Lin Xing glanced at Ling Xuzi several times in a strange way, and saw that Ling Xuzi was furious in his heart, and he was not feeling strong.

Lin Xing looked away for a while.

A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Ling Xuozi breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't know that Lin Xing felt strange that he didn't improvise a poem when he saw this situation, and was even a little dissatisfied.

In fact, Ling Xuozi, the so-called 'immortal master' who bullied the weak and feared the hard, was about to be scared by Lin Xing at this time, so how could he be interested in reciting poetry against him......

Ling Xuozi had to think about how this fellow Daoist in front of him dealt with the corpses of the three scattered cultivators, all kinds of bloody scenes flashed in his mind, his hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and he actually felt a chill that invaded the bone marrow for the first time in a long time.

The bloody qi was swirling in his nose, and Ling Xuzi felt that he was not up to the task, and he should not be able to follow the great mission of this criminal wood Taoist friend to 'support justice'.

He is just a half-baked little casual cultivator, and he is destined to run around in Zhengyang Mansion in this acre and three points of land all his life, how can he stand side by side with characters like Xingmu Daoyou?

Ling Xuzi retreated in his heart.

But I saw Lin Xing, who was sitting opposite Ling Xuozi, his eyes were slightly closed, his breathing was smooth, and he was pranayama by himself.

His divine thoughts had quietly gone to the Xunfeng Realm.

Entering the Xunfeng Realm, Lin Xing was already familiar enough with the road, and at this time, his roots could enter this pale blue space without the help of other people's ghosts.

The divine thoughts condensed into an illusory body, and after Lin Xing entered the Xunfeng Realm, he found three dark divine souls one after another.

The gray divine soul light group trembled, and was blown by the blue wind in the Xunfeng territory, constantly moving towards the soul flying away, and it is estimated that the three scattered cultivators, including the old man, never dreamed that they would have such an experience when they decided to serve the Owl King.

Their bodies were thrown into the Kunyin realm and used as fertilizer for Lin Xing's future cultivation of elixirs, while their spirits were ingested into the Xunfeng Realm and squeezed out of their last value by Lin Xing.

Even Lin Xing himself felt a trace of cruelty.

But that's about it.

There are thousands of creatures in this world, and they are waiting for his butcher's knife, how can he stop? In the future, if he wants to cultivate to a higher realm, he will inevitably kill more people, among these people, some may be innocent, some may be ignorant, but he will never show mercy.

Lin Xing watched the souls of several people shattered, turning into countless memory pictures, and then stepped forward to take a closer look at them one by one.

Lin Xing didn't choose to accept the memories of one of them in its entirety, even though the divine soul power of these people was far weaker than his own, Lin Xing faintly felt something.

As he receives more and more memories, his reflexes become sluggish, if only slightly.

In order to prevent this from happening, Lin Xing only intercepted a small part of the cultivation of the two methods in the old man's memory screen and integrated them into his mind.

Then he withdrew from the Xunfeng Realm, and his divine thoughts focused on the essence of the Qiankun Mirror in the Sea of Knowledge.

As the divine soul power of those three people was digested by the Xunfeng Realm, the light that was so faint that it was almost impossible to detect drifted away from the body of the Qiankun Mirror, fell into his limbs, and finally converged in his dantian.

The cyan part of the five-colored lotus, as well as the red part, became brighter, but the magnitude of this change was extremely small, Lin Xing quietly observed.

At this time, he had an extremely obvious difference in affinity for the extremely thin wood attribute aura in the outside air compared to the aura of other attributes.

Even the speed of refining and refining the wood aura incorporated into the body was faster than that of other aura incorporated into the body.

"According to the gossip, the wind belongs to wood, and the Qiankun Mirror first opens the Xunfeng Realm, and then opens the Fire Realm, which means that at this time, the Yin Soul of others is thrown into the Xunfeng Territory, which can improve the qualifications of the two spiritual roots of wood and fire!" Lin Xing opened his eyes, and a strange light flashed in them.

In his previous life, his family was fortunate to be a Chinese medicine shop, so he could get in touch with more knowledge about the five elements and gossip.

Lin Xing quietly replaced the spirit stone he was holding in his hand with a wood attribute, and continued to practice the ring magic weapon, but the two magic tricks he had just obtained appeared in his heart.

"Sword cultivation technique, blood sacrifice technique." Lin Xing's gaze swept over the Qin Huai Tower outside the window, and fell aside, only to see that Ling Xuzi didn't know when, and he also closed his eyes and cultivated.

Lin Xing got up and opened the half-hidden wooden window completely, and stood by the window with his negative hand, and the street below was bustling.

The red dust is so thick that it is difficult to tug at his heartstrings.

Among the two techniques of the old man who cultivated freely, what originally attracted Lin Xing's attention was the swordsmanship.

The old man detonated the small sword hanging in front of him, and the sharpness of the sword qi he shot out was only slightly inferior to the invisible sword aura emitted by Ren Jun that Lin Xing had seen that day.

