Just as Xu Lin thought, around the ancient city of Bai, smoke and dust curled up, shrouded in the smoke of this city, there is a smell of blood, permeating people's hearts, is a feeling full of despair, but it is also this despair that supports the soldiers and civilians in the city.

Because there is nothing left to lose, in the broken hope, there is only the hideousness that will end together.

The cold wind howled, bursts of arrows hit the already somewhat broken city wall, the black and white beard, mixed with dirt, had turned gray and black, and under the golden helmet, on an angular face carved in stone, his eyes looked resolutely at the rain of swords, guns and swords under the city.

"It's either life or death!"

The old man's voice revealed infinite coldness, and behind the general wearing a golden helmet, there were already scarred soldiers.

When his gaze swept over these soldiers who were fighting for the sake of fighting, the soldiers who had already been depressed were all shocked, and the gaze in their eyes was still full of trust and the so-called hope.

With the courage to survive, you can still fight!

His eyes fell back on the approaching black iron stream, looking at the name of the banner display, the old general grinned, and then quickly pulled out the sword at his waist, and waved his arms: "God bless the Great Song!"

"God bless the Great Song!" Behind the veteran of the golden helmet, a group of soldiers raised their blades one after another, howling loudly.

It is precisely because of blind trust that there is a simple stubbornness in the character.

After several days of long-distance running, what fell in Xu Lin's eyes was the scene at this moment.

The rain of stones and arrows in the sky, carrying the roar of death, took away the fresh lives one by one, but at the moment when the body was about to fall. But it blooms with an incomparably beautiful color.

No one retreated, and even though the wall had collapsed for the most part, in the midst of these huge gaps, the soldiers used their flesh and blood to build a strong wall again.

There was no smile on their faces, and Xu Lin could see it clearly. At the moment of imminent death, these soldiers who forgot to die would also be afraid, even crying, but they still did not take a step back.

So Xu Lin was a little confused!

What exactly is this for?

The people of the country?

These concepts never appeared in Xu Lin's consciousness, so he didn't understand them.

But someone understands.

"Help!" Mingli said suddenly with a face full of unbearable eyes.

"No!" Ming Ru didn't want to refuse, and looked coldly in the direction of his feet, those dead faces were showing his eyes one by one.

Mingli bit his lip lightly and didn't say anything more. But in that eye, a flame had vaguely ignited.

"When?"

Xu Lin raised his eyes to look at Ming Ru, although in his heart, he had always had an indifferent attitude, but he didn't understand why he appeared here, and under careful induction, he didn't even see the shadow of the Demon Sect monk, it was just a fight between a group of mortals.

"Wait!" Mingru's answer was simple.

When Xu Lin was about to speak. A voice popped into my head: "What is this?"

Xu Lin, who didn't understand a little, asked the painting monk rhetorically: "What?"

Xu Lin's question was not immediately answered. But after a pause, the painting monk sneered again and said, "When did the monks of the Demon Sect also start to cultivate the method of the ghost path?"

Hearing this, Xu Lin scanned the battlefield hesitantly, but he still didn't find anything as before, until under the guidance of the painting monk, Xu Lin suddenly saw it. Mixed in the ranks of the enemy army, there were several black-robed masked men, holding not swords and weapons in their hands, but a black porcelain vase.

Subconsciously, Xu Lin used the sword heart to understand the subtle sense. A puzzled look suddenly appeared on his face, because Xu Lin hadn't noticed the slightest fluctuation of vitality at all.

As if he knew Xu Lin's incomprehension, the painting monk sneered and said, "If the little monk is not mistaken, this is the Yuan Soul Bottle." ”

"What's that?" Xu Lin frowned, and immediately became interested in this game.

"Suck in the soul, refine the soul and break the soul. The painting monk replied very simply, but it could not satisfy Xu Lin's curiosity, and the painting monk also knew, so he said in a leisurely voice: "A thousand years ago, it was also the era of the little monk, and this Yuan Soul Bottle was regarded as a forbidden weapon by the ghost Dao. ”

"Forbidden?" Xu Lin hesitated incomprehensibly.

"Forbidden magic weapons. The monk rolled his eyes.

"It's a ghost!" Xu Lin laughed disapprerovingly.

