A void-like black hole was formed in the depths of the lake, with layers of ripples accumulating and superimposing, and in the galloping and spinning, in the blood-colored waves, there was the cry and hissing of the soul, even when the thunder was on the verge of disintegration, this huge whirlpool black hole, still like a hungry wolf, finally found its meat.

The Blood Sword is greedy!

The moment he held the hilt of the sword, Xu Lin already knew that this sword weapon, like himself, was driven by desire.

In the constant bombardment of the thunderstorm, the sea of blood turned into a blood sword was beaten with thousands of holes, but in the lake now, these lonely souls and wild ghosts that jumped out of the black hole of reincarnation are the best fertilizer.

Especially at the bottom of the whirlpool, in the center of the whirlpool, a person who is scheming is looking at himself resentfully, but Xu Lin doesn't care, as long as you don't recover to the realm of real people, this place is where you are buried!

Throwing away the blood sword, in the flying of Xu Lin's bloody hair, it turned into a rainbow blood sword, and plunged down, and then entered the blood-colored whirlpool, at the same time, a hideous blood python, like a god's Huo Ran appeared, different from before, the snake swept towards the depths of the lake.

The painting monk is shrouded in a layer of faint gray gas, strange and weird, his eyes flashed with a gloomy gaze, looking at the blood python that rushed towards him, with a wave of the brush in his hand, a picture scroll was immediately formed in the water, but it was a strange fish with a thorn at the top of his head, sharp teeth in his mouth, and an arm, like a human hand, and he faced the huge blood python head-on.

A beam of golden light was dazzling in Xu Lin's palm, and when he could finally use the soul mirror like an arm wave, the painting monk frowned and felt the golden light that suddenly shot at him, and his body couldn't move without saying anything, the vitality in his body. Suddenly, it was blocked, and I could only do it reluctantly.

And not far away, the blood python finally collided with the strange fish that had been drawn temporarily.

In just one round, the huge body of the blood python entangled the strange fish to death, and then in a snake hiss. The body of the strange fish that was tightly wrapped, the body was cracked, and when the blood was overflowing, the blood python sailed towards the painting monk again.

The color was presented, and the painting monk looked at Xu Lin with a calm face: "If you want to play, the little monk will play with you!"

It is not like the golden light and peacefulness of the Yuantong monk, but the strange cold of the gray air, and a spell is pointed out, and it is played at a gallop in the hands of the painting monk. The true scriptures of the Buddha recited in his mouth were somewhat familiar, until Xu Lin reacted, and looked at the painting monk with some surprise: "The Buddha is reincarnated?"

A round of black holes appeared, but it was centered on the painting monk, at the bottom of the blood-colored vortex, when this black hole was wrapped in strange runes. And immediately appeared, a force of anti-suction. But it is the opposite of the void black hole formed by the blood sword.

The two of them were opposed, and an abnormal pulling force was formed in an instant between the two, and the blood python in the middle had its huge body. But he can't move a single bit, even under the fierce struggle.

As soon as his mind moved, Xu Lin revealed a hideous face, implicated in the blood python. When he disappeared in an instant, the gaze in the painting monk's eyes froze, and while his body swelled, his bones and skin began to crack, and finally even his own appearance was on the verge of shattering, until his whole body turned into a black hole of reincarnation.

In the previous battle, Xu Lin listened to the dialogue between the painting monk and the Yuantong monk, and knew the danger, which was the forbidden Buddhism at the cost of his life, but with Xu Lin's understanding of the painting monk, thousands of years of time could not wipe out his will to survive, but the danger in front of him could make this fight want to die together?

The fingers in his hand were urged to shoot out again and again, and the direction where the blood sword had just disappeared suddenly gave birth to a ripple ripple, but what changed randomly was the void black hole, but it became more condensed, different from the previous sword intent to trigger, this is the manifestation of the blood sword itself.

Two rounds of black holes, one red and one black, pull each other with the same absorbing power, but the living souls in it are tormented, and in the blink of an eye, they are pulled to pieces, and even a ghost can't do it.

And Xu Lin turned a blind eye to this, but he wholeheartedly used the sword heart to understand the art and the bloodless heart, and fully sensed the breath of the painting monk, because he never believed that the painting monk could really give up this cheap life!

But just when this confrontation was about to persevere, in the subtleties, Xu Lin suddenly looked back, and when the corners of his mouth drew a strange arc, the direction of the soul mirror turned instantly, but it was shining in the air, not far from Xu Lin.

A phantom appeared, and under the direct light of the golden light, the cold breath was unobstructed, so Xu Lin sneered: "It turns out that the predecessors want to hide and escape!"

After saying this, Xu Lin threw it casually, and a small copper-colored talisman appeared not far from the painting monk, and the painting monk's face gradually appeared, and he looked at Xu Lin with a gloomy face, until he saw the bronze talisman that hit him.

His face was suspicious, and his eyes were straight into his voice: "Twelve Beast Rings?"

Xu Lin said coldly: "Exactly!"

This is an ancient treasure that Xu Lin got from Wang Tianya back then, although it is only the tiger head beast ring among the twelve beast rings, but Xu Lin at the time of returning the Dan could not control it at all, until he advanced to the step void, he had a mental connection, and he could actually feel the eagerness of the tiger head beast ring to try.

"Confinement of living souls, this is not a sharp weapon. However, when he said this, the painting monk smiled disdainfully: "Do you really think that the little monk is one of those demon birds and beasts?"

Xu Lin was stunned when he said this, but it was also a message, could it be that the real use of the twelve beast rings was here?

But now is not the time to think about this, the soul mirror has already hit this guy's body, because the painting monk has dissipated all the ghost energy, and with the blessing of Buddhism, he has a chance to get away, but in front of him, Xu Lin doesn't believe that with his current attitude, can there be another reincarnation black hole?

The galloping tiger head beast ring, when it was about to draw the monk, suddenly when the golden light flashed, it suddenly turned into a white tiger, roaring again and again, opening the tiger's mouth is biting over, but the painting monk is far from being as easy as he said, only to see his body swaying again, and it turned out to be separated from a phantom, regardless of the place where he was imprisoned by the soul mirror before.

Taking this opportunity, the figure of the monk is painted to dissolve the fog, turn around and run, and the process is so fast that it is also in a blink of an eye.

Sneered, Xu Lin despised the painting monk for bluffing just now, and at this time he actually made a turtle with a shrunken head, and he still wanted to get away?

Fingertips dripping blood, condensing blood into a sword, Xu Lin, who had been prepared, pointed at the situation, and hid the swordsmanship in the void with a half-hanger, when he shot hard, the sword breath was far away, just when the painting monk just turned around, a sword slashed, the painting monk screamed in pain, and the body was stunned, but did not stop, but wanted to continue to gallop and escape, but found that the body was imprisoned in mid-air again.

Because Xu Lin's soul mirror has changed direction, and the previous soul phantom has already been turned into a tiger by the tiger's head beast and devoured clean.

As soon as his mind moved, the white tiger, his eyes turned sharply, and he saw the location of the painting monk, and when he pounced again, he still used the previous body method, the painting monk separated a phantom again, and before this phantom condensed, he was slashed by a blood light prepared by Xu Lin in advance, and then the moment it drifted away, Xu Lin smiled and said: "Split the soul, I'm afraid that in today's world, only the predecessors can do it, but I don't know, how many times can you separate!"

"Can't you give the little monk a chance to live?" the painting monk finally shouted in horror, and the white tiger transformed by the tiger's head and beast ring was already close at hand.

"Your vitality is my death, if you die or I die, if you are a senior, can you also give the younger generation a chance?" (to be continued......)