This is still the result of the old man's cultivation of the fifth layer of condensation, and the cultivation of this sword cultivation technique, Lin Xing originally had expectations for this sword cultivation technique, but another blood sacrifice technique opened his eyes even more, and at the same time he had a different mind, after all, this is a quick sacrificial refining method.

He was about to rush to Montenegro to subdue the fire spirit marrow, and he had to refine the ring magic weapon as soon as possible.

After these years of exposure in Zhengyang Fang, coupled with the frequent purchase of jade slips about his travels in the cultivation realm, Lin Xing already knew that the strange fire aura he would see in the future was the essence of the fire spirit.

The essence of fire spirit is the true essence of fire attribute aura.

Human beings have three marrows, cerebral marrow, spinal cord, and bone marrow, which are the essence of the human body and the cornerstone of growth.

And the essence of the aura, that is, the marrow, placed on the aura of a single attribute, can be crowned with the name of fire marrow, water marrow, gold marrow, etc., but no matter what kind of marrow, it is the essence of the aura, it is rumored that the top level of the spirit stone, it contains a little bit of the marrow, endless.

According to the information that Lin Xing obtained from a certain piece of jade, a top-rank spirit stone, as long as it did not exhaust its internal spiritual energy at one time, its internal spiritual energy could recover on its own.

"Blood sacrifice, it requires a lot of essence blood." Lin Xing's eyes sank slightly, after he had cultivated the Blood Light Escape before, and after condensing into seven blood lines, the essence blood in his body had been scarce to the extreme, "If you use the blood sacrifice technique to refine the ring magic weapon, how can you give birth to more essence blood......

The essence of the blood, the innate foundation.

Its downward movement can reproduce descendants, and its upward movement can refine and refine qi, which is of self-evident importance to monks.

If there is too much loss, it will even affect the longevity.

Looking at the Qinhuai Tower opposite, the wooden building that has experienced countless wind and rain, the pictures of beauties seem to begin to squirm, and a very special feeling comes to mind.

If you want to sail on the sea, you will consume your essence and blood, and this person's troubles will also be.

Lin Xing let out a sigh of relief, he gave up the idea of using the blood sacrifice technique to speed up the refining of the ring magic weapon, the blue light flashed under his feet, and the Qingxi Sword had already carried him straight to the clouds.

The higher you go, the more bitter the wind becomes.

When it was enough to touch the clouds, Lin Xing gave up going further, it would only be a waste of effort, he looked down at the Zhengyang Mansion City below, his eyes wandered in the ant-like crowd, and he inexplicably remembered a poem in his previous life.

Fly the immortals to travel,

Hold the bright moon and end long.

Lin Xing escaped a little more, and came to the depths of the Gangfeng layer that could be reached by virtue of the spiritual power of the body, at this moment, he saw the blue sky and the vast blue sky, and the clouds were stacked, and he couldn't help but be full of pride, and let out a long howl, let the howling sound go away with the wind, only to feel that there was no more than half an obstacle in his heart.

Clear meaning, through their own hearts.

Lin Xing didn't stay long, he went down with his sword, and after a while, he pulled a cloud of mist in his hand, gathered into a drop of water, left it in the palm of his hand, condensed it into ice crystals, felt the slight coolness, and avoided a flock of birds on the way, and finally landed in the dense forest outside the city.

"There is still half a year."

Lin Xing said silently in his heart.

He began to yearn for the days after the Purple Flame Sect.

The world is changing, there is no place for him, he loves idle clouds and wild cranes, and he is better than the beauty on the side.

The immortal gate is vast, and he will be able to fulfill his wishes.

"Friendly and high interest in the criminal road." In the dense forest, Qiu Shaofeng, who had been waiting here for a long time, said with a smile, "The old man is old, and the scenery in the sky is too high and too far, the old man can't get used to it, he just wants to squat down, look at the flowers and plants, and talk about his life." ”

Qiu Shaofeng is waiting here, it is something that Lin Xing and Qiu Shaofeng agreed on a few days ago.

When he decided to help Ruan Xiaohu kill that Shi Yinghu, he had already decided in his heart that he would use this matter as an excuse to intervene in the affairs of the Plum Blossom Village owner and the Wildfire Army, and put Fan Changtian on the throne to promote what he saw in the future.

Of course, Lin Xing didn't have much time to help Fan Changtian succeed, so he would definitely go to visit the owner of the plum blossom village, and for this, he made some preparations.

The Wind Thunder Array and the Eight Gate Maze Array are not prepared for this.

The owner of the plum blossom is not qualified enough.

Unless the owner of this plum blossom village is a monk in the foundation building period, but according to the information that Lin Xing got from the Thousand Machine Building in Zhengyang Fang, this person is only a high-level condensation spirit.

In the news of the Thousand Machine Building, it is recorded in detail that the last time the owner of the plum blossom village made a move, the cultivation shown was the twelfth layer of condensation, of course, it was five years ago, and it was not ruled out that this person had hidden strength, but Lin Xing had made a lot of preparations.

The shopkeeper of Lingxinzhai in front of him, Qiu Shaofeng, who is on the fourteenth floor of condensation, is one of Lin Xing's dependences.