"This is the Demon Clan's exercise, called 'Messy Mirror', I have seen it in the dark. Yi Xinliu said, his eyes showing fear. This kind of spatial fragmentation technique is very unusual, and it is only possible to cultivate it in an environment where the rules are chaotic in the secret land. Yi Xinliu was frightened and envious.

The Terrans usually refer to the Netherlands as the "Badlands", while the demons or demons call them the "Dark Lands". A small title can show the spiritual difference between humans, demons, and demons. From the perspective of natural nature, demons and demons seem to be easier to get along. Among the Terran cultivators in the Longyuan Continent, there are very few who can accept demon cultivators or demon cultivators, and it is even more unique to have a situation like Long Lin with a string of demon cultivators. However, in the hearts of Yi Xin, Liu, Hu Wangcai, etc., Longlin Longbao is not a human race, but a divine dragon, and the demon clan has a soul-like awe to the divine dragon, the most noble creature in the universe, just like plants always have phototropism, which is the undoubted instinct condensed by countless inheritances.

The torn open array revealed a real piece of sky, like a sharp and random piece of azure porcelain at the corner.

After Long Lin brought the two female cultivators into the small world, he raised the shaking light knife wrapped in the scabbard made of Jianmu tree chips. Yi Xinliu on the side only saw his palm "holding it empty" in his eyes and raising it into the air. The scabbard shattered, and a shaky golden glow appeared in the air.

Yi Xinliu heard the sound of a clear whistle of the wind, with a curvature, and it was like a long sharp nail cutting through the strings, and the sound of the strings could not even be heard when they were overlapped.

This knife, too fast.

With just one knife, all the spiritual power lines on the silk bamboo were broken. Tens of thousands of broken lines suddenly retracted and disappeared into the green bamboo. The ground subsided almost simultaneously, and the top of the giant bamboo burst into a painful cracking sound, as if it had been suppressed by an invisible mountain, and it was overwhelmed.

"The Great Array seems to be sinking, my lord. Yi Xinliu reminded with some panic.

Before a word was spoken, the top of the silk bamboo burst evenly, as if it had been violently suppressed by a certain mountain, and dozens of "bamboo pieces" rolled down, like a huge green flower blooming from the ground. A bright yellow viscous substance that is neither gold nor water gushes out of the crack and gurgles down the bamboo body. The juice was golden at first, but soon turned dark yellow, dark yellow, earthy yellow... Obviously, there is at least one spiritual vein here that was absorbed by the Silk Bamboo as a source of spiritual power to support the Great Array, and was extracted and condensed into this golden pulp juice that exuded the aura of extinction.

The yellow slurry continued to gush and splash, becoming denser and denser, like a golden rain, and as soon as it fell on those monks who had just escaped from the shackles of spiritual power, all kinds of smoke came out and sneered, and those poor monks were burned and burned before they even understood what was going on, like a little wax man who only relied on the flames, quickly dissolving... The scene was terrifying.

Long Lin couldn't help but change color, and hurriedly included Yi Xinliu into the small world. Although Yi Xinliu is very confident in his defense, according to Long Lin's observation, these golden juices can restrain almost any attribute of the exercises and spiritual roots, but they do not damage the Emperor Xiu flowers all over the ground, which is extremely weird, and Yi Xinliu's body may not be able to fight against it.

There was no time to regret his recklessness, Long Lin slashed straight in the air, and after a cracking-like sound, the silk bamboo was broken from top to bottom, draining the golden slurry to his location. With a flick of his sleeves, he picked up the gale trick, rolled up the thousands of monks who had not yet been killed or injured, but seemed to have been frightened and ignorant, and threw them from the breach of the great array, while with the other hand he used a shaking knife to pick up the Qiankun bag and the scattered mountains of Dixiu flowers, covering them with unmistakable accuracy over the surging golden "stream".

In the chaos, the black ox cart was still indifferent, and the black ox was still regurgitating something calmly, until Long Lin spit out a golden heart purple flame and threw it into the crack of the silk bamboo, and a trace of strange light flashed in the dark eyes of the bull as dark as the night.

Long Lin stretched out his hand and patted its head and said, "You can go by yourself." ”

Cow's eyes rippled from its eyes, not knowing whether it was mockery or reproach, and it stopped chewing.

Long Lin flew away from this happy valley where there was no joy to speak of, and looked back to see that the entire valley array was burned into white ashes by the Golden Heart Purple Flame, revealing a bleak and empty valley, like a huge white porcelain bowl embedded in the mountains with broken edges, and there were no traces of charred black.

The bullock cart was gone.

After flying thousands of miles, Long Lin found a large mirror-like lake, surrounded by high mountains and deep valleys, and the top of the mountain has snow that does not melt all year round, and it is uninhabited. He jumped into the lake, and after seeing that there was nothing unusual, he entered the small world.

