The rain became heavier and heavier, washing away the blood stains on the mountains, converging into a dark red stream and rushing down the mountain.
"Where is the king's tent? Let's hurry to save Xinxin!" Feng Zhong drew out his spirit sword, "Let's ask Ren San to lead the way!"
"Ben San doesn't know the way." Huang Ge touched the water droplets on his face, but he didn't know if it was rain or sweat.
In this battle, the barbarians guarding the mountain were almost wiped out. Wen Shilan fled with the monks and disappeared in a moment. If you want to chase it again, you have no direction.
"If you don't want to meet He Ruo, you must be prepared," Lin Qu said calmly, "Although he only looks at three steps in everything, he still has these three steps."
"Which three steps?" Feng Zhong thought quickly, and the more he thought about it, the more ugly his face became. "He never thinks about the consequences. If he thinks about three steps, he will probably only lure the enemy, kill the enemy, and die if he can't kill him!"
Lin Qu frowned slightly, shook his head in disapproval, and defended his younger brother: "It's not like he's so useless."
"You didn't grow up with him, you don't know." Feng Zhong said anxiously, turning around twice in the same place, that kid never asks for help when he encounters troubles, and he has to bear all the big things. When Yanqiu was in danger, Lin Xin, who was only fourteen years old, dared to save him without telling his master, he was more courageous than the sky.
While speaking, Shen Lou had already flew high into the sky with his sword, looked around, and saw a black spot passing by in the east from a distance. Immediately flew away, intercepting the figure that was as fast as a shooting star.
Feng Zhong and Lin Qu also hurriedly followed, and saw Zhu Xingli who was holding the fish.
"Is it Lin Xin's?" Shen Lou stared at the small silver sword in Zhu Xingli's hand.
"Yes, what happened to Xin'er?" Zhu Xingli rarely lost his smile, and asked Shen Lou coldly.
"Let's go." Shen Lou said concisely, unwilling to delay for a moment.
Zhu Xingli didn't talk nonsense, let go of the fish, and the four of them turned into a light and shadow, and ran towards the depths of the desert.
This little sword must have been released by Lin Xin early in the morning, so that Zhu Xingli could arrive at this time. He knew that he was the material for devouring spirits, and going to see He Ruowan was like beating a dog with a meat bun. But the meat bun is poisoned, if the dog is poisoned to death, the master can pick him up in time; if the dog is not poisoned to death, the master can help him beat the dog.
Looking at the three moves in chess, Lin Xin was solid and left a way out.
Shen Lou's complexion was even uglier. From the beginning to the end, Lin Xin's plan had excluded him. Tease him, coax him, never rely on him. It was like this in the previous life, and it is still like this in this life. Even if the two of them communicated with each other, Lin Xin always regarded him as an outsider.
When you find it, you must deal with him severely and let him know...
Touching the fish is like a small fish, swimming away quickly, and the four auras fly away with the small fish. As it approached the king's tent, the little sword flew more and more slowly, stopped at the same spot and turned around, with the tip of the sword pointing at one place.
"Over there." Zhu Xingli looked not far away, the golden tent with a big hole in it, and there was no one around, it was already empty.
The tent was in a mess, and the swallow hook was stuck alone on the carpet, swaying on the ground. On the handle of the knife hangs the silver pendant used to attract fish.
"It seems that barbarians know the usefulness of this thing." Zhu Xingli picked up the pendant, touched the fish and circled around the pendant twice, and stopped moving when it landed in his palm.
Thread interrupted.
Shen Lou picked up the Xinghu Stone Deer with a broken leg, and suddenly tightened his grip. This should not be the real royal court, but a palace that can be abandoned at any time. Heiyang Ridge was defeated, and upon receiving the news, they left immediately.
"They can't go far." Shen Lou lifted the curtain and walked out.
Not all large armies can control their swords. In such a short period of time, the defenders here in the palace have only traveled less than twenty miles, carrying food, luggage, and even driving cattle and sheep. However, there are no Da Khan and Da Wu in the team.
