In the empty hall, the glazed tiles are all over the place, and the glittering luster reveals a kind of desolation abandoned by the years.

The ten statues were wrapped in mottled gold leaf, but they had long since dimmed in the gray and dreary time.

The lifelike trance is in this moment, the solemnity and solemnity in the demeanor, and who will show it in this life?

Xu Lin carefully looked at the face of that honorable person, but then he thought of the white bones in the secret room of Yongdao, and him, people, and this world, but how many people still cared about the dignity of the past.

Ten scattered alliances, ten palaces, the past clouds!

There are still stains of blood on the ground, and there is a faint smell of fishy smell in the black, and the sound of Suo Suo echoes in his ears from time to time.

In the previous life, there was a sound of glory and wealth, and among the cultivators who were high up, a few of them thought about today's desolation, and those bodies that no one once dared to touch have become the abode of snakes, insects, rats and ants.

A qiē is all vain!

Somehow, Xu Lin remembered the Yuantong monk who had died in his hands, maybe there was a round face that made people laugh on that round body, but what he said may really have some truth.

Sighing with emotion, Xu Lin's gaze fell on the last of the two rows of statues, it was a middle-aged man with a better face, his appearance was like a scholar, with a faint bookish atmosphere in his warmth, but he was wearing a somewhat disproportionate loose robe, embroidered with snakes as hideous as evil ghosts, looking at the surrounding expressions, which made people inevitably feel a little daunted.

"Golden Serpent Realm Lord?" Xu Lin read this title in his heart, and couldn't help but look at it twice, muttering a voice that only he could hear, but he was muttering, hoping that the other party could bless him, which not only attracted the turn of Qingxuan Zhenren.

Xu Lin smirked, making him turn around a little confused, and Xu Lin, whose eyes turned cold, looked at the figure in front of him, stared at it for a long time, and did not make any light noise, just followed silently all the way.

Gradually, I finally saw the cultivator, and when I got closer to the main hall of the Ten Venerable Palaces, I could already see a flashing figure occasionally, and when I saw Kunlun and his party, my complexion changed greatly, and at the same time, I avoided it one after another.

An era has a symbol of an era, for the cultivation world, there was a sword pavilion and ten thousand Buddha sects such as the head of the sect, and now Kunlun, is the sword washing pavilion and the ten thousand Buddha sect of the past, it is the head and king of this era, and the bearing of its people has an innate pride and the momentum of looking down on the world.

Being able to deeply feel that kind of daunting gaze, Xu Lin enjoys this feeling of being on top, even if he is already a black bird who can't see the light, even if this is the glory and dignity he once yearned for, but in these ten halls, behind those strong men in Kunlun, at this moment, he can still enjoy this kind of fear and awe in the eyes of others.

It wasn't until the light flashed out like a cave that Xu Lin and his party finally came to the end of the Ten Statues Hall in the slightly dim corridor, which was a majestic hall, a place filled with fierce aura, full of familiar faces.

Five-colored scattered people, Guangling Zhenren, Xu Guangyi of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, Lin Zunru of the Huayan Sect, Tuoba Bear Monk Zhili of the Demon Sect, and an old woman with a withered face but a pleasant fragrance around her body, as well as some cultivators of all sizes and sizes, were actually gathered here at this time, but they were a person in the center of the hall with a tiger's eye.

Xu Lin's pupils shrank, his complexion turned as white as paper in an instant, and his body trembled a little, just in these countless faces, Xu Lin's eyes were just staring at a person's face, and the tall figure that stood out from the crowd did not change!

He used to be, and now he is the same red robe, the same evil light in his eyes, the same treacherous complexion, the same unstoppable, that is the bearing of a blood demon, evil as a ghost, domineering.

Kunlun's group stood in the position where the crowd was separated, and Xu Lin stood at the back of the line, with a gloomy face, trying to hide himself in the shadows, staring at the familiar figure that had been.

Xu Lin wanted to reach out and reach out but couldn't get him, at this moment in front of his eyes, the distance he thought was the end of the world, and the world could be so small.

Blood Demon I, only bring destruction and death, although everyone shouts and beats, but it is never a rat crossing the street, in turn it is a fierce and fierce beast, choosing people to devour, killing people like hemp stepping on the corpse of a place, and at this moment, the bloodstained Taoist is stepping on a dying cultivator, in front of everyone's eyes, how unscrupulous the yin smile is.

Xu Lin was silent, this was the pride he should have, the pride of being a blood demon, even if this pride was spurned by the world, he was still qualified to be high, because he was the blood demon, the only one in the world!

