Chapter 361 Tattoos, Dawei Tianlong! "Magic..!" Look at the devilish energy on Jia Luo. Lin Yun couldn't help frowning slightly. Jia Luo snorted coldly, waved his hand, and the devilish energy on his body surged out, turned into a black mist, and enveloped Lin Yun. The black mist covered the sky and covered Lin Yun's body in an instant. The black mist spread, enveloping Lin Yun in an instant. Lin Yun's limbs and head began to slowly turn black. This black mist is extremely overbearing. The black mist surrounding Lin Yun's body became more and more dense, completely covering Lin Yun in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, Lin Yun felt that his body was slowly softening and becoming extremely numb, as if he had fallen into a quagmire. "This black mist is so horribly corrosive! This Jia Luo's strength is really formidable. If I want to break through the black mist easily, I'm afraid it's impossible!" Lin Yun frowned. "The power of this black mist seems to be much stronger than I imagined!" Lin 28yun thought to himself, but his eyes were fixed on Jia Luo. The black cloud quickly spread to Lin Yun. In the blink of an eye, Lin Yun's clothes were completely corroded by the black mist, turning into a pitch-black stain. Lin Yun's skin became shriveled inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Little bastard, this time, you are dead!" Seeing Lin Yun being completely corroded by the black cloud, Jia Luo suddenly laughed wildly. Lin Yun was not in a hurry, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. next moment! The Dawei Tianlong tattoo on Lin Yun's back burst into a ray of golden light, and the golden light shot up into the sky, dispelling the black mist covering his body. The black mist was swept away by the golden light, and it dissipated in an instant. "How is it possible?! My dark cloud has an excellent restraint effect on the monks of this world. Why, you have no response? Aren't you afraid that the dark flames in my body will burn out?" Seeing that his dark flames were expelled by the golden light, Jia Luo was shocked, his eyes widened, and he looked at Lin Yun in disbelief. "Your dark cloud is indeed very strange, indeed very powerful, but your mistake is that you underestimated the strength of my son!" Lin Yun sneered. "What? You are not afraid of the dark magic flame in my body?"

Jia Luo was astonished, and looked at Lin Yun with disbelief. "Hmph! It's nothing more than a cloud of black mist, so how can I lose my master's talent for tattooing?" Lin Yun snorted coldly and said disdainfully. Jia Luo's face changed drastically, and he looked at Lin Yun in surprise. "Impossible, this black cloud was made by me with dark magic flames, how could it not be able to do anything to you?" "Hmph! If I say it's impossible, then it's absolutely impossible. Let me tell you, there's nothing in this world that I can't do!" Hearing Lin Yun's words, Jia Luo's face turned livid, and he gritted his teeth in resignation. "Lin Yun, since you're stubborn, I'll let you know what life is better than death!" Jia Luo gritted his teeth and roared, and the magic flame rose from his body. Groups of black magic flames burst out from Jia Luo's body, swallowing all the black clouds in an instant. Immediately afterwards, a black dagger appeared on Jia Luo's hands. This dagger is covered with circle after circle of black lines, and one can tell that this specific gravity is an extremely powerful instrument. "Little bastard, you can die for this old man!" Jia Luo shouted loudly, holding the dagger in both hands and stabbing downward fiercely. A huge black magic flame burst out from Jia Luo's hands and rushed towards Lin Yun. Lin Yun frowned slightly, and retreated sharply. There was a bang. Lin Yun dodged in time, but was still hit by the black magic flame shot by Jia Luo, and was sent flying by the black magic flame. "Haha, Lin Yun, you are dead this time!" Seeing that he succeeded in one blow, Jia Luo was overjoyed, and laughed ferociously. Lin Yun stabilized his figure, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Jia Luo with cold eyes. Jia Luo's strength is indeed very strong, even Lin Yun dare not underestimate him. But Lin Yun is not afraid of Jia Luo, Lin Yun bears the tattoo of the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin, and is invincible in the world. In terms of defensive power, he thinks that in the same level, there are absolutely few people who can match his 920. "Little bastard, today you will definitely die!" Jia Luo sneered arrogantly, with a smug expression on his face. A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Lin Yun's mouth. Immediately, a long sword popped out of his ear and stuck it on the ground.

The long sword was unsheathed, and sharp sword energy burst out. Lin Yun pinched the Yin Jue repeatedly with both hands. The Kowloon Coffin Tattoo Appears! moment! Nine phantoms of heavenly dragons shot out from the coffin of Nine Dragons, suspended in mid-air, and roared to the sky! "Ho ho ho!" The nine heavenly dragons bared their teeth and danced their claws one by one, and the dragons chanted bursts. These nine heavenly dragons are all formed by condensing sword energy. "Little bastard, your strength is still so weak!" Seeing this, Jia Luo's face was full of contempt. He believes that the reason why Lin Yun still has fighting power is due to the power of Nine Dragons pulling the coffin, which is not really fighting power at all. "Really?" Lin Yun smiled lightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a playful arc!.