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A gust of wind arose, accompanied by a low chanting of the Buddha's name, the corners of Xu Lin's mouth turned up, and what suddenly appeared in front of him was a virtual image of a black Buddha.

In the misty blood, this black color is particularly dazzling, and the face of the painting monk is faintly visible, in this huge virtual image, and the figure of Naha Tuo is very completely shrouded in it.

Turning around and dancing boxing, it was a blow after breaking the shackles of the soul mirror, and then looking at Na Hatuoye's whole body, the fiery red color, all over the entire body, not to mention, the bursting green tendons, also exploded at this moment, scorching blood, so that Xu Lin finally experienced the long-lost familiarity.

The qi of the whole body was released in this punch, as if he was waving his fist for the last time in Na Hatuoye's life, so Xu Lin gave him a result.

Raising his hand, Xu Lin's face became more and more hideous, but there was a smile, it was someone else's life, and it was a feeling of being in control. The temperature and color of the blood seem to be just a finger of oneself to make this fresh life disappear, but in fact it is true.

The black Buddha of the painting monk was impacted by a violent wind, and for a while, the virtual image even began to show signs of shattering, but when the chanting of the Buddha language was slow and low and not interrupted by this punch, in the impact of the gangfeng, the black virtual image of the Buddha began to solidify.

Then immediately after, Na Hatuoye's arm hung down stiffly, and what appeared was a faint smile on Xu Lin's face, as well as a luster on his fingertips, the Blood God Robbery Finger!

Darkness, Nahatoya's eyes gradually began to fill with this only color. In the depths of his eyes, a layer of fog seemed to be covered, and the luster in his eyes began to be obscured.

This is a process of slow dissipation, and Xu Lin can see clearly that after life is about to pass, the last glimmer of light. It's as gorgeous as fireworks.

But this beauty disappeared quickly, Xu Lin was still unsatisfied, and began to be a little unhappy, he hated this kind of life-threatening time flies, this fleeting feeling, very bad.

But at the same time, as Nahato's consciousness began to slowly lose, a cold feeling spread all over his body, so he opened his eyes angrily. This is a knee-jerk reaction, which can also be said to be a return to the light, Nahatuo also understands, and Xu Lin also knows.

So what Hatuo also saw was Xu Lin's face close at hand, and his slender fingers were crossing his solid chest, this abnormal coldness. That's where it comes from.

I want to swing my fist, I want to cut open the opponent's skull with one punch. But the sense of powerlessness made Nahato also angry and crazy, and what surprised him even more was that he didn't die immediately, but the reason was from the Black Buddha behind him.

A steady stream of black qi began to enter his body, but the body that no longer felt made Nahatuo a little dazed. I could only watch Xu Lin's fingers run across his abdomen, and then it was red, bright blood red.

Xu Lin was happy, as his "confidant". It turned out that the painting monk understood himself so well, after such a long time of fighting, Xu Lin needed pleasure, especially after feeling the human heart, Xu Lin was a little sudden, it turned out that all the power of a life came from that thick piece of meat.

In order to satisfy his own curiosity, the painting monk did something against the sky, using yin qi to burn the body, replenish yang and shengyin, which is the so-called transformation, so that a person who was originally extremely yang qi began to return his soul with the help of yin qi, although this practice can not let a person stay in the yang world for a long time, but in a short period of time, it is still possible.

And this is enough for Xu Lin now, so he looked at Nahatuo's face a little crazy, in the latter's blank eyes, Xu Lin was excited, it turned out that even people with extremely strong willpower have times of depression and collapse, but at this time, Nahatuo has not collapsed, so Xu Lin needs the last trace of surprise, in his despair, to enjoy the feast of the last life.

The blood line began to twist, and in Nahato's excited breathing, cracks appeared in his skin, and red blood stains seeped out from both sides of the blood line.

Xu Lin smiled, and Na Hatuo finally realized that something was about to be born in his body, and the scene of that clansman being dug out of his heart by the demon in front of him was still in front of him, and when he seemed to be about to experience this humiliation, the anger in Na Hatuo's eyes had begun to burn, and he tried to look up to the sky and roar, but he was stunned to see that he couldn't do anything now.

But Xu Lin can!

His hands were white, his skin was fair, and his fingers were very slender, and they touched Nahatoye's skin with dexterity, and then with a little force, they entered his body.

When the muscles were squeezed, there was a feeling of heat, which was the temperature of the symbol of life, Xu Lin was very happy, and the corners of his mouth kept grinning, until he touched the thing he wanted to touch, he put himself close to Naha Tuoye's face, and then said softly: "The end of a hero is always so sad!"

The palm of his hand was strong, and before Na Hatuo could react, Xu Lin's hand had already detached from his body, and what was reflected in his pupils at this time was a piece of red and bright flesh, a large piece.

After the pupils dilate and dissipate the light, it is eternally black and cold, and the consciousness stays forever in the last moment of life, humiliation and resentment, as well as helplessness and loneliness, always accompanied by this soul, and now it is held in the hands of the painting monk who has solidified the body.

The color of the soul is green, like a ball of firefly light, which reflects the hands of the painting monk into green, and the painting monk is very satisfied with this light and says: "A good fierce spirit, how about the little monk?"

Xu Lin smiled and nodded, his right hand was on Na Ha Tuoye's body, and with a slight click, his body suddenly fell from mid-air like a stone, but before he could touch the ground, it suddenly exploded again, and countless reds filled the blood mist, and after a short time, it was already submerged in it, without a trace.

But the heart in Xu Lin's left hand was still beating.

Xu Lin curiously approached it in front of his eyes, and a trace of vitality flowed from the palm of his hand to the center of his heart, and then closed his eyes to feel at the same time, Xu Lin's brows were suddenly wrinkled, and then after a light "huh", the heart had stopped beating, like a piece of dead meat, soft and crumbling in Xu Lin's hand.

Despite this, in the short time of Fang Cai, Xu Lin seemed to sense something, even when the painting monk disappeared into the soul mirror with that soul, Xu Lin didn't bother to take care of it, and kept replaying Fang Cai's feeling in his mind, and at that moment, it seemed to touch something.

But the voice of the painting monk still sounded in Xu Lin's mind, and then when he woke up, Xu Lin frowned, and realized that it was indeed a bit inappropriate to think about these now, and then sighed, Xu Lin scolded in a low voice.

When Huo Ran, the sword breath and clear technique, carefully sensed the changes in the blood mist, and couldn't help but say "hey".

Because I don't know when it started, the blood mist turned into a blood mist has expanded a lot, and most of the warrior cavalry who have not yet broken away from the blood mist have been corroded by the corrosiveness of blood breath, and only half a life is left, and even those dead souls have also made Xu Lin a little surprised, and they have actually become a part of this blood mist, and finally those who escaped, Xu Lin can still sense the warmth and flow of blood on their bodies, that is, they still can't live.

Isn't that a good result?

Xu Lin's smile swayed at the corner of his mouth, and then his hands stretched out, the blood light between his ten fingers condensed, and countless blood lines were separated, shooting straight out of the blood mist, implicating those Xu Lin wanted to kill, and finally he clenched his hands, and what could be sounded in his ears was that the disappearance of the last miserable howl made Xu Lin taste a refreshing feeling of pleasure all his body.

It turns out that killing people can also be killed like this!(To be continued!)