Infinite Throne

   Chapter 808 "Spiral Bullets"

   Sure enough.

   is similar to what Irin initially guessed.

   On the third night, the people squatting in the grass couldn't stand it any longer, and they all covered their faces and attacked the Golden Temple.

   Among the people who attacked the Golden Temple, some were just ordinary warriors who didn't know how to do magic, and some were wielding strange weapons with shining lights on them, and they didn't look weak.

  Someone went up the mountain with a torch, and when they saw people, they killed them, and when they saw their houses, they burned down.

   In a short while, the roaring flames lit up the sky.

   The screams of killing pierced through the night, and Yi Rin finally closed the secret book reluctantly. He was looking at it, but was disturbed by the attack.

   "Boom!"

  In the distance, on the top of the mountain, a pillar of fire rose into the sky, and a dozen figures were blown away by the sudden pillar of fire, descending the mountain at the speed of light, and all their corpses fell to the ground.

   "Little Tiger threw a grenade."

   Yi Rin nodded, although Yi Rin didn't know what kind of water Wang Xiaohu was mixing in it, but he even used grenades, and it seemed that he was in some kind of crisis.

   But I have to say that the cargo is very good. Among all the grenades, the only one that can explode was found by Wang Xiaohu, and he is lucky.

   Before Wang Xiaohu was about to set off, Yi Rin left a female nail for Xiaohu in advance. When it came to a critical moment, Wang Xiaohu easily broke the female nail and could ask Yi Rin for help. Even Wang Xiaohu didn't panic, what did Yi Rin panic about?

   about twenty minutes later.

   Golden Temple regeneration accident.

   A loud chanting sound suppressed the shouting and killing.

   A translucent cover with bright golden light, as if virtual, rushes all the way from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

  Irin squinted and looked at the golden hood, and when she saw it, she immediately became concentrated.

  The golden hood was not something strange, but more than 20 monks with nothing on their heads, gathered around them. At the same time, golden rays of light swaying like flames ignited on them, and those rays of light condensed into a hood.

  The hood seemed to be some kind of magic technique. The weapons of the robbers fell on the golden hood, making ripples, but they couldn't penetrate.

   "That's kind of interesting."

  Irin watched it wonderfully. The cover was obviously released by the monks of Heian Temple. It was invulnerable to swords and fires, and it was invulnerable to fire and water.

   right now.

   Yi Rin frowned, and in the distant night sky, a dazzling meteor swept over quickly.

   He hardly hesitated, and with a wave of his hand, he hid the mother spirits of the three relatives who were hesitating to speak, and stepped into Jian Nanchun's warning range without saying a word.

   Sure enough.

   When Yi Rin stepped into that circle, the feeling of being secretly spied on in Sanpin Xuan appeared again, making Yi Rin feel a little uncomfortable.

  Irin pretended not to know, with a rounded expression of nervousness on her face. Using the shadows of the trees and the night, like a young man who was just starting out, he quietly touched the direction of the top of the mountain.

   The shouts of killing were all concentrated in the direction of the Golden Temple, but Yilin didn't meet a few people along the way, perhaps because they were not unlucky enough to meet Yilin in the vast woods. Ten minutes later, Yi Rin came to the foot of the mountain.

   There were already a lot of corpses along the way. Irin checked the death status of those corpses and found another thing.

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

  The monks are still breaking out of the encirclement and going down the mountain, and there are corpses here, what does it mean? Quite simply, these corpses died in the hands of "companions". In other words, they seem to be working together, but in fact they belong to different camps.

   This can also explain why hundreds of monks and robbers gather together and can survive for three days and two nights. It seems that there is a reason for their mutual restraint.

   After realizing this, Irin was even less panicked.

After walking for a while, Yi Rin found that there was a dog squatting in the grass to be Voldemort. The dozen or so people were obviously under the abacus of "mantis catching cicadas, oriole behind", but what they didn't expect was that in Behind the oriole, there are hunters.

Yi Rin carefully felt the movement around him and carefully avoided revealing more of his strength. After thinking for a while, he took out a few "spot spiral ascension grenades", or "spiral bombs" for short, from his pocket. Throwing it into the grass like a bean.

   "Call—"

After throwing   , Yi Rin quickly ran a few steps, took a leap, and fell down.

   "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A continuous explosion drowned out Fenglin, accompanied by violent shaking, the ten or so Voldemort squatting in the grass did not even see the back of "Hunter", only felt that his buttocks were hot, and he lost it in an instant. Consciousness, life and death uncertain.

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

  Irin looked back with a proper performance on her face. On his face, there are three points of vigilance, three points of surprise, three points of surprise, and one point of self-satisfaction that doesn't need to be hidden at all.

   I saw a woman in a plain long dress, with a square sword box on her back, standing quietly in the maple forest.

  The surrounding fire was reflected on the woman's face, reflecting her exquisite and delicate facial features in a three-dimensional manner.

Her thin lips were pursed lightly, and there was no emotion on her face, looking at Yi Rin in her eyes, as if she was looking at a dead object, like wild flowers, stones, or crickets in the grass by the roadside, No waves.

   "I just wanted to ask!" Yi Rin raised her chin lightly, nudging her mouth towards the woman, still with a childish tone, and asked, "You jumped out without making a sound, do you want to scare people to death?"

  锵~

  The woman slowly stretched out two fingers, like sharp swords, her eyes opened and closed, and a coldness that was hard to detect appeared in the depths of her eyes, and asked the second question: "Where is the teacher?"

   When the woman stretched out her sword finger, the cold light in the sword box behind her shone slightly, and the sound of the sword sounded like cicadas in a summer night, buzzing in Yi Rin's ears.

   Yi Rin's face changed, and he felt the blood surging in his chest in an instant, maybe it was too deep into the play, he didn't hold back, and he gushed out a mouthful of blood.

   Ouch my grass?

   So awesome?

  Irin felt a little bit more vigilant in her heart, wondering if she was acting too boldly. But after spitting out that mouthful of blood, not only did Yi Rin not feel uncomfortable, nor did she lose too much blood, on the contrary, she felt that her breath was much smoother.

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

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

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

   "Junior sister, you are finally here."

   Just as Yi Rin and the woman passed by, the sword light flashed in the night sky, and Jian Nanchun stepped on a flying sword and fell lightly in front of the woman. Jian Nanchun, who has always liked to pretend to be forceful, flashed a trace of undetectable joy and shyness in his eyes.

"Oh oh oh-"

  Irin was not too far apart, and he understood at once, and made a strange roar.

   In Jian Nanchun's hands, there is a man with a downcast expression.

   is Wang Xiaohu acridine.

Where did Jian Nanchun endure the trolls from the trolls of the modern civilization in the 22nd century? Although he could not understand how meaningful the "oh" sound was, hearing the "oh oh oh" in his ears always made Jian Nanchun feel very uncomfortable. Comfortable, like blood dripping from my face, and like pregnancy in my ears.

   He followed the reputation and looked at Yi Rin, his expression was obviously startled, and then he looked at Wang Xiaohu in his hand, and now he finally recognized it: "It's actually you?"

   (end of this chapter)