The matter of the Mighty Boss is a perfect solution, and people in the outside world think that it is the work of the bloody Grim Reaper! Whether it is the will of God or the actions of the demons, it has nothing to do with Lin Jiumu. However, those subordinates of Weiba, who have seen him wearing a mask, will definitely provide some clues for the police, and they can't break into the police station to kill people, so it's a little troublesome.

"Forget it, they can't find any strong evidence!"

The most important thing now is to improve the strength. In order to better control the White Emperor's killing technique, Lin Jiumu must strengthen his physical training, which is also the only way to buy the next price!

As for who the White Emperor is, he is actually a big skeleton. The white word, the color of the source, is also the meaning of purity and rebirth, representing it to live a new life! Emperor, Jun also. The emperor, the name of the world. is not only a righteous gentleman, but also has the potential to reign over the world.

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The next day, Lin Jiumu went to the place where he fought with Li Yuanguang. The place where they live is in the suburbs, and the fight is even more remote, away from the crowd. When Lin Jiumu arrived there, those corpses were still there, and they had already begun to emit a foul smell.

Looking at Li Yuanguang, who was still dead, Lin Jiumu sighed slightly, people died like lights going out, and all thoughts turned to ashes.

"Since you choose darkness, you should be prepared to face the light! I'm also ready to come to my senses, and I will be killed by the enemy, or I will crush the enemy! This is my path and my mission! Lin Jiumu whispered, he thought of what was sealed under his ancestors, and the road under his feet was still far away!

"Pro!" Lin Jiumu sealed the seal to summon the White Emperor. When he cultivates further, he can summon the White Emperor without sealing. As his ancestors once said in their records: "When you stand at a certain height, climb mountains and seas, chase the stars and the moon, it is a matter of waving your hand." ”

"Hey!" Lin Jiumu once again used essence blood as a guide, opened and strengthened the killing technique, and fused with the White Emperor, and the blood-colored god of death reappeared.

"Whew!" Lin Jiumu slowly recognized himself and calmed down. In this state, blood flames burn on the outermost part of the body, and these blood flames can incinerate flesh and blood.

Lin Jiumu stretched out his hands, closed his eyes, concentrated his thoughts, and injected spiritual power.

"Hoohoo!" I saw two blood-colored flames the size of a human head rising from his hands. Although it resembles a flame, it does not feel the slightest blazing temperature, but has a biting cold.

Lin Jiumu carefully controlled the flames to fall on the corpse, and in an instant, the blood flames attached to it and burned and spread.

Accidentally dripping on the grass, the flowers and plants instantly withered and rotted, and finally disappeared. This is the blood flame that corrodes life.

While Lin Jiumu was doing the aftermath work, he was practicing how to better control the blood flame and control himself under the control of the killing intent.

Time passed minute by minute, Lin Jiumu was busy for a morning, and finally cleaned up. At the same time, he was also able to preliminarily master the blood flame, and under the killing technique, he barely controlled himself from the influence of his tyrannical killing intent.

"What a killer!" Lin Jiumu exclaimed, when the mighty master touched this flame before, he still didn't inject spiritual power, and he wasn't attached to the blood flame with killing intent, so he wasn't burned to death in an instant. Even so, Mighty's hands were corroded to the point that their bones were exposed.

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In the days after the peace, it is a daily cultivation that is close to masochism.

......Every morning, the alarm clock rang on time, and Lin Jiumu got up with sleepy eyes and started a new day. Outside, the mist was shrouded, the morning light was faint, and the old man was still sleeping soundly under the covers!

Da Da Da ......

Syllable! Bang la ......

After a while, Lin Jiumu came out of the bathroom after washing. Instead, he walked to the kitchen.

Now he cooks breakfast by himself every day, and at the same time, he also prepares lunch and makes a bento. The old man is in charge of eating. When it was almost ready, the old man finally got up slowly. After eating and drinking, Lin Jiumu picked up the lunch box and went out to start a day's training.

In the morning, it is a weight-bearing long-distance run of 10,000 meters. The routes he chooses to run are often sparsely populated. Over the mountains, trekking through mountains and rivers, and running to the end, Lin Jiumu's feet became heavier and heavier, as if they were going to grow on the ground. He gritted his teeth and persevered, while slowly running his spiritual power to synchronize with qi and blood, and synchronize with breathing. It is not only to strengthen spiritual power, but also to broaden the meridians, strengthen qi and blood, and make the body's functions more powerful.

