The ancient temple, the ground is mottled, the broken walls, and the painted Buddha statues are covered with white cobwebs, and a moth flutters on them, trembling and struggling.

Outside the main hall of the Buddha hall, there is a cloudy cloud, and sometimes the rumbling sound comes from far and near.

The wind blew down the barren grass on the ground, and a stone road that had long since disappeared could be seen.

There were muddy footprints on it, which were imprinted on it endlessly, and at this time, the sound of Suo Suo came from the back of the Buddha Hall from time to time.

A young monk dressed as a novice yawned and walked out from behind the Buddha statue casually. glanced at the cloudy sky outside the main hall, muttered something quietly, and then sat lazily in front of the broken door, continuing his sleep.

A trace of blood breath penetrated, and the cold breath like the wind was gently wrapped around the neck of the little monk, and the smooth head then drooped down, and the blood also sprayed all over the ground.

At night, there was a wind, and the black shadows fell like fallen leaves, and the cold eyes glanced at the corpse beside him, and quickly disappeared into the darkness again, without a trace.

The Buddha hall is not very big, behind a big Buddha, there is a hidden secret door, under the skillful hands of a monk in a black robe, after slowly prying open, there are already prepared monks, rushing in in an instant.

Attacking all the way, in silence, like a ghost in the night, only the blood-red flower of death was bringing, which continued to bloom in the darkness.

Xu Lin's hands were moist, with red liquid, constantly dripping from above, and his cold eyes swept around, the dark passage was very long, twisting and twisting like a dragon's body, layer by layer made people feel uneasy, but looking at the figure of the head, it didn't seem to have the intention of stopping, which made Xu Lin frown for a while.

Unfolding his body again, the virtual and real of the blood shadow body was well hidden in the air, turning into a discrete mist, floating forward without hurrying or slow.

At this moment, Xu Lin's heart was a little excited because of the imminent meeting of the Bloodstained Daoist, in this long corridor, it seemed that the skin had been rubbed by time, and it was gradually losing its original bright color.

It was too smooth, Xu Lin frowned again, looking at the corpse lying in a pool of blood on the ground, with his understanding of the bloodstained Taoist, this didn't seem to be quite like his style.

How could a cunning guy endure his hiding place and be so vulnerable?

There is no formation Dao talisman in the Yongdao, not to mention, and there is not even protection against ordinary people, in such a place, the old ghost of the bloodstained Daoist dares to stay?

Xu Lin, who hesitated again, was secretly observing cautiously in the seemingly careless wandering, until he reached the end of this road, he still couldn't settle down, although he had already seen the pool of blood, a large pool, which had almost occupied more than half of the underground space.

The red liquid, undisturbed in the pool, is as smooth as a mirror like silk brocade, and bursts of fishy breath rush straight to the human brain, not only making people dizzy for a while.

But this is not the most cautious people, those novices who were killed by the black bird camp all the way, I don't know when, suddenly appeared at the exit of the road, still with the original injuries on their bodies, and a few headless corpses, just staggered in.

Xu Lin's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he secretly screamed in his heart, damn, this is clearly a trap, the various symptoms of those corpses are clearly the means of the blood god to refine the spirit, and the old immortal with blood stains is really hiding here?

As soon as the figure was mentioned, as if there was nothing, Xu Lin's figure had been attached to the top of the wall above the blood pool, looking down, the monks of the Black Bird Camp were distributed around the blood pool, and the bitter barbarian who hit the head glanced coldly at the top of the wall that Xu Lin was attached to, and then he didn't move, but he kept staring at the changes in the blood pool.

"Isn't this guy brainy?" Xu Lin scolded fiercely in his heart, obviously something is wrong, this guy still hasn't given the order to retreat, and he is here like a fool?

However, just as Xu Lin was thinking about himself and retreating, more and more novice corpses in the corridor slowly walked in, and several of them, because they were close to the monks of the Black Bird Camp, were slashed and killed by him again, but they still stood up like no one else, and walked towards the stone steps on both sides of the blood pool, standing there stunned, like statues.

