"What, hand over the luck value!"

When the monks heard this, they were immediately surprised. .

Unexpectedly, Lin Qing's ultimate goal was to seize their luck.

In this case, if they refuse, they will be afraid that the outcome will be terrible.

Everyone knows that Lin Qing is not a good person to talk to.

The monks who did not obey him just now were killed directly.

Among the many monks, Duobao Taoist is considered to be of relatively old qualifications, with higher cultivation levels, and more representative speech.

He gritted his teeth secretly and immediately said, "Senior Lin Qing, we are just juniors, why are you trying to make things difficult for us?"

Now, everyone has seen the power of Lin Qing as one beats three saints.

In front of Lin Qing, probably no one dared to call himself a senior in front of Lin Qing.

Even the Taoist Master Duobao can only regard himself as a junior.

After all, no matter how awesome he is, he is not as good as his master, the leader of Tongtian.

The leader of Tongtian was beaten in front of Lin Qing like a dog that was stranded, let alone Taoist Duobao.

Lin Qing glanced at these scared monks and couldn't help but laugh.

Now these monks are completely controlled by Lin Qing. They are not qualified and capable of negotiating with him.

In the past, Lin Qing would have been in a good mood and traded with them in exchange for the luck he wanted.

But now it seems that the speed is too slow and the effect is not good.

It is more realistic to rob directly.

In the sky, Lin Qing snorted coldly and said directly: "If you don't want to hand over your luck, it doesn't matter. Just hand over your head, it's the same."

When they heard the first half of the sentence, these monks thought they had a chance to remedy.

But as soon as the second half of the sentence came out, everyone's faces felt much colder.

Finally, among this kind of monk, there were several Daluo Jinxian, who were forced to be angry by Lin Qing's arrogance.

They immediately shouted loudly and said angrily: "Damn it, relying on their strong strength, they bullied us juniors, and we fought with you."

These monks, I don’t know if their heads were squeezed by the door or their donkeys.

They were really not afraid of death. They picked up the magic weapon and flew into the sky to fight Lin Qingjue to the death.

"Swish, swish!"

However, just halfway through these unlucky guys, several extremely strong lights appeared in Lin Qing's hands.

The light fell in an instant and pierced into the chests of the monks.

In the blink of an eye, these monks felt a sudden heart.

The powerful force immediately solved their lives, and their souls were directly shattered.

Before even screaming, these monks fell from mid-air.

Bang, bang!

With a few muffled sounds, they fell to the ground, their bodies twitched a few times, and immediately remained motionless.

This is a powerful man with a great cultivation level of Daluo Golden Immortal. Lin Qing said he would kill him, so he killed him directly.

Just thinking about such a thing makes me feel extremely terrible.

The other monks were frightened when they saw it.

In their eyes, Lin Qing was becoming more and more like a demon.

Anyone who dares to oppose him will have a dead end.

All the three great saints fled in panic. How could they dare to be arrogant like these ordinary cultivators?

Lin Qing looked at them coldly in the air and said, "If anyone among you is not afraid of death, just stand up."

Within a word, an extremely powerful aura emerged on Lin Qing's body.

This momentum is like a mountain, pressing against every monk, making them feel breathless.

In this case, these monks did not have the courage to be arrogant in front of Lin Qing.

Anyone who dares to resist, will be dead end.

In this way, as the most visionary monk, Daoist Duobao said without even thinking about this matter: "I am willing to hand over all the luck values, just ask my seniors to save my life."

Even a Taoist like Duobao knows that those who know the times are heroes, while the other monks are not stupid enough to lose their lives.

They didn't even think about it, and they all nodded and agreed.

"I am willing to hand over my luck value, please save my life for me."

"I am willing to hand over the luck value, too..."

"Me too……"

These monks seemed to have figured out in an instant, what is the fortune for the sake of their life?

So, they all captured their luck values ​​and turned them into white lights.

Lin Qing looked in the air and immediately burst into laughter.

With one arms out, Lin Qing quickly took back those luck values.

Suddenly, with Lin Qing as the center, a strong wind stirred up.

All the luck values ​​that looked like white light rushed towards Lin Qing at this time.

Countless luck values ​​were sucked into Lin Qing's body and plundered by him.

But in just a moment, many lucky points fell completely on Lin Qing and were sucked away by him.

With so many luck values, Lin Qing suddenly felt a very full feeling.

It seemed that after plundering these luck values, his soul was sublimated.

It is really not easy to have so many luck values.

Lin Qing roughly calculated that these fortune values ​​would have to be at least tens of millions.

Lin Qing had never obtained such a terrifying value before.

But at this moment, through his ruthless plunder, this goal was achieved.

This made Lin Qing realize that things like luck value can be used to grab it, and it is real.

He has decided that next time he meets those saints, he must let them know how cruel he is.

If you don’t hand over your luck, then just die. There is no nonsense to say.

Below Buzhou Mountain, after the fortune of Duobao Taoist was plundered, his expression had become a little depressed.

It seems that after being pulled away from the luck value, each of them became a little uninspired.

For them, luck value is also a kind of physical strength.

Now they are all plundered, which has some influence.

After being tossed by Lin Qing for a while, Daoist Duobao and others also knew they were afraid.

The pale-faced Taoist Duobao quickly bowed and said in front of Lin Qing: "Senior, your luck has been taken away by you. Can you let us go now? Cough cough!"

While speaking, Dao Ren Duobao coughed a few times, his face pale.

It seemed as if he had no strength anymore. If he continued like this, even his life would be unable to hold on.

Lin Qing stood in the sky, full of energy. He laughed and said, "If you want to get out, hurry up and don't wait for me to change my mind!"

For Lin Qing, the lives of these monks were not important at all.
Chapter completed!