A dark streamer flashed, and the general who was riding in the front suddenly disappeared.
"Stop!" The lieutenant yelled, looking around, seeing Shen Lou who was fleeing with his sword in his hands, he yelled, "The black snake of the Shen family! Hurry up!"
The immortal among the barbarians immediately caught up with his sword, but was blocked by a sharp sword light. The spirit sword kept changing in the palm of his hand, reflecting the scorching sun like falling flowers, cutting several barbarians with wounds all over their bodies in an instant. Lin Qu returned the sword to his feet, and made a gentle "please" gesture.
"What nonsense are you talking to them!" Feng Zhong charged directly from behind, slashing at those barbarians with a sword, "Tell Wu Luolan He Ruo to come out and meet the king!"
Shen Lou threw the captured man to Zhu Xingli's feet, put his sword against his neck, and asked him where Lin Xin was going in nonsense.
"I don't know, Da Khan took the big witch and that Han boy and left alone." The barbarian wanted to pretend to be chaste at first, but when he saw Zhu Xingli gesticulating on his crotch with the hook in his hand, he immediately became honest and asked what answer what.
But he was only the commander of the guards, and he didn't even know what happened in the golden tent, let alone the whereabouts of those three people.
Zhu Xingli slapped him unconscious, and stood up: "Seventeen years ago, Lan Su fled Beimo because the great witch wanted to sacrifice her to heaven. They have been refusing to let go of the letter all these years, and they must have wanted to Take him as a sacrifice to heaven."
The so-called offering sacrifices to heaven is to use blood to create spirit devourers!
Where will the barbarians sacrifice to heaven
"Snow Mountain." Shen Lou pursed his lips, looked at the endless Yinshan Mountains, and swung his sword to lift off a piece of grass, revealing the brown land. Quickly drew the topographical map of Yinshan Mountain with the tip of the sword.
The barbarians believed in gods, and their burials and sacrifices were all on high mountains. The higher the mountain, the closer to the sky.
Zhu Xingli looked down at the place Shen Lou circled with the tip of his sword, those were high mountains covered with snow all the year round, he pinched his fingers and quickly counted.
"East!" The point of Chunhen's sword was on the east side, circling several mountains in this area.
In order to crack the spirit devouring, Zhu Xingli had devoted himself to studying the barbarian's witchcraft these days, and he could roughly calculate the suitable place for offering sacrifices to heaven today.
Without saying a word, Shen Lou ran towards that area directly.
It's midsummer now, and it's still as cold as winter above the snow-capped mountains. He remembered that Lin Xin was very afraid of the cold, not because he was not resistant to the cold, but because he was afraid of the cold itself. Because he was almost frozen to death when he was a child, even if he has spiritual power to protect his body when he grows up, he still feels uneasy standing alone in the ice and snow.
Believe me, wait for me!
The strong wind blows over the snow that has not melted for thousands of years on the top of the mountain, and the snow foam with icicles is raised, crackling and hitting the face.
Lin Xin woke up in a jerk, opened his eyes, and found himself tied to a stone pillar that towered above the sky. The pillar should have been cut temporarily, it was uneven, and the sharp edges and corners pressed against his frozen back, which was very uncomfortable.
The spiritual veins are still unable to function, so it is impossible to use spiritual power to isolate the severe cold. The red thread protruding from his body was connected to a cauldron, drawing his blood continuously. As the cold wind blew past, Lin Xin couldn't help shaking.
The big witch was still wearing the black robe, but he was not wearing a hood or blindfolded, and he was stirring the contents of the cauldron while muttering. The hollow golden lamp was pinned to his waist, still flickering on and off.
Wu Luolan He Ruo stood behind the big witch, motionless. Thanks to this god-given good skin, even with his dull eyes, he still looks majestic.
Lin Xin stretched his neck slightly, saw the contents of the pot clearly, and couldn't help feeling a chill. A big pot full of eyeballs!
