Museum of Deadly Beasts

The five realms of blood contract can be more powerful with the help of animal pet. Now it is better than none.

At least, with firepower, resist the terrible wind.

At this moment, Lin Jin's body is also rippling out a mass of heat to drive away the cold. The cold wind is really strong. When it blows, the bones can freeze, and the White Ape and the small fire can still bear it. Lin Jin almost couldn't resist it just now. If he didn't improve his realm, he would be frozen alive with the help of fire spirit.

At the moment, the courtyard is already full of snow and ice, just like a very cold place.

Pan silk needle!

As soon as Lin Jing had a little strength, he immediately fought back.

Now in this situation, if you die or I die, Lin Jin can't care about anything else. He has a chance to use it.

This old dragon is the attribute of geomantic omen. The combination of geomantic omen and cold ice can conquer fire. But the same, small fire is also the enemy of each other, it seems to feel Lin Jin's heart, small fire is also roaring at the moment, the flame on the body again burst up, even in the cold wind, but also against the wind, attracting the fire of the old dragon.

In this way, Lin Jin could use pan silk needle to carry out sneak attack.

It's the only way Lin can think of winning.

This time, Lin Jingzhi manipulated a pan silk needle. As long as the needle was inserted into the body, it would immediately disturb each other's meridians. It was better to pierce the heart and lung, so as to win the game.

Lin Jin's technique of killing is needling pan Si points into the body.

The old dragon over there also gave up his body. Half of his body had changed into a dragon shape, and he was fighting with the little fire White Ape. Lin saw the right time, and the needle flew out of the old dragon's armpit.

The old dragon's reaction was very quick. As soon as the silver needle entered the body, he immediately released his inner strength and tried to force out the silver needle. Lin Jing hastened to increase his aura, thus forming a stalemate.

This time, Lin Jin also gave up his life and continued to increase his aura to fight with his opponent. Lao long also knew the strength of this silver needle and tried his best to resist it.

At the moment, most of the silver needles have penetrated into Lao Long's armpit, leaving only a little outside. They insist on this point. During this time, Lao long spewed cold wind to the forest several times. This time, the cold wind was extremely terrible. If he touched a little, he might seal the blood and freeze the bone. It can be said that he couldn't touch at all.

The small fire also spewed out a hot wind at the moment, blocking the bone chilling wind for Lin.

Even so, Lin Jin was still cold and uncomfortable.

For the first time, Lin Jing felt the torture of this technique, but it also showed that he was holding each other's seven inches now.

The pan silk needle must have posed a huge threat to the old dragon, otherwise, the other side would not be in a hurry to attack himself, so the more it was, the more it had to hold on to the other side.

As time went by, Lin Jin's aura was exhausted. He was almost fighting hard. Lao long was also howling with anger. The silver needle almost penetrated into his body. The murderous Qi and heat on it made Lao long feel dangerous.

The Beanstalk of sweat was still in the air, and it was blown into ice crystals by the cold wind. Now Lin Jin's legs were unconscious, and it was almost time for the oil to dry up.

Look at this, I'm afraid I'll lose in the endurance competition with Lao long.

Lin Jing's heart is also straight to sink, this once lost, this one plate silk needle is forced out, then his side can't turn over the possibility, the result can only be killed by the old dragon.

But at this time, Lin Jing suddenly heard a sound in the beast Museum.

"The living room is open!"

Lin Jinggang just fell into a fierce battle, but he completely forgot about it. The living room has been opened, and he can go back at any time.

Life is safe.

But Xiaohuo and the White Ape must have no way to escape. The old dragon set a magic border and closed all around. Xiaohuo and the White Ape could not break out.

Thinking of this, Lin Jing was worried again.

"See if you can get the little fire and the White Ape in."

Lin Jin now can only try this, this old dragon even in a weak state is also so strong, unmatched. In this way, Lin Jin visited the living room, hoping to tear a bigger gap, so that small fire and White Ape could also hide in it.

However, it was obvious that Lin Jing was a bit whimsical. Even if he did his best, it was just a small crack with his mind.

But it was the moment when this small crack was torn open by Lin Jin's idea, a breath rippled out.

The old dragon on the other side suddenly changed his face.

From the pupils of his eyes, we can clearly read the word "fear". Almost at the same time, the old dragon completely changed into a dragon shape. He did not dare to stay any longer, and immediately flew up and ran away.

Lin Jin sees the right time, pinches a formula, and controls the pan silk needle to smash one of the other's meridians. However, because of the distance, he soon loses contact with the pan silk needle.

Lin Jin shakes his head. Although he doesn't know why the old dragon suddenly ran away from the devil, and even risked to get hurt, it's best for the other side to retreat.At the moment, Lin was as stiff as he could, and could only slow down. The White Ape had just been attacked by more than ten dragon claws, and he was seriously injured. But thanks to him, he could let the small fire attack from side to side, otherwise he would not have been able to stick to it until now.

The surrounding scenery changes, the fire is sharp, now it is flying out, a few breaths back, with a small yellow flag in its mouth.

The flag is like a star disk, embroidered with a dozen dots, some connected with gold wire, some with silver thread, emitting halos of different sizes.

It's a magic weapon of a master. It's strange. There's a breath around it. Now it's converging on this little flag. The stars are shining. Lin Jin has a look. The enchantment magic that the old dragon used to imprison the surrounding area should be cast with it.

But the old dragon ran away in a dilemma. He didn't even take away the small flag used to decorate the border, but he took advantage of himself.

When the border disappears, Lin Jin sees privately that his small courtyard is really destroyed, but the outside is as good as ever. It has to be said that the skill of the border is magical. After it is used, it can be confined to one place. It can not only hide the breath, making it difficult for people outside to notice, but also for people inside to escape.

As for what scared the old dragon away, Lin Jing thought about it for a moment and figured it out.

Nine times out of ten, it's the breath of the curator's mask in the visitor hall.

The crack that he tore with his mind before sent out the breath of the curator's mask. The old dragon was highly cultivated, and naturally he was more sensitive than ordinary monsters. He could detect the horror of the curator's mask, so he ran away in a hurry.

However, similar situations have never occurred before. The atmosphere of the curator has never affected the outside world.

The only possibility is because of the existence of the art of boundary. Perhaps, the art of boundary will close the outside world, so that the breath of the curator can be revealed.

This made Lin think of a possibility.

Is it possible to condense a boundary in the future, and then get the mask of the curator out and put it on here?