With the force of his toes, a flush has risen on the face of the blood-stained Daoist, which is Xu Lin's incomparably familiar breath and smile, just before, in the indifference that made Xu Lin desperate countless times, with a click, the blood-stained Daoist stepped on the sternum of the cultivator, and then when the blood sprayed out, a pair of mung beans ghostly and fierce light, looking around at the cultivators, not afraid at all.

"How daring!" Xu Guangyi shouted, but did not take a step forward, but glared at the red cheeks of the bloodstained Taoist, and said loudly: "Today, here is your burial place!"

After this slogan was shouted, both the righteous and the demon looked at the bloodstained Taoist in the center at the same time, but saw that his face remained unchanged, and he looked at everyone with a mocking face, and he didn't speak, just yin and yin.

Xu Guangyi looked at Kunlun's side, his eyes fell on Qingxuan Zhenren's face, the two glanced at each other, and Xu Guangyi said loudly: "You don't think that standing here, you can occupy the furnace, right?"

Xu Lin didn't know what the furnace was, but looking at the bloodstained Daoist, he didn't have the slightest intention of getting out of the way or fleeing, until the ground was already full of the cultivator's blood, but when he saw a red light lit up, the ground was suddenly lit up, and bursts of red light had already illuminated the surroundings like a sea of blood.

"There will always be people who will die, there will always be people who will be sacrificed to this furnace, and this is how it was designed in the first place, if you don't kill him, someone will be killed, and I just did it for you. ”

Xu Guangyi frowned, Qingxuan Zhenren looked at the blood-stained Taoist in front of him with a normal face, and the latter smiled and said: "The immortal mansion is coming, how many people know the secrets?"

"Shut up!" Xu Guangyi seemed to think of something, and while his complexion changed slightly, he listened to the bloodstained Taoist continue: "There is a furnace underground, and it takes blood rain to open the furnace, you know, he knows, but you casual cultivators don't know." ”

The voice of the Bloodstained Daoist was flat and indifferent, and under the tone full of banter, the scattered cultivators looked at each other one by one, while the disciples of those major sects looked at the Bloodstained Daoist with a pale face.

"You mean, the light of this temple comes from this underground?" The five-colored scattered man glanced at Xu Guangyi, whose face was ugly, but asked at the bloodstained Taoist.

didn't pay attention to the five-colored scattered people, but looked at the bursts of blood light around him, the corners of the blood-stained Taoist grinned, and the depths of his eyes also burst out with a touch of different color, and sighed: "It's really a good situation, the blood light is open, the furnace is now, the original mixed world master, at the last moment, he put himself and the magic weapon together into this furnace, just for this moment, there is a little momentum to open the sky." ”

"Back then, the Lord of the Mixed World was killed by my Demon Sect and lost his armor, and finally fled to the Ten Venerable Palace, thinking that it was the last stubborn resistance to the end, but he didn't think about it, this guy was still thinking about refining weapons, and he could be regarded as a second person. ”

Shang Zhili's voice had a hint of banter in it, but for some reason, it actually eased the tense atmosphere in the hall at this time, and the cultivators didn't seem to have the intention to do it immediately, but had an irrepressible expectation on the ground that was getting clearer and clearer.

It's really like a poisonous scorpion, Shang Zhili's words are to muddy the water, and the people who see Shang Zhili's thoughts are frowning slightly, and even more are already cross-eyebrowed, but he Shang Zhili doesn't care, in such a situation, there are few people in the Demon Sect, and the more chaotic it is, the greater the chance of fishing with the water.

This is the power of treasures, and the tendency of desire.

Originally, among the cultivators who were not separated from each other, even if a current blood demon was added, no one was willing to start a war first, but they didn't want to lose the opportunity to win the treasure in the furnace.

Things have developed to this point, it is already a chaotic situation, the cultivators have their own thoughts, but no one cares about getting rid of the blood demon, and Qingxuan Zhenren also understands that in a big sect like Kunlun, for the things of the year, there are records in the classics in the door, and the key is also to know that since the water has become muddy, he has no intention of continuing to be a wicked person, especially in front of those loose cultivators.

"When the Ten Scattered Alliance was in the outer world, the demon lord killed five realm lords alone, and later under the attack of the demon sect, four of them were lost, and the last remaining mixed world lord no longer has the mind to stand in the world, he was originally a person who was obsessed with refining, and his dying choice was somewhat intriguing. ”

Qing Xuan Zhenren's words were immediately after Shang Zhili's words, and it seemed to be answering Shang Zhili's previous disdain, for this kind of self-cherishing style, it won the praise of many monks.

Xu Lin listened to this past that he had never heard of, but his eyes always stayed on the blood-stained Daoist's body, and his heart was surging with irrepressible, which may also be an opportunity. (To be continued......)