In the quiet atmosphere, there was a suffocating aura flowing, and the monks of the Black Bird Camp looked at Kuman's body one after another, as if they were waiting for his order, but at this moment, on the surface of the blood pool, which was not shocking, a bubble suddenly appeared, and it was piercing.

Outside the Buddhist temple, the pine trees are a piece, tightly surrounding the ancient temple, among the chaotic barren grass, a big red robe, bright and bright like a bewitching big red flower, standing quietly in the meantime.

The drizzle fell, like a curtain, holding up the red umbrella, the long black hair scattered around the waist, swinging with the wind, the slender white hands, as if as delicate as jade, rose slightly, hidden under the red umbrella, revealing a pale and handsome face.

But an obvious red spot, extending from its left eye to the corner of its mouth, almost obscuring half of the entire face, a pair of Danfeng eyes, looking directly at the dilapidated ancient temple for a long time, two points of cold light, as bright as the stars of the nine heavens, exuding a cold that is not like the world.

"What a bait!" A dark voice sounded, coming from the corner of the mouth with a strange arc, but it seemed to be talking to itself.

"Blood God Refining, you're not thinking about driving this seat out of this body, are you?" It's still the same voice, from one person, with a different intonation.

The demonic face trembled for a while, and then the half of the face with red spots began to twist and hideous, but the other half of this face was sneering evilly.

The same face, with two expressions at the same time, is even more weird than the evil ghosts, but this happened to this person holding up a red umbrella.

"Wait, the old man will definitely have a way!" The half of the face with red spots was still as grim as before when it made this sound.

But his other half just laughed and said a little lazily: "Then wait and see!"

Blood God Refining Spirit, or more precisely, another method achieved by Blood Spirit, but for Xu Lin, who was already familiar with "Blood God Son", what happened in front of him at this time had never been recorded in the classics.

Those who should have died a long time ago, the corpses with or without heads, still stood quietly in front of Xu Lin's eyes, but the direction of the corpses was a pool of blood with ripples on that side.

It seems to be a picture vision that only existed during ancient sacrifices, and it happened so realistically in front of my eyes, the blood pool is no longer calm, since the previous bubble surfaced, it was as if something in the blood pool had awakened, and it continued one after another.

Xu Lin's gaze moved gloomily to Kuman, this guy who was in charge of the Black Bird Camp since he was bitter seemed to be blind to what was happening in front of him, could this really be so confident?

At the same time, Xu Lin frowned again, but found that around the blood pool, several monks from the Black Bird Camp were looking at him from time to time.

Xu Lin looked at these three who could be said to be old acquaintances, it was the three who survived the encirclement and suppression of the Skeleton Ancestor with him, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and his breath changed in an instant.

And the eyes of the three monks next to each other also lit up at the same time, but they were fleeting, and then they stiffened and had cold expressions like dead men as before.

Turning to Kuman again, Xu Lin was thinking about the bloodstained old ghost, this guy definitely has the calculation of being old and sophisticated, the trip of the Black Bird Camp was extremely smooth, but he encountered a strange scene in front of him, and he knew that it was a trap at a glance, but Kuman's calmness at this time must have something to rely on, otherwise it would never be so.

Xu Lin, who could only wait and see what was happening, found that the blood pool at this moment, like boiling water steamed by a raging fire, suddenly began to bulge bubbles violently, and those corpses that were motionless actually began to move again.

Step by step, step by step, the walking corpse stepped into the pool of blood, those boiling blood, as if there was infinite gravity, from the moment these corpses were about to be bloody, as if they came to life, slowly surging up, and wrapped those corpses one by one, and then sank into the pool of blood, no longer silent.

But Xu Lin saw it clearly, he was different from others, and the exercises he practiced were based on the integration of other exercises on the basis of "Blood God Son", so from those corpses, Xu Lin felt another breath, very familiar, but shocked.

"It's the smell of that old ghost!" Xu Lin sneered, and finally understood what kind of spirit this so-called blood god spirit refining was to be cultivated! (To be continued......)