Immortal Sword Master

Chapter 667: Fate Demon Resentment Three

Without saying a word, Lin Xin turned around and left.

Lu Qiaoqiao yelled loudly from behind, but he ignored him.

Don't mention saving others at this time, save yourself first.

If the resentful river chanter remembered correctly, he should have been lured away by Lu Qiaoqiao and the two of them to stall for time, but he didn't expect to come back so soon.

"Wait!!" Lu Qiaoqiao desperately crawled out.

But Lin Xin didn't care at all, quickly submerged into the red light, and disappeared after a few strokes.

Lu Qiaoqiao's eyes showed despair.

She tried her best to support her body with the broken sword, and staggered outward step by step.

hiss....

Suddenly, a round black hole appeared in the air behind her, and inside was a large black vortex.

The Resentful River Singer slowly crawled out, and when he saw the messy hall, he suddenly became angry.

"Husla..."

The three mouths sang simultaneously.

A layer of dark yellow light suddenly went from bottom to top, bound Lu Qiaoqiao's legs, and spread up quickly.

"No!!"

Lu Qiaoqiao struggled frantically, but her strength was exhausted, and she couldn't break free at all.

Seeing the River of Resentment singer approaching step by step, her eyes finally showed panic for the first time.

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With a grunt, Lin Xin rushed out with two people from between the huge black pupils, and the surrounding gray extremes were instantly lifted.

Everything returned to normal color again.

After Lin Xin took a look, the huge black eyes began to slowly and transparently dissipate.

The entrance and exit began to hide again.

He carefully guarded for the next four weeks, now is his weakest time, if a fifth-level immortal comes out to cut off the beard, the outcome is really uncertain.

Originally, there was an formation arranged by the people of Yuanxia Mountain in Heishui, but because the spiritual imprint of the formation setter dissipated, the formation was manipulated by five people, and Lin Xin found the eye of the formation after a few strokes.

Here is also isolated by the formation of Yuanxia Mountain people, it should be able to last for a while.

"Perhaps we can rest and recuperate here.... No... I don't know if the River of Resentment Singer can still come out. If he can still chase him out, it would be tantamount to seeking his own death."

Putting aside this thought, Lin Xin mentioned that the two of them walked out quickly.

He wasn't walking fast, and the corpses of monsters that had been cleaned up were lying everywhere outside. There is still a faint golden light shining in midair, obviously the previous formation is still in operation.

Walking to the edge of the formation, he examined it carefully, calculating the loopholes and loopholes in his mind.

Not long after, he stretched out his hand slightly in the void, and the whole person, together with Zeng Zhuo brothers and sisters, disappeared in the same place in an instant.

On the bank of the Resentful Soul River, Lin Xin took the two of them to look at the black river surface roiling with black air, with hesitant expressions on their faces.

"Brother Xin...can you please let me down..."

Zeng Zhuo, who was carried by him in his left hand, finally woke up with a disastrous expression on his face, obviously extremely weak.

"Brother Zeng is awake?"

Lin Xin smiled and put him down.

"Thank you fellow daoist for saving your life."

As soon as Zeng Zhuo stood up, he made a long bow to Lin Xinzuo, bowed and bowed for a long time.

"Brother Zeng, you are being polite. Now is not the time to talk about these things, but is there any way to cross this river?"

He is also extremely weak now, and he still has a heavy treasure in his hand. I don't know what the role of the Kira mask is. From the conversation between the two people from Yuanxia Mountain, it can be roughly judged that this thing is probably a complete ancient artifact.

As for the effect, you need to go back and check it out slowly.

Zeng Zhuo smiled slightly.

"It's not difficult."

He first took over Murong Jun from Lin Xin, checked the status of his righteous sister, and then looked at his own status, and suddenly his face became even more wry.

He took out a black golden rune paper from his body and handed it to Lin Xin.

"Brother Xin, this is a fate talisman that I painstakingly refined. It can isolate more than 3,000 kinds of negative forces of different nature in the surrounding area for a short period of time. It should also be effective for the Wraith River. But..."

"But what?"

Lin Xin asked a question.

"But only two people can use it at a time, and it can only be used once."

Zeng Zhuo shook his head and smiled wryly.

"This was originally prepared as a life-saving item for me and my righteous sister, but I didn't expect this situation."

Lin Xin's face darkened slightly, he lowered his head and thought for a while.

"You take your sister across the river, I have my own way."

"Brother Xin doesn't have to be like this." Zeng Zhuo stuffed the black talisman into Xin Lin's hand.

"You take Xiaojun there. I'll stay here and find another way. Maybe I can find another way to cross the river."

"It doesn't have to be."

Lin Xin shook his head.

"I'm not lying. I really have a way. Don't worry, I won't make fun of my own safety."

The two pushed each other for a long time, and Zeng Zhuocai agreed to take his sister across the river.

He also told Lin Xin the addresses and identities of the two of them, so that if he was free in the future, he could go to find them.

The two were originally two peak masters in a big force in a small world, and they could be regarded as the supreme elders of the sect. After exchanging contact information, Zeng Zhuocai took his sister into the air, staggered up the black talisman, flew into the river of resentful souls, and soon disappeared.

Lin Xin watched the two leave, and waited for a while. Seeing no one around, I didn't feel Da Neng's attention.

