One sentence made Xu Lin speechless.

And the ghost emperor in the mouth of the painting monk is not just a name, but represents the existence of the zài, the north of the world, which has always stood in the cultivation world.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves and mounds, that has become a realm, the ghost realm of the world, for monks, it is more dangerous than 100,000 mountains, no one dares to set foot alone half a step.

"Then how do these ordinary people urge them?" At this time, Xu Lin said completely to the refining method of the Yuan Soul Bottle.

"Lingbao has a common point, that is, in the case of the monk without urging, it will also operate on its own in a specific environment, but it is just blind. ”

Xu Lin seemed to understand a little: "That is, it is a truth that when the beast is hungry, it will naturally look for food." ”

"That's good!" the painting monk smiled, his gaze had already crossed over Xu Lin, and fell back on the masked monks, "I just don't know what the demon lord thinks." ”

Xu Lin frowned slightly: "That's a madman, the idea of a madman, we can't guess!"

"You can guess!" the monk smiled heartily.

Xu Lin pursed his lips, he suddenly found that when he heard others comment on him like this, he didn't have the idea of getting angry, and he also understood the difference between the painting monk and Wang Tianyu.

Just when Xu Lin was immersed in his thoughts, a slightly cool breath suddenly came from beside him.

When he frowned and turned around, he found that Mingru's sword blade had already flashed with a cold glow.

Mingli looked at Mingru with an excited face: "Do it?"

did not answer Mingli's question, but at the moment of waving the sword in his hand. When the seven fluttering ice lotuses rose in an instant, they were aimed at the seven points in the enemy formation.

"This Nizi is much sharper than you!" the painting monk sneered.

Xu Lin silently looked at the trajectory of the seven ice lotuses floating out in the blur, and was about to hit these people accurately, but was instantly shattered by a thick black gas, and Mingru snorted coldly, and when he wanted to raise his sword and slash again, a person suddenly floated out of the enemy formation.

In mid-air, facing each other in the air, clouds and mist shrouded in the air. When the figure is gradually revealed. Ming Ru lowered the sword in his hand, and in his cold eyes, he looked up and down at the breath of the person who came, and then snorted coldly: "Black Demon Sect!"

"It's the Black Demon Gate!" said the man with a wicked smile. Then his eyes glanced at Xu Lin and the others and said, "My people Zhuge Li." I've seen all of you!"

"There has long been an agreement between the two sects. Mortal wars will not be involved in what you are doing today. But the original agreement was broken. Mingli replied with a straight face at this time.

Hehe smiled, Zhuge Li said to Mingli with a nonchalant face: "Then throw it away, anyway, it's a piece of broken paper, Kunlun and my big demon gate have been attacked once, do you still care about this?"

A cold light, like lightning, suddenly appeared in front of Zhuge Li, but it was blocked by his backhand, which was erased very lightly.

"It's an impatient, so I'll give you a ride today!"

When Zhuge Li finished saying this, the black qi on his right hand that had just blocked a sword light did not disperse, but at the moment when it condensed and gathered, a golden black pestle appeared, swinging the layers of black qi on it, and slashed hard.

It seems that a black cloud appeared, and when the dense black gas swept the air, there was a black arc jumping mixed with it, which couldn't help but make Xu Lin raise his eyebrows, and in the depths of his mind, the painting monk was also quite surprised "Huh": "It's an interesting magic weapon." ”

Spreading out the array, when Xu Lin stretched out his hand, the blood sword was already in his hand, but in front of it was Ming Ru, who was one step faster, with a sword first, and the appearance of the ice lotus fluttering in the sky, which had already collided with the black air mass that had diffused one after another.

When the crackling sound continued to sound, Xu Lin's figure instantly dispersed, turned into a puff of red smoke, and galloped up rapidly, the blood sword in his hand did not hesitate to stab first, but he didn't expect Zhuge Li, who was fighting against Mingru, to react faster.

With a wave of his left hand, a black porcelain bottle appeared, the whole body was black, and in the round color, there were cold runes lit up, just like a tattoo, and a gloomy ghost aura had already spewed out towards Xu Lin.

"Be careful!"

