In the dirty and messy corridor, Xu Lin walked alone, but his face showed a gloomy color.

The smell of blood was breathing, and there was a rancid smell, a crimson color everywhere, either on the surrounding walls or on the stone pavement beneath his feet.

There is no disgust, on the contrary, in such an environment, Xu Lin actually feels a kind of freedom, is it really like what the demon lord said, only after facing the real death, can he understand the feeling of being alive?

Of course not! Because I like it, I like the smell of fishy smell in the air, and I like my hideous face that is not seen through by others in the dark, so here, Xu Lin is actually very comfortable.

Fish can't do without water, birds are nostalgic for the sky, but Xu Lin prefers the thrill of fighting to the death.

Demon Lord, Xu Lin hated and deeply disgusted.

Because whenever Xu Lin faced him, he always felt that his qiē was unconcealed, which made Xu Lin actually feel a sense of shyness, which was disgusting to say, but it was this feeling that made Xu Lin angry.

The gray cyclone between his eyebrows was still slowly rotating, and Xu Lin could clearly feel that his Dao power and vitality were being eaten away little by little, and the gray cyclone actually showed signs of increasing.

You think you're feeding pigs?

Xu Lin spit out a mouthful of purulent phlegm at the corner of the wall, and a ruthless color flashed in his gloomy eyes.

When "Blood God Son" was quietly launched, Xu Lin suddenly felt that the two blood spirits beside him were extremely excited, staring at Xu Lin with burning eyes, this is a kind of communication, and it is also a feeling of blood and body.

Hehe, with a smile on his face, Xu Lin waved his hand, and the figure of a blood spirit was like a red lightning, and in the blink of an eye, when he disappeared, Xu Lin looked at the dark Yongdao in front of him and said to himself: "Keep an eye on the situation ahead." ”

At the same time, Xu Lin's eyes suddenly turned red, and everywhere he looked, he could figure out with the sight of the blood spirit who was cruising forward, and the sword heart comprehension technique that was launched with it was strengthened, and the blood heart was not moved, this discovery made Xu Lin feel ecstatic in his heart.

One reason, Bai Liming, does that mean that if you use the blood spirit, all your exercises will be blessed?

At the same time as a sneer sparkled at the corner of his mouth, Xu Lin urged the breath of "Blood God Son" and frantically surged towards the gray vortex between his eyebrows.

It was another blood spirit guarding Xu Lin's side, and after feeling the strong blood breath around Xu Lin's body, his body first stagnated, and at the same time, it suddenly turned into a crimson streamer, which caught Xu Lin off guard, this streamer actually shot straight into Xu Lin's eyebrows, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xu Lin, who immediately felt an abnormal tingling sensation, bit down tightly, and didn't even make any other movements, just stood in place and closed his eyes, carefully feeling every nerve involved in this pain, this feeling was very exciting, it can also be called the pleasure of pain, so that Xu Lin's forehead was covered with sweat, but Xu Lin still insisted.

However, in a trance, Xu Lin opened his eyes again, and a complex and resentful light flashed in his bloodshot eyes.

Because he saw a few people, a few familiar people!

The clothes of the Kunlun sect, the angular man on the handsome face, a figure that Xu Lin is all too familiar with. And beside him, dressed in a goose-yellow Luo skirt, he stretched out his hand and brushed the long hair in front of him slightly, and the subtle movements were so impressive.

Touching his lips, Xu Lin suddenly felt a little nostalgic, but what he was thinking about was more about how to press it under him, looking at her coquettish and moaning expression.

It must be very comfortable!

A chess piece that had already been laid out, a chess piece that was extremely important to Xu Lin in the Kunlun Sect, how could he be abandoned so casually?

Chen Wanru, Chen Wanru, that's my thing, mine!

Although the gray vortex between his eyebrows was still rotating, although a trace of red marks had been dyed around the whirlpool, although one of his own blood spirits was suddenly sucked into it somehow, and at this time, Xu Lin's expression became hideous again in the dark, and his eyes were full of cruelty.

The blood spirit that was still wandering in front was called back to Xu Lin's side, and what was surprising was that this blood spirit did not have the strange behavior before, and he didn't see Xu Lin, who was already covered with blood, but obediently snuggled up to Xu Lin's approach.

A powerful breath suddenly came from his brain, which made Xu Lin tremble uncontrollably, because of the pain, but also because of the strength!

The gray cyclone was still rotating, but in this short period of time, it turned red and gray mixed in it, and the color was a little weird At the same time, perhaps because it was difficult to digest the blood spirit that broke into the whirlpool for a while, it was actually separated into Xu Lin's body.

Is this feeding yourself?

Or do you think of yourself as a granary for storing grain?

