In the hall of ghosts and gods of the Zhang family in Yinshan.

Under the statue of the ghost and god shrouded in the mist, the thin old man who was closing his eyes as if he was about to pray trembled involuntarily, his eyes suddenly opened, and he snorted, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes that opened in an instant shone with an incomparably terrifying light, like an evil ghost trying to choose people to devour, and he was extremely angry.

"My Ghost Beast King......" The thin old man's face was like a ghost's voice roared, he could feel, clearly feel that his Red Mountain Ghost Beast King was dead, and he was also injured by some backlash.

Who is it?

Who killed the Red Mountain Ghost Beast King?

"The Red Mountain Ghost Beast King has the strength of the lower Martial Saint level, but his body is strong and his defense is amazing, and most of the lower Martial Saints can't be killed, could it be that the middle Martial Saint made a move?"

The strength of the median Martial Saint is much stronger than that of the lower Martial Saint, and the Martial Saint level is not much, and the Median Martial Saint is even less, who is it?

Which median martial saint made the shot?

The thin old man fell into deep thought, the lower Martial Saint may not have to worry too much, but the Intermediate Martial Saint has to be afraid.

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"Master, the Zhang clan of Yinshan actually did such an evil thing, causing chaos to the people, it is simply annihilating human nature, we should do the right thing for heaven and eradicate the Zhang clan. Yu Jingyi said impassionedly.

"Let's go. Lin Xiao didn't talk nonsense.

"Very good, master. Yu Jing's fighting spirit was high, and he was immediately stunned: "Eh, master, this is not the way to Yinshan Zhang's family, on the contrary." ”

"Do you want to send you to death?" Lin Xiao asked this Tie Hanhan angrily.

"Huh?" Yu Jing didn't react.

"There is a ghost and god hall in the Zhang clan of Yinshan, which enshrines the statue of ghosts and gods, and it should be the existence above the martial arts saint. Lin Xiao explained slowly.

"It's okay master, my luck is very good, even if I encounter danger, I can turn evil into good fortune, maybe I can get a blessing in disguise. Yu Jingluo was startled at first, and then smiled fearlessly.

Lin Xiao glanced at this humble apprentice speechlessly, I'm afraid that it wasn't because he was too lucky since he was a child, and he hadn't really experienced life and death, so he didn't know what it was like.

Because of his luck, every time he encounters danger, he can turn danger into evil, turn evil into good fortune, and even get a blessing because of misfortune, he has invisibly planted a thought in Yu Jingluo's heart, the idea of death, not afraid of death, but afraid of not doing enough.

This stupid boy.

For luck, Lin Xiao's cognition is far better than Yu Jingluo's, and he knows very well why Yu Jingliu can turn danger into a disaster every time he dies, and even get a blessing in disguise, just because of the relationship of high luck, but there is also an upper limit.

To put it simply, it is easy to get benefits when encountering small dangers, and it is also possible to get benefits from turning evil into good fortune when encountering big dangers, but what if you encounter great dangers?

For example, this time, if you really kill the Zhang clan in Yinshan, if you provoke a terrifying existence above the martial saint, how can you turn evil into good fortune?

It's hard.

If you want to turn evil into good fortune, you have to have suitable external conditions, such as the appearance of a strong man above the martial saint level who happened to pass by or came specially to block the ghosts and gods of the Zhang clan in Yinshan by chance.

This situation cannot be ruled out, but Lin Xiao does not dare to bet on this kind of luck.

There are not many martial saints, and the existence above the martial saints is even rarer, whether it will appear or not is an unknown, you can wave when you should wave, and you must hold on when you shouldn't.

Yu Jingluo, a simple man, was still muttering why he didn't go to the way for the sky, but Lin Xiao was too lazy to pay attention to him, and he was even more lazy to explain these to him.

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In a small village, wails and screams rang out, and red shadows flew by.

"They're all going to die...... All to death......" The strong man brandished the wood-splitting axe with a sad and angry roar on his face, and slashed at the red-clothed young man in front of him, his eyes full of hatred.

"Hehe......" The young man in red had a gloomy face, smiled hideously, and immediately reached out to grab the falling axe, not moving at all: "It is your honor to contribute to the coming of my god, ant." ”

When the words fell, a red light suddenly broke through the air, directly piercing the strong man's heart, and the strong man fell backwards with full anger and unwillingness.

The young man in red smiled and took out a pale red bead the size of an egg and landed on the middle-aged man's heart, and the blood immediately flowed into the bead, and the color of the bead continued to deepen.

Ten breaths later, the burly body of the middle-aged man became shriveled, his face was thin and hideous, and the young man in red put away the beads, and his figure flashed into a red shadow and flew towards the woman who was hiding in the corner with a baby in her arms.

Killing everywhere, corpses strewn all over the field, each corpse shriveled and emaciated, as if it had been dead for many years, its eyes were gray and bulging and bulging to look up at the sky, its mouth was wide open as if it was a silent howl, and its face was full of anger and horror.

Red-clothed figures flew around killing people and using beads to absorb blood.

