The sea was very big, reflecting the sky above. There were many cracks and holes in the sky, just like someone else's eyes peeping in the dark. Xu Lin withdrew his consciousness from the bottom of the sea, but looked at the helpless eyes in front of him. See the fog of people. *,, There will naturally be an overlord in a world, but Xu Lin suddenly felt that this place was very small, so small that it was unbearable, like a beast trapped in a cage, and the Ghost Emperor below was even more It was intensifying the change in Xu Lin's feeling, which made him feel an uncontrollable irritability. Inhaling hundreds of melts and absorbing hundreds of rivers, the Ghost Emperor is full of evil spirits, and Xu Lin is full of blood energy. But whether it is evil spirits or blood energy, they all come from killing people. There are hundreds of spirits in living beings, and they can be melted into spirits and transformed into weapons, and then used in their own bodies. Then you can use the body as a tool and the spirit as the foundation. This is a truth, and it is also a sudden realization. Suddenly Xu Lin understood the feeling he had at the beginning, and suddenly felt relieved, but he also thought about the things he should have with the world, with himself, Xu Lin Lin should get it back. But the Ghost King is like a mountain. A mountain can only be looked up at, needs to be climbed, and needs to wait. Xu Lin can wait. The world is in chaos, the world is in chaos, what else can't wait? The northwest of the northwest is an opportunity, and the world is in chaos. In the Ghost King's battle, even if the other party deliberately lets off the enemy, or is simply playing tricks on him, in any case, what Xu Lin gained today is a truth, a big truth. So with a move of his hand, the golden-scaled python that was still confronting the Ghost Emperor below suddenly bent its body, and when it ejected, under the very surprised look of the Ghost Emperor, this toy actually ran away. Xu Lin took back his sword and inserted it into his waist again, while the Ghost Emperor was still being suppressed by the sea of ??blood. In other words, the Ghost Emperor himself had thoughts and didn't want to come out on his own, so Xu Lin got up and left. If you want this ferocious sea of ??blood, I'll give it to you. But before leaving, Xu Lin inserted his fingertips into his heart, squeezed out a little golden-red blood droplet, and dripped it on the This sea. Xu Lin suddenly stood up, leaving everyone including Master Qingyu confused for a while. Are you just letting the Ghost Emperor do it? And where is this sea of ??blood? "Keep those who want to die!" Isn't such a cold statement? The indifferent words made people feel chilled, but when everyone took another look at the sea that was beginning to wave, they thought of many bad things. No one hesitated anymore and followed Xu Lin to break through that world. In the Demon Desolate Palace, the Demon Lord was looking at it with enthusiasm, but he did not expect such a result that was not the result. Xu Lin dropped a sea of ??blood. The Ghost Emperor regarded it as a treasure and did not want to leave again, so they did it openly. He left again, but the Demon Lord was unwilling again. When he appeared again, his flowing long hair echoed in the air. Even just one glance could make people remember the man for a lifetime. He appeared so suddenly, and then stood with his hands behind his back, looking leisurely and contented. In front of everyone. This sky is not as boundless as the previous sea of ??blood, but since the white-headed man appeared, the ups and downs of the sky and the earth seem to be all to set off the person in front of him. Master Qingyu's face had already turned extremely pale, and it was difficult for this old Master Kunlun to go deep into the northwest of the Great Northwest alone. First, he was chased and intercepted by many masters from the Demon Sect and the Ghost Sect, and finally he faced off against four enemies in the world. One of them, the Ghost Emperor. But now, when he faced the Demon Lord again, at the end of his strength, he suddenly felt that all the energy in his body had been drained away. This was really a tragic situation with a wolf in front and a tiger in the back. He suppressed an extremely powerful Ghost King. Another demon lord came to the world. Master Qingyu couldn't help but smile bitterly, but he looked at Xu Lin beside him. Are you expecting this guy to smash down a large sea? Xu Lin's face is as pale as paper, and his brows have already wrinkled into the word "Chuan". The sea of ????blood that he just gave up was snatched by Xu Lin from the Bloodstain Taoist. If you come