After careful sensing, Xu Lin suddenly smiled, because he seemed to notice a hint of abnormality.

It was a feeling of connection, as if a bamboo tube had finally run through, although there was still a sense of blockage, but a gap had been opened, as long as it was connected, Xu Lin would have a chance, as long as there was such a feeling, Xu Lin could grasp it, and let it be completely assimilated by the "Blood God Son".

Looking at the pitch-black corridor in front of him, Xu Lin's figure was like a gust of wind in the dark, and it was like this, along with the blood spirit.

Although the entrance to the cave in the Langya Secret Realm is randomly teleported, there are also those that are teleported together, such as Ming Kang and Chen Wanru, as well as Ming Zhi behind him.

Although there have been occasional fights with others in the past few days, with Mingkang and Mingzhi's Huandan's cultivation, ordinary casual cultivators or lone monks still dare not provoke.

Even now, it is still like this, and it has reached a state where either you die or I live, and the team of these three people can still walk sideways in this underground corridor that extends in all directions.

But after a long time, the problem came out, an hour, the killing time of this hour in the mouth of the demon lord, like a life talisman, urging and reminding them all the time, and no one was killed.

Chen Wanru rarely spoke along the way, not even a smile, and Mingkang's face was not very good-looking, not only because Chen Wanru was very polite to him, but also because of the situation in front of him, which really made people a little unable to laugh.

Glancing at Ming Zhi behind him, this junior disciple is a disciple of Cuiwei Peak, and he is the best at refining weapons and imperial weapons, and the means are endless, not to mention, do you want to go to the key mouth yourself and kill each other with the same door?

But what else can you do when you have to do it?

Ming Kang's face became more and more gloomy, at this time, the only thing he hoped for was that a casual cultivator would appear immediately, preferably not a disciple of the sect, in that case, there would be less trouble, and it would be better to kill.

Maybe Mingkang's expectations were heard by God, this God, who never asked about the joys and sorrows of the world, finally woke up from his sleep, and just heard Mingkang's expectation, and then actually agreed.

Xu Lin was suspended at the top of the corridor, like a layer of mist attached to the stone wall, and looked at a monk with a furrowed brow, like a big mouse, and looked at the slow walk that looked a little uncertain.

Until his figure disappeared into the darkness, there was a hint of interest in Xu Lin's eyes.

met on a narrow road, and unexpected things were already destined to a result.

Ming Kang, Chen Wanru and Ming Zhi stopped walking, and the unknown monk also stopped, and both sides were stunned.

Mingkang was overjoyed, and although his face was still tense, his sword was already in his hand.

This unknown monk, with a stiff expression, wanted to smile kindly, but no matter how you look at it, this smile is ugly.

Looking at his clothes, there is no sect and no door, so Mingkang made a move, this sword is sharp and unexpected.

The monk exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly showed his magic weapon, but it was a crescent shovel, which was horizontally to his chest, and it was very accurate to block Mingkang's sword At the same time, the monk shouted: "Be merciful to your subordinates!"

"Be merciful, don't leave a name, give you a good time!" When Ming Kang's sword breath changed again, it was ethereal and silent, and after a sprint of the sword momentum, no breath was released, as if Ming Kang was just putting on a cool shape, but Xu Lin, who was hiding not far away, was extremely clear about the power of this sword.

The sword breath like countless thin needles suddenly appeared in front of the monk without any warning.

With an exclamation, the crescent shovel on the monk's chest suddenly spun around, drawing a ring of fire on his chest, intercepting all of Ming Kang's sword breath, and when the sword breath like countless fine needles crackled with the flames, Ming Kang shouted at the two people beside him: "If you don't kill at this time, when will you stay?"

Chen Wanru didn't move, and neither did Mingzhi, the faces of these two were not very good-looking, because Mingkang's style of doing things was completely inconsistent with Kunlun's rules!

Hehe smiled, Xu Lin hid in the dark and saw this scene completely, when facing the White Snake Tribulation, Chen Wanru would rather die with her fellow disciples than escape alone, now in this situation, the rules of Kunlun have been engraved into her bones, how can she come forward to help?

The monk who was fighting with Ming Kang had already discovered this, and he suddenly shouted: "Kunlun Leader Daomen, how can there be a bastard disciple like you, two Daoists, it's too late to stop him now." ”

Chen Wanru, as before, stood there motionless like a stone carving, not even having an expression. The monk scolded in his heart, pinned his hopes on Ming Zhi, and saw that his face was moved, and at the same time, he shouted with joy: "If you don't make a move, you will fall into the wisdom of the word Kunlun!"

Ming is moved.

Lu Jiaorong was still standing there, but Xu Lin also moved while smiling gloomily.

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