The cultivation method handed down by Lin Jiumu's ancestors is called "Jiumu Spirit", and his name is derived from this, which is the masterpiece of the old man, but Lin Jiumu always feels that the old man is too lazy to use his brain, so he decided casually. And his parents went down the mountain when he was just born, and they didn't give him a good name, who knows that he will never return. The old man also wanted to go down the mountain to find his son at that time, but the Lin family had been passed down from generation to generation, he didn't dare, and he couldn't, in case he also went and never returned, there would be no one to take care of this little grandson. In the end, he had no choice but to stay and raise Lin Jiumu to grow up.

"Nine Pastoral Spirits" represents nine acupuncture points, and then a spirit is lodged in each acupuncture point. When all the nine acupuncture points are full, and the spirits echo each other, it is the cultivation to the extreme. However, even Lin Jiumu's most powerful ancestor, Lin Youxian, had only cultivated to the Eighth Realm Emperor Realm and subdued the Eight Spirits. Of course, it is not that the soul people can only accept nine spirits in their lifetime, but each acupuncture point can only host one spirit, so as to stimulate the potential of both parties, while many spirits can only stay in the flesh and blood of the soul person, or follow outside the body. Not the more spirits, the better, every time you cultivate a spirit, you need to consume a lot of essence and energy. A strong person can often tear apart hundreds of enemies with a single spirit.

The nine acupuncture points are two Yongquan points on the soles of the feet, two Xuehai points on the inner thighs, two Shenmen points on the inside of the wrists of both hands, Tianshu points near the navel, the middle of the back to the Yang acupoints, and finally the Baihui points on the top of the head. Corresponding to the nine stages of the Soul Spirit, each time you advance, you can fully open an acupuncture point. Only the acupuncture points that are fully opened can be spiritualized, otherwise the acupuncture points and blood vessels will be injured, causing immeasurable internal injuries.

Lin Jiumu is now in the second realm of the fusion realm, and he has opened the Shenmen acupoint of both hands, the left hand of the Shenmen acupoint is the cat emperor, and the right hand of the Shenmen acupoint is the White Emperor. The Elvis Emperor once said that when he opened all the nine acupuncture points, it would lodge in the Baihui acupoint, that is, the top of Lin Jiumu's head!

The next acupuncture point will open a Blood Sea Cave, which echoes the Blood Yuan Realm and can burst out with the most powerful combat power. This is a law that countless Soul Spirits have explored.

Sweat was like rain, Lin Jiumu's clothes were all soaked, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, every punch was thrown, then retracted, then quickly swung out, and then retracted. A big tree next to it has been beaten to rot, and there are many footprints and fist prints on the ground.

"Whew!" Lin Jiumu slowly withdrew his fist and exhaled. The sun was already high up, and the scorching sun was shining directly on the earth.

"Eat first, rest, and then start the next cultivation." Lin Jiumu opened the bento and took a big gulp.

"Boom ......"

I saw a large waterfall rushing down to the sky, like a tiger descending from the mountain. Its sound is like thousands of troops fighting, which is deafening. From a distance, it looks like Bai Lian hanging upside down, and it also looks like a silver dragon attacking.

On a rock under the impact of the waterfall, a black dot is firmly coiled there, as if it has taken root and sprouted, and the huge waterfall hits its body, not moving at all! It was Lin Jiumu, who had been sitting under the waterfall for a whole afternoon.

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The sun slowly moved westward, the sky darkened, and the fog began to fill. Lin Jiumu opened his eyes and slowly stood up. With a slight jump, he left the bottom of the waterfall and landed in the open space next to him, put on his shirt and returned the way he came.

Although the amount of food after cultivating every day is amazing, supplemented by Chinese herbal medicine for internal and external use, to strengthen the physique, it costs a lot of money, but the two million that I got from gambling with the Cat Emperor before is also a lot of money, which is enough for Lin Jiumu's daily expenses. It's just that every time, the old man cries and sighs that he is a loser.