Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 866: Parasitic puppet

So far, everything is in Lin Beichen's script.

The Lord of Swords in front of him has already fixed 18.65 million fans in the Weibo app.

Lin Beichen looked at the number of his fans.

6.5 million.

Yo, also rose.

And it suddenly increased by more than one million.

Milk thinking.

He was overjoyed.

Although I am not planning to enter Shinto, gaining fans is always exciting, isn't it?

And the more fans you have, the more things you can do.

Even with Young Master Lin's character, he wouldn't be a fan, but he could cut leeks.

In the future, if you 'take jobs' again, you can ask a sky-high price.

Opposite.

The Lord of Swords dissipated the long sword in his hand, stood in the void, and looked at Lin Beichen quietly and steadily, his eyes full of desire to re-understand and explore.

"How did you do it?"

she asked softly.

It's really soft.

The sound is softer than ever before.

Lin Beichen raised his middle finger, rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "This...it's hard to explain."

"I don't want to say it."

The voice of the Lord of the Sword became three points colder.

However, in the next moment, she seemed to feel that she was going a little too far, so the rare cloudy weather turned sunny, and she added, "Everyone has their own secrets, if you don't want to tell them, I won't force you."

Yo huh?

This big shark turned out to be docile.

Lin Beichen's eyes lit up.

This is my probation.

Hey, in the 【Yin-Yang Sympathy and Great Compassion Fu】, there are a few poses that contain great profound meaning... Uh bah, it's a move, she always didn't cooperate in the past, so tonight, strike while the iron is hot, maybe there is hope to give it a try?

Lin Beichen was about to say something when his pupils shrank suddenly.

Because he saw, in the void in the distance, a figure surrounded by a faint black and yellow haze, like a weightless phantom ghost, slowly condensed and emerged.

The facial features are the appearance of Qiancao God.

He is not dead yet.

Appearing so silently, like a ghost.

As the arm of the 'Thousand Grass God' was lifted slightly, a dark yellow mist transformed into the shape of a sharp arrow and flew out, shooting towards the back heart of the Lord of the Sword silently.

But Lord of the Sword didn't notice it at all.

"Be careful..."

Lin Beichen's figure was like lightning, and he immediately threw the Lord of the Sword away.

The dark yellow arrow fell into the air and flew backwards.

"Hehe..."

As if it was a chuckle from a ghost, the 'Thousand Grass God' raised his hand and held the black-yellow arrow, fading it into a black-yellow mist and blending it into his body.

At this moment, the Lord of the Sword realized how dangerous it was just now.

She burst out with divine power flowing all over her body, protecting Lin Beichen behind her.

"I didn't expect it."

The face of the 'Thousand Grass God' seemed to be floating in water, distorted by anger and resentment: "You two dogs and men, don't you naively think that you just won like this?"

The Lord of the Sword's black eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and there was doubt in his eyes.

The Chikusa God is obviously dead.

The divine body collapsed.

Divinity has also died.

It can't be fake.

But in front of me...

His current state is very strange.

The dark yellow mist is clearly another kind of power - a power that is completely different from the sky fire divine power he used before.

It is with the support of this kind of strength that he barely maintains his body like a shadow of smoke.

Although this kind of dark yellow power is not strong, it still gives the Lord of Swords an extremely dangerous feeling.

Lin Beichen also observed curiously.

So 'Thousand Grass God' has entered the second form?

Like Liang Yuandao, the Blood Demon of the Mirror Clan?

However, the second form of the "Thousand Grass God" looks ethereal like a wisp of smoke, without any energy overflowing, as if a gust of wind could blow him away, but it is extremely terrifying.

The arrow that hit the Lord of the Sword just now was absolutely fatal. Lin Beichen has no doubt that if the Lord of the Sword is hit, he will definitely fall completely...

After thinking about it, Lin Beichen took out the Reaper's mobile phone and started to 'scan' directly.

"Ding."

"It was discovered that [Parasitic Puppet], a **** that has been wiped out, relies on the power of a higher order **** to survive, and can borrow part of the host's power. Under the premise of the host's survival, it is almost an immortal existence ..."

"Weakness: Only the strength enough to restrain the host can destroy it."

Several messages popped up.

When Lin Beichen saw it, his face turned green.

Immortal?

Do you want to be so perverted?

"So..."

