The second night of entering the underworld came quietly, there was no moon in the sky, and the endless sea of flowers in the moonless night actually glowed with a faint light blue glow, and at a glance, it was like a strange sea of fireflies, and the fantasy was like a dream.

But no one was going to enjoy the illusion.

The grass slope is still lit up with a pearlescent cold light, the seven people of the Chaoyin Sect are still sitting on the side of the grass slope, Di Lingzi's face is a little pale, although he used a soul fixing talisman to raise the divine soul to the realm of Jindan, but after all, it is a borrowed Heavenly Machine Dao realm, although its strength is like a cloud-breaking heavenly peak, but for Earth Lingzi, it is a reckless pulling of seedlings to help grow, the foundation is unstable, and the future is endless.

He knew that his Dao heart had been dusted, and after today, I was afraid that there would be no possibility of entering the Yuanying again.

On this trip to the relics, his goal was to crack the ancient array and find the birth gate, and for this goal, the Heavenly Machine Ancestor even took out the humanoid puppet of the sect's secret collection.

The formation is mystical and profound, especially the ancient great array that remains, most of them have no record of inheritance at all, with the cultivation and realm, vision and experience of the earth spirit son refining period, it is simply a fool's dream to crack this kind of relic array, but just want to find the door of life with a trace, and there is still some hope possible.

If you really can't do anything, after all, it is up to people to make things happen, and it is up to heaven to make things happen, and the spirit son of the earth believes that the Tiancang Sect will not shout and kill, and there will be room for accommodation in the end.

It's a pity that Lin Ling grabbed the handle of his life and had a powerful means of taking his life, and in desperation, Di Lingzi bent down and bowed low to be small.

It is precisely because of this that the earth spirit son knows that the talisman that fixes the soul is a sweet poison for him to cut off the gate of heaven and the avenue, but he can only see "greed" and willingly regard it as a "treasure".

If he wants to find the Shengmen of the Great Array in front of him, he needs to use his divine sense to induce the humanoid puppet to touch the prohibition of the Great Array, and on the other hand, he has to transmit the sound and spread the various mysteries of the Great Array to the other six people, and use the astrolabe to deduce all kinds of changes, so as to gain insight into the mysteries and find the traces of the Shengmen.

Without this soul fixing talisman to temporarily condense the divine soul, it would be impossible for him to have two places in his heart for a long time, and the gods would be left and right.

After several hours of full effort, his mind was always tense like a tense bowstring, and now that the night came, he was finally able to relax his mind, but after thinking about it, he was not relaxed at all.

Di Lingzi didn't rush to sit and watch and think, and to nourish his soul, he looked at the humanoid puppet standing quietly beside him, this humanoid puppet wearing pure gold armor, after a few hours, there were several obvious scars on his body.

With a slight sigh in his heart, Di Lingzi looked at the other six people who were continuing to deduce the various changes of the great array on the astrolabe, he looked up at the moonless sky, and suddenly felt a trace of wordless regret in his heart.

Shouldn't you take shelter to save your life when it's critical?

Shouldn't you be greedy for life and fear of death?

But the only death through the ages is difficult!

Isn't being the most important goal in life?

Di Lingzi exhaled a long breath, a trace of remorse in his heart disappeared, he pinched the magic trick in his hand, let go of his mind, and finally unconsciously looked at the other side of the grass slope, sat and watched, and nourished his soul.

He didn't see Lin Ling at the last glance, but the divine soul that had been temporarily condensed to the Jindan realm made him feel that on the other side of the grassy slope, there was a trace of qi, like a fierce beast hidden in the night.

That trace of qi did not belong to Lin Ling.

It took Lin Ling a few hours to completely absorb the green spiritual liquid formed by the solid Peiyuan Dan, and the dantian Lingding was split by the purple thunder with several tiny cracks, and under the warmth of the spiritual liquid, it had begun to show signs of healing, as long as it took a few days, the spiritual energy in the dantian was no longer running violently, and it was only a matter of time before it was completely recovered.

He looked at the extremely slow-moving aura clouds in the dantian with his divine sense, slowly exhaled a long breath with his mind calm, slowly opened his eyes and looked around, his eyes swept to the dreamy sea of flowers, he was stunned, and looked at the disciples of the torture court who were two feet away in front of him.

Lin Ling didn't see any confusion in Lin Qi and the disciples of the Torture Courtyard, he swept away the rest of the disciples scattered around, and quietly stood up, his eyes skimming the Chaoyin Sect monks on the other side of the grassy slope.

These seven people are now bold, dedicated to living, have given these seven people to find the big array of life, they can be safe and sound, and it has cut off all the possibilities for them to have other ways to retreat, now the most anxious to find the big array of life is the seven of them, without any urging and persecution, they will naturally not delay the full force.

Lin Ling didn't pay attention to the seven Lingzi after a while, even if he looked at it more, he felt that it was a waste of his energy and mind.

The only thing he was worried about was Jinglian alone.

If it weren't for the need to nurture the tiny cracks of the Dantian Lingding, Lin Ling would never let Jinglian out of his sight for a long time.

He leaned slightly to look around, and saw Jing Lian and Ye Bufan in a corner on the grassy slope, the two of them were sitting cross-legged on the grassy slope facing each other, and Jing Lian was carefully examining a rusty short sword in her hand.

