The green fluorescent, like the buttocks of fireflies, danced in the darkness, dotted like stars, slowly descended, and then disappeared into the pitch-black earth.

With a mouthful of earthy smell, Xu Lin sat up with difficulty, and in the trance of Fang Cai, it made him feel like a dream, which was so unreal.

At this time, there was still a feeling of dizziness in the head, lingering, and looking at the little fireflies in front of him in a bit of confusion, but it couldn't illuminate the qiē beside him.

Stretching out his hand to the ground, Xu Lin wanted to get up, but the cold touch came, but it was the mud after the wood rotted, which couldn't help but make Xu Lin lower his head in surprise.

A coffin was near Xu Lin's side, and on the wooden board that had already rotted, his hand was grasping it, but it was almost stretched to the innermost.

This time, Xu Lin was really awake, calmed down, his snort was full of foul smells, he frowned, a little luck, smooth and natural, and immediately stood up, Xu Lin looked around, and it was a dark night.

There are no stars in the sky, even a crescent moon is hidden, only a black veil is shrouded around the earth, Xu Lin can't help but be at a loss, but then, every pore around his body is erected.

Graves and graves, I actually appeared in this kind of place, shouldn't it be the sunset swamp?

Xu Lin, who was very puzzled, his divine sense invaded the Six Treasures Ring, and the waist card of the Mansion was actually gone, Xu Lin hurriedly looked around, but he didn't find anything, and even the air was flowing with a dead air, without the slightest fluctuation of aura.

Flying up and jumping up, Xu Lin, who was standing in mid-air, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and couldn't help but be seen in front of him, and gasped in shock.

The mountains are undulating, the slopes are large and the ditches are deep, and what stands up one by one is not trees and flowers, let alone palaces and pavilions, but stone tablets, all kinds of stone tablets are lined up, dilapidated, inclined and collapsed, and there are even some tombs without stone tablets, is this still an immortal mansion? Xu Lin couldn't help but ask himself several times, but another thought came to his mind.

North?

Thousands of miles away, phosphorus and fire burn each other, graves overlap each other, people are buried everywhere, there are no white bones everywhere, the nine secluds of the world, the hell of the world!

Xu Lin believed it, what caught his eye was a piece of tombs, countless yin houses, and even the green fluorescence in the air was no longer so cute, where was the butt of the firefly, it was clearly from the gaze of the yin spirit, ruthlessly cold.

A white light suddenly appeared, in the darkness surrounding the night, eye-catching and dazzling, it was a sword light, the sword white lotus that Xu Lin was familiar with.

So without hesitation, he got up and flew away, Xu Lin's figure was like a ghost in the dark night, and in a few shakes, he had already reached the periphery of the sword light.

It was her in his impression that she was white and clean out of the mud, and at the moment when the lotus bloomed, it was cold, but it was pure in the dark.

Xu Lin didn't see Qing Xuan's real person, but only Qing Ming was alone, and when her eyes came over, Xu Lin's face unnaturally showed a wry smile: "Uncle Shi!"

Qing Ming Zhenren didn't have any response, but when he turned his gaze, the area shrouded by the sword light also expanded a point, just enough to include Xu Lin.

Qing Ming's actions strengthened the conjecture in Xu Lin's heart, and compared to the current situation, it is definitely not good, it can also be said to be extremely bad, as everyone knows, this is the purgatory of the world, and the living are not allowed to enter, but they have already entered, and they are still in a relatively central area.

As if to confirm the speculation in Xu Lin's heart, a sharp howl came very suddenly, as sad as a ghost howling in the night wind, but it was even better, but what made Xu Lin frown was that he didn't see the source of this voice at all.

In the endless dark night, there are green phosphorus fires everywhere, the world is also known as ghost fire, at this time, in this scream, those sometimes looming green rays, like blinking the flash in the depths of the eyes, making people's cold hair stand erect at the same time, Qingming's sword roared lowly, a long black silk hair, and it was windless and automatic, in the calm in the depths of his eyes, Xu Lin felt a surging battle intent.

"Follow me!" Qing Ming's voice was cold, with an unquestionable tone.

Xu Lin, who got the order, hurriedly trotted all the way and obediently followed behind Qing Ming, with a slender cone-shaped green mang in his hand, paying careful attention to the changes around him.

The sound of the sword collapsing, one of Kunlun's four sword intent true tricks!

With a sound, it shook its roar, and triggered the amplitude, and in an instant, Qing Ming's posture was vigorous, turning into a sharp white horse, and the human sword was one head to the front, Xu Lin followed closely behind, and the cone-shaped green mang in his hand was also ready to clench in his hand.

When the first ghost, the cloak was scattered, the right face had lost its outline, festering like mud, Xu Lin saw it clearly, this play Ying'er, he was not afraid of Qing Ming's sword, and the five claws became mang, so he grabbed it without scruples.

