Xijianjiang stayed for several days. After Lin Zhao had already warmed up enough military aura in his heart, he began to travel again and said goodbye to the "aunt" Xijianjiang Shen Niang Lin Xingchu. Although Lin Xingchu repeatedly tried to keep it and took out a lot of treasures collected by Jiang Shen and wanted to give them to Lin Zhao, Lin Zhao refused all of them and did not receive any rewards without any merit. It was inappropriate to bother here for many days, so it would be even more unreasonable to accept gifts.

...

The next day.

Lin Zhao was far away from the Xijian River and arrived at a bamboo forest. It was getting late and heavy snow was falling in the sky. It was unlikely to ignite the torch and walk at night. So Lin Zhao could only find a place to stay overnight. However, there was nowhere to stay in the bamboo forest. It was impossible to build a temporary tent in the heavy snow. The biting cold wind might not be able to withstand even the body of a sixth-level martial artist.

"Let's take a walk..."

Lin Zhao frowned, carried the bamboo box on his back, and continued to move forward, hoping to walk more on the snowy night to warm up his body, otherwise it would be quite uncomfortable that night.

Not long after walking, there seemed to be a building in the snowy night, silently on the snowy night.

"Is it someone?"

The boy was delighted and immediately lifted the bamboo box upwards, then ran over quickly. With the rustling footsteps, he was a little disappointed when he came to the front of the building. It was just a yin temple. The place was not big and square. The outer walls were seriously damaged. It had been disrepair for hundreds of years, and it was a blessing that it had not collapsed.

Lin Zhao entered the ancestral hall with a bamboo box, squinted his eyes and looked at it. The tablets worshipped in the ancestral hall had long disappeared. There was only a wooden statue inside, which looked like a middle-aged man, and there was nothing else. Fortunately, the four walls of the Yin Temple were intact and could barely shelter the wind and snow, so he had to live here that night.

The boy was a little nervous. After putting down the bamboo box, he took out the cloth curtain and spread it on the ground. He barely made a dry and warm bed. Then he walked outside, found a pile of dry branches, lit a fire in the ancestral hall, and then found a pheasant made from the bamboo box to cook a pot of chicken soup, and then roasted some big cakes. This meal was done.

...

After eating and drinking, Lin Zhao added firewood, held Gu Jian in his arms and lay down to sleep. He looked up at the direction of the wooden statue in Yin Temple and frowned. He always felt that someone was staring at him.

"Isn't it really a ghost?"

The boy was frightened.

In the middle of the night, Lin Zhao was sleeping hazy. Suddenly, he heard a woman crying outside. He suddenly lost all sleepiness. This is strange. There are almost no living people living in the land thousands of miles north of the Great Wall of Fusu. Even if there are people, there are some merchants, rovers, etc. How could a woman cry outside this deserted Yin Temple in the middle of the night?

"call……"

It's about finding yourself!

Although Lin Zhao was afraid of ghosts, he was not afraid of trouble. He quickly took out two silver demon-suppressing talismans from his arms, and put them on the front door and back wall of Yin Temple with two "pa" sounds, one by one, one behind, one behind, and one behind. He frowned, carried the ancient sword on his back, and held the long sword of the Centurion of the Pioneer Camp, and said in a deep voice: "Who, don't pretend to be a ghost, come out for me?"

There was no sound outside, and the woman's crying was gone.

Lin Zhao pulled a burning branch from the fire, walked out of the door with his sword eyebrows frowned and patrolled everything outside. He had nothing except the heavy snow and the cold wind, but he could clearly feel something was staring at him. This perception from the martial artist and sword cultivator could not make any mistake.

So he put the long sword back to the sheath, took out a tracking talisman from his arms, rubbed the thumb of the index finger and ignited it, and sent the tracking talisman forward, shouting: "Since you don't come out by yourself, I have to find you by myself!"

"Swish--"

The tracking talisman flew away in the snow, tracking the yin energy.

Lin Zhao quickly followed.

About four hundred meters away, the trace talisman burned out, and Lin Zhao immediately ignited the second trace talisman. At this moment, he had already felt the yin energy getting closer and closer. The fist wind swayed, lifting up a bamboo leaf that was covering each other. A red-clothed figure appeared in front of him, with a vague figure, and a female ghost in red.

"Don't pretend to be a fool!"

Lin Zhao raised his hand and threw the torch over. At the same time, he raised his finger to send out a wisp of spiritual energy. The torch ignited the spiritual energy, and "Hong" illuminated the surrounding bamboo forests. The true face of the female ghost was also fully exposed by the spiritual energy. She was a pretty woman, but she was full of yin energy, and she cried so hard that her pear blossoms were covered with rain, saying, "Young Master save me... save me..."

"Save you?"

Lin Zhao frowned: "You led me here from the temple, just to harm me, and to save you?"

"He...he..."

The girl in red cried sadly, and Qiqiai Ai said, "He...he is using me... to harm... young master, hurry up... and leave..."

"Um?!"

Lin Zhao suddenly raised his face and saw a figure falling from the sky. It was a ghost, with a ghost energy that was dozens of times stronger than a female ghost. A sharp claw of bone slapped the boy's face hard.

"Just know!"

Lin Zhao immediately ignited a magic speed talisman, and the horse wind style fist spirit filled his whole body. While his feet were pedaling and retreating rapidly, he handed out a punch, facing the opponent's white bone claws.

After a dull collision, Lin Zhao felt his whole palm numb, and his body was "double" backing in the snow, but the other party seemed to be fine, and fell on Lin Zhao's shoulder with a claw in the air, immediately tore open his clothes, leaving a blood mark on the boy's shoulder. The sixth level martial artist could not resist the body protection fist!

