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Volume 3: Human Skin Coat Chapter 493: Murderous Intent

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    As if he had had a long dream, when the blood-killing monk opened his eyes again sleepily, he saw a desert of sand around him, a dark sky filled with flickering stars, and a cold moon.  In the sky, it was very cold in the northwest at night, and Monk Xuesha couldn't help but shiver.  Suddenly, he found that there were people standing around him, and Taoist Yingzhuan saw that Monk Xuesha had woken up. He couldn't help but cover his mouth and hissed, signaling him to be silent.  Following the gaze of Taoist Yingzhuan, the blood-killing monk looked to the other side, only to find that he was the leader of his group. At this moment, he was squatting on the ground, and there was also a person lying on the ground, unconscious.  .  But what surprised Monk Xuesha was that the leading hand at this moment was gently soothing the man's forehead. Monk Xuesha clearly recognized that the person was none other than one of the four leaders of Kunlun.  Qingyu Zhenren of Yi.  Xu Lin¡¯s hand was very white. I don¡¯t know why, but in the pitch-black night, the slender hand was so obviously white that the blood-killing monk trembled for no reason.  If he felt something, Xu Lin glanced at the blood-killing monk, and then returned his gaze to Master Qingyu. At this moment, Master Qingyu was breathing steadily, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to have lost any consciousness.  A ray of blood light burst out at the right time, from between Xu Lin's five fingers. The light was sharp and dazzling at first, then became soft and abnormally soft, and slowly began to penetrate into Qing Yu's forehead.  Xu Lin's expression also became more solemn. As for the monks from Wuqueying in the distance, they held their breath and watched Xu Lin's next actions.  A little red light condensed on his fingertips, and then turned into a ferocious little blood-red snake. The moment Xu Lin lifted up Qingyu's clothes, the little blood-red snake twisted its body, and the light disappeared in a flash.  , but it penetrated directly into Qingyu's belly button.  Xu Lin¡¯s solemn brows finally relaxed, and there was a hint of smile in the corner of his eyes. Presumably, the Demon Lord had already thought that this old guy would definitely not be able to return to Kunlun, so the method of banning his god was different.  Sitting on the floor, Xu Lin twirled his fingers. He said nothing to the monks in Wuque Camp, but none of them dared to come over because they didn't understand why Xu Lin did this, and they clearly witnessed it.  Xu Lin did indeed do this.  Kunlun and Xu Lin, these two names kept swirling in everyone's minds, but they still couldn't figure out the mystery, and no one dared to ask, so the atmosphere was as cold as the cold wind at night, bone-chilling.  A groan was extremely clear and audible in such a quiet night. Everyone in Wuque Camp turned their attention to the once extremely noble man on the ground.  But Xu Lin just sat next to him and said in a soft voice, "Uncle, you're awake." After a long time, Master Qingyu finally regained consciousness. He looked around and then looked at the people nearby.  Xu Lin wanted to push himself up, but Xu Lin held him down and said, "Uncle is seriously injured, it's better to rest for a while." There was a trace of doubt in Qingyu's eyes, and then he seemed to  He remembered something, but seemed to have forgotten everything. He asked in a feeble voice, "Why are we here?" Xu Lin rubbed his eyebrows, and then replied helplessly, "Well, disciples too  I don¡¯t know, those people over there, like us, are already here inexplicably.¡± Master Qingyu turned to look at the Wuqueying monk who was almost petrified, with more doubts in his eyes.  Xu Lin said in a more serious tone, "It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. It's better to go back to the mountain quickly."  But it was not easy to attack, and Xu Lin said lazily, "After successive battles, the disciples and the monks in Wuque Camp are exhausted. It is better to have a good rest here tonight and make plans tomorrow." Qingyu Zhenren.  He tried hard to support his body again, but his limp limbs couldn't use any strength at all. His face became gloomy for a while, and Master Qingyu stopped talking.  Xu Lin winked at the blood-killing monk again. The latter was still confused at first, but then he was kicked hard by Taoist Yingzhuan. He suddenly woke up and hurriedly ran to Xu Lin and Master Qingyu.  , built a bonfire, and then cowardly stepped aside.  