The thread is very thin, and the blood flows extremely slowly, but it will not coagulate, seeping into the pot little by little, and blending with the yellow and white juice in the pot.
"Little brat, you're awake." Da Wu was in a great mood. There were only the two of them alive on the top of the mountain, and he couldn't help talking to Lin Xin, "Do you know what this is?"
"Eating spirits." Lin Xin opened his mouth, and the voice he made was extremely weak.
Such a voice obviously pleased the Great Witch, he raised his left hand slightly, and the eight red strings clung to his four fingers. Moving his fingers nimbly, He Ruo walked up like a living person, walked up to Lin Xin, pinched his chin with one hand, and lifted his face.
"This face really resembles your uncle's." He Ruo shook Lin Xin's chin back and forth, "No wonder that idiot Wen Shilan refused to catch you several times."
I'm used to seeing them on weekdays, but now the two are standing together, especially when He Ruo is still in his twenties, they really look alike.
These words came from He Ruo's voice, which came from the big witch.
"Ventriloquism? In our Dayong, only jugglers know this." Lin Xin sneered, looking at the smug witch. Every time he moved his fingers, silver light would flash in his eyes, presumably this was the reason why he was usually blindfolded.
"You Dayong? Hahahaha, what Dayong Damo, you're just like me, a bastard." Dawu seemed to have heard some joke, waved He Ruo away, and took out an eyeball to play with in his hand, " Bastards have nowhere to go."
"What kind of bastard are you?" Lin Xin followed his words and asked.
The big witch is from Beimo, he understands Chinese, but he is not proficient, so he didn't hear that Lin Xin was taking the opportunity to scold him.
"My mother is a Persian dancer, a mortal without spiritual power. She was captured by barbarian nobles and gave birth to me. I have lived in sheepfolds since I was a child. They said that I am a lowly bastard and cannot have a soul. pulse, treat me like an animal.”
After being talked about a lot, he also thought that he would not have a spiritual vein, so he lived with the beatings, scolding and laughing of those noble boys every day.
"People in the world think that only pure-blooded immortals have high spiritual power. In fact, they are wrong, and bastards are more likely to produce geniuses. But, why, why do you have a spiritual vein to be superior to others! I swore a blood oath, and when I have If you lose your power, you will definitely destroy the spiritual veins of everyone in the world, and make those high-ranking nobles crawl on the ground like pigs and dogs!"
Lin Xin tried to reverse his spiritual power, and the spiritual veins fluctuated slightly, and sporadic fluorescent lights slowly overflowed from Dawu's body. It's just that this movement involved the red thread in his body, and the pain caused his eyes to turn black for a while.
Soul power is available, but it hurts too much, I can only suck it little by little. It depends on whether the red thread drained his blood first, or he drained the great witch's soul power first.
Suddenly, something popped up from behind the stone and swallowed up all the stray light spots. Lin Xin was taken aback, Yang Gujian!
All the weapons and ornaments around him were removed, so it was impossible for Yanggu Sword to still be by his side. How did the spirit sword without the master's control fly to such a high mountain
"Everything is not far away!" The big witch raised his arms, his eyes were full of silver, and the eyes in the pot boiled, as if he was about to jump out of the pot and fly into the sky. As long as these thousands of devouring spirits fly all over the place, all the immortals will not be able to escape the end of their spiritual veins being destroyed and their bodies exploding to death.
Shen Lou found the third snow mountain, the top of which towered into the sky and was hidden in the billowing sea of clouds. At the foot of the mountain, a group of people in black robes knelt and raised their hands to the sky, chanting in barbaric language:
[The sky is a god, protecting the earth; the witch god comes to the world, and is unparalleled in dignity.]
here!
Go over the fanatical believers and go straight to the top of the mountain.
"Stop!" Wen Shilan stood on the wolf knife, blocking Shen Lou's way.
"Get out of the way!" Shen Lou Yujian circled around.
However, Wen Shilan followed closely like a tarsal maggot, and stood in front of him again. The mountain was shrouded in mist, standing halfway up the mountain could already feel the bursts of cold air, Shen Lou's eyes turned red, he stopped talking nonsense, and directly raised his sword to chop up.
