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The mountain spring is soft, and it flows down from a high cliff, saying that it is a waterfall, but it is more like a crystal curtain made of countless bead chains strung together.

The peaks on both sides of the river are stacked on top of each other, but the verdant color has been somewhat dimmed, and it is difficult to see the scenery of red and green leaves.

It was very quiet, there was no sound of wild beasts and insects, and even the birds in the air were difficult to see.

From a distance, it looks like a painting, without the slightest sense of reality, but if you understand it up close, you will have a creepy feeling.

The surroundings are very cold, not the freezing cold of the biting cold wind, it is a kind of gloomy cold, from the inside to the outside, like the feeling of forest cold from the nine shadows.

A cave entrance, just behind a curtain of falling water, deep and quiet, but there was a ray of red light leaking out, like the color of blood, which made this place even more eerie.

In the darkness, the more you look inside, the more viscous red light like blood shines, the brighter it becomes, and in the center of that light, a young man who looks like a teenager sits quietly in it. On the pale face, the eyes were closed, the corners of the lips were reddish, there were some signs of dryness, and there was a little dust on the long silk. Obviously, this young man has not been sitting here for a day or two.

There was a soft sound, a piercing sound, and it slowly surrounded this seemingly small hole. It was a long sword, hovering above the young man's flat eyebrows.

The young man suddenly raised his hands, and when his fingers were gently making a spell, a drop of golden blood suddenly oozed from between his eyebrows and suspended in midair, slowly floating towards the blade of the sword that was like jade all around.

It was as if a stone had landed on the surface of the water, and when the ripples swayed slightly, a cyan cold light suddenly burst out on the sword body. At the same time, the young man also opened his closed eyes, and when he looked coldly, a bright red blood shot out of his eyes.

The fingers flicked like flying, and when the fingers were about to condense, the sword body trembled slightly, and the cyan light burst out with dazzling light again, but in that light, there was a faint trace of blood red.

As soon as the finger stopped, the sword body roared softly, and on the sword body like flowing water, a blood line suddenly burst out, flowing and winding on the sword body quickly, until the center of the sword extended to the tip of the sword, and the young man shouted softly: "Close!"

I saw that the long sword that was originally horizontal in front of the young man's eyes suddenly made a long roar of joy, as if it had been inspired, and instantly turned into a streamer, straight into the center of the young man's eyebrows, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. And this young man, at the same time as he closed his eyes, the red light around him collapsed like a tide, and the cave was also restored to the original darkness.

The sound of flowing water was soft, and a cheerful sound resounded between the silent peaks around it, and at this time, a low insect chirping, as if it was a tentative call, after a moment of pause, followed by another sound, and then as if everything was revived, the sound of insects chirping one after another, accompanied by the cheerful sound of flowing water, played a wonderful chapter.

A gray rabbit, shrugging its long ears, cautiously poked its head out of the grass, and after looking left and right for a long time, it jumped up and ran to the edge of the stream, and drank it heavily.

With a long roar, a pair of horned goats appeared out of nowhere, and like the rabbit, they looked around cautiously, and then ran quickly to the stream, and drank greedily.

Because the breath of the prudent man is gone, the bursting blood is gone, and the cold and cold feeling is completely hidden, so this landscape like a painting finally has its original vivid color.

Time is like water, murmuring and flowing, unconsciously, when the warm sunlight finally flashes the last ray of warmth on the edge of the sky, the cold moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars are all vying to open their bright eyes.

A fresh breeze blew, blowing up the young man's wisps of black long, under the full moon, beside the stream, the young man raised his head and closed his eyes, quietly feeling the coolness of the night.

After a long retreat, when the whole person felt the breeze of this world again, a feeling of being alive arose.

It's not easy to survive, and it's even harder to live better.

When the young man opened his eyes, it was still a blood-red color, and the night seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, and there was no sound of the wind.

A smile swayed at the corner of the young man's mouth, stretched out his delicate and white fingers, gently slid the cold stream, and then when he set off a splash, when the little droplets of water like pearls fell, I don't know when, the young man's hand was already holding a sword, a sword with cold light.

On the sword body, there was a bright red blood line, but the aura it exuded made people shudder even more. It was the breath of death, it was a cold and piercing eerie feeling, the young man smiled, and touched the sword with his left hand, stroking it lovingly.

Leng Yu Sword, when he used the method of melting blood with a chemical weapon to inject the sword breath of the demon lord into his body, peeled off a part of it and injected it into the sword body of Leng Yu Sword, this sword finally condensed the realm of the Four Heavens under Xu Lin's gaze. Originally, it was just a temporary whim, but at this time, it received very good results, how could Xu Lin not like it?

