For a month, neither long nor short, Xu Lin chewed a piece of wild grass in his mouth, and after chewing it, he spit it out again, picked another one and put it in his mouth, only to see that the original emerald green color was gradually replaced by withered gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When he spit out again, a dark cloud floated in the sky, and with the cold wind blowing, the corners of Xu Lin's mouth naturally showed a smile.

Mingluan came, this person who had no contact with Xu Lin, looked at the person lying lazily on the side of a big rock, his eyes didn't seem to look at himself, just at the wandering clouds in the sky.

frowned slightly, looking at Xu Lin, who was already close at hand, in the depths of Mingluan's heart, suddenly there seemed to be a fire burning, and it hurt him very much.

Turning his face sideways, there was a hint of surprise on his sickly face, which was as pale as paper, and then the corners of his mouth were hooked, Xu Lin still didn't get up, and his eyes turned to Mingluan's face lightly.

"You want to kill me?"

The voice was very soft, like a fallen leaf in the wind, just an inadvertent sound, but it extinguished the fire in Mingluan's heart in an instant.

He felt the cold, a cold killing intent, coming from afar, but it was not the young man in front of him, but the dark cloud in the sky.

Mingluan seemed to be able to feel countless cold, cold wind-like killing intent, blowing fiercely on his face, and what made him feel humiliated the most was because he realized that he had an undeserved fear at that moment.

And he just looked at himself indifferently, the depths of his eyes were as clear as water, without a trace of strange waves, just looking at himself quietly, Mingluan's face was pale, and he even had the same complexion as the young man in front of him.

"This is the transmission jade slip of the real person. Mingluan gritted his teeth and handed over a jade slip.

Xu Lin didn't get up to pick it up, which made Mingluan's hand awkwardly stalemate in mid-air, whether to accept it or not, and threw it to Xu Lin, but he didn't have the courage to do so, he could only watch the other party with his face changing.

"Got it!" Xu Lin's gaze was withdrawn from Mingluan's face, and then he looked at the dark clouds in the sky, his face still had the previous smile on his face, and when Mingluan wanted to say something, the jade slip in his hand was suddenly grabbed by the other hand.

Subconsciously let go, when Mingluan looked at Xu Lin again, he found that on his side, I don't know when, there was one more person, it was a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest, staring at him with a gloomy face, and the dry hand and claw, after taking the jade slip, stood back behind Xu Lin respectfully, and then disappeared.

Such a scene can already make Mingluan break out in a cold sweat, close at hand, according to the cultivation of the step up, Mingluan actually didn't find that there was still a person hidden on Xu Lin's side, if he just did it, then now, he must have been in a different place.

Slightly bowed, facing Xu Lin, this should not be a etiquette, as a great disciple of Kunlun, Ming Luan really bowed to Xu Lin, and then drove away quickly without looking back, and Xu Lin, who was lying on the bluestone slab, never looked at Ming Luan again, until this person completely disappeared outside the sense of divine sense, the corners of Xu Lin's mouth once again slightly outlined a wonderful arc.

"Rubbish!"

These words were said abruptly, but they were said by the middle-aged Taoist who stood behind Xu Lin and showed his figure again.

And Xu Lin just lay there quietly, then closed his eyes, and didn't speak for a long time, until the dark cloud in the sky, if inductive, slowly floated to the top of Xu Lin's head, he coldly spit out a word: "Read!"

The middle-aged Taoist standing beside him hurriedly took out the jade slip in his hand, and then read the above words softly.

Xu Lin listened quietly, and the middle-aged Taoist read carefully, but above his head, there was still a black cloud that had been floating for a long time.

A "male" word, one stroke by one appeared on the white paper, the person who wrote the face was solemn, the pen in his hand seemed to have mobilized the spirit of his whole body, all poured into this one word, until someone came behind him, Qinghong Zhenren finished writing the last stroke, and then said lightly: "How is it?"

Looking at the tall back of the respected teacher, Mingluan bowed his head and saluted: "It's done." ”

As if sensing something, the corners of Qinghong Zhenren's mouth curled: "It doesn't seem to be very smooth." ”

Mingluan didn't make a sound, which made Qinghong Zhenren turn around in some surprise, but saw that his favorite disciple turned out to be a lost soul.

