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"I don't want to know!" Xu Lin's answer was very simple, and even the painting monk's expression was stunned.

Flipping the soul mirror in his hand, when Xu Lin fell his gaze on the face of the painting monk, he smiled: "He has his past, I have my present, and there will be no intersection between different eras!"

After saying this, before the painting monk came back to his senses, a golden phosgene suddenly appeared in the soul mirror, which was adsorbed on the surface of the painting monk's body.

The painting monk who wanted to separate his soul again, but suddenly Xu Lin's finger was already pointing at him, and above that fingertip, there was a sharp sword edge, just like before.

"There is one of the biggest secrets of the Blood Demon, only the little monk knows in the world today!" the painting monk shouted eagerly, because he felt that if he didn't do something, maybe in the next moment, his consciousness would really be completely cut off by Xu Lin, if that was the case, it would be all over in one breath!

Sneered, looked back, kneaded the fingers in the soul mirror, but there was a trace of warmth in the coldness.

Take it!

This is the feeling of strength, the hearty feeling that has not been seen for a long time!

If it weren't for today, maybe I would have forgotten this kind of taste of fish and meat, so when the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, the soul mirror in Xu Lin's hand suddenly appeared an abnormal suction, which was an undoubted force, no matter what kind of struggle the painting monk struggled, the ending was the same.

In mid-air, Xu Lin stood alone, there was a wind coming, clothes, silk, spread with the wind, as for his feet, the so-called reincarnation black hole. But it's just a pretense, and it can't be compared with what the Yuantong monk has shown. And, without the blessing of the owner, it is like a kite with a broken string, and it is useless.

Devour it to your heart's content!

Xu Lin felt it, looking at the hazy sky, the sudden light shining out, Xu Lin's heart was full of cheers of blood swords.

Endless living souls, for the sea of blood that had suffered heavy damage from the Heavenly Tribulation before. It is indeed a great supplement.

On the other hand, what about Xu Lin?

The face is full of happiness and satisfaction.

"Take charge of other people's lives!" Xu Lin nodded, this is also the benefit of strength!

Looking back, the soul mirror in his hand was still golden, and it was not until Xu Lin's mind moved that it slowly disappeared, and gradually, a familiar face appeared.

Draw a monk!

An almost genius-like figure in the mouth of the Yuantong monk. Is it really a genius?" Xu Lin sneered, then stared at his face with fear and said, "It seems that the predecessor's soul splitting method is not omnipotent, I thought that at the last moment, you would really leave the soul again?"

"I truly know the secrets of the Bloodseeker. ”

The answer was not what he asked, but it was what Xu Lin was most willing to hear now, so he smiled and nodded, "I believe in you!"

Such a good-natured smile. did not relieve the nervousness of the painting monk, but added more creepy, because from Wang Tianyu's memory, the more Xu Lin was like this, the killing machine was the most prosperous.

"A heavenly punishment thunderstorm. But it didn't end like I imagined it to end this way. It's really unexpected. ”

Xu Lin's muttering made the painting monk frightened and a little incomprehensible at the same time.

Looking at the painting monk, Xu Lin's kind smile was still warm, just like he had shown to his fellow disciples in the past, so that people could not see the slightest malice.

"I originally hid a blood bead in case the realm was raised, and then I would cross this step of the void tribulation, but this calamity seems to be much crazier than I imagined, if there is no predecessor's action, I really don't know what to do. ”

Hehe, the painting monk smiled awkwardly, and the corners of his mouth were more like twitching than from the joy of his heart.

Xu Lin understands this feeling, in order to survive, he has to curry favor with the person who controls his life, isn't this exactly what Xu Lin has been doing?

"Those fellow disciples of Kunlun!" Xu Lin's smiling face disappeared, but it was replaced by a cold, especially when he thought of Xuande Ancestor, this chill was even worse!

