The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 192: Black Shadow, Black Shadow (2)

Lan Shuixin's face was flushed red, he looked at Linghu Saint with resentment, and cursed loudly.

"Old man, what are you talking about? Chess pieces? Haha, you can still say such things to me in such a tone now. When I kill you old **** and replace them with the most holy method, you will I know, I..."

Sage Linghu snorted coldly, he stretched out his left hand suddenly, one arm stretched to seven or eight miles long with a 'shua', and slapped Lan Shuixin across the face. Lan Shuixin, who possessed countless supernatural powers and secret techniques, and mastered countless strange secret techniques, actually refused to dodge this seemingly simple slap, and was sent flying tens of feet away by Linghu Saint's slap.

"Crowing...ignorant...stupid!"

Sage Linghu glared at Lan Shuixin coldly, and with a wave of his right hand, the lotus-shaped sword energy diffused into the air again, enveloping Lan Shuixin. Linghu Shengren obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with Lan Shuixin, so he directly killed Lan Shuixin.

Yin Xuege has been silently watching everything in front of her.

This old man with five eyes is actually the spirit of Linghu Saint, one of the three most sacred Dharma Gates?

This guy, together with his two senior brothers, joined forces to create the most terrifying catastrophe in the ancient times of Yuanlu World. Countless sects have been wiped out, countless sects have collapsed, countless monk corpses have piled up like mountains, and the entire Yuanlu world has flowed into rivers of {long}{wind{cf][wx}.

Even Yinxuege, originally a tree species of the primordial world tree, is hiding comfortably in the backcountry of Yuanlu World. Quietly puffing out the majestic breath and preparing to take root and sprout, but because of the catastrophe caused by the three holy saints, poor Yin Xuege was forced to carry the imprint of the lives of countless descendants of fugitives, and a large number of sects' orthodox mantle, in a panic escaped into the primordial void.

And Lan Shuixin, this guy who came from the Void Spiritual Realm and was reborn, also set off a **** storm inside the Holy Dharma Gate.

But why is he here?

The fight is in full swing outside, Lan Shuixin should be sitting outside, why did he sneak here?

Yin Xuege came here to plunder the cross-boundary communication circle. This treasure will be of great use in the future. But what about Lanshuixin? What is he doing here?

The lotus sword energy shot all over the sky. With a trace of demure and soft beauty, but full of the horror charm of destroying everything, the sword energy fell silently. Lan Shuixin cursed angrily, and the seven wolf-headed short knives stuck in his body flew out of his body with a sharp whistling sound, turning into seven short black lights and fiercely facing the lotus sword energy.

There is a 'click'. A tiny crack opened in the void. Then heals quickly.

The lotus sword energy collapsed. The seven short knives whirled and were bounced far away, while Saint Linghu's flying sword also bounced back with a low whistling sound. This hit. Lan Shuixin and Linghu Shengren actually fought to a tie. Whether it's mana or supernatural powers, or the flying swords and knives they use, they are just a tie.

Sage Linghu frowned.

"The one behind you is willing to give up. I have spent 8,000 years of hard work on this green lotus, extracting the first ray of dedusting and fresh air from the innocent green lotus every morning, and using my life's true fire day and night It was tempered into a ray of Qinglian sword intent, and then fused into the top-grade sword embryo, which made such a magic weapon. This sword, I took this opportunity to go down to the world and give it to Linghu's family to suppress luck."

"Unexpectedly, these broken copper and iron smelting handles of yours can actually block my Qinglianyi attack?"

Lan Shuixin struggled up from the ground unsteadily, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth that was slapped by Linghu Shengren, and laughed 'squeaky'.

"Farting is simply bullshit, it stinks!"

He pointed at Saint Linghu and shouted disdainfully.

"You old people like to make such mysteries. What is the first ray of dedusting and fresh air on the Wugou Qinglian? What kind of **** is that?"

"My seven-handed greedy wolf slaughter is very simple to refine. Over the past 13,000 years in the void spirit world, there have been more than ten billion disciples from various families who have fallen, and 700 million of them have been extracted to temper their souls into one. Use the ashes of all their corpses to cast them into the blade, and this treasure will be refined!"

Grabbing Tanlangtu and flying back to his side, Lan Shuixin smiled strangely.

"Old and immortal, there are 100 million ghosts of the children of the saint family howling in this knife!"

Sage Linghu looked at Lan Shuixin disapprovingly, held Qinglianyi casually, and played with the flying sword briskly with his fingers, causing the sword edge to radiate a bright sword light in his hand.

"You want to mess with me? Lan Shuixin, you are still too tender."

"What are the innocent souls of hundreds of millions of children from various families? In the past countless years, millions of children from various families have fallen every year in the void spirit world. Since the opening of the void spirit world, eight hundred and three families, There are more than trillions of disciples who have fallen?"

Sage Linghu smiled gently and gracefully, and with a backhand, he grabbed the crimson seal in his hand.

"This old man has witnessed tens of thousands of sons and millions of grandchildren being beaten to death... Hey!"

