This sea is very large, reflecting the sky overhead, there are many cracks and holes in the sky, like someone else's eyes peeping in the dark, Xu Lin withdrew his divine sense from the bottom of the sea, but looked at the fog in front of him.

One side of the world, there will naturally be a side of the overlord, but Xu Lin suddenly felt that this place was very small, so small that it was unbearable for him, like a beast that was suffocated in a cage, and the ghost emperor below was even more aggravating the change in Xu Lin's feelings, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of irritability that could not be suppressed.

One inhales a hundred melts, one embraces a hundred rivers, the ghost emperor is full of evil energy, Xu Lin is full of blood, but whether it is evil qi or blood qi, they are all murderous, all living beings have a hundred spirits, they can melt the spirit and turn into a weapon, and then use their own body, they can use their bodies as tools and spirits as the foundation.

This is a truth, and it is also a sudden realization, suddenly Xu Lin understood his original induction, and suddenly felt relieved in his heart, but he thought about heaven and earth, and himself, that should be something, Xu Lin should take it back.

But the Ghost Emperor is like a mountain, the mountain can only be looked up, it needs to be climbed, it needs to wait, and Xu Lin and others get up, the world is in chaos, the world is in chaos, what else can't wait?

The northwest of the northwest is an opportunity to fight with the Ghost Emperor, even if the other party intends to release water, or is simply playing with himself, no matter what, Xu Lin's harvest today is a truth, a big truth.

So with a wave of his hand, the golden-scaled python that was still confronting the Ghost Emperor below, suddenly, bent his body, and at a time of ejection, under the Ghost Emperor's very surprised gaze, this play Ying'er actually ran away.

Xu Lin took back his sword and inserted it back into his waist, while the Ghost Emperor was still being suppressed by the sea of blood, or rather, the Ghost Emperor himself had a thought and didn't want to come out by himself, so Xu Lin got up and left.

If you want this fierce sea of blood, then give it to you, but before leaving, Xu Lin used his fingertips to insert his heart, twisted out a little golden-red blood bead from it, and dripped it on this sea.

Xu Lin's sudden rise made everyone, including Qingyu Zhenren, inexplicable for a while, just let the Ghost Emperor go?

And what about this sea of blood?

"Leave anyone who wants to die!" Such a lukewarm sentence made people feel chilled, but when everyone looked at the sea that was beginning to flow in waves, they thought of a lot of bad things, and no one hesitated, and they also followed Xu Lin to break through that side of the world.

On the Demon Desolation Palace, the Demon Lord was looking at it, but he didn't expect it to be such a result that was not the result, Xu Lin threw down a sea of blood, and the Ghost Emperor regarded it as a treasure and didn't want to leave again, so they just left in such a grand manner, but the Demon Lord was unwilling.

When he appeared again, the long flowing hair, echoing in the air, even at a glance, people can remember the man for a lifetime, just appeared suddenly, and then stood in front of everyone with his hands behind his back and a leisurely look.

This sky is not like the previous sea of blood, boundless, but since the appearance of this white-headed man, the heavens and the earth have risen and fallen, and it seems that they are all for the purpose of reflecting the person in front of him.

Qing Yu Zhenren's face has already become extremely pale, and it is difficult for this Kunlun old man to go deep into the northwest of the Great Northwest alone, first being chased and intercepted by many masters of the Demon Sect and the Ghost Gate, and finally facing one of the four in the world, the Ghost Emperor.

And now, when he faced the demon lord again, at the end of the strong crossbow, he suddenly felt that the strength around his body had already been drained, this was really a miserable situation where there was a wolf in front of him and a tiger in the back, and he suppressed an extremely powerful ghost emperor, and there was a demon lord who was in the world, Qingyu Zhenren couldn't help but smile bitterly, but he looked at Xu Lin beside him. Looking forward to this guy, can he still smash a big piece of the sea?

