed expression.
It was Wang Xiaohu.
Jian Nanchun had never experienced the verbal bombardment of a twenty-second century modern civilization. Although he did not understand the meaning behind the "oh", hearing it made Jian Nanchun feel very uncomfortable. It was as if blood was dripping from his face, or as if his ears were pregnant.
He followed the sound and looked at Irin. His expression was obviously stunned. Then he looked at Wang Xiaohu in his hand and finally recognized them. "It's you guys?"
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