Sang Lin went down the half-demon ridge alone, it was already dark, and at this time, the attacks on both sides of the defense line had stopped, and everyone chose a truce in the dark night.

And now Sang Lin walked in the streets of Splendid City, feeling an inexplicable slaughter, all the people were miserable, from time to time there were male hosts out to take a look, and a large number of monsters, human patrols wandered back and forth on the street to ensure that no enemies invaded.

Sang Lin pouted, this kind of murderous atmosphere is better than in Changshan, because Changshan is a sect that has been brainwashed by the people of Liangshan Dao after all, and everyone is stupidly kept in the dark, and there is a kind of dull and blind trust in it. And this time in the splendid city where the war is approaching, there is quite a sense of solemnity that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings.

Sang Lin observed the opposite side of the southeast defense line, the entire defense line was full of soldiers from Jingtian City, Zhang Tianping brought 3,000 men and horses, and now the other side of the defense line was blocked, Sang Lin gradually walked to the east city wall in the city, and saw that the two teams of men and horses had lit a bonfire, sitting around the fire and chatting.

Sang Lin took a stone and threw it far into the city gate hole, and this group of people suddenly ran over to look like an electric shock, and then this empty space, Sang Lin stepped on the ghost step and ran directly through the southeast defense line, and when this group of people turned back, Sang Lin had already run away without even a shadow.

As soon as I came to Zhang Tianping's occupation area, it gave people a different feeling, there were more patrols here, and the most important thing was that every house was closed, everyone was in danger, and the residents didn't even dare to breathe in their own homes, and this half of the city gave people the feeling of being like a dead city.

Mulberry Forest stepped on the roof tiles and shuttled lightly in the city, Mulberry Mansion is also in this urban area, it is just night, Mulberry Forest can see that Mulberry Mansion is also quiet, only a few main buildings are lit up.

Sang Lin was not polite, and jumped directly into the courtyard wall, and as soon as he landed, he was immediately surrounded by twenty or thirty people.

"Kill you!" These twenty or thirty people were neat and neat, and they didn't even say hello, and directly carried a large knife to Sang Lin's head.

Sang Lin suddenly rolled his eyes, and squatted down to sweep the dozen or so in front of him to the ground, and then lowered his voice and said: "I'm Sang Lin, you little deflated three!"

"Yo, it's really a mulberry forest!!" everyone picked up the lamp and looked at it, and then they dispersed, although everyone had been unhappy before, but after all, they were all a family.

"What are you lying in ambush here, take me to see Wei Lao!" Sang Lin walked in unceremoniously at this time.

"Hey, Sanglin, what are you doing here?" someone on the left and right asked, "Now that the form is so severe, run quickly!"

"Run a fart, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!" Sang Lin didn't bother to take care of these relatives, but he still walked inside, and shouted in a low voice as he walked: "Wei Lao, what about you? I'm Sang Lin, I'm looking for you!"

"Brother, you're here!!" Wei Lao didn't find it, and Sang Xiaoxiao ran out of a room with a smoke.

"That's right, Xiaoxiao, I'm looking for your grandfather!" Sang Lin's eyes suddenly lit up.

"It's like it's not your grandfather!" Sang Xiaoxiao suddenly pouted in disdain: "Come with me!"

Of course, Sang Xiaoxiao was familiar with the way and took Sang Lin to Wei Lao's room, and as soon as Sang Lin walked to the door, the two doors opened automatically, Sang Xiaoxiao jumped in first, and Sang Lin also followed in, and when he saw Wei Lao, he reclined on his couch.

"What are you doing in the house, you bastard, there is no place for you in the Sang family!" Wei Lao scolded when he saw Sang Lin.

"Wei Lao, I won't go around in circles with you, Zhang Tianping has come in, I'm here to ask you for help!" Sang Lin said to Wei Lao.

"Fart, mortal fights are my business!" Wei Lao spat disdainfully: "My family has always been to protect themselves and wait for the battle to end, who would be stupid enough to go out and fight?"

"Elder Wei, the nature of this battle is different, Zhang Tianping hates monsters very much, I'm afraid that if he wins the war, all the monsters in this city will suffer!"

"Hmph, you don't scare me here!" And Wei Lao didn't buy it: "If I change the king of heaven and Lao Tzu, it is impossible to drive out the old residents in the city, and the conflict in the past ten years has not been once or twice, and I still need you to teach me how to do it?"

"This..."Sang Lin couldn't help but scratch his head: "Elder Wei, that mansion has been closed all the time, which means that you don't know what happened in the past two days?"

"Isn't it just that Zhang Tianping and Bai Feng turned their faces?" Wei Lao waved his hand in disgust: "They are brothers in a pair of pants, today and tomorrow, you should leave quickly, I know it." ”

"Okay. Sang Lin shrugged: "Maybe the one I saved from the guillotine today was a fake white adult, Zhang Tianping had already turned his face and committed murder, and Bai Feng and Wen Lang were almost cut off their heads." ”

"What did you say??" Wei Lao had already turned his face away, and when he heard this, he turned back.

"I said that Zhang Tianping provoked Bai Feng and Wen Lang to fight, and then put both of them on the guillotine. Sang Lin quietly increased his efforts at this time: "I said that Huang Fei led people to surround Fancheng Demon Ridge and killed more than 200 monsters, I said that the entire Splendid City has been surrounded, and Zhang Tianping saw a monster kill one!"

“... After all, we still have to give our half-demon family some face!" Wei Lao's face was also ugly when he heard this, but the dead duck just had a hard mouth.