Yes, the young man standing under the cold moonlight at this time is Xu Lin who broke away from the Langya Secret Realm, what kind of place this is, Xu Lin doesn't know. All he knew was that when he woke up, he was already here.

Stable cultivation was Xu Lin's first thought after he woke up, because he had just been promoted to Huandan, and it was okay if he was in the Langya Secret Realm, but in the outside world, he would be implicated by the cause and effect between heaven and earth, and his cultivation that was forcibly promoted would also be jealous of heaven.

That thunder light fell, Xu Lin finally faced its power in the light, if it weren't for the demon lord's blow to completely shredd, Xu Lin might not even have scum left now, but after the demon lord tore that thunder punishment, because the distance was too close, Xu Lin was stunned alive.

When he first got out of the Langya Secret Realm, Xu Lin took a look, because the degree of escape was too fast, so Xu Lin only took a general look, and it was this glance that he saw surprise, it was the monks who were guarding the exit of the Langya Secret Realm, with dumbfounded expressions.

In the end, Xu Lin saw that he seemed to have a faint sense that someone had made a move, was it his master Qingxu Zhenren?

Looking at the cold jade sword in his hand, looking at the bright red blood line above the sword body, after stabilizing his cultivation, refining the magic weapon was the only thing Xu Lin wanted to do. Leng Yujian couldn't keep up with his cultivation now, and this was something he desperately wanted to solve. Out of speculation, Xu Lin thought of the sword breath injected into his body by the demon lord, and Xu Lin even thought of melting blood with a weapon.

Originally, Xu Lin wanted to use the weapon to melt blood to completely integrate this sword breath into his body, but for some reason, no matter how Xu Lin urged, although the blood fusion of the weapon could gradually peel off this sword breath, it could not completely refine it, which meant that this sword breath would always exist in Xu Lin's body, and could not be dissolved or comprehended.

This made Xu Lin very entangled, but thinking about it, Xu Lin thought of the sword weapon in his hand that had been cultivated for many years.

The cold jade sword itself has been connected to Xu Lin's aura for many years, so close that it is like a part of Xu Lin's body, so Xu Lin thought of transferring.

This idea was very abrupt, but it was done unexpectedly, but I don't know what the reason is, Xu Lin can use the transformer to melt blood and peel off and transfer only this small part, if you think about it again, it becomes impossible.

However, the change of the cold jade sword made Xu Lin extremely happy.

Looking at the transparent jade sword body, looking at the bright red blood line that appeared on the sword body of the cold jade sword, a feeling of blood connection arose.

As Xu Lin's mind moved, a cold aura suddenly erupted from the sword body of the cold jade sword, and this breath was still undulating, as if it was a rhythm like breathing, and it seemed to be above the nine heavens, like a little bit of bright starlight that flickered and dimmed, it was as if it had life.

Xu Lin looked at the long sword in his hand with a happy face, feeling the cold meaning on the sword body, this is not an ordinary frozen cold, as if it is from the hell of the Nine Shadows, it is a ruthless and desperate forest, it is a greedy and bloodthirsty cold.

This feeling Xu Lin has only felt in Wang Tianyu's ghost body, and at this moment, the sword in his hand seems to be telling him that the sword is life and death, and if you move with a sword, it will inevitably bring blood!

This feeling of coldness, this ruthless coldness, seems to be the unexpected gain of this sword breath injection, and it makes the cold jade sword, which is already unusual, have an attached attribute, which is as fatal as the gangrene of the appendage.

Xu Lin looked at the sword in his hand with joy, this was no more joy than when he snatched the magic weapon from others, this was a joy from the heart, a special feeling experienced from nothing to sometimes.

Because he had already reached the realm of returning the Dan, when Xu Lin's mind moved, Leng Yujian seemed to have been inspired, and disappeared in an instant, and in the next moment, Xu Lin's body suddenly exuded a suffocating sword intent.

It was a cold chill like ice, it was a ruthless sword intent, from the inside out, around Xu Lin's body, when it gradually appeared, the face that was originally a scholarly breath suddenly had a earth-shaking change.

Standing solemnly, with sharp edges and corners, it is an external temperament, at this time, Xu Lin has more fierceness and arrogance, and this kind of aura, in the description of Qingxu Zhenren, is the temperament that sword cultivation should have, and the appearance that sword cultivation should have.