Yin Xuege felt chills in his heart, and the meaning in the words of Lan Shuixin and Linghu Shengren made his hair stand on end. Void spirit world, what kind of damned **** is that? The masters of the Soul Realm who ascended to that world in the Yuan Continent world, wouldn't they all become their cannon fodder?

As if sensing the question in Yin Xuege's heart, Saint Linghu turned around with a smile and shook his head at Yin Xuege.

"It's not cannon fodder, it's just a machine for reproduction."

"It must be known that the deeper the cultivation base, the weaker the ability to reproduce offspring. With so many families like ours, if we want to have enough troops to fight, we must have a steady stream of new blood. Those younger generations who have just ascended, they The mission of the first 10,000 years after ascension is to desperately give birth to children."

Lan Shuixin laughed 'quack', with an incomparably insolent and proud smile.

"The children they give birth to, take advantage of their low cultivation level, and then work hard to have children, and their children and grandchildren will be endless. Then, when their cultivation base reaches a certain level, it becomes difficult to reproduce offspring. Just directly Send them to die."

Sage Linghu smiled lightly and sighed lightly.

"That's not to die, but to sacrifice in blood for the benefit of the most holy method. Death and sacrifice are very different concepts."

Smiling and laughing, Saint Linghu suddenly burst out a fist-sized purple-gold glare from his brows and eyes, and shot towards Lan Shuixin viciously. The light ball was so fast that it was indescribable, and it hit Lan Shuixin's body hard at the same time as it came out of the body.

Lan Shuixin's body disintegrated in that bright light, and a thick cloud of black air spewed out from his collapsed body.

'Swoosh swish'. It was like the soft sound of silkworms spinning silk in spring. Strips of extremely thin black rays of light are constantly drawn out in the black mist. These black threads of light interweave each other, and soon a black figure about ten feet tall with a smooth face and no facial features is formed.

Sage Linghu looked at the black figure standing there quietly. Then he sighed heavily.

"You really are not the rebellious Lan Shuixin. With his current situation, he can't get away from the full moon operation shrouded in the true light of the Five Elements. How could he be in the mood. Which force sneaked in here?"

The black figure moved his neck surreptitiously, and it was clearly a body made of black rays of light, but when he moved. There was a crisp sound of joints coming from his body. He raised his hands again, vigorously moved the joints of his body, and then let out a long and joyful sigh.

He didn't pay attention to Linghu Shengren's words at all, but walked around the square where Yin Xuege and the others were in a circle, tilting his head and staring at Yin Xuege for a while , and then returned to the front of Linghu Saint.

Yin Xuege looked at this black figure with extreme vigilance.

Although he didn't have any strange aura on him, Yin Xuege instinctively sensed that this guy was dangerous.

Extremely dangerous, far a million times more dangerous than the sense of threat Linghu Shengren gave him. This feeling, as if this figure itself is a collection of all the 'dangers' in the world, his existence is dangerous to the whole world and to all living beings.

Shifang Chaodu trembled slightly, Yin Xuege held Shifang Chaodu tightly. Between his brows, the Dao Palace left by Taoist Kong Miao also trembled slightly.

Sage Linghu didn't say anything, he just looked at the black figure quietly.

After a long time, the black figure who had been staring at Saint Linghu finally spoke.

Although there were no facial features on his face, an extremely hoarse, extremely muddy, muddy voice that made the eardrums sore came from the body of the black figure.

"You... actually... use... the spirit... the lower realm."

"This trace of... the spirit... came... here... all the costs... I'm afraid... it will cost... you... three thousand years of hard work?"

"A mere...Lan Shuixin...you...so... value it?"

Sage Linghu sneered. He looked at the black figure, and unconsciously, there was a hint of coldness and resentment in his tone.

"Lan Shuixin wants to destroy our foundation, can we not take it seriously? If I don't use my spirit to go down to the realm myself, the matter will not end."

The black figure was silent for a while, he pointed his hand, and the seven-handled Tanlangtu quietly flew to his side, dancing briskly around his palm.

"Why...can't... end?"

"You... hand over... the most holy method... the foundation... in the lower realm... and it will end naturally...."

Sage Linghu looked at the black figure coldly, and his tone became extremely cold.

"Do you think it is possible?"

"Why...can't...maybe...you...in the...empty...spirit world...foundation...stable."

"The lower realm...the foundation...is useless."

"Who said our foundation in the lower realm is useless? It is of great use~IndoMTL.com~ The black figure is silent, a long silence.

After a long time, he shook his head helplessly.

"For so many...years...we...for the first time...face-to-face...communication. And...in...here."

"No need to talk about it?"

Sage Linghu pondered for a long time before he slowly shook his head and bowed solemnly to the black figure.

"The three of us brothers and sisters agreed that there is no need to talk about it."

The black figure twisted his neck, and the seven-handed Tanlangtu slashed towards Linghu Saint.

"Very good...go to death...I...destroy you...full door." (to be continued...)

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