As if sensing Qinghong Zhenren's gaze examining him, Mingluan looked up at Qinghong Zhenren, but it was this glance that made Mingluan's face flush all of a sudden, and he actually lowered his head again.

Qinghong Zhenren no longer looked at his beloved apprentice, just looked at the word he had just written, and after a long time, he asked again: "It seems that the Black Bird Camp has been integrated by Xu Lin." ”

Mingluan's voice trembled a little and replied, "Yes!" After that, he said no more, still keeping his head down.

"In a month, he actually did it!" Qinghong Zhenren looked out the window in the distance, as if thinking about something, and then laughed again: "You can't do it." ”

A look of hideousness appeared on Mingluan's face, but it flashed in an instant, without any words.

"Take this word. Qinghong Zhenren handed the word "Xiong" he had just written to Mingluan, who was still bowing his head, and when the latter took it carefully, he heard Qinghong Zhenren say: "Think about it!"

The sunset reflects the rainbow light in the sky, quietly swaying a touch of red in the sky of Kunlun.

There is a wind blowing, in the gradually darkening sky, the fire clouds are red like blood, but they are blown away by a gust of wind, Qinghong Zhenren stood by the window, looking at the beautiful scenery that he has seen for I don't know how many years, but there is no warm warmth in the corners of his eyes, just a faint cold like frost and snow.

The black bird flew into the air, it was the wind that vibrated with its wings, it seemed to blow away all the red clouds, even if it was impossible to see the black traces hidden in the sky, but Qinghong Zhenren knew that Xu Lin was gone.

At the same time, above the sky, Xu Lin was indeed facing the red sunset in the sky, looking at the majestic and magnificent Kunlun Mountain under him, looking at the flying streamers shuttling through the Kunlun array, and also looking at the corner of the window of the main peak of Lianxia, but he only had a glance, because he was disgusted.

I hate all the people who order me, and I hate those who are self-righteous, but Xu Lin still glanced at it, but nothing happened as he imagined, so he deliberately made things difficult for Mingluan, it was Xu Lin who wanted Qinghong Zhenren to understand his disgust, although this was not what a smart person should do, but he Xu Lin still did it without any scruples.

What about Kiyohiro's representation?

It's just a blind forbearance, in the face of Kunlun Ancestor, and in the face of himself, and for the one in front, it is because of the gap in strength, so what about himself?

Xu Lin pursed the corners of his mouth, a sharp blade that was about to show its edge?

Xu Lin's face began to turn cold, and the faces of those behind him were also cold, as if they felt Xu Lin's anger, so they were also angry.

Burning soul and blood breath, implanted in the bodies of these people, can make Xu Lin connect with each other, including some obvious emotional changes, but for the monks of the Black Bird Camp, it is the most deadly poppy.

After Xu Lin got the rights he wanted, how could he firmly grasp these people, he already had a rough charter in his heart, and when these people had just been freed from the predicament and had not fully recovered, Xu Lin sacrificed his blood, and then implanted it in the bodies of these people in the way of burning soul blood, as if he had been poisoned with people.

Xu Lin can clearly feel the heat of no one's body, it is the warmth of blood donation, but when a thought arises, let that drop of blood donate suck all the essence and spirit of the living, and turn it into a dry corpse like the bark of a dead tree.

This kind of method is very rude, but it is simple and effective, because people are afraid of death, especially those who practice, they are even more afraid of death, but Xu Lin is not blindly cruel, he promises these people benefits, after he gets what he wants, they can do some things they want.

It's like a task is completed, if you like women, you can go to the Qinglou or a good home, if you are a drunkard, you can go to the restaurant to get drunk, and if you like to kill people and drink blood, you can kill them, but don't be in trouble. This was Xu Lin's request, so Xu Lin always said to them, think about those years of detention.

They actually accepted Xu Lin, even if they were a little uncomfortable at first, but when Xu Lin used the Soul Burning Blood Breath again and again, the pain could definitely make a person succumb, so he Xu Lin now has his own team, and there are people who are willing to follow him to the death, because they can't let him die, he is dead, and they are all dead.

Xu Lin likes this way very much, and dreams of one day, how to make everyone under the sky like this. Thinking about his current realm, Xu Lin looked at the red sun that had only half of his face left, and couldn't help but laugh again. (To be continued......)