One month, neither long nor short, Xu Lin chewed a piece of grass in his mouth. After chewing it to pieces, he spit it out again, picked another piece and put it into his mouth. He saw that the original emerald green color changed at a speed visible to the naked eye. , gradually replaced by withered gray. [ ] When he spat out another mouthful, a dark cloud floated in the sky. As the howling cold wind blew, Xu Lin's mouth naturally showed a smile. Mingluan came. This person who had no contact with Xu Lin looked at the man lying lazily on the side of a big stone. He didn't seem to look at himself, but just looked at the wandering clouds in the sky. He frowned slightly and looked at Xu Lin, who was close at hand, with complex eyes. Deep in Mingluan's heart, there suddenly seemed to be a fire burning, which made him very painful. Turning his face sideways, there was a trace of surprise on his sickly face, which was as pale as paper, and then the corners of his mouth raised. Xu Lin still did not get up, and his eyes turned to Mingluan's face faintly. "You want to kill me?" The voice was very soft, as erratic as fallen leaves in the wind. It was just a casual voice, but it extinguished the fire in Mingluan's heart in an instant. He felt cold, a cold murderous intention coming from afar, but it was not the young man in front of him, but the dark clouds on the horizon. Mingluan seemed to be able to feel countless strands of killing intent as cold as the cold wind, blowing hard on his face. What made him feel most humiliated was that he actually realized that at that moment, he had Undue fear. And he just looked at himself indifferently. The depths of his eyes were as clear as water, without any strange waves. He just looked at himself so quietly. Mingluan's face turned pale, and he actually had the same expression as the young man in front of him. color. "This is the jade slip used to communicate with the master." Mingluan gritted his teeth and handed over a jade slip. Xu Lin didn't get up to pick it up, which made Mingluan's hand awkwardly stuck in the air. He threw it to Xu Lin, but he didn't have the courage to do so. He could only stare at the other person, his face changing. "I know!" Xu Lin's eyes retracted from Mingluan's face, and then he looked at the dark clouds on the horizon, with the same smile on his face as before. When Mingluan wanted to say something else, the jade in his hand Jane was suddenly grabbed by another hand. Subconsciously letting go, when Mingluan looked at Xu Lin again, he found that there was an extra person beside him at some point. He was a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest, with a sinister look on his face. Staring at himself, the withered paw, after taking the jade slip, stood respectfully back behind Xu Lin, and then disappeared. Such a scene could make Ming Luan break into a cold sweat. He was so close, and relying on Bu Xu's advanced cultivation, Ming Luan didn't even notice that there was someone hiding beside Xu Lin. If he had just taken action, then now , he must have been dead in a different place. He bowed slightly to Xu Lin. This was a courtesy that should not be done. As a disciple of Kunlun, Mingluan really bowed to Xu Lin, and then left quickly without looking back. Xu Lin, who was lying on the bluestone slab, never looked at Mingluan again. It wasn't until this man completely disappeared from the consciousness of his consciousness that the corner of Xu Lin's mouth once again slightly outlined a strange smile. radian. "Trash!" These words were said abruptly, but they were said by the middle-aged Taoist who stood behind Xu Lin and showed his figure again. But Xu Lin just lay there quietly, then closed his eyes, and didn't speak for a long time, until the dark clouds on the horizon slowly floated over Xu Lin's head under the influence of the feeling, He uttered one word coldly: "Read!" The middle-aged Taoist standing beside him quickly took out the jade slip in his hand, and then whispered the words on it. Xu Lin listened calmly, and the middle-aged Taoist read carefully, but above his head, there was still the long-lasting black cloud. The word "xiong" appeared on the white paper one stroke at a time. The person who wrote it had a solemn face, and the pen in his hand seemed to have mobilized all the energy and spirit in his body, pouring all into this one word, until there was someone behind him. Come, Master Qinghong finished writing the last stroke, and then said lightly: "How is it?" Looking at the tall back of the respected master, Mingluan lowered his head and saluted: "It's done." Seemingly aware of something, Master Qinghong's The corners of his mouth turned up: "It doesn't seem to be going well." Mingluan didn't make a sound, which made Master Qinghong turn around in surprise, only to see that his favorite disciple had a look of despair on his face. As if aware of Master