The anger that had been accumulated for months finally broke out at this moment, and before that, in Luo'an Village, Lin Dongjiu didn't even have the qualifications to fight in red, so he could only hide his hatred and flee in embarrassment.

Every time he secretly thinks about an accident, although he knows that it is wise to gather his edge, he also feels cowardly, and he can't wait for that day to slash his grievances and avenge the little girl and the innocent villagers.

But today is different from the past, and his strength has almost improved qualitatively.

Although it is very far-fetched to kill babies with a strong foundation, he borrowed the chubby treasure fan, and under the suppression of the law in the fan, he really hit the sad world.

Now there are still three points of residual strength in the body, and although the injury is serious, due to the ascension of the realm, the operation of the Immortal Nirvana Sutra is even faster, and the warm current flows rapidly throughout the whole body under the blessing of the six main veins.

Warm current everywhere, broken bones retraced, wounds scabbed, tendons and veins reconnected, when the injury gets better, but it will be a moment, then the deer will die of his hand who knows!

It is impossible for Sad Heaven to think that Lin Dongjiu will kill him, but Lin Dongjiu's cultivation is staggering for the speed of his strength, and he must have reaped a lot of benefits in the secret realm.

What's more, every time he remembered the strange scene of passing on the gong for Lin Dongjiu that day, as well as the familiar pitch-black runes, he couldn't wait to kill Lin Dongjiu immediately to prevent future troubles.

He didn't expect to be able to reveal any secrets on Lin Dongjiu, he just wanted to kill Lin Dongjiu quickly, and then take back the Tianluo Soul Devouring Umbrella and leave here.

He had spent too much time in the Burial Dragon Mountain Range, although the big game of chess in the Lingyun Kingdom had come to an end.

But the more it ends, the more the situation on the chessboard changes rapidly, and as a chess player, he can't afford to delay.

But how could Lin Dongjiu do what he wanted?

In today's battle, he will kill the sad and resentful!

But seeing Lin Dongjiu's golden pupils circulating, the divine light above his head was agitated, the momentum on his body was surging, the killing power appeared, and the invisible aura swept out, and the breath of everyone present couldn't help but stagnate.

Lin Dongjiu shouted violently, the rune chains behind him soared, dancing wildly like a snake, the blue light appeared in his hand, and he controlled the sword with his intention, and the cold light burst out from the tip of the sword like electricity, turning into a supreme sword intent, and slashing down with a sword of grief with the momentum of opening the mountain.

The sorrowful heaven resented the stick to meet the attack, and the demonic mist erupted from the head of the rod like a waterfall, but the oncoming sword was domineering and unmatched, and the strength was extraordinary.

The sky-like magic mist waterfall was cut by the sword from the head, like a sharp axe for chopping wood, an axe down, if the direction is moderate, the skill is appropriate, naturally there is no obstruction, and the firewood is easily split in half from beginning to end.

Seeing that the sword light was attacking without the slightest stagnation, the sad face changed, and a trace of panic finally appeared in his eyes, and he hurriedly raised his hand to block it.

His arms have been refined into weapons that connect to his body, and he has truly achieved what it means to be handy.

Hearing another sharp shrill sound, the grieving white bone arm flew into the sky, and the weapon he was most proud of was cut off by Lin Dongjiu like a cucumber.

And he himself was also affected by the sword, like a kite with a broken string, and the whole person flew out upside down as if it was out of control.

If it weren't for the fact that the power of the sword was canceled out by more than half after the sword slashed off the white bone arm, otherwise this sword would have been enough to cut him off!

Lin Dongjiu saw that the grief and resentment were curled up on the ground like a lost dog, but he was still struggling to get up, and hurriedly urged the sword momentum again, never giving him a chance to breathe.

"My bones... My bones! You cut off my bones, I want you dead! ”

He was half-crouched on the ground, his face was mad, his pale lips trembled violently, and his eyes were so wide that they almost fell out of their sockets.

His body shook suddenly, his shriveled body began to swell, and when he heard a "poof" sound, his body was like a deflated balloon, blowing up countless sand and dust on the ground.

Immediately afterward, countless resentful spirits crawled out of his body, just like a person with hundreds of heads growing on his body, and it was indescribably terrifying and disgusting to see.

