Immortal Sword Master

"This is ...?" Lin Xin reached out and picked up the little bell.

The sound of jingle bells suddenly lifted from the bells, clear and pleasant, but there was a hint of empty inspiration.

"Baihualing, the good things I got when I killed an evil sect in the past few years, the power is average, but the victory is consumed very little and silent, and it can make people recruit without knowing it." Pu Dusheng smiled, " The most important thing is that the master of this bell is also practicing the melody. There seems to be a secret hidden above. "

"You have a heart." Lin Xin did not expect that Pu Dusheng was still remembering himself. Once the friendship was still there, he was slightly moved.

"You and I initially supported each other to create such a big business. This relationship is naturally different." Pudusheng said with emotion.

Aura was slowly poured into the bell, and Lin Xin suddenly felt a faint cold energy flow in the bell. For a moment, he felt a special floral fragrance in his nostril, and he took a deep breath.

Jingle ...

The sound of bells kept echoing in the palace, and a rune of white light emerged from the surrounding walls to defend the sound from invisible shock.

"This is the biggest effect?" Lin Xin mentioned the speed of injecting the aura to the maximum. Suddenly, the aroma from the bells became stronger, and the sound gradually became denser, as if many sounds kept spreading at the same time.

However, if it is said that the actual combat effect is to be achieved, it seems to be too weak. The biggest effect of this thing is that it only affects the minds of monks at the same level. It has no substantial attack power.

I just don't know how, but Lin Xin faintly felt that the bell didn't look so simple.

It seems that somewhere is not fully played.

"This thing seems a little interesting." He tied the bell behind the hilt of the Red Flower Sword.

"Just do what you like." Pu Dusheng smiled. "I asked a few Chinese teachers. This thing doesn't seem so simple. You can go back and study it."

"Well." Lin Xin nodded. "Having you here for half a month, is it okay?"

"It's just as good as your own home." Pu Dusheng laughed suddenly.

The two have been dating for so many years. It really doesn't matter.

"Come, do it first." He picked up Cha Chaolin and respected him.

After the two had a drink with tea instead of wine, Lin Xin was taken by the maid to rest first.

Pu Dusheng watched Lin Xin leave. A long sigh came from within the palace.

"King, what did you just call the old man ...?"

A blurry ghost appeared before him. Seems to be an old monk wearing a bucket, but his body is not an entity, but in some inexplicable fuzzy state.

"Master ... that stranger appeared."

"Oh ?!" The old monk suddenly refreshed. "Is there a layer on the king who will give him the thing as the old lady tells him?" He asked in a hurry.

"It's already given." Pu Dusheng nodded. "The man still treats me as a friend, but unfortunately ..." He looked slightly darkened.

"The king does not have to do this. The necessary sacrifices are inevitable for the king to dominate the industry. If that stranger knows that he can sacrifice for your great cause. Become a glorious page recorded in the history books, he must also be grateful to Dade, endless glory!" Lao The monk comforted.

"I don't care about these, I just hope that the master can do it as soon as possible. When controlling the other party, please try not to hurt the core. In case you can no longer bring things to his country, it is troublesome." Road.

"The old man saved it." The vague old monk nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the gate of the palace.

"Although the king is waiting for the good news from the old lady."

After the mysterious old monk left, Purdue looked complex.

"Don't blame me ..." he murmured, "This is the necessary channel for the exchange of resources. It is entirely up to you and it is too bad for me ..."

Since Lin Xin's mysterious disappearance, his situation has no absolute financial support these years. Life was extremely difficult. Every time after that, I decided to find a way to get this magical trading channel completely. So I found Master Wannian who locked the door.

So there are all arrangements at this time. That bell is not a trophy obtained by obliteration, but a special magic weapon for refining ambush to enter the soul, and it is the heart-controlling bell inherited from Master Wannian's lock heart door.

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Out of the palace gate, Lin Xin walked towards the side palace under the lead of the maid.

He was playing with the mysterious bell he just got. The look was a bit complicated.

"Prudential ..."

Taking the bell off the hilt, he glanced at the double-handed maid in front of him, the cold face behind the maid smiling at him.

Huh!

Blood is fleeting.

The sword light shot by Lin Xin's fingertips penetrated through the maid's neck.

Hiss ... Blood is like living things. Converge towards Lin Xin's location.

Then he dived into a scarlet rune that appeared in front of him.

"It just happened to bring me great cousin Wansha to gather souls." He looked the same, watching the maid quickly dry up. The whole body's blood was absorbed into the magic rune.

The surrounding palaces were empty, and it seemed that there was not even a guard. Only in the distance were lanterns patrolling.

Lin Xin held the bell with his fingers and stuck it inside, preventing him from making a sound.

"Prudential, after all, you still can't hold your ambitions."