Yi Xinliu had already placed the two unconscious nuns. Cui Rutie and Cao Hengli said that judging from the costumes, these two female cultivators should be from the Great Korean Fire Sect and the Jinwumen of the Great Wei Kingdom, and they are all practicing fire-based exercises; Because Long Lin was not there, they didn't dare to make the decision to give them a drink of the dusty purple water of Shenwang Lake.

To everyone's surprise, Long Lin didn't care too much about the two female cultivators, but just told Yi Xinliu to continue to take care of them, and he asked Zi Xi to come to the spirit stone room between him and Long Bao.

After two or three months of not seeing each other, Zi Xi has grown a lot and looks quite strong, no longer the thin appearance of the first time he arrived in the small world. Long Lin checked her pulse, and found that the meridians in her body were different from those of the human race, far wider than those of the human race, strong and strong, more similar to the demon race, but almost all the meridians had been broken, and only a small part remained.

A wisp of his divine sense carefully examined the meridians and bloodlines of Zixi, as if he vaguely saw his own body back then, which was also so desolate and boundless, but there were countless cliffs, abysses, fragmented wastelands, twisted and knotted riverbeds... Despite this, that small part of the meridians was still full of vitality and blood.

In particular, there was an incomparably hard crystal nucleus in her heart, a heart-shaped blood-colored crystal nucleus, which made Long Lin immediately think of the Heart of the Blood Heaven.

His eyes showed a look of sighing, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

He summoned the chrysanthemum and told her to take off her purple breath coat. Purple Breath looked frightened, but still obediently let the chrysanthemum take off.

Zi Xi was wearing a very tight moon-white profane robe, and there was a diamond-shaped scar on her right shoulder. Long Lin nodded, it was the scar left by the spear used by the soldiers of the Fleshthirsty Demon Kingdom to stab her.

Purple Breath was the only surviving demon baby in the blood crystal pool of the Blood Pool Demon Country back then.

Long Lin touched the top of Zixi's head and forehead, but he didn't find any magic horns, and he fell into deep thought.

Zi Xiu didn't know what happened to her sister, she hurried over when she heard the news, and saw Zi Xi standing with her bare arms, her coat in Mao Juhua's hand, Long Lin's palm pressed on her hair and she was silent, and she suddenly turned pale with fright, and stood tremblingly behind Zi Xi, not daring to make a sound.

Long Lin's mood was very complicated, he didn't expect that the baby girl in the Blood Crystal Pool would wander around and wander back then, and even go to Fengqi Continent, and even enter his small world and become a stoker boy! Back then, he assisted the Flesh-Loving Demon Kingdom in attacking the Blood Pool Demon Kingdom just to protect himself, not to have any holidays and hatred with the Blood Pool, and he later learned that the babies in the Blood Crystal Pool were all descendants of the royal family of the Blood Pool Demon Kingdom, that is to say, Zixi's identity was originally the princess or county lord of the Blood Pool Demon Kingdom.

Thinking that her country was ruined and her family was ruined, and she was tortured, all thanks to herself, Long Lin felt unspeakable guilt in his heart. He looked at the frightened Purple Breath and said gently, "Purple Breath, you have suffered. ”

Both the Purple Siblings looked confused.

Long Lin checked Zixiu's condition again, and found that his Heavenly Spirit Root was really not covered, even in such a unique environment with rich spiritual energy in the small world, his entry was pitifully small, and he was still spinning in the early stage of Qi refining... Under the inquiry, Zi Xiu was happy, saying that he felt full of energy recently, and his eyesight was much stronger, and he could see it clearly when he was stealing the fairy plant "Blue Flame Fruit" by Shenwang Lake... Xue Dippy, who had been eavesdropping on the sidelines, screamed in fright: "Which eye do you see me... Eaten?"

Butler Li Duoshou, who arrived just in time, had an angry look in his eyes that almost cut her with a thousand knives.

Zi Xiu was always a little dumbfounded, and said with a stiff neck: "I saw both eyes!!"

Xue Zhanyi didn't dare to attack in front of Long Lin, she could only glare angrily, her big brown-green eyes flashed with a compelling golden light, Zi Xiu raised her head and looked at her, but she didn't blink.

Long Lin smiled, but he didn't care: "Staining clothes is the essence of wood fire, if you don't eat something with fire attributes, the whole person will be uncomfortable..."

Li Duoshou pointed out angrily and timidly that the black sheep of the herd can only be called a bird at best, and cannot be regarded as a human being.

Long Lin intently examined Zixiu's eyes, and found that his pupils did seem to be different from those of the human race, floating a faint layer of purple, and this purple was uncertain, shrinking and contracting, like smoke and mist, as if it was growing and swallowing. Although I don't know why, I'm happy for him, and I think it's also a path of cultivation.

Li Duoshou found that Long Lin was very pitiful to the Zixiu and Zixi brothers and sisters, and he also changed his contemptuous attitude towards them, raised his old face, and praised Long Lin and Long Bao's unparalleled benevolent merits to them.