Lin Ling looked at Jing Lian intently, his gaze swept over Ye Bufan again, and finally unintentionally glanced at the short sword in Jing Lian's hand.

The short sword was not very real under the pearl light, Lin Ling didn't pay much attention to it, seeing that Jinglian was all right, and then looked at the intimate posture of the two of them sitting opposite each other now, Lin Ling felt some indescribable disgust in his heart.

He snorted coldly in his heart, and sat cross-legged on the grassy slope again, closing his eyes slightly, out of sight.

Ye Bufan's short sword didn't attract Lin Ling's attention, but Jing Lian kept carefully looking at the short sword she was holding in her left hand.

Zen Buddhism only has some very general records of the monk's refining vein, and the reason why Jing Lian still wants to take a look at Ye Bufan's short sword is because this short sword stabbed the Shadow Beast into pieces with a single blow, and secondly, because another blow of this short sword caused all the skin and flesh in Lin Sixteen's throat to rot.

He was worried that Ye Bufan's short sword was a very evil and cult thing.

The shape of this short sword is a little very strange, the sword body is narrow and long, there is no sword protection, the hilt is only about three inches, it is impossible to hold it steadily, the sword body is covered with miserable green rust spots, but the tip of the sword is scarlet as blood, sharp and pressing.

Jing Lian flicked the sword body lightly, Zen's heart moved slightly, and Aya's eyes looked at the rusty green short sword.

In Aya's eyes, the hilt of the sword body was the silver-white color of ordinary gold and iron.

At the tip of the sword, a small cloud of black gas condensed and did not disperse, like a small swirl cloud slowly swirling, looking like a deep hole in the deepest abyss, and like a small piece of the deepest night sky.

This is pure homicide color.

Jing Lian was shocked, put away her eyes, looked up at Ye Bufan and asked anxiously, "Brother Ye, where did you get this short sword?"

"Is there a problem with this short sword?" Ye Bufan heard the anxiety in Jing Lian's tone, his heart sank, but he asked quietly on his face.

"It's a good thing, at least it's not a strange cult thing. ”

"Brother Ye, I was born with the Ayazhi Eye, I can see the origin color of all things and life spirits, the body and hilt of this short sword are the usual silver and white color of gold and iron, but there is a pure murderous color at the tip of the sword. ”

"The color of murder?" Ye Bufan's heart jumped.

Jinglian nodded,

"Brother Ye, everything in the world has spirituality, a fierce blade made of gold and iron, killing people, when the blood light bursts out, it will not only be stained with blood, but also give birth to a ruthless killing breath,

After killing 100 people, the killing breath of this fierce soldier's blade will turn into the color of murder in the source, and after killing 10,000 people, this murderer will be based on killing, with blood as the source, and a trace of spiritual wisdom will be born from the source. ”

Jing Lian said this, and looked at Ye Bufan's face with some hesitation.

"Brother Ye, your short sword already has the color of murder, once it is born into spiritual wisdom, it is a peerless murderer, and the person who has this short sword will definitely be destined to commit a heavenly evil, and he will not die well. ”

"If you are fated to be evil, you will not die well!" Ye Bufan muttered, smiled, and touched the scar on his face.

The two raised scars, under the touch of the fingertips, came with a hot stinging pain.

Will this short sword one day be able to biochemical spiritual intelligence? Ye Bufan didn't know. He didn't care if this short sword had the color of murder now, or if it would become a peerless murderer in the future.

He raised his hand to retrieve the rusty short sword from Jing Lian's palm, and after gently stroking the green rust spots on the sword, he casually withdrew the short sword into the storage bag on his chest.

Ye Bufan looked at Jing Lian's flustered hands and feet, and raised his hand with a smile and patted his knee.

"I didn't care that you said that I would not die well, I snatched back my short sword just now, because I was afraid that you would be excited, so I threw the short sword without a trace. ”

"Look at me!" Ye Bufan smiled after speaking, his back was straight, and his face was straightened, "Like a murderous butcher?"

Jing Lian was at a loss just now, looking at Ye Bufan asking himself seriously and thoughtfully, he also straightened his back, folded his hands, and shook his head solemnly.

"So, you said that the dagger has taken on the color of murder, but after all, he has not killed 10,000 people, and he cannot become a peerless murderer, and I will not commit a curse because of this fate, and I will not die well. ”

"Where did I get this dagger?"

After Ye Bufan took a deep look at Jing Lian's face, he lowered his head and endured the throbbing pain in his heart, and said softly,

"When my son was six years old, he somewhere in the back of the village he found this dagger. ”

Ye Bufan's voice was soft and ethereal like a whisper in a dream, and after he finished speaking, he didn't give Jing Lian a chance to ask, and continued to say in that dream-like voice,

"It's the only thought my son has left me. ”

Jinglian looked at Ye Bufan blankly, he was only the age of a weak crown, he didn't know what it was like to be a couple, and he didn't know what it was like to cry when he lost a child in middle age.

But his Zen heart is like a ripple of water, and the compassion in his heart is like a lonely mountain, absolutely independent, without flowers and trees, without rain and sunshine.

Jing Lian's heart completely extinguished the thought of persuading again.

Even though it is a peerless murderer, it carries some heavy thoughts.

It is also a sentient thing in the world.