With the sharpness of his five senses, he has long noticed something wrong.

When the bell started, there was a faint trace of cold energy trying to penetrate into his skin. However, his excessive physical resistance delayed him a lot, and Lin Xin caught the problem and resisted.

In the deserted palace, unconsciously, even the last maid's lantern light gradually disappeared. In the silence of Wan Yan, as if he was a large palace group, he alone stood in the corridor of the palace, looking back and forth, there were stone pillars and floor tiles that could not see the end.

"It's a pity ...." Lin Xin threw the bell away, his strength wrapped around it and flew away slowly.

At the same time, slowly hold the red flower sword handle with your hand, and lock your eyes on the bell.

"donor...."

Suddenly a vague figure emerged out of nowhere behind him.

"That is the evil and secret treasure that King Shang has worked hard for you. If not, why plan to destroy it?"

The ghostly light was white, and his body was bright. He was an old monk with a fight.

"Who are you?" Lin Xin didn't look back, he felt a secret air lock locked himself. A slight change will hit you like a storm.

The old monk walked towards him slightly.

"Old man, read, Tim is a righteous man on the king's seat."

"Wan Nian?" Lin Xin turned slowly and faced the other side. "Is Purdue calling you?"

The old monk smiled. "The king is still resolute to you. Everything is for the old lady."

"I guess he must want you to control me mentally, in order to achieve the purpose of completely mastering this channel of trading resources?" Lin Xindandan said.

"The donor knows it." Wan Nian smiled and bowed her head.

"It's a pity ...." Lin Xin also smiled. But with a trace of solitude and helplessness.

"What a pity?" Wan Nian asked puzzled.

"Unfortunately ... I didn't want to ..."

There was a loud bang, and the ground where Wan Nian stood was shattered, and a huge blood mouth was bitten out from the bottom up, and it was extremely fast.

Wan Nian was suddenly shocked, and Wang Shangti flew up.

But dozens of black and red rattans had already flown around the ground, and they entangled him in the air.

"Pro!"

Wan Nian is in danger, and she utters the truth in her mouth, turning into a circle of subtle noises. Diffusion shakes in all directions.

Suddenly, dozens of rattans were completely shaken and collapsed softly.

He took the opportunity to shoot forward.

But immediately there were dozens of new rattans, and he didn't know when to entangle his legs, and yanked his body into the air.

Inmanto arched from the ground, opened his mouth wide, looked up at the air, and made a greedy saliva sound.

"town!"

Wan Nian changed the mantra, and the shock was much greater, but this time it had no effect.

The rattan clung to his legs and pulled down fiercely.

Lin Xin watched him suddenly being pulled into Inmanto's scarlet jagged mouth. Even swallowing a lot of masonry.

A trace of soul essence slowly poured into the body through the skin and penetrated into the whirlpool of Guiyuan.

Inmanto chewed contentedly. It hums like an animal.

Unconsciously, his body had grown to over six meters in height, surrounded by a large number of rattan covering the sky, and he could not see the quantity at all.

"It looks like it's losing momentum."

Lin Xin shook his head slightly. With such a big movement, there are actually no guards or guards in the palace, and it seems that Pu Dusheng is no longer as powerful as he was at the beginning.

"Come on, Inmanto."

At random, Lin Xin turned and wanted to leave.

"donor."

Just turned around, but his pupils shrank, and he was a monk with a million thoughts. The blurry figure was a little translucent, just like the one just now.

Wan Nian smiled and bowed his head slightly.

Hiss ... The sword light shone, and the red line suddenly pulled clear bloodstains at night. Pierce Wan Nian's chest fiercely.

"Donor. Why are you doing this?"

Suddenly there were thousands of thoughts slowly walking out in the distance.

The sides of the palace also gradually came out of the dense rows of thoughts, all of which are exactly the same movement. The same posture expression speaks.

Lin Xin's eyes narrowed slightly.

"All thoughts, all thought so ..."

More and more masters of Wannian came out around him. But in just a few breaths, there were hundreds of thousands of thoughts surrounding him and Inmanto, forming a huge encirclement.

"I was born with nine hardships and nine hardships ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ born with mercy, and gave me the right to wait for silence and choice."

All Wannian spoke at the same time, with a peaceful expression. With the sound shaking, Lin Xin felt a little numb all over.

"Forget, coma, dreams, death. These are the four bliss. All beings are bitter. They can instinctively endure these ordeals in these four ways."

"Swallow him, Inmanto!"

Lin Xin's eyes were cold.

偌 Big flower rattan frantically rushed out a cane that was as strong as iron and rushed wildly towards Wan Wannian.

"Pro!"

All thoughts uttered the truth at the same time.

The huge sound waves suddenly converged, the air twisted, the ground shook, and tiny cracks appeared on the palace wall. (To be continued.)

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