These are innocent mortals who died tragically at the hands of the Evil Spirits, and he imprisoned these resentful spirits in his body, even if they died, he would not let them be freed.

Lin Dongjiu looked at the sad resentment that had become a monster, his brows furrowed, he couldn't help but churn in his stomach, and the sword in his hand was cut off without hesitation.

The grief-stricken body seemed to melt and turned into a large lump of black, viscous liquid.

The flying sword slashed at the grief body, but it was like falling into a swamp quagmire, without setting off the slightest wave.

The monster's thousands of heads shook together, lying on the ground as if accumulating strength, and suddenly jumped up, spilling black water on the ground, emitting a disgusting stench, and rushed straight towards Lin Dongjiu.

Lin Dongjiu suddenly struck a spirit, he was not afraid of this monster, he only felt that if he got a drop of black water on this monster, he was afraid that he would not be able to stop without washing off the two layers of skin.

Lin Dongjiu even put away the Qingguang Sword, he didn't want his love sword to be stained with this fishy liquid.

I saw that his body was turning quickly, and he was able to avoid the attack of the stinky monster, and the spiritual power in his abdomen exploded, and two fires floated faintly on both sides of his side, one was white and the other was red.

Lin Dongjiu spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, the breeze blew, and the two flames suddenly exploded into flames that soared into the sky, and the flickering flames gradually condensed into two coiled flame dragons.

In an instant, the two dragons became one, and their mountain-like bodies set off a frenzied hurricane and rushed down.

Huaguo Mountain seemed to have turned into a mountain of flames, and even the ashes scattered on the ground were rekindled again, turning Huaguo Mountain into a sea of fire, giving people no place to stand.

The fire dragon pounced on the monster and exploded instantly, and the black water on the monster's body was like the best accelerant, and the entire body was engulfed by a large flame that ignited.

Countless evil ghosts were ignited and refined, and they let out a heaven-shattering cry, and for a while, Huaguo Mountain was like a purgatory on earth.

When the fire burned out, no sound came from the resentful spirit, and the grief and resentment returned to its original state, but his body was burned into charcoal by the strange fire of heaven and earth, and only one head was still struggling and squirming.

Lin Dongjiu had already come to him, looking at him sadly, his eyes were full of resentment, and the only remaining sanity made the corners of his mouth grin, hooking a strange smile:

"The end of Hades... Lingyun Country... Evil evil ... It's going to be windy... The wind is blowing! ”

A large mouthful of black blood erupted from his mouth, and his breath was interrupted by a maniacal laugh.

Lin Dongjiu finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his divine sense caught a subtle black shadow quietly rushing out from the grieving heavenly spirit and rushing straight into the sky.

He looked at the escaped black shadow with an expressionless face, and the burning fire in his hand was just about to be shot, but he saw that Xiao Fat was moving faster than him, and threw a fan to hit the black shadow.

It seemed that he felt that he didn't do much, and Xiaopang took back the fan and said:

"This ghost thing seems to be a wisp of the old demon's remnant soul, it stands to reason that the old devil has no primordial spirit if he doesn't reach the condensation realm, but this remnant soul is even more condensed than the primordial spirit, and it runs fast, I guess it's some kind of secret technique of the demon hall."

"Brother Lin, what are you going to do with it?"

"Extinguish... Wait a minute! ”

Lin Dongjiu stopped his words, and his eyes rolled: "A wisp of remnant soul... It is estimated that it is a means to ventilate the Demon Temple. ”

"Fat brother, is there any way you can keep this remnant soul, I will keep it useful."

"What's the use of keeping this..."

Chubby muttered, but still took out a small gourd: "You can use this, it should be able to keep it for a few years." ”

"Thanks, fat brother!"

Lin Dongjiu took out the remnant soul that was as thin as a hair and stuffed it into the small gourd that Xiaopang gave him.

"What else are you polite with me?"

