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Volume 3: Human Skin Coat Chapter 478: Kill the World

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    Outside the Kunlun Mountains, the sky is like a bridge of clouds, flashing with psychedelic seven-color lights, and speeding past like meteors and flying fire. Xu Lin raised his head and looked at the clouds and mists that were broken by the escaping light, his eyes  He narrowed his eyes slightly, and behind him, a group of silent people stood up, wearing uniform black robes covering their bodies, with a bird embroidered on the chest that was trying to escape.  ~~~~ "Is this about to start?" Xu Lin, who was talking to himself, looked at Kunlun Headmaster in front of him again, his eyes moved slightly, and the latter chuckled intentionally or unintentionally, which made Xu Lin's whole body  Chills.  "The Wuque Camp is in your hands. After a month of integration, there will be a task." Looking at Qinghong Zhenren, who he was increasingly unable to figure out, Xu Lin started to have thoughts about being with Xini, but the person in front of him  This person always makes him feel cold and has many worries.  "Is that what the ancestor means, or is it what you mean, the master?" Xu Lin finally couldn't help but say it out. Master Qinghong still had a smile on his face, but he squinted at him from the corner of his eye.  Lin's glance, just this one glance, made Xu Lin feel a chill in his heart, and at the same time he felt a vague sense of murderous intent.  "It's Kunlun's intention!" After a long time, Xu Lin turned around and looked at the twenty-two people in front of him. Even though they had come out of the ban, these people were obviously still in a state of confusion. He frowned, curled his lips, and couldn't help but think again.  Thinking of Master Qinghong's ingenious answer, Kunlun? He sneered, Xu Lin laughed and said: "Then who can represent Kunlun?" On the back mountain of Lianxia Peak, the Demon Lord gently played on the jade chessboard.  He dropped a white seed, and then glanced at the ancestor Xuande in front of him with a half-smile. He saw that his face was gloomy, but he didn't say anything. Since the last catastrophe, this old friend of his has been almost always  With such a look on his face, he got used to it.  He took out a black stone from the chess bowl and raised his hand hesitantly. Xuande's frowning brows wrinkled and opened, opened and wrinkled again. He simply twisted his two fingers hard, and the chess pieces immediately turned into one.  The pile of powder could not dispel the anger on Xuande's face, and he snorted coldly: "Trash!" And outside the pavilion, there was a plop, and an old man in gray knelt down in panic.  On the ground, he didn't dare to fart, and his body was even trembling slightly, feeling extremely nervous.  "Then Xu Lin is also a very interesting guy." The Demon Lord watched as Xuande Ancestor picked up a piece again and finally landed it on the chessboard. He glanced at the old man in gray who was kneeling in the distance and said.  : "In the first stage of a real person, you already have this kind of cultivation and strength, which also corresponds to the swords you used when you overcame the tribulation. But you have to understand that you have to hold the hilt of a sharp sword at all times."  The specious words, to the ears of a mature person, are a natural reminder. However, when Patriarch Xuande thought about Master Qinghong's character and looked at the words and instigation of the demon master in front of him, he somehow felt that  He suddenly smiled and said nothing, as if he had a calculated look on his face, which made the Demon Lord feel nervous and said nothing more.  For the King of Jinting who had broken through Xuzhou City, this fat piece of meat from the Central Plains had already become his meal. But at this time, the King was sweating profusely and the gloomy look on his brows was like the sudden accumulation of sediment on the grassland.  Like rain clouds, they lingered for a long time. His eyes not only fell on his resting team, but also on a tent that was incompatible with the military camp.  Those of the Demon Sect have no intention of leaving. Although in the past few days, Saint Masters (disciples of the Demon Sect) have come one after another in the light of escape. The more people there are, the more silent they become. This not only makes people who want to take charge of the Central Plains  The royal court was sweating profusely and became anxious.  Finally, at the corner of the tent, with a slight flicker, as if there was a breeze, the leader of the Black Demon Sect had already appeared in front of Wang Ting Khan. Such suddenness made him startled slightly, and the person in front of him was  The Imperial Master, who was covered in black robes, grinned slightly: "Let's go!" This seemed to be an order. For the eagle that stood high on the grassland, it was undoubtedly as humiliating as having its wings plucked out.  , but as the Khan of the entire grassland, he could only accept it, because he remembered the meat on his plate, which exuded the fatal temptation, as if it was right where his breath was, so he remained silent, so he carried out this order.  .  However, when the entire resting team started to take up positions one after another, he suddenly discovered that the tent not far away was still far away without any sign of movement, and that person was also watching  he.  "Kill people, kill as many people as possible!" This is still an order, which is a bit puzzling. In a nationwide war, there is no one who does not kill people, but the great sweat in the royal court heard the chill beyond the words.  It is not just a matter of life and death between soldiers, nor is it a matter of massacring one village or one city. It is about killing people and killing more people. All the Central Plains people who are seen will fall under the scimitar of the prairie cavalry.  It's genocide! The Lord of the Grassland Eagle silently stared at the national master in front of him, who was a little awe-inspiring. The two cold lights shrouded under the black robe were the eyes of evil spirits, spouting bloodthirsty**, but what he cares about is another problem.  "Does the Imperial Master no longer walk with the grassland?" "It's not that he no longer walks with the grassland, but that he doesn't need it!" The black devil stared coldly at the eagle of the grassland, without any awe in his eyes.  "Those monks who are far away in the sky, the Holy Sect will naturally stop them with all their strength. The current war is just a sword fight between people, and there will be no more practitioners involved." The tone was cold, but there was no doubt, but it was  These words made the Khan of the Royal Court look happy. No one in a high position likes to be led by others. It can be said that he hates it deeply. However, in the face of those cultivators in the Central Plains, the reliance on the Holy Sect  , leaving him without any choice. However, from this moment on, the eagle can finally spread its wings freely in the vast sky.  The Royal Court's Golden Tent left amid the sounds of horses neighing and trampling, leaving only one tent behind. In the deathly silence of Xuzhou City, only this tent was so clean, as if it were the white lotus blooming in the ruins, decaying.  In the bloody atmosphere, there is such a charming white.  The northwest of the northwest is regarded by the Central Plains people as the extreme end of the bitter cold land. The yellow sand there can block out the sky and the sun, and the water and grass there are no longer fertile because there is the presence of the devil. It is it that makes this place so desolate, even as a  The disciples of the Demon Sect also think so.  Because at every moment, all they could breathe was the fishy smell of blood, which surrounded the distant hilltop and floated out from there, wandering around the fields.  The smell is very familiar, it is the smell of human beings, and only human blood can have such a fragrance. It is filled with the breath and memory of the deceased during his lifetime. It is a very strange form that lingers around the top of the mountain, like a mist.  , thickly shrouded there, quietly exuding its unique smell.  The Demon Lord looked at the woman on the tripod, holding a wine glass in her hand. The wine was very fragrant, completely different from the smell of blood. It was the aroma of wine that had been aged for countless years.  The Demon Lord doesn't like wine, but one of his close friends does. He used to be so drunk that he wandered around like a soul. But to this day, the Demon Lord's eyes fell on the wine glass in his hand, and his lips moved lightly, but he refused to drink it all.  , just looked at it lightly.  "He's gone!" The Demon Lord's words were very soft. In the empty hall, there was no longer the Ghost Emperor, only him and her, and she sat quietly on the tripod, sucking in those black gourds.  He was exuding blood, but refused to say a word to the Demon Lord, or could not say a word. The Demon Lord thought about the woman's voice and smile during his lifetime, and the tone in which she once spoke to him, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "He is really  It's gone!" " Fighting the sword to the end of the world, wandering around the world, creating a legend of a fairy sword and a strange hero, it was just a simple dream at that time. Today, the Demon Lord looks at the woman opposite, and he is the only one left.  The relationship between enemies and friends is the story between the Demon Lord and Xuan Yu, but it is precisely because of her existence that the story between the two becomes unforgettable and unforgettable.  Hesitating, the Demon Lord poured out the fragrant wine in the wine glass, smelled the faint smell of wine, moved the corner of his mouth, then looked at the hazy sky, and murmured to himself: "Actually, there is still one person in Xijiang Pavilion!" And right there!  At this time, the out-of-the-world woman who was sitting quietly on the bronze tripod seemed to have a strange flower blooming on her face as pale as paper, and her eyes as scarlet as blood suddenly appeared in sudden realization.  Suddenly, a gap opened.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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