"Delusion?" Xu Lin smiled, and then while his divine sense was tightly locked on the fierce soul in front of him, the corner of his eye was on Chen Wanru's body below.

"You can't be ruthless!" The painting monk's voice had a rather playful meaning, which also made Xu Lin's expression cold.

And at the moment when Xu Lin retracted his gaze, the fierce soul in his divine consciousness disappeared again.

The subconscious figure moved, and Xu Lin's figure exploded in the air again, turning into a misty mist. But there was a light flashing out, and faintly, the two points in the mist were like ghostly fire, and there were bursts of cold light.

"Faster than speed?" In the blood mist controlled by Xu Lin's mind, a crashing sword sound came from the roar, and the body of the fierce soul that had just appeared was like a calm lake, with bursts of ripples, and there seemed to be a trace of panic in his hideous face.

Sword coming!

From the thick blood-colored smoke, it seemed to be a red light from a meteor falling to the ground, mixed with a sneering sound of breaking sound, and he slashed down without hesitation.

The ghost face was fierce and angry, Xu Lin looked at it with a sneer in his heart, and it was not until the sword was halved that Xu Lin withdrew again, and at the same time transmitted the voice to the painting monk: "It's over!"

"Can it?" The painting monk's voice was quite lazy, but Xu Lin's heart was suddenly startled, and when he instinctively changed his body shape, and when he moved to the other side again, a grimace appeared in the place where he was before, and in the miserable white, his eyes were blood-red, and his sharp teeth and sharp mouth pounced on Xu Lin again.

"How?" The sound of the painting monk laughing sounded in Xu Lin's mind, but to the surprise of the painting monk, the moment he galloped back, the blood sword in Xu Lin's hand collapsed again. The fierce soul that was moving forward at an extremely fast pace was shocked, and its body was slightly stunned in mid-air.

And the continuous explosions, from the blood sword in Xu Lin's hand, rushed one after another on the body of the fierce soul who was frozen in place.

"Since you can't cut it, then eat it alive!"

As soon as the words fell, the blood sword suddenly appeared. It had already disappeared from Xu Lin's grasp, and what appeared next was a thick blood mist surrounding the fierce spirit.

"It's just to be eaten alive!" the painter's eyes already had an excited look.

"Are you really a cultivator?" Xu Lin sneered at the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, he urged the fingers in his hand, and the sound of blood mist churned, and when a snake hiss came, Zhuge Li dodged and dodged, and flashed Mingru's sharp blow, and his eyes were full of disbelief at the sword trick Xu Lin used. And exclaimed, "Sword intent transformation?"

Mingru put away the sword and stood in the air, his hair was a little messy in front of his forehead, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at Xu Lin's side, but then he came back to his senses, and looked at Zhuge Li on the opposite side with a heavy gaze.

A black porcelain vase appeared in Zhuge Li's hand again, facing Mingru. also grinned: "Your junior brother is better than you!"

What answered Zhuge was a sword roar. Zhuge Li laughed loudly, his body paused in mid-air, but in just one breath, he was already free from the shackles of amplitude, and then rushed towards Xu Lin's sword intent blood mist without looking back, and his speed was so fast. Let Xu Lin and Mingru both look at each other.

"This guy has some way. The painting monk looked at the changes in the blood mist with great interest, and then said to Xu Lin with a deep meaning: "When it doesn't work, just run away!"

Seven strange clouds and smoke were already steaming in the air, but Mingli and Chen Wanru were blown away by a gust of wind for some reason. There was actually a layer of eerie ghost aura wrapped around his body, and when he was about to fall, Mingru had already come.

Xu Lin controlled the changes of the blood mist with all his might, especially the sword intent blood spirit that was wandering in it, at this time, he was biting half of the body of the fierce soul, and then in Xu Lin's induction, Zhuge Li suddenly appeared behind the blood spirit.

The blow that I didn't want to think about was like a whip, and it was slammed towards Zhuge Li, but it seemed to hit the black mist, and it was so hard to make it transparent.

Xu Lin was stunned, and when the blood spirit also reacted, Zhuge Li laughed cruelly and appeared next to the fierce soul again, which made Xu Lin a little dumbfounded that the two actually began to merge, and the blood spirit that was tightly biting on the body of the fierce soul was also bitten into the air.

Between the two, they turned into nothingness together, but they did not immediately escape the scope of blood mist, but at an extremely fast speed, the two echoed together, until the seven strange black clouds in mid-air rushed to this side together, Xu Lin realized that maybe what the painting monk said was right.

Xu Lin frowned, in a thought, he already had this meaning, but when facing Mingru, how to explain it?

Xu Lin bit his lip fiercely, twisted a finger in his hand, and when the blood mist wrapped around the fierce soul suddenly dissipated, a blood-red and transparent sword weapon flew back into Xu Lin's hand, but the scene in front of him made Xu Lin's face cloudy.

I saw that seven streams of turbidity had been implicated in the body of this fused demon, and this figure was still expanding, like a supernatural giant ghost standing in the air, seven strands of aura continued to pour into his body, until Chen Wanru not far away, had already fainted, and then his body flew in the direction of this supernatural giant ghost uncontrollably.

Mingli and Chen Wanru were in the same situation, but Mingru was dragging on the side, and he was unharmed for a while, and after Xu Lin said hey, his body moved again, just a flash, and he had already reached Chen Wanru's approach, and then hugged him in his arms, but he was almost pulled to it by the strange pulling force on Chen Wanru's body.

"It's really creative to merge people and ghosts and turn two into one!" The painting monk looked at the strange scene in front of him with his eyes flickering, and then reminded Xu Lin again: "Let's run away!"

"Run away!" Xu Lin snorted coldly with some resentment in his heart, and then looked at Mingru, but saw that there was no intention of withdrawing on his face, and under the sharp turn of his mind, the voice of the painting monk sounded again: "Then destroy the seven cloud soul bottles that are not in the climate first!"

"Break its foundation?" Xu Lin hesitated, and then when his figure got up, Chen Wanru, who was in Xu Lin's arms, had already opened his eyes at this time. Xu Lin's shadow was reflected in his eyes, and when he couldn't help but think about it, Xu Lin didn't even give her a chance to open her mouth, and threw it a little rudely in the direction of Mingru, his body was stunned, and then he swooped down.

An ice love flower, when it appeared under Chen Wanru's body, the cold cold air immediately froze and sealed the ghost qi on the surface of her body, but it did not make Chen Wanru feel a trace of discomfort, so she couldn't help but look at Xu Lin's figure who was already in the crowd.

A sword was slashed out, and a sturdy Jin soldier was like cutting a watermelon, a sword in half, Xu Lin's body was non-stop, the sword breath on the blood sword was swallowed, and the sword breath was dispersed.

Raising his head calmly, his eyes were relative, Xu Lin frowned, and his mind couldn't help but tighten, this masked monk who was facing himself, there was a smile in his eyes that was only exposed outside, and Xu Lin couldn't understand it.

Another team of golden soldiers pounced on Xu Lin desperately, and hesitantly glanced at the face of the masked monk, Xu Lin shouted: "It's really a lifeless master!"

When the sword breath in his hand swallowed again, the hot blood had already sprayed on Xu Lin's body, and he couldn't help but sneer: "It's been a long time since I experienced this scorching temperature!"

The sword momentum became more fierce and sharper, and the indomitable spirit had already rushed towards the monk who could face Xu Lin, and Xu Lin was a little unhappy to find that the smile became extremely weird. (To be continued......)