I don't understand why Xu Lin suddenly changed so much, the painting monk didn't dare to speak out, because he really couldn't see through the young man in front of him, even if he already had Wang Tianyu's memory, now he understood why Wang Tianyu, who was obviously higher than Xu Lin, always had a fear of Xu Lin in his heart.

He's a madman!

This is the conclusion in the heart of the painting monk, and it is a big hat that Wang Tianyu brought for Xu Lin.

"If Senior Sister Mingru is standing opposite me, if one day, I ......" Xu Lin hesitantly looked at his outstretched hand, and then when it was slowly closed, the corners of Xu Lin's eyes twitched, and when the roots of his teeth were clenched, he laughed hey.

After a while, Xu Lin was still standing in mid-air, holding a bronze ancient mirror in his hand, which was scattered with golden light, and then when there was a throbbing, Xu Lin raised his lowered eyes slightly, looked at the still undulating lake waves under his feet, looked at the blood-colored vortex that gradually dissipated, and then raised his eyebrows, and there was a blood-red and transparent sword weapon in his hand.

With a shake of the blood sword in his hand, a cold cold wind blew up, and the cold yin qi from the Nine Shadows echoed around, Xu Lin secretly praised in his heart: "Good sword!"

The sword body roared softly, as if it was responding to Xu Lin's approval, but in the body's induction, there was a strange power in the endless sea of blood in the sword body.

Xu Lin was familiar with what kind of power it was.

There is a sense of decay in the temptation, even longing, expectation, that is the will to survive, and it is this kind of power that wants to dominate Xu Lin's will at all times, which is only exposed today, and Xu Lin luckily avoided it.

But it is still hidden in the sea of blood, like a cancer, maybe one day when Xu Lin's will is weak, it will completely devour Xu Lin.

I can't take it!

Xu Lin pursed his lips a little helplessly, so he looked at the soul mirror in his other hand: "The remnant soul of the blood demon." ”

I haven't paid attention to myself for a long time, and the sudden question at this time made the painting monk immediately stunned.

"Isn't it?"

Xu Lin's voice was soft, but it revealed an unquestionable tone.

"Sort of!" The painting monk's answer was a little helpless, but in Xu Lin's ears, he was not so satisfied, because Xu Lin very much hoped that the painting monk's answer would be "No!"

With a movement of his hand, the blood sword waved, and a cold cold wind blew up, blowing up the yin qi that was still free on the lake, but Xu Lin frowned.

To his surprise, after being swept away, this yin qi was born naturally, and it actually came from the lake itself, and the reeds in the distance were originally emerald green in color, but when they looked at it again, it had become a withered yellow color.

"The black hole of reincarnation has been opened, even if it has been shattered, but it has indeed been opened, although it has been swallowed up by your blood sword most of the turbid power, but the space barrier that shields the nine shadows and the present world, there is a crack, unless there is a virtuous monk to seal here, or this place will be like this in the future, sooner or later it will become the second place of the northern ghost domain.

"What does it have to do with me?" Xu Lin put away his sword disapprovingly, and then when he showed his figure, he didn't even float away with his head, but the painting monk laughed miserably: "It's the same." ”

"But your sword magic weapon, it can be seen that it is already tied to your natal magic weapon, that is, your natal magic weapon, but there is danger hidden in it, don't you want to think of a solution?"

"Will you teach me?" During the flight, Xu Lin squinted at the painted monk in the soul mirror.

"Then will you kill me?" was the rhetorical question of the painting monk.

But what he waited for was only Xu Lin's silence, even so, the painting monk was smart and didn't ask anything more, but waited quietly.

"The first generation of blood demons has a lot to do with you, right?" Xu Lin's question caught the painting monk a little off guard, but he was not surprised, although he didn't get along with Xu Lin for a long time, he was a little used to Xu Lin's whimsical ideas.

"What do you say?" The painting monk's rhetorical question was exactly the answer Xu Lin wanted, and after a period of silence, Xu Lin said to the painting monk in the soul mirror: "Then let's talk about it!"