The red flames had a warm temperature, forcing away the cold air around them. Xu Lin really closed his eyes like an old monk in trance and said no more words, while Qing Yu's eyes were always wide open.  , the depths of his eyes sometimes flashed with a vigilant light.  The monks in Wuque camp also lit a bonfire. Everyone gathered around and sat with their heads buried in silence, but their eyes glanced at Xu Lin from time to time, with an expression on his face.It's just a little more complicated.  This night is a very long night for those who are full of worries, but for those who are afraid, it is like a year.  So when half of the red sun rose in the sky, the solemn atmosphere did not seem to be alleviated much. On the contrary, it became even more severe.  Because Xu Lin's eyes had opened and were falling on Master Qingyu's face, and he said in a calm voice, "Uncle, let's get on the road." Master Qingyu nodded, his face was extremely pale and ugly, but Xu Lin was very  He patiently lifted him up, and then the blood-killing monk carried him on his back. When they escaped from the light together, they officially headed east.  The escaping light of Wuqueying was very big, including Xu Lin, standing next to Zhenren Qingyu, and then asked softly, "Uncle, what did you find out during this trip to the northwest?" Qing  Master Yu turned his head to one side with twinkling eyes, almost not looking at Xu Lin, but then he suddenly saw Xu Lin asking a question, and had to turn his head, "The Demon Sect is secretive, and it is difficult to find out anything substantial. I'm going to  Not long after that, he revealed his identity in the northwest and has been hunted down ever since. If he hadn¡¯t met you, he might never have been able to return to Kunlun Mountain. "Xu Lin pretended to have a look of pity on his face, and then said, "Demon Sect."  When he said the word "two words", the one who gritted his teeth showed a look of resentment, but in his heart, he kept sneering.  From last night until now, my uncle has never mentioned the name of the Demon Lord, and he has never mentioned a word about what happened before.  Xu Lin raised his eyes to look at Master Qingyu again, and said with a hint of caution in his tone, "Disciple, this time, I have gained a lot." As soon as these words came out, the blood-killing monk who was carrying Master Qingyu behind his back,  A layer of white hairy sweat immediately appeared on his forehead, and the other monks of the Wuque Camp were all the same. Although they were still looking straight ahead, their ears were raised here.  With a bitter smile, Master Qingyu looked at Xu Lin, "My nephew is a person with great fortune. He has advanced to the realm of real people in just a few years. And this time, I owe my life to my nephew.  After arriving at the door, I must thank my nephew." Xu Lin smiled and cursed in his heart, "Senior Brother Lao." "Master Lao."  After a few shirks, Xu Lin no longer had the intention to continue playing around, so he changed the topic, "Then what should I do if my uncle cannot return to Kunlun this time?" After hearing this, Master Qingyu's expression immediately changed.  , while Xu Lin continued leisurely, "It's better to know some things than not to know, don't you think so, uncle?" Seeing that Xu Lin had already tried to figure it out, Master Qingyu's face suddenly turned gloomy.  Coming down, his eyes were fixed on Xu Lin's slightly playful smile, and he shouted "Evil disciple!" Xu Lin said "Alas!" as if in response, but the sarcasm in his eyes was clear again, facing the front.  Master Ying Zhuan made a gesture, and the light immediately stopped, landing near a steep hillside. Under Xu Lin's smiling gaze, the blood-killing monk carefully placed Master Qingyu on the ground, letting his back rest on it.  On the cliff, he lowered his head and stepped aside respectfully.  "This son has disobeyed and rebelled against the master. Are you going to join him?" Master Qingyu's voice had become extremely hoarse, and the collective silence of the monks in the Wuque Camp made the old Taoist even more resentful.  , yelled loudly, but saw Xu Lin step forward leisurely and said, "Although this place is not surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is still a good place to be buried. Master, look at it, at a glance, you can see the vast northwest desert.  In my eyes, my nephew is still putting himself in your shoes!" Master Qing Yu continued to scold, but Xu Lin had already stood next to him condescendingly, made a shushing gesture, and then poked his head towards Qing Yu.  In the ear of Master Yu, he said in a voice as loud as a mosquito, "Uncle Qingming, we are waiting for you below!" To be continued.  .  .  .  .  
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