The confrontation on the battlefield these days is based on the identity of the commander, and it is impossible to forget myself and use all my strength. So far, Shen Lou has not had a good fight with Wen Shilan.
Yu Yuan's sword was like a living thing. In an instant, it matched a hundred moves with Zhanlang Dao, and then quickly returned. Shen Lou lightly tapped on the sword, turned around, the spirit sword returned, and the human sword merged into one.
The sword energy is like a rainbow piercing the sun, changing the color of the situation.
Wen Shilan didn't dare to be careless, these days of fighting, he knew very well that this young Duke of the weak crown was much more powerful than Shen Qirui. In the entire Dayong, I am afraid that no one can surpass him, but he is the real No. 1 person in Dayong.
The deer glasses on the wolf-slaying knife lit up one by one, until five of them lit up, but Shen Qingque still couldn't be suppressed.
An old rival for two lifetimes, Shen Lou is very clear about Wen Shilan's weakness. While he was arousing Lu Li, he threw the sword out, and Yu Yuan turned around in the air, heading straight for Wen Shilan's back.
Wen Shilan turned around to block, and was slow for a moment. A master's move, a little slowness is fatal, Yu Yuan flew past Wen Shilan's neck, leaving a long bloody gash on his shoulder. But Shen Lou still had strength left, he quickly returned the sword and stabbed at him steadily.
If you can't stop this trick, you will lose, and the sweat is still on it! Wen Shilan gritted her teeth and let out a loud roar, which aroused the sixth deer glass.
The landslide and tsunami-like spiritual power rushed towards him with the momentum of thunder, and Shen Lou directly rushed towards it without blinking an eye.
"Boom—" The rocks shattered and the clouds scattered.
As if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top and a heavy hammer hit his chest, blood slowly overflowed from the corner of Shen Lou's mouth.
Wen Shilan didn't feel well either, the spiritual power of the six deer glass was swimming in the meridians, the muscles all over her body bulged and trembled unbearably, and her resolute face gradually became ferocious.
Shen Lou's face was still calm, and there was a slight "click" sound in his ear, and Xinxin's deer jade pendant was cracked.
The sound halfway up the mountain did not reach the top of the mountain.
The big witch proudly showed off his masterpiece, only to find that Lin Xin kept his head down unmoved, and sneered, "When the blood is exhausted, I will make you a puppet and let you deal with that Shen Lou. He is too powerful , even Wen Shilan can't stop him, probably only you can defeat him."
"Only a god can make a living puppet, and what you make is just a puppet. My Shen Lou will recognize you immediately, and then tear you into pieces." Lin Xin said a lot, Yu Guang Glance at the Yanggu sword, try to manipulate it with your soul.
The sword was slowly unsheathed!
Cultivators often attach a ray of remnant soul to the natal spirit sword to control the spirit sword to fly within a short distance. However, the sword is always a dead object, it can jump and flip in the air, but it is absolutely impossible to make the action of "drawing the sword out of its sheath".
Everything has a soul, and soul power is the essence of a living being. Yanggu Jian has absorbed more soul power, and has already given birth to a sword spirit!
"Little boy." The big witch has always regarded himself as an ancient witch god, and he hasn't heard such provocative words for a long time. He gritted his teeth and pinched the red thread, and suddenly accelerated the blood sucking speed.
"Ah—" The pulsating red thread in the meridian brought a heart-piercing pain, Lin Xin yelled, and the Yanggu sword leaped out, striking in the air.
The big witch was taken aback, and stopped immediately, but Yang Gu cut off a finger, bleeding profusely.
The red thread broke, and the power of witchcraft disappeared immediately. Lin Xin pulled out the thin thread in the meridian, held the Yanggu sword, and quickly reversed the spiritual meridian.
A large amount of soul power poured out from the great witch uncontrollably. Not caring about the pain of severed fingers, the big witch immediately pulled out several red threads and started wrestling with Lin Xin.