Xu Lin's face was as white as paper, his brows had already wrinkled into the word "Chuan", and the sea of blood that he had just given up was snatched by Xu Lin from the bloodstained Daoist and thrown out, of course, his heart was greatly damaged. And on this trip to the northwest, he did think about the worst situation for the old acquaintance in front of him, that is, to meet the person in front of him once, but he didn't expect to come so quickly.

However, with many plans in advance, or words prepared in advance, when facing the demon lord, thousands of words will eventually become empty, and Xu Lin, who can't spit out half a word, has no intention of doing anything, it is an instinctive fear.

The demon lord didn't speak, Xu Lin didn't speak, the most noisy blood-killing monk in the black bird camp became mute, and Qingyu Zhenren was gloomy and didn't want to speak.

There were no birds in the air, only a faint bloody breath in the distance, this place was not too far from the sea of blood that Xu Lin threw down, but the demon lord was here, and his eyes were always only at Xu Lin alone.

Touched the golden snake head on his waist, it was his sword, Xu Lin's eyes met the gaze of the demon lord, but he still didn't speak, as always, in silence, the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

The demon lord was breezy and light, with white hair and a shawl, Xu Lin looked cautious, pressed the hand on the hilt of the sword, and puffed up his green tendons, and the black bird camp behind him already looked like a great enemy.

Hey laugh, the cold and silent sky, such a casual chuckle, but it is so harsh, there is a feeling of meeting a ghost in the night.

"Gone!"

As soon as the demon lord's words fell, Xu Lin's waist was surrounded by a compelling golden light, but this golden light was really as people often say, the light of rice grains, and dare to compete for the light of the moon?

So when Xu Lin came back to his senses again, what came into his eyes was a big mountain, a mountain after a mountain, and a big hall, but in that highest position, it was like a sharp sword that went straight into the sky.

Xu Lin was not much shocked, he still had his golden snake sword pinned to his waist, as if the sword had not been moved at all, and in front of him, the man with white hair and shoulders was still in front, walking step by step, as if he was swimming in a garden.

Xu Lin didn't look back behind him, because there was no one behind him, his black bird camp, and his so-called uncle, they had long been teleported to by the person in front of him.

In the face of the Ghost Emperor, he was still able to fight against him without fear, why did he not mention a trace of fighting intent in Xu Lin's heart after being replaced by the Demon Lord?

He himself was also confused, so his gaze returned to the tall back in front of him, a line of stone steps, in the case of intentionality, the two seemed to walk very slowly, but in a few breaths, they had already come to the location of a large hall, which was the very top of this black mountain peak.

When Xu Lin looked at these two words, he could vaguely feel a particularly familiar breath, the majestic aura between the sword blades, with the vigorous atmosphere of the sea, but in the gap between the strokes, it disappeared in a flash.

The demon lord had already walked into the hall, and the remnant sun in the sky outside had dyed the interior and exterior of the hall golden, and when the demon lord turned around, Xu Lin was still standing outside the hall, staring at those two words in a daze.

Without disturbing Xu Lin, the demon lord turned his head to look at the woman in white sitting on top of the bronze giant tripod, his eyes were soft, and then he looked at the blood flowing around him, as if he was also thinking about something.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Xu Lin's eyes moved away from the plaque, but in his heart, the originally calm mood was constantly rippling, especially the qi in the Dan Mansion, which was filled with a strange sword breath, which was different from his natal sword intent, but it seemed to be implicated.

Suddenly, Xu Lin remembered the day of the tribulation, the old man in white did leave a sword for himself, but why in the northwest of this northwest, where there should not be any induction, there was a trace of mutual fit?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Xu Lin turned his gaze to the overall layout of the Demon Soul Palace, which was very simple, there were no carved railings and pavilions, nor elaborate jade screen decorations, only a bronze hall that Xu Lin had seen, and a beautiful woman with an elegant appearance.

The demon lord looked at Xu Lin, pointed to the chessboard that was empty on the ground and said, "Let's have a game?" (To be continued......)