The other party floated on a bamboo branch bent by snow, and his body floated up and down. His blood-colored eyes stared at Lin Zhao under the cloak, and said with a smile: "I thought Jiuzhangyuan was so amazing to use a plan to annihilate the eight thousand elite demon clans. It turns out that's it..."

"you?"

Lin Zhao raised his eyebrows, looked at the other party's terrifying pale face, and said coldly: "Ghost Clan Cultivator?"

"Hey, guess right, so what?"

The body of the ghost clan monk sank slightly and said with a smile: "Your head is very valuable. The Great Demon Jade offers a reward of 1,000 gold to buy your head. If I kill you, I can use gold to make a living in the second half of my life to make a top-five realm!"

This man was covered in desolate and destructive aura, and he was undoubtedly a ghost monk. Those inhumane ghouls, ghost soldiers, etc. are actually puppets refined by such people.

However, this person’s realm is so high, the eight-level golden elixir!

With Lin Zhao's strength, it's okay to fight the seventh level, but it's too difficult to fight the eighth level that has already formed the golden elixir.

...

So, the young man quietly ignited the second magic speed talisman and had to fight quickly, otherwise he would be dead if he consumed it. Every time he fought for life, Sister Bai in the sword would never interfere, as if he was determined to sharpen himself. If he couldn't pass, he would die and change to a sword master.

In an instant, Lin Zhao left behind, like a swimming snake!

"oh!?"

Gui Xiu was slightly stunned, and he was already punched in the abdomen in a Ma Fengfeng style, followed by punches at the back, chest, and neck. The young man was stirring up the heavy snow in the bamboo forest, attacking like crazy. The fist was everywhere, and one punch was heavier than the other, so that Gui Xiu could only wave his arms to block it in a short period of time, and there was no power to fight back at all.

"Enough!"

After a few breaths, the golden elixir energy in Gui Xiu's chest became more and more intense. He suddenly opened his arms, and the yin energy in his body overflowed, constantly condensed into white bone shields lingering around him. When Lin Zhao's next punch fell, it seemed as if it was hit in the extremely cold abyss. The ghost energy was so strong that his fist instantly burst into pieces.

This level of defense is no longer something that a sixth-level martial artist can break through.

"Not good!"

While Lin Zhao retreated quickly, he suddenly ignited a silver talisman. Suddenly, a ray of military aura burst out from the talisman gallbladder, turning into dozens of golden-armored iron cavalry holding spears and burst out from the sky, hitting straight, piercing through the body of the eight-level ghost clan cultivator. For a moment, the ghost clan was bombarded to retreat continuously, with a complex expression.

"How could it be?!"

A broken evil talisman actually destroyed all the bone shields around the eight-level ghost cultivator. At this time, Lin Zhao ignited the second broken evil talisman.

"Don't think about it!"

The ghost cultivator roared, raised his hand to both sides, and roared: "You lonely ghosts, since you have no meaning to live, let's be my meal!"

Suddenly, wisps of dark aura lingered in all directions. The countless unjust souls who died in the bamboo forest were cultivated and swallowed by ghosts. In the bamboo forest, the red-clothed female ghost flower was also sucked so much that it flew straight towards the ghost cultivation. Lin Zhao could not save those invisible unjust souls, so he could only save this one. He stepped forward and opened his hand and grabbed the female ghost's neck, pressing it on a thick bamboo.

"Heroes save beauty?!"

He suddenly trembled behind him, and he had already hit the ghost cultivator's sharp claw, and the back shoulder was filled with pain.

Lin Zhao turned around and punched him out, barely blocking the ghost cultivator.

"Young Master..."

The female ghost cried so hard that the pear blossoms were in the rain.

"Don't get out yet!"

Lin Zhao roared angrily: "The further you go, the better. No matter whether I live or die, you can't do evil with him in the future!"

"Young Master, I've recorded it..."

The female ghost's face was filled with tears and drifted with the wind.

...

Lin Zhao ignited a speed talisman again and made a "pengpeng" punch. However, this time, he only had the fist wind, but no fist energy. He kept blowing away the dark and wronged souls in the bamboo forest. It was counted as one of them to save one. Anyway, he would definitely not be able to leave today. The head of a thousand gold coins was so rare that he wanted to sell it. What's more, he would not let him go because of this eight-level golden elixir ghost cultivator.

"You are like you!"

The ghost cultivator laughed, and the white bone claws punched Lin Zhao again, which shocked Lin Zhao to smash a bamboo forest, and staggered back to the road behind him, and said with a smile: "It's hard to protect yourself, and you still want to save people? Tsk tsk, this is the chivalrous in the human race? Bah! People like you are hateful to live and pitiful to die!"

...

The young man was gasping heavily, his bloody fists clenched tightly, and his body was filled with pure fists. He looked at this ghost cultivator with his eyes. Even if he died, he would definitely die standing there. He could do as much foundation as he could do. If you do your entire life, the sixth realm will be exchanged for the eighth realm, I will make a profit!

But at this moment, the wind was blowing behind him. Lin Zhao glanced at the afterglow and was shocked.

A series of iron cavalry figures appeared behind Lin Zhao.

They were wearing hard and held sharp legs, with no life on their bodies, holding sharp swords and spears, and riding a group of hazy white bone war horses, all of which were filled with the aura of the battlefield.

"Xia people..."

A dark object in the lead gently raised his long sword and said, "The 24th Bailu Iron Cavalry Regiment Qingzi Camp, ordered to kill demons and subdue demons!"
Chapter completed!