Qinghong's gaze examining him, Mingluan raised his head and glanced at Master Qinghong, but just this glance made Mingluan's face turn red all of a sudden, and he lowered his head again. Master Qinghong no longer looked at his beloved disciple, but only looked at the word he had just written. After a long time, he asked again: "It seems that Wuqueying has been integrated by Xu Lin." Mingluan's voice was trembling. He replied: "Yes!"After that, he stopped talking and still lowered his head. "In one month, he actually did it!" Master Qinghong looked out the window into the distance, seeming to be thinking about something, and then laughed again: "But you can't do it." A trace of light appeared on Mingluan's face. It was ferocious, but it disappeared in an instant without any words. "Take this word." Master Qinghong handed the character "xiong" he had just written to Mingluan, who was still bowing his head. When the latter took it carefully, he heard Master Qinghong say: "Think about it carefully. !¡± The sunset reflects the rainbow light all over the sky, quietly spreading a touch of red on the horizon of Kunlun. There was a wind blowing, and in the gradually darkening sky, the burning clouds were as red as blood, but they were blown away by a gust of wind. Master Qinghong stood by the window, looking at the beautiful scenery that he had seen for countless years, but There is no gentle warmth in the corners of the eyes, just a coldness like frost and snow. When the crow flew into the sky, the wind from the vibration of its wings seemed to blow away all the red clouds. Even though the black traces hidden in the sky could not be seen, Master Qinghong knew that Xu Lin was gone. At the same time, in the sky, Xu Lin was indeed facing the red sunset, looking at the majestic Kunlun Mountains below him, looking at the streams of flying light that shuttled through the Kunlun formation, and also Looking at the main peak of Lianxia from the window corner, he could only glance at it because he was disgusted. He hates all those who order him, hates those who are self-righteous, but Xu Lin still took that look, but nothing happened as he imagined. He deliberately made things difficult for Ming Luan because Xu Lin wanted Master Qinghong to understand his disgust. , Although this is not what a smart person should do, Xu Lin did it without any scruples. So what about Master Qinghong¡¯s expression? He just tolerated it blindly. He did this to the ancestor of Kunlun, and he did the same to himself. As for the person in front, it was because of the gap in strength. What about himself? Xu Lin pursed his lips and said, A sharp blade that is about to reveal its edge? Do you think you can really hold the hilt of your sword? Xu Lin's face began to become cold, and the faces of those behind him were also cold, as if they felt Xu Lin's anger, so They are angry too. The soul-burning blood breath, implanted into the bodies of these people, can connect Xu Lin and them to each other, including some obvious emotional changes, but for the monks of Wuque Camp, it is the most deadly poppy. After Xu Lin got the rights he wanted, he already had a rough plan in mind on how to firmly control these people. While these people had just been freed from the predicament and had not yet fully recovered, Xu Lin sacrificed his own blood, and then implanted the soul-burning blood breath into these people's bodies, just like poisoning them. Xu Lin can clearly feel the heat of no one's body, which is the warmth of donating blood, but when a thought arises, he can let that drop of donated blood absorb all the energy and spirit of the living person, turning it into A mummy like the old bark of a dead tree. This method is very crude, but simple and very effective, because people are afraid of death, especially those who are cultivators, they are even more afraid of death, but Xu Lin is not blindly cruel, he promises these people benefits, and in After he gets what he wants, they can do what they want. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? After completing a task, those who like women can go to a brothel or a good family. This is Xu Lin's request, so Xu Lin always tells them, think about those years of being imprisoned. They accepted Xu Lin in a practical way. Even if they were a little uncomfortable at first, when Xu Lin used the soul-burning blood breath again and again, the pain could definitely make a person surrender, so Xu Lin now has his own team. , there are also people who are willing to follow him to the death, because they can't let him die. If he dies, they will all die too. Xu Lin likes this method very much, and even dreams of how one day, how can everyone under the sky be like this. Thinking about his current state, Xu Lin looked at the red sun with only half of his face left, and couldn't help but laugh again. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!