Chubby waved his hand and said:

"Brother Lin, are you going to go to the Imperial City with me? If you don't go, I'll go! ”

Lin Dongjiu smiled and said, "Fat brother, you better go back to the sect first to report safety." I reckon they all think we're dead. ”

Xiao Chubby's eyes narrowed into a slit, scratched his head and smiled: "My life jade card is still in my master's hand, and he knows that I am not dead." ”

Lin Dongjiu's eyes lit up: "That's right, the Jade Card of Life!" ”

In this way, the master and Ruxue should know that I am not dead!

Thinking of this, Lin Dongjiu took out a few pills and said:

"Treat the injuries first, and then let's go to the Imperial City to have fun, and it just so happens that I will secretly investigate what happened to the Yin family. And also... The old devil in red has been muttering something about the wind, the wind, I want to see what evil wind can blow from the Demon Temple. ”

...

Not long after they left, a white shadow loomed between the Burial Dragon Mountains and shuttled through the forest.

The white shadow was a tall woman, she was wearing an ice blue fairy dress, just the right size to outline her delicate figure, a layer of veil on her face covered her face, revealing only a pair of stunning ice eyes.

And in those bright eyes, they were full of exhaustion at this time.

She went to the place where the secret realm was opened and placed the prepared materials on the ground.

Before starting to set up, she subconsciously touched her right hand, as if she still felt the residual warmth between her lips, and a trace of firmness and determination flashed in her eyes...

And somewhere in the Yin Mu hall where the sun could not shine, the flickering green candles cast three sinuous black shadows on the cold jade wall.

All three of them hid their faces with demonic aura, making it impossible to see their faces, and two of them wore bright red robes and were half-kneeling on the ground.

One person stood in front of the palace, dressed in a gorgeous crown and crane, jade robes and red shoes, and the buttons and silk threads were replaced by gold and silver, and he was extremely poor and luxurious.

The backs he left behind the two of them were solemn and cold, as if they were integrated with the darkness and coldness of the main hall, and they did not move, only the demonic energy condensed under their feet lingered under the light and shadow of the dark lamp.

In the real world, there seems to be a group of living villains standing on the cold floor tiles, dancing arbitrarily, which looks particularly strange and bewitching.

The three of them were as silent as stone statues, and for a while, the quiet needles in the hall could be heard.

"Why hasn't the sad red coat arrived yet?"

The person who was standing finally spoke, his voice was cold and hoarse, sonorous and feminine, and it was difficult for people to distinguish between men and women just by listening to the voice.

"The slave family hasn't seen him for nearly two months, so I guess he was derelict in his duties and ran to which woman's belly."

A delicate female voice came, mixed with a little flattery, and it made people's bones crisp when they heard it.

"Ahem!"

Another deep male voice came:

"Two months ago, the people of the Sorrowful Red Cloth and the Luoxia Sect clashed, and he also borrowed our hands to set up an ambush on the road to the Luoxia Sect to take revenge.

According to his subordinates, Bei Hongyi has been guarding the Burial Dragon Mountains for the past two months, but if there are any other changes, my subordinates don't know, so I will send someone to investigate. ”

"Hmm..."

The half-closed eyes of the person standing suddenly opened, and he said in a deep voice: "No need, the sad red clothes are dead." ”

The two kneeling on the ground glanced at each other, although there was a demonic aura on their faces, they could still vaguely see each other's consternation.

"The three of you are red-clothed, only his cultivation is the lowest, if you don't step up your cultivation, he will be your end."

"You all have my secret skills left on you, your body is dead but your soul is immortal, when his remnant soul returns, find someone for him to take away, if you can't come back, find someone to replace the vacancy as soon as possible."

The voice of the man standing was indifferent, as if it was not a red-clothed man who had died, but a weed on the side of the road.

"Although the Lingyun Country is a land of projectiles, it is also a test for you, twenty years are a snap of a finger, don't let me down when it ends."

"In addition to the Lingyun Country, there are dozens of secular powers in the Southern Spirit Domain, leaving nearly a hundred red-clothed people for me to assess, in a short time, I will not come here again.

Whoever of you red-robed has the best grades, you can follow me and enter the main hall..."

The voice became more and more ethereal, and the figure of the man became fainter and fainter, and finally completely dissipated like a wisp of green smoke.

The two red-clothed people on the ground leaned over and said in unison:

"Congratulations, Priest of Great Desire!"