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

The Lord of Swords in front of me has 18.65 million fans in the Weibo APP.

Lin Beichen looked at his number of fans.

6.5 million.

Oh, it’s gone up too.

And it suddenly increased by more than one million.

Milk thoughts.

He was overjoyed.

Although I’m not planning to enter Shinto, gaining followers is always an exciting thing, isn’t it?

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

Even with Mr. Lin's character, he wouldn't be able to get fucked, but he could cut leeks.

If you 'take jobs' in the future, you can charge a sky-high price.

opposite.

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

"how did you do that?"

she asked softly.

It's really soft.

The voice was softer than ever before.

Lin Beichen raised his middle finger, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "This... is difficult to explain."

"I don't want to say forget it."

The Lord of Sword's voice turned colder.

However, the next moment she seemed to feel that she had gone too far, so in a rare moment the clouds turned sunny, she added: "Everyone has their own secrets. If you don't want to tell them, I won't force you."

Yo ho?

This big shark actually became docile.

Lin Beichen's eyes lit up.

This was inspired by me.

Hehe, [Yin-Yang Sympathy and Great Compassion], there are several postures that contain great secrets... Uh-huh, it's a move. In the past, she always refused to cooperate. Tonight, while the iron is hot, maybe there is hope to give it a try?

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

Because he saw, in the distant void, a figure surrounded by a faint dark yellow mist, like a weightless ghost, slowly condensing and emerging.

His facial features are like those of Chigusa God.

He is not dead yet.

Appearing so quietly, like a ghost.

As the arm of the 'Thousand Grass God' was raised slightly, a dark-yellow mist transformed into the shape of a sharp arrow, flew out, and silently shot towards the heart of the master of the sword, Junhou.

However, the master of the sword did not notice it at all.

"careful……"

Lin Beichen's figure was like lightning, and he immediately threw the sword master away.

The black-yellow arrow missed the target and flew back.

"hehe……"

As if chuckling from a ghost, the 'Thousand Grass God' raised his hand and pinched the black-yellow arrow, diluting it into a black-yellow mist and blending it into his body.

Only then did the Lord of the Sword realize how dangerous it was just now.

The divine power all over her body exploded, protecting Lin Beichen behind her.

"I didn't expect that."

The face of 'Qiangushen' seems to be floating in the water, distorted by anger and resentment: "You two bitches, you don't naively think that you can win like this, do you?"

The sword master's eyebrows were as dark as swords, slightly wrinkled, and there was doubt in his eyes.

Chigusa Kami is obviously dead. His body has collapsed.

Divinity has also died.

This can't be fake.

But in front of me...

His current state is very strange.

That dark yellow mist was clearly another kind of power - a power completely different from the divine power of heavenly fire he had used before.

It was with the support of this power that he could barely maintain his body's existence, which was like a smoky shadow.

Although this black-yellow power is not strong, it still gives the sword master an extremely dangerous feeling.

Lin Beichen also observed curiously.

So, has ‘Chigusa God’ entered its second form?

Just like the Mirror Clan Blood Demon Liang Yuandao?

However, the second form of the 'Thousand Grass God' looks as insubstantial as a wisp of smoke, with no energy leaking out, as if a gust of wind can blow it away, but it is extremely terrifying.

The arrow that hit the Lord of Sword just now was absolutely fatal. Lin Beichen had no doubt that if the Lord of Sword was hit, he would definitely fall...

After thinking about it, Lin Beichen took out his death phone and started to 'scan' it.

"Ding."

"Discovered [Parasite Puppet], a god that has been destroyed physically and mentally. It relies on the power of a higher order god to survive. It can borrow part of the power of the host. As long as the host survives, it is almost immortal..."

"Weakness: Only the power that is enough to restrain the host can destroy it."

Several messages popped up.

Lin Beichen's face turned green when he saw it.

Immortal?

Do you want to be so perverted?

"I see……"

The Master of the Sword also noticed the clues, and a look of solemnity appeared on his beautiful face, but there was also sarcasm in his eyes, saying: "You are also an alien god after all, but you are willing to be someone who controls your life and death.

Dog, it’s so sad.”

"This is all thanks to you."

'Thousand Grass God''s expression was extremely distorted due to anger: "I was expected to become an orthodox god and enjoy the worship of faith. Originally, I have reached the peak of my long life. It was you, a bitch, who killed my divine body and divinity. I don't want to

No choice.”

How fresh.

Lin Beichen secretly slandered.

It was you who came first to compete for the Shark's throne.

Aren't people allowed to resist?

"And you..."

'Qiancao Shen' looked at Lin Beichen, his eyes seemed to be spitting out angry flames, wanting to eat Lin Beichen's skin and flesh, and said: "If it weren't for you, I would have killed this bitch... you... you stinking mortal,

I don’t know what secrets you hide, but you must die today and pay the price.”

Lin Beichen raised his middle finger.

Didn't rub my eyebrows.

The confidence of 'scanning' was still flashing in his mind, and he was thoughtful.

"Which one from the Great Wilderness Temple is your parasitic god?"

He asked suddenly.

"Huh? You see? 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 Desolate Sky-Covering Hand]!”

The words were not spoken yet.

He raised his left arm, and the dark-yellow Ancestral God's arm and palm suddenly expanded rapidly, turning into a thousand-meter-long sky-covering hand, and grabbed Lin Beichen and the Lord of the Sword.

"Tian Shuang...Endless Slash."
To be continued...