Without saying a word, in the depths of Qing Mingzhen's eyes, the fierce color flashed, and the sword light stirred, and the powerful ghost didn't even say a word, and immediately turned into a cloud of smoke, which was instantly annihilated under the white sword light.

Qing Ming Zhenren's castration did not decrease in the slightest, and the sword was everywhere, as before, there was no resistance, but to Xu Lin's surprise, not only the previous powerful ghost, more and more yin qi converged and formed, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them were already surrounded.

"Your mother, a ghost, is still so afraid of death?" While Xu Lin scolded fiercely in his heart, a tall ghost like a black ape, with a big waist and a round waist, rushed over without regard to Qingming Zhenren after he beheaded three ghost creatures in a row.

With a cold snort, Qing Ming Zhenren's eyes flashed with a cold light, his wrist flipped over, and the sound of the sword crashing started again, and before the black ape got close, his whole body trembled with a shock, and when the sword swept over, it immediately turned into a cloud of black gas, and then disappeared.

Xu Lin frowned, this kind of ghost, this is not the first time he has encountered such a thing, this play should be the spirit of human death, and it also has considerable wisdom, the so-called ghost charming eyes are the embodiment of the wisdom of the living. And these powerful ghosts in front of him, knowing that they are invincible, but they are not afraid, and they come in disregard of life and death, whether it is strange or not, it is really strange!

Raising his eyes and looking at the graceful figure in front of him, Xu Lin didn't know if Qing Ming Zhenren had thought of this, but he didn't plan to remind him out loud, just blindly followed, looking at her indomitable attitude, resolute and fearless, this may be the true posture that sword cultivation should have.

Sighing at Qing Ming's sword cultivation temperament, and also worried about his current situation, Xu Lin, under the agility of his mind, suddenly urged the immovable sword heart to the extreme, in the black fog, he wanted to capture the abnormal fluctuations, but in the perception after that, Xu Lin frowned.

It can only be described in one word, chaos!

There are no people around, but they are all ghostly, almost ghostly, and the aura of resentment has spread to the end of Xu Lin's perception range, that is to say, this place is completely a ghost town with ghosts everywhere!

Perhaps it is precisely because of knowing this that Qing Ming Zhenren chose the most direct method, kill!

It is really the consistent style of sword cultivation, almost dull actions, but at this time, it has become the best choice, but in the face of these guys who are not afraid of the soul scattering, Xu Lin's pain can only be swallowed in his stomach.

While Xu Lin was thinking about this, after Qing Ming Zhenren strangled several murderous spirits repeatedly, the sword that was originally indomitable suddenly stopped for a moment, and in the air, burst out with sparks.

I saw that in the dark night, standing near Qing Ming and Xu Lin, a burst of white and faint phosphorus fire, scattered on the ground, two points of green fire immediately burned in the air, a tall skeleton almost silver-white, suddenly appeared, holding two bone sticks that looked like thigh bones in both hands, just slapped the sword of Qing Ming Zhenren, the momentum was so fierce that Xu Lin was tense.

But Qing Ming Zhenren was not shaken by the frustration of this sword, he had an obsession in his heart, and the movements in his hands were even simpler.

A thorn, a lotus flower, a pick, frozen nearly a foot away, the tall white bones, before continuing to send out a series of attacks, the whole body has been frozen through, like ice crystals flashing faint white light.

With a slash, Qing Ming Zhenren's sword momentum fell like a spark, and on the ice crystal, it slashed deeply, and then there was a crackling sound, but Qing Ming Zhenren didn't even look at it, leaned forward, and continued to move forward.

And when Xu Lin passed by the ice crystal white bones, it had already turned into ice chips, without any resistance, not only made Xu Lin sigh twice, but also secretly called luck in his heart, fortunately this time he met Qingming, if he was alone here, then the fun would be great.

Kill all the way like this, kill the past, as if in the midst of ten thousand armies, such as entering a no-man's land, the soul of the soul under the sword of Qing Ming Zhenren is unimaginable at this time, and Xu Lin, who was hiding behind her, while guarding the surroundings, the sharp cone Qingmang in his hand also made a few ghosts in a row after a few sword crashes, but his heart became more and more frizzy.

Although Xu Lin knows that at this moment, calmness is crucial, but this ghost thing that can't be killed is really terrifying, and the most fearful thing is that these players are not afraid of ashes, just this kind of fierce and unafraid of death, not to mention Xu Lin, even the sword under Qing Ming Zhenren has begun to slow down.

But at this moment, Qingming Zhenren is much more experienced than Xu Lin. I saw that after she raised her hand and killed the two ghosts in front of her, the sword body was flat, and then she was ready to stab out a sword.

The white cold sword breath, as if it has unparalleled penetrating power, in the vast dark night, it was cold for a while, but it seemed to pierce a space, just in the ethereal distance, the sword light exploded, and the white lotus flowers, pieces scattered in the air, until a soft "Huh!" When he came, he saw Qing Ming Zhenren with a frosty face and said, "I've been holding it for so long, it's time to come out and breathe!" (To be continued......)