Jun Lin frowned as he looked at the ruins of the Heavenly Puppet Sect. Just as he was about to leave, the system suddenly appeared.
It is said that there is a false chosen one here who is not quite dead.
However, due to the overwhelming power of the calamity, this pseudo-chosen one is now severely injured, his consciousness teetering between life and death.
With the intention of eliminating Evil from the root, King's Landing, who originally planned to leave, decided to stay and see how things went.
Of course, the main reason was to add a distinguished guest to his Emperor's Banner.
But this wait lasted for several days.
Lying on the golden lion's back, Errou couldn't help but stretch and ask, "Brother-in-law, what are we doing here?"
Faced with Errou's question, Junlin sighed and said, "Well, of course it's to help your good-for-nothing fourth brother eliminate future troubles."
"Why?"
Errou tilted her head, her face full of curiosity.
Upon hearing this, Er Yan frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean? What did he do?"
Jun Lin shrugged and said, "He wiped out the Heavenly Puppet Sect."
E'yan: "..."
Is there any problem with this? How could it become a future problem? Could it be that there is a martial arts immortal in the Tiankui Sect?
Upon seeing this, Jun Lin explained, "There is a person with great fortune in the Heavenly Puppet Sect who is not quite dead yet. If we let him grow, he may become a major threat to us in the future!"
Errou nodded knowingly. "I understand. Brother-in-law, you want to nip it in the bud, right?"
"Smart!" Junlin nodded with a smile.
Er Yan couldn't help but show a speechless expression.
She thought Junlin was staying here for something important, but it turned out to be just this.
soon.
Another day passed, and Junlin and his two companions still hadn't seen the so-called pseudo-chosen one of destiny hidden in the ruins of the Heavenly Puppet Sect.
But they were met with another false chosen one.
The black-winged golden lion that carried Jun Wushuang to this place suddenly looked around in confusion and said, "Turtle, why do I feel like I can smell my good brother's scent? Is it just my imagination?"
Jun Wushuang said speechlessly, "You're not a dog, what can you smell? You're probably obsessed with puppets. I already told you the Heavenly Puppet Sect was destroyed, what are you doing here?"
?
The Ink-Winged Golden Lion cursed and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who told you that only dogs can smell? I can smell your stench even if I were separated by a whole holy city."
Jun Wushuang: "You son of a bitch..."
Before Jun Wushuang could speak, the Ink-Winged Golden Lion immediately interrupted, "Don't shout. Haven't you ever read a storybook?"
After such a large sect is destroyed, there are usually one or two geniuses who survive. Let's recruit him and use him to make puppets for me.
Upon hearing this, Jun Wushuang sighed, "Didn't you say before that Jun Lin was the best puppeteer in the world?"
The Ink-Winged Golden Lion turned to look at Jun Wushuang, "Yes, but I can't usually find him, so I have to find a substandard one to make do with."
The reason he felt King's Landing was the world's best puppeteer was because most puppeteers possessed what's known as "puppet master's pride."
Those proud puppeteers disdained to make those kinds of puppets, and those who were willing to were not very skilled.
So today, he finally witnessed the destruction of the Heavenly Puppet Sect.
This is the only sect in the Holy Capital that focuses on puppets. Those who survive such a massacre must be top-notch geniuses, the kind with great fortune, and their puppet-making skills are definitely not bad!
The Black-Winged Golden Lion excitedly carried Jun Wushuang as they flew around the sky above the Heavenly Puppet Sect, searching for any lucky survivors.
Jun Wushuang couldn't help but complain, "With the Nine Revolutions Supreme personally taking action, how could anyone possibly survive? You should read less fictional novels; they're all made up."
The Ink-Winged Golden Lion ignored Jun Wushuang, but suddenly shrank in size, leaving Jun Wushuang behind.
Jun Wushuang: "..."
Just as he was feeling down, he suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder.
In an instant, alarm bells rang in Jun Wushuang's mind, and he flashed to appear hundreds of meters away.
Junlin was taken aback. Goodness, he had only patted him lightly on the shoulder, why was he so excited?
Jun Wushuang, who was hundreds of meters away, breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that it was Jun Lin who had patted his shoulder.
He thought some unknown outlaw was coming to kill him.
Although he is the young master of the righteous lineage of the Jun family, he is still only a half-step Supreme Realm cultivator in the end.
If we happen to encounter a blind Supreme Being and kill him, we'll suffer a huge loss.
"Brother Jun, what are you doing here?" Jun Wushuang looked at Jun Lin and thought to himself, "So the Ink-Winged Golden Lion really did smell Jun Lin's scent just now."
Junlin smiled and replied, "I share the same idea as that lion: wait for the survivors of the Heavenly Puppet Sect to come out."
"..."
Jun Wushuang was speechless for a moment. Why did Jun Lin and Mo Yi Jinshi both have this idea?
Should he really start reading some traditional Chinese novels?
At this moment, the black-winged golden lion, sensing Junlin's presence, tore through space and arrived in front of the three.
He said enthusiastically, "Wu! Good brother, I knew something was off. I could sense your presence but couldn't see you anywhere. Your concealment skills are amazing!"
He was, after all, a fifth-level Supreme Realm demon beast, yet he couldn't even see through Junlin's concealment techniques, who was at the second-level Supreme Realm.
This can only mean one thing: King's Landing is incredibly resourceful!
Jun Lin smirked, “Of course, even a sixth-level Supreme wouldn’t be able to see through my methods without careful observation!”
The Golden Lion with Ink Wings nodded approvingly and praised, "Impressive! I mean, you're much better than that piece of trash Jun Wushuang. Oh, no, sorry, comparing you to Jun Wushuang is a bit of an insult."
Jun Wushuang's lips twitched slightly. "Don't force me to curse you."
The Ink-Winged Golden Lion chuckled and glanced sideways at Jun Wushuang, "You can't out-argue me, can you?"
Jun Wushuang covered his face with one hand. To be honest, he felt extremely stifled by the equal contract he had signed with the Ink Wing Golden Lion.
He would sign it again if given another chance.
The Ink-Winged Golden Lion instantly grew larger, pushing Jun Wushuang aside.
Then he raised his paw, took out several portraits and said, "Good brother, look, I've collected quite a few good things recently. Please appraise them for me."
"Oh? Let me see."
Jun Lin raised an eyebrow. At this moment, the chosen one of the Heavenly Puppet Sect had not yet made a move, so he was still relatively free.
So, Mo Yi Jin Shi and Jun Wushuang also came to the back of Jin Shi, and Mo Yi Jin Shi slowly laid out the portrait.
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