This time there was no possibility of plotting, and the soul power continued to dissipate. Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the big witch, and controlled Wu Luolan He Ruo to rush forward to block the sword.
He Ruo's body has been transformed by witchcraft, it is harder than ordinary people, he knows no pain, and he is not afraid of death. Pulled out an epee from behind, and slashed towards Lin Xin.
Lin Xin blocked the blow with his horizontal sword, and his jaw went numb and his wrist trembled from the shock. There was a daze in front of his eyes, Lin Xin knew it was due to excessive blood loss, so he didn't dare to fight. With a short sweep, he tripped He Ruo, raised the spirit sword, and all the soul power was aroused, and slashed at the big witch.
The overwhelming momentum was inevitable, the big witch widened her eyes full of silver lights in horror, raised her hand, and set off the cauldron filled with eyeballs.
"Boom boom boom—" The cauldron exploded immediately when it encountered the soul power, and countless eyeballs flew out, rushing towards Lin Xin like a wasp.
Lin Xin drew a sword flower, and drew a full moon in front of him with the Luoying sword. The abundant soul power formed a barrier to keep the eyeballs out.
The big witch waved his sleeves again, and the majestic spiritual power pressed down like a mountain, pushing those eyeballs that were about to be knocked into the air again. Witchcraft is also a kind of fairy art, and it still uses spiritual power.
No matter how fast the spirit sword was, the barrier it turned out was still not a real shield, and soon some eyeballs squeezed through the gap, and they were about to fall on Lin Xin's face.
This half-finished ghost can't be contaminated either!
At this critical moment, the big witch suddenly fell to the ground with a "boom", his whole body twitching like a dying fish.
Without the support of spiritual power, those eyeballs all fell into the snow.
Lin Xin braced himself against the ground with his sword, gasping for breath, and his eyes turned black from time to time. But he didn't dare to relax, he gritted his teeth, held the sword in both hands, and slowly raised it.
"Soul power... bastard, it really is..." The big witch raised his head tremblingly, and looked at Lin Xin unwillingly.
"I'm sorry, I don't have the energy to finish listening to you." Lin Xin knelt down on the ground, clasped his palms into claws, and clasped the big witch's head.
Lin Xin is not a god, and he is not qualified to destroy people's souls, but the demon in front of him cannot be called a human being. Grab the struggling soul and crush it hard.
Fragments of the soul floated in the sky like paper money, Lin Xin sneered: "I'll give you paper money, so you don't have to send them away."
Smiling and laughing, he plunged into the snowdrift.
After losing too much blood, Lin Xin's face was so pale that it almost merged with the snow. Yang Gujian came over by himself and flew around Lin Xin. It's just been born, it's not intelligent, it doesn't understand what's going on with its master, and it doesn't know what to do.
Without the protection of spiritual power, Lin Xin was soaked in ice and snow. Lin Xin could no longer feel the cold, he couldn't even feel the existence of his hands and feet, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. Consciousness gradually blurred, Lin Xin looked at the snow that was swirling, and returned to the year when he was five years old in a daze.
In a world of ice and snow, there is no one in a hundred miles. The young Lin Xin was tied to a tree by Eldest Young Master Zhao, and several teenagers left happily, leaving him alone in the mountains to freeze bit by bit. The strong wind is like a ghost that devours people, gradually swallowing up the little children's cries for help.
The feeling of dying is too terrible, for a child, it is simply unbearable.
In the darkness, I suddenly fell into a warm embrace, warm and soft, with a faint fragrance of plants and trees. Those arms were still weak and immature, but for Lin Xin, they could block the wind and snow all over the world.
Slowly opening his eyes, what he saw was Shen Qingque with a colorful face.
"Xinxin!" Shen Lou hugged Lin Xin into his arms, and opened his clothes to keep him warm.
Lin Xin looked at him, with a wet smile in his eyes, slowly grabbed Shen Lou's clothes, and whispered: "I'm going to freeze to death, this time, can you, don't let me go."