"It's smart. The painting monk praised, and then transmitted the sound to Xu Lin's mind: "This play should be in ancient times, and it was explicitly forbidden to be used by the ghost road, and even the people in the main gate were regarded as evil things." ”

"Taking the soul and breaking the soul is indeed vicious, after a person dies, he can't even do a ghost, not to mention reincarnation, and even has to be refined, no wonder the people in the ghost gate will explicitly prohibit it, and the main gate is even more intolerable. Xu Lin touched his chin and said with some emotion.

"But these people are really useful!" the monk sneered.

"But why isn't there a fluctuation of Dao power?" Xu Lin hesitated as he stared at those masked people in black robes, and said with some puzzlement.

The corners of the painting monk's mouth twitched: "It's just some ordinary people, how can there be a theory of vitality and power." ”

Xu Lin was dumbfounded, and then asked with a frown: "This Yuan Soul Bottle doesn't need the urging of Dao Power and Yuan Qi?"

"Lingbao, you know, right?" the painting monk did not answer Xu Lin's question, but asked rhetorically.

Recalling the records he had seen in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Mochizuki Peak in the past, Xu Lin replied slowly: "It's because there is a budding spirit born naturally with the sky as the father and the earth as the mother!"

"!" the painting monk smiled sarcastically: "Nerd's words!"

Xu Lin was quite dissatisfied in his heart, and this sentiment was indeed transmitted to the soul of the painting monk, so the painting monk immediately explained and said: "The runes of heaven and earth, naturally veined in them, are hidden in a law and the one above it is for the spirit!"

"Heaven and Earth Rune?" Xu Lin didn't understand, and the painting monk also knew that Xu Lin would not understand, so he explained in a little detail: "Human cultivation is to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth in the body, and it is a process of accumulation and exploration. On the contrary, for artifacts, this heaven and earth rune can also be regarded as a practice that can absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, and then accumulate into a spirit in the artifact, and it will become a spiritual treasure. ”

After thinking about these words in his heart repeatedly, Xu Lin was a little abrupt: "In other words, the preciousness lies in the word 'heaven and earth'?"

"The son can be taught!" For Xu Lin's quick reaction, the monk was indeed a little surprised, and then said: "The general utensils absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, mostly by the monk's perception of heaven and earth itself, and then draw the talisman, and then use the vitality of the Dao power through a special method, printed in the artifact, is a magic weapon, and the preciousness of this spiritual treasure is that the rune is the most primitive imprint of heaven and earth, that is to say, the rune imprint born from the earth, only then did the later artifact creatures, and the spiritual treasure was achieved. ”

"What about now?" Xu Lin's eyes were already shining a little as he stared at the masked people who were mixed in the enemy formation.

"What do you think Lingbao will be?" the painting monk snorted with some disdain.

Xu Lin raised his eyebrows, but he laughed dryly: "Indeed!" and then asked with some puzzlement: "Then why is this?"

"Half-finished!" The painting monk sneered, and then when Xu Lin was stunned, he said again: "The appearance of this Yuan Soul Bottle was inadvertently practiced by a monk thousands of years ago, and the embryo of its artifact is a piece of artifact with only half of the heaven and earth runes as a mold, and then this monk, I don't know what method to use, sealed this only half of the heaven and earth runes, and refined the current Yuan Soul Bottle." ”

"There is such a thing, so if you master this method, wouldn't this spiritual treasure also be able to be refined?" Xu Lin said with some surprise.

"Theoretically, that's so!" the painting monk smiled, and then asked Xu Lin again: "Do you know how to engrave this?"

Xu Lin was dumbfounded and sighed lightly: "It won't be lost!"

"Nope!"

The painting monk's answer made Xu Lin's eyes light up: "Will you?"

The corners of the monk's mouth twitched: "No!"

Xu Lin sighed in disappointment and said, "Then who will?"

"The first monk to practice this method. ”

Xu Lin had the urge to pull this guy out of the soul mirror and said, "That means that this method has not been passed on at all?"

"It's not that I don't want to pass it on!" the painting monk laughed a little strangely, and then said to Xu Lin again: "But there is no chance to pass it on?"

"Why is that?" Xu Lin blinked.

"Because the Ghost Emperor won't let it!"

Xu Lin...... (To be continued......)