here and throw it away, of course your mind will be greatly damaged. And during this trip to the northwest, he did think about the worst-case scenario for this old acquaintance in front of him, which was to meet him once, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. However, all the plans or prepared words beforehand came to nothing when facing the Demon Lord. Xu Lin, who could not utter even a single word, had no intention of taking action at all. It was just instinct. a kind of fear. The Demon Lord didn¡¯t speak, Xu Lin didn¡¯t speak, the most clamorous blood-killing monk in Wuque Camp became mute, and Master Qingyu was so gloomy that he didn¡¯t want to speak. There are no birds in the sky, only the faint smell of blood floating in the distance. This place is not too far from the sea of ????blood thrown by Xu Lin, but the Demon Lord is here, and his eyes are always only looking at Xu Lin. Touching the golden snake head on his waist, it was his sword. Xu Lin's eyes met the demon lord's eyes, but he still didn't speak. In the silence as always, his murderous intent was awe-inspiring. The Demon Lord has a light face and white hair shawl. Xu Lin has a cautious look on his face. He holds the hand on the hilt of the sword with bulging veins. The Wuqueying behind him already looks like it is facing a formidable enemy. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? off out of laughter, the cold and silent sky, such a casual chuckle, but so harsh, it actually felt like meeting a ghost in the dark. "Let's go!" As soon as the Demon Lord finished speaking, Xu Lin's waist glowed with a compelling golden light, but this golden light was just like what people often say, the light of a grain of rice dares to compete with the bright moon. Hui? So when Xu Lin came back to his senses again, what caught his eyes were mountains, mountains connected to mountains, and halls one after another. But at the highest position, it was like a sharp sword. Straight into the sky. Xu Lin was not much shocked. He still had his golden snake sword on his waist, as if the sword had not been moved at all just now. But in front of him, the man with white hair and shoulders was still walking forward, step by step. , as relaxed and comfortable as if you were visiting a garden. Xu Lin did not look back, because there was no one behind him. His Wuqueying and his so-called uncle had long been teleported to where they were by the person in front. Facing the Ghost King, he was still able to confront the enemy without fear. Why did Xu Lin not have any fighting spirit in his heart after being replaced by the Demon Lord? He himself was also confused, so his eyes returned to the front again. On the tall back, there was a row of stone steps. If they did it intentionally, the two of them seemed to be walking very slowly, but in a few breaths, they had already arrived at a main hall. It was this black The top of the mountain. The two words "Devil's Wilderness" are really confusing. When Xu Lin looked at these two words, he could vaguely feel a particularly familiar aura. The majestic aura between the sword blades had a vastness to it. The atmosphere is vigorous, but in the gaps between the strokes, they disappear again. The Demon Lord had already walked inside the hall. The setting sun in the sky outside dyed the interior and exterior of the hall into a golden color. But when the Demon Lord turned around, Xu Lin was still standing outside the hall, stunned. He looked at those two words. Without disturbing Xu Lin, the Demon Lord turned to look at the woman in white sitting on top of the giant bronze cauldron, with soft eyes. Then he looked at the blood flowing around him, and seemed to be 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 rippling constantly, especially the Qi in the Dan Mansion, which was filled with a wave of energy. The strange sword breath was different from his native sword intention, but it seemed to be involved. Suddenly, Xu Lin remembered the day when he overcame the tribulation. The old man in white had indeed left a sword for himself, but why in the northwest, where there should be no reaction at all, there was a trace of mutual agreement. What does it mean? Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Xu Lin turned his attention to the overall layout of the Demon Soul Palace. It was very simple. There were neither carved pavilions nor elaborate jade screens. There was only a bronze hall that Xu Lin had seen before. and a beautiful woman with an elegant appearance. The Demon Lord looked at Xu Lin, pointed at the empty chessboard on the ground and said, "Let's play a game?" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!