"Grandpa, you can help Sang Lin!" and Sang Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back next to him and helped: "Without my brother, I wouldn't have been able to master this wild demon metamorphosis." ”

"Fart, it's better if you don't speak, I'm even more angry when you speak!" This Wei Lao simply sat up and scolded: "Sanglin, did you give Xiaoxiao demon blood?"

"Give it, what else should I do? Can't I let Xiaoxiao become a mascot all the time?" Sang Lin pouted with disdain.

"Confused, arbitrary!" Wei Lao pointed at Sang Lin's nose and scolded: "You know that a fart can make your own assertions, we Phantom Half-demons can't use other people's demon blood casually!"

"Well, then I must have used fake demon blood before, and all the battles I won were fake!" Sang Lin didn't buy it at all.

"Bastard boy, you are all a wild way of experimenting with your own randomness, do you understand that you have to pay the price?" and Wei Lao jumped up at this time, and suddenly a phantom phantom appeared all over his body, and Wei Lao's two palms slapped towards Sang Lin with a full palm wind.

But it was slapped by Wei Lao, Sang Lin's body suddenly lit up, and Sang Lin clearly saw that there were various different colors of mixed substances in his body at this time, piled up one after another.

"It shouldn't be, I've refined my body!" Sang Lin was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect his body to be like this.

"Have you met Holland?" asked Wei Lao after observing the mulberry forest.

"yes, how do you know?" Sang Lin glanced at Wei Lao deeply, and said in his heart that this old guy still has something.

"The last time I saw you, you only had a phoenix feather behind you, but this time it actually became a phoenix spirit, and it can be seen from the aura of spiritual power that it is the handiwork of Dutch Lan. Wei Lao said with his hands behind his back at this time: "You kid is lucky, but even Dutch Lan can't solve your mixed precipitation, because those precipitations are the remnants of your previous indiscriminate use of demon blood, just in your current situation, if you use the demon blood of other monsters one more time, your body will begin to collapse!"

"Lie to me!" Sang Lin scratched his head: "It's okay so many times, but it will collapse next time?"

"Hmph, you kid doesn't cry when you don't see the coffin!" And Wei Lao slapped his palm again, this time slapping at Sang Xiaoxiao.

Sang Lin and Sang Xiaoxiao both looked at it, but they saw that there were also two dark blue remnants in Sang Xiaoxiao's heart.

"The old man has taught Xiaoxiao for so many years, and he has a pure physique. Wei Lao pointed at Sang Lin's nose and continued to scold: "Mother, look at it, this master's heart is charming, it must be the demon blood of the fox, Xiaoxiao ran away with you for two days, and it made a mess of physique!"

"What can I do then? There won't be any problems, right?" Sang Lin was also a little scared when he saw it at this time, after all, Wei Lao would not lie to his precious granddaughter.

"What to do, what to do, how does the old man know what to do!" Wei Lao slapped his palm on himself this time, and as Wei Lao's body began to glow, Sang Lin and Sang Xiaoxiao were both surprised.

It turned out that Wei Lao was covered with mixed traces, a hundred times more exaggerated than the situation of Sang Lin, and those mixed traces were accompanied by a little flow of blood, and it was obvious that the traces were slowly corroding the surrounding flesh and blood.

"Oh my God, grandpa, you're not going to die, are you?" Sang Xiaoxiao said worriedly at this time.

"I won't be able to die for a while, after all, there is this body of cultivation hanging here. Wei Lao shook his head: "You bastard boy has the luck of my youth, but you still have to follow the old path of my youth, and you are still the son of Sang Qishan, what do you want me to do!"

"Grandpa, you can help Sang Lin!" Sang Xiaoxiao held Wei Lao's arm and shook at this time: "No one in the house takes care of me like this, only my brother who came halfway is good to me!"

"Hey... What else can I do? Except that you are all waste, there is no one who can change into a demon!" Wei Lao shook his head uncomfortably, and then took out three pages from the secret pavilion in the room: "This is a fragment of a page I got when I was young, it is said that it was lost from the Phantom Demon Classic, and I only have this little bit of something, and it can't solve all the problems of our family." ”

"Wow, that's a good thing!" Sang Lin's eyes suddenly straightened a little. At that time, Shangyun Yan of the Divine Peak mentioned that there was such a demon book by the West Sea Mirror, but I didn't expect Wei Lao to have three fragments!

"Grandpa, why don't you give me this good thing if you have it!" Sang Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped doing it.

"I've taught you all the above things, but you've practiced half a catty and eight taels, I really have a headache!" Wei Lao looked at Sang Xiaoxiao in distress: "But using other people's demon blood is equivalent to chronic suicide, and now I am helpless." ”

"I don't think any of these things matter. Sang Lin waved his hand here: "After winning this war, I went to the West Sea Mirror to find the Phantom Demon Book for everyone to see, and the problem will be solved~"

"It's not a big mouth, but it's not small, do you think I haven't been looking for it?" said Wei Lao disdainfully.

"Elder Wei, can you help this war?" Sang Lin asked solemnly at this time: "If you don't care, I will take Xiaoxiao out to fight hard, we are both desperate, and you will be the last!"

"You kid want to blackmail me?" asked Wei Lao, his eyes wide, and his face was unkind.

"Yes!" Sang Lin looked directly at Wei Lao, not dodging or dodging.

"Forget it, I'll help you this time, but I have the conditions!" Wei Lao shook his head and then made a bid: "If you win this time, you kid has to get back to me and return to the ancestral home of the Sang family!"

"Deal!" Sang Lin waited for this sentence, compared to today's urgent need, returning to his ancestral home or something is a trivial matter~