The painting monk's voice was a little anxious, of course Xu Lin didn't dare to slack off, the blood sword in his hand shook, a thick bloody aura, when it instantly filled the surroundings, the two phases collided, and at this time, Zhuge Li raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The hideous ghost claws that had just stretched out in the black ghost qi actually gave birth to white smoke the moment they were contaminated by the blood mist, and then in the blink of an eye, they turned into a pool of blood and dripped from the air.

"Vicious as a magic weapon!" Zhuge Li sneered rather gloomily.

Xu Lin didn't speak, but concentrated on manipulating the blood mist turned into the blood sword, but at this moment, the black smoke exploded everywhere out of thin air, layer by layer implicated by the breath that had been contaminated by the blood mist, and when it swept into the sky together, Xu Lin frowned slightly, and when his body immediately receded, from the air mass that was blasted, a black condensed ghost body appeared out of thin air.

"It's actually a big evil condensed by the body of the devil, which is equivalent to the existence of the step void level in human cultivation, so it is so arrogant. ”

The voice of the painting monk was clearly transmitted to Xu Lin's ears, and at the same time, Xu Lin licked the corners of his lips that were a little dry: "There are really many ghosts who want to be superborn!"

Zhuge Li laughed fiercely, and when he swung a sharp sword again, he turned his head to Xu Lin and shouted, "Then try it!"

"That's what I mean!"

The blood sword was upright, the condensation was dissolved, and when two sword breaths in a row were condensed in the air, two turned into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen, and sixteen sword breaths in a row.

It seems that he has incomparable confidence in this ghost, Zhuge Li has withdrawn his gaze, but he is preoccupied with the beginning to deal with Ming Rujian breath.

"What are you waiting for?" Mingru's voice was a little sharp, and for Mingli and Chen Wanru behind him, this was an order, which also made the two people who were stunned suddenly realize.

Retracting her gaze at Xu Lin, Chen Wanru condensed her fingers into a sword talisman, and then glanced at Ming Li, and at the same time, the two of them were stunned, and they plunged headlong, and their direction was the masked monks in the enemy formation.

With a sneer, Zhuge Li didn't try to intercept it, but instead focused on dealing with Mingru's offensive, but the smile on the corner of his mouth made Mingru's heart froze, and he subconsciously glanced at the chaotic enemy formation on the ground.

"Be careful!" Mingru's voice resounded clearly all around, Xu Lin frowned slightly, but he didn't stop the movement in his hand, because the sixteen sword breaths, when he accurately slashed at the body of the fierce spirit, and when he was about to disintegrate it, this guy could actually teleport out?

Xu Lin didn't think about it, so he used the blood shadow ghost body out, and when the figure moved quickly, an afterimage swung out in the air, and in the direction where he was standing, that afterimage had already been torn apart by a black ghost claw that suddenly appeared.

The ghostly aura is extremely cold.

"Can the Fierce Soul also teleport out?" Xu Lin asked the painting monk with some confusion in his heart.

"Leave this alone, aren't you going to save your little lover?"

"What?" When Xu Lin Huoran turned his head, he saw that above the ground, seven different directions, suddenly condensed a gust of yin wind, and when it roared, its direction was above the air.

Chen Wanru's sword talisman lit up, even though she had already seen this sudden eerie aura, together with Mingli's figure, she didn't even have the slightest intention of retreating, and went straight down against the wind!

"I don't know if I'm dead or alive!" When this sound fell, Xu Lin's figure moved again, and the fierce soul suddenly appeared in the direction where Xu Lin was standing, staring at Xu Lin's figure with a hideous face.

"She has affection for you, but you have no intention of her!" The painting monk felt that Xu Lin was very impatient, at this time, if there were no people in front of him, Xu Lin could let go and summon the painting monk in the soul mirror, but in the face of Mingru, Xu Lin did not dare to do this.

As if he realized the anger in Xu Lin's heart, the painting monk no longer continued the above words, but stared at the ghost on the opposite side: "This play should not be teleportation!"

Xu Lin frowned, and just when he wanted to ask the painting monk, the painting monk opened his mouth again: "It's just too fast!" (to be continued......)