The Lord of Swords also noticed the clues, a dignified look appeared on his beautiful face, but there was also sarcasm in his eyes, and he said: "You are also a **** outside the sky, and you are willing to do it by others." A dog that controls life and death is really sad."

"This is all thanks to you."

The expression of 'Qiancao God' was extremely distorted because of anger: "I was expected to become an orthodox **** and enjoy the worship of faith. I had already reached the peak of my long life. It was you, bitch, who killed my divine body and divine nature." , I have no choice."

It's so fresh.

Lin Beichen secretly slandered.

It's you who **** came to fight for the throne of the big shark first.

Is it still not allowed to resist?

"And you..."

'Qiancao God' looked at Lin Beichen, his eyes seemed to be spraying angry flames, and he wanted to eat Lin Beichen's skin and flesh, and said: "If it wasn't for you, I would have killed this bitch...you...you stink As a mortal, I don't know what secrets are hidden in you, but you must die today and pay the price."

Lin Beichen raised his middle finger.

No eyebrow rubbing.

In his mind, the confidence obtained by 'sweeping' is still flashing, thoughtful.

"Your parasitic god, which one of the Great Wilderness Temple is it?"

He asked suddenly.

"Huh? See it? You know a lot."

'Thousand Grass God' sneered lightly, and said: "But it's useless, you must die, it's useless to talk more... [Great Desolation Covering the Sky Hand]!"

The voice did not fall.

His left arm was raised, and the arm and palm of the ancestor **** were black and yellow, and suddenly swelled rapidly, turning into a giant hand covering the sky a thousand meters in size, towards Lin Beichen and the sword

The lord caught it.

"Tianshuang... Endless Slash."

Jun Qingyao, the master of the sword, directly activated his ultimate move.

The blade ice storm composed of endless sword lights swept across.

Shhhhh!

The sword light passed over the giant dark yellow hand, as if piercing through the air.

But the giant hand that covers the sky is not affected at all.

With just a casual slap, the icy storm of sword blades scattered all over the sky, easily breaking the sword lord's ultimate move [Sky Frost Endless Slash], and then continued to move towards the second one like a catastrophe. Man covered and photographed.

"Flash."

Lin Beichen dragged the Lord of Swords and retreated quickly.

"Hahaha, did it flash?"

'Thousand Grass God' laughed wildly, and the thousand-meter giant palm suddenly split open, turning into countless thin and long whip tentacles, spreading at the speed of light, and shuttled through the void at a very high speed...

Crack!

Lin Beichen's speed was already extremely fast, and he had clearly dodged out of the way, but for some reason, he was still hit by the black-yellow tentacle.

"Poof."

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was as if the body had been torn apart, and the pain was unprecedented.

The innate profound energy in his body was almost instantly dissipated.

Suppression!

This is the suppression of the profound energy of mortals by divine power.

Lin Beichen realized in his heart.

It's broken.

"It's the power of the wild..."

Twelve pairs of sword wings spread out behind the master of the sword, pulling Lin Beichen, constantly flashing rapidly, as if teleporting, avoiding the whip of the black-yellow tentacle whip, and said loudly: "It is the **** of faith in the Great Wilderness Temple The power of a mortal is simply not enough to resist...be careful."

Boom!

While speaking, she was locked and hit by dozens of black and yellow tentacles at the same time. The Lord of the Sword fought with his sword wings, and was blasted out together with Lin Beichen.

In an instant, the sword wings broke inch by inch.

The broken sword is like a broken feather, falling and withering in the void.

Crush.

The dark yellow color is filled with 'Great Desolation Divine Power', and its power is really terrifying.

The situation instantly became one-sided.

The gap is so big that Lin Beichen and the Lord of the Sword can hardly see hope.

"Hahahaha, what's the matter, the roles are reversed, do you feel what despair is?"

'Thousand Grass God' looked up to the sky and laughed.

In his eyes, there is cruelty like a cat playing with a mouse.

Countless dark-yellow tentacles spread crazily, shuttled through the space, and instantly formed a cage with a diameter of several kilometers, trapping Lin Beichen and the Lord of Swords in it...

Not good.

Lin Beichen was secretly startled.

This will be caught behind closed doors...

Bah, I caught a turtle in the urn.

"It's too late, listen, I'll send you out, seize the opportunity, run away, don't come back..."

The Lord of Swords danced wildly with black hair, and his tone was extremely firm.

The divine power in her body began to burn crazily, mobilizing.

"What are you doing?"

A bad premonition rose in Lin Beichen's heart.

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