Then he reached out and touched the center of his eyebrows.

hiss....

A black figure suddenly appeared behind him.

This person has three heads, each of which is a female face, covered with silver-gray scales, and there is a trace of black air around it, which is extremely cold.

"combine."

Lin Xin smiled, opened his arms, and the figure behind him slowly walked towards him.

The two of them merged into one at once, as if wearing a black phantom around Lin Xin.

"The holy body comes from the underworld, and the most feared is this kind of negative power."

Lin Xin rose from the ground and flew towards the Resentful Soul River.

When the black air on the river surface touched him, it was blown away soundlessly, just like ordinary fog, completely harmless.

With the help of the power of the holy body, Lin Xin moved and flew at high speed, and returned along the original road.

After a while, several monk skeletons appeared on the river ahead, floating up and down, obviously it had been a long time.

"It's the corpses corroded by Yuan Mo's resentment."

Lin Xin recognized the corpse in his heart, and began to look around for the black air with eyes.

Soon on the right front, he saw the swaying and slowly flying Yuanmo resentment.

It seems to be a little bigger, and it is swimming slowly on the river, like a black snake.

Lin Xin squinted his eyes, and slowly approached the Yuanmo resentment.

As the distance approached, he clearly began to feel a trace of warm current penetrated from the surface of the skin into his body.

This is exactly the same as when he got attribute points.

Looking at the free attribute again, it really began to increase slowly. Although it was only a little bit slower in one second, it finally proved that the increase in attributes was indeed related to the resentment of fate.

Lin Xin stopped ten meters away from Yuanmo Resentment, suspended on the river without moving.

The one-eyed black air didn't seem to notice his approach at all, and was still swimming and floating slowly.

Lin Xin looked at the growth rate of the attribute point, and slowly approached it a little further.

Immediately, the attributes improved faster, from one point per second to two points per second.

Yuan Mo's resentment seemed to have noticed something, and stopped suddenly. The huge one-eyed wobbled and looked around. Then stare directly at Lin Xin's position.

There were bursts of babbling sounds like children singing faintly in the air. This is the sound of the dead wind, but Lin Xin has the protection of the holy body at this time, and the holy body itself is the strongest and largest Yin demon. , with little effect.

Lin Xin stared at Yuan Mo's resentment, and moved forward again by one meter.

The distance between one person and the other was only five meters.

The attribute points jumped even more violently, flying upwards at three o'clock every second.

In such a short period of time, Lin Xin has increased his free attribute by more than 300 points, and the speed is still increasing rapidly.

While he was overjoyed, his desire for Yuan Mo's resentment became stronger.

Slowly and gently, he moved a little closer to the other party.

There are only two meters left at this time. Almost face to face, close at hand.

The speed at which the free attribute improved has soared to five points per second.

hiss!

Before Lin Xin had stabilized for a while, Yuanmo's resentment suddenly roared and rushed towards him.

As soon as his eyes went dark, Lin Xin's whole body was directly engulfed in the black air, and he lost all vision around him.

Streams of scorching hot terrifying heat surged madly from the surface of his skin into his body.

It's like it's on fire.

Countless resentment, anger, pain, and loneliness flooded into my mind at the same time! !

It's all the clone's endless negative emotions towards the demon king's body.

The scorching hot emotional power has been accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years, and not only has it not melted, but it has become more and more distorted.

All kinds of negative emotions rushed into Lin Xin's mind like an ocean.

His mind suddenly went blank.

For hundreds of thousands of years, there are countless memories of the demon king's avatar on this river of resentful souls.

Loneliness, loneliness, pain, despair.

For too long, the clone of the Demon God King gradually fell into distortion. He began to resent the body that put him here, he began to be angry at his irresistible fate, and he began to distort his mind because of loneliness.

This was all the negative emotions that were rejected by the demon king's avatar. After he separated himself, he chose to return to the main body, but this part of the separated impurities was left on the river of resentful souls, constantly floating.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

"Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!"

Countless voices and countless memories rushed into Lin Xin's mind.

Fortunately, he also had experience in dealing with such a huge memory mountain before, otherwise he might be shocked into a complete idiot the first moment he came into contact with it. The main body of consciousness is directly occupied by the demon king's negative emotions, turning into a monster that can only kill.

The free attributes are rising like crazy rockets.

a thousand points.

Five thousand points.

Ten thousand points.

Twenty thousand points.

Fifty thousand points!

The speed of the free attribute finally slowed down, and finally stopped at a position of more than 65,000.

The black energy enveloping Lin Xin gradually penetrated into his body, was completely absorbed by him, and turned into a free attribute.

"it is finally over."

He let out a long breath, and saw that the attributes had increased by more than 65,000 points, and he was overjoyed.

Up to now, the level of strength is getting bigger and bigger, and the improvement of attributes is no longer as it was in the beginning, where dozens of points can have a great impact.

The power level of the human immortal is too high, dozens of points, hundreds, or even thousands of points, will not have much impact.

But tens of thousands of points are different.

When he came back to his senses, Lin Xin already had a large group of painful memories of the demon king's avatar in his mind.

But these are nothing to him, the attributes he gets are the key.

Looking at the original Yuanmo resentment, it has disappeared without a trace.

Lin Xin looked around and found no bystanders, so he quickly flew across the river. (to be continued ~^~)

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