In the center of the village, a red-robed figure was standing, a pair of pale red eyes were staring around, in his pale red eyes, the blood mist was rising, as if there were countless unjust souls wailing, making him can't help but take a deep breath, revealing an intoxicated smile.

"Kill, kill more, collect more essence blood, my god is about to come, and this world will be the world of our Blood God Sect. The red-robed middle-aged man opened his hands as if he wanted to embrace the sky and the earth, and couldn't help but whisper.

Not long after, red-clothed figures flew in from all directions, gathering around the middle-aged man in red robes.

"Lord Dharma Protector, all the three hundred and eighty-three essences and blood in the village have been collected. The red-clothed man at the head reported.

"Go to the next village. The red-robed middle-aged man retracted his gaze and said indifferently.

"Yes!" a dozen people in red bowed down.

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The sky and the earth are dark, the evil qi is boundless, one after another figures are heavy, each figure is surrounded by a rich evil qi, as if coming from a ghost, these tall and strong figures are wearing armor, the breath is cold, lined up into a team, the breath is not allowed to enter, it is a zombie, a group of zombies.

I saw a zombie wearing black and gold armor with wings on its back flying from above, landing in front of the zombie formation, letting out a roar, and the zombies also let out a roar, and immediately moved, rushing forward, like a tide pushing away, as if turning into a devastating torrent.

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"Master, is the wine delicious?" Yu Jingluo watched Lin Xiao drink and asked curiously.

"Good

Drink. Lin Xiao immediately magically took out a jar and threw it to Yu Jingluo: "Drinking wine is like practicing a sword, the more you practice the sword, the better, and the more you drink, the more fragrant it is." ”

"Oh, then I'll try it. Yu Jingluo opened the wine jar and poured it directly, choking on wine and coughing again and again.

"Hahahaha......" Lin Xiao suddenly smiled, took a sip, lifted the sword and got up, the swordsmanship is like Feihong, the sword light is like a long rainbow through the sky, the wind rises and thunders, the fire is swept, the forest is forested, if there is a long river rushing, there seems to be a mountain uplift the earth, for a time there is a realm of all kinds of forests, I can see Yu Jingluo's eyes are wide and forgetful, I only feel that the sword light contains thousands of mysteries, and it seems to echo with heaven and earth.

When you practice until you are hearty and drink a lot, don't worry, there is a lot of luck under the sword.

"I'll come too. Yu Jing was slightly affected, his blood was boiling, the sword intent rose, and he suddenly drew his sword, the double swords came out of their sheaths, the sword light intertwined and danced, and the wind whistled and swept in all directions.

While practicing, Yu Jingluo couldn't help but take a sip of the wine jar again, and then broke the gong, choking on his nose and tears, coughing and coughing, and the atmosphere of sword practice that he had finally created was gone.

"Apprentice, you still have to practice this amount of alcohol, practice, the next time you meet your ancestor, you will be happy to drink with him, and you will have to pass on your hands. Lin Xiao teased while drinking old wine.

"Master, who is the ancestor?" Yu Jingluo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly asked.

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Lin Xiao asked in surprise: "Then let me tell you now, your ancestor's name is Gu Yanzhen, he is the seventh generation of the Crane King of Tianheliu in the Heaven and Earth Gate, and he was also the top three Fengyun Sword Sect on the list of Dynasty Grandmasters, and he broke through the realm to become a Sword Saint a few years ago." ”

"Master, is that ancestor powerful or are you powerful?" Yu Jingluo nodded and asked again, only to be knocked a chestnut by Lin Xiao.

What a stupid question to ask, can this question be answered?

It's hard to answer.

If you want to say that the master is better than yourself, that was before, as for now, it's hard to say, maybe it's still better than yourself, but it may not be your opponent.

"Apprentice, you have to remember one sentence, the disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher. After knocking on Yu Jingluo's chestnut, Lin Xiao turned his mind and immediately said earnestly.

The disciple surpasses the master, it is not impossible, nor is it unacceptable, of course, there are thousands of people in the world, there may be masters who are worried that the disciple will surpass themselves, but some masters will not, Lin Xiao will not, as long as you have the ability, you can surpass me, of course, Lin Xiao also has a kind of self-confidence, that is, it is not so easy for the disciple to surpass himself, or even something that cannot be done.

The disciples are improving, and they are also improving.

Looking at the Absolute Blade Sword, it was smooth on it, but Lin Xiao knew that there was actually a crack in this sword, and the slight crack had already begun to affect the posture of this sword, and if it continued like this, the Absolute Edge Sword would collapse sooner or later, why not?

Because the attack of the Chishan Ghost Beast King was very strong before, if the Hundred Refining Sword Weapon was hit, it was estimated that it would be broken once, and the Absolute Blade Sword was a semi-spiritual weapon, which was even stronger and harder, and it was not broken with the support of Lin Xiao's power, but it still couldn't avoid damage under multiple attacks.

"Perhaps, I can refine it again. Lin Xiao had a whim, took out those Yin attribute Ugin that had refined the Ghost Army's armor, and planned to refine these Ugin and the Absolute Blade Sword again, so as to enhance the strength of the Absolute Blade Sword as much as possible, if it could be refined into a spirit weapon, it would be even better.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiao did not hesitate to refine it.