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Lin Xun also didn't expect that this time he escaped, and he was not caught up by Mingzi, but instead fell into the hands of Gufozi.

Thinking of this, Lin Xun felt an indescribable hatred in his heart!

From the Eighteen Ksitigarbhas to the ancient Buddhas, they all regarded themselves as heretics and used all means to target and attack themselves, which was simply too much deception.

Lin Xun is not a saint without emotions and desires. How can he not be angry and hate when he is treated like this one after another?

"This account must be calculated in blood!"

Lin Xun gritted his teeth secretly.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to hold back the bad breath, and calmed down.

Right now, his situation is extremely dangerous. At the ankle, he is grasped by a large pale hand, and he can't break free.

Moreover, as his body sank in the turbid blood-colored river water, Lin Xun could clearly perceive that a wave of cold and violent thoughts whistled from all directions, locking himself in.

A sense of danger like death came to Lin Xun's heart, and there was a sense of depression that was about to suffocate, and his whole body froze.

He has never encountered such a dangerous and unknown thing since he set foot on the King's Realm!

Styx, no one dares to take a step beyond the thunderous pool.

But now, he is dragged by a big hand and sinks into it!

He had already tried, and even with the sharpness of the broken blade, he could not shake that pale big hand.

The most dangerous thing is that he had fought against Ming Zi before, and he used Impermanence Slash and Instant Spring and Autumn in succession. Although he severely defeated Ming Zi, he consumed most of his stamina.

Then, he was attacked by Gu Fuzi again, and now he has become seriously injured.

Trouble!

Lin Xun frowned, caring about nothing else, grabbing a few of the king medicine and stuffing it into his mouth, refining it with all his strength, in order to repair the injury.

boom!

The pressure is getting bigger and bigger. Under the Styx River, it is extremely turbid, and there are corpses and bones floating in it.

at the same time,

There are also all kinds of cold and violent aura shrouded in it.

This caused incomparable pressure on Lin Xun's body and mind, as if he was on the verge of drowning, even raising an arm seemed extremely difficult.

Until later, nothing could be seen, and there was a lot of blood.

Cold, depressed, weird, unknown... All kinds of breaths are intertwined, causing Lin Xun's consciousness to suffer a great impact and become blurred.

In the haze, there seemed to be bursts of sobbing and complaining voices, and there seemed to be a resounding roar of evil spirits.

Some saints sighed in sorrow.

Some gods and demons screamed madly.

...Lin Xun only felt that his mind was a mess, drowsy and blurry, and occasionally even some strange fragments of pictures appeared.

There are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, there are rains of blood, and there are gods, demons, ghosts, saints, and demons... all kinds of strange figures are fighting fiercely and roaring.

Later, everything becomes ethereal and distant.

The various scenes gradually turned into endless darkness.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly——

A dim yellow mottled light emerged, illuminating the darkness, causing Lin Xun's drowsy consciousness to gather little by little.

Then, with a sudden shock, he regained a sense of sobriety.

An oil lamp, at some point in time, stood on the ground on one side, propping up a dim yellow light shadow, covering the area where Lin Xun was.

The lamp shadow is very small, like a dim yellow umbrella, it can only cover the surrounding area of ​​Lin Xun, and beyond that, there is a vast river.

This river is as dark as ink!

No blame light!

Lin Xun's consciousness gradually became sober, he recognized the treasure presented by the skeleton boatman, and also realized that he was drunk by this lamp.

Lin Xun took a deep breath and felt it carefully.

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In the small area shrouded in dim yellow lights, there is nothing unusual, giving people a calm, stable and reassuring feeling.

But when the consciousness swept out of the lamp shadow, in an instant, the terrifying cold and violent aura was like a landslide and tsunami, culling!

In the dark water, it was as if countless monsters and monsters were dormant, and they were devoured by those who chose them!

Lin Xun resolutely retracted his consciousness, and there was a ferocious cold roar in his ears, which made his heart linger, and his face was a little ugly.

Needless to say, this is the bottom of the Styx!

However, the turbid blood-colored river water has become a depressing dark color.

Moreover, if there is no blame lamp, the consequences are absolutely unimaginable!

Lin Xun took a deep breath and pondered silently for a long time, then abandoned his distracting thoughts and began to meditate.

The surroundings were silent, not even the sound of water flow could be heard, and the ubiquitous darkness made it difficult to breathe.

Lin Xun was unaware of this.

after one day.

After the whole body's injuries were repaired, Lin Xun returned to his peak state. He only felt his eyes and eyes were clear and refreshed, and he had a strong desire to survive.

He turned his gaze to the blameless lamp on one side.

Its wick is like a bean, swaying with dim yellow mottled light and shadow, giving people a sense of warmth.

The lamp has a gray and old-fashioned color, like a stubborn iron that has been polished with endless years, giving people a sense of the precipitation of the years.

At the beginning, the skeleton boatman hung them on a black boat and crossed the Styx.

Lin Xuntan held the lamp in his hand, intending to use the power of the lamp to leave the Styx.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the lamp seemed to grow on the ground, not moving at all!

Um?

Lin Xun's black eyes narrowed and he looked at it carefully.

After a while, he finally understood the reason, this lamp, although propped up the shadow of the lamp, blocked the strange power in the dark for himself.

But at the same time, it is also under the oppression of that strange force!

Lin Xun's face became uncertain, and he realized a key problem. To get out of trouble, he must pioneer to eliminate the strange power in the dark river!

However, with his current strength, it is simply impossible to achieve this step.

How to do?

Lin Xun was lost in thought.

He has never been one to sit still, but if there is a glimmer of hope, he will never give up.

The big black bird once said that if it weren't for the black pot in its hands, even a saint would not be able to suppress the strange power in this Styx!

And now, Lin Xun is at the bottom of the Styx, and his strength is still far from that of a saint. There seems to be no hope at all if he wants to get out of trouble.

Just, is it really so?

three days later.

A bold thought appeared in Lin Xun's heart. If the thunder of immortality was triggered, would it be possible to open a way of life?

Tribulation thunder, derived from the will of heaven, until it reaches the tyranny, kills the evil spirits of heaven and earth, and has the power to cleanse the universe!

Beneath the River Styx, there were piles of bones and corpses, and the remnants and resentments from ancient times were sinking here, which just seemed strange and unknown.

If you can overcome the robbery and open a way to survive, it is undoubtedly a good choice.

But at the same time, the risks are also enormous.

Lin Xun can't guarantee that he will be disturbed and invaded by those strange and residual thoughts when he is robbing.

But after thinking about it, this was the only way Lin Xun could think of to get out of trouble.

"Forget it, now I am still a long way from the first doom of the road to longevity. Before that, I can only retreat here..."

Yes, shut down!

trapped here, wan

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As dormant for a while, Lin Xun didn't think that he would be trapped here forever in his life!

Thinking of this, Lin Xun completely calmed down and began to think silently.

This time he entered the forbidden area of ​​the Styx River, and he gained a lot of opportunities, such as the fire of the wonderful Tao, such as the one-style sword move left by no disaster, such as nearly a hundred thunder-sound purple bamboo, such as the great underworld magic...

Not to mention these, just the magic medicine and king medicine he carried on his body were enough to support him in retreat here for a long time!

hum~

Lin Xun did not hesitate, sacrificed the fire of the wonderful Tao, turned it into a cauldron, exuding an eternal and immortal miraculous breath.

Clang!

The broken blade swept out, and it swept into the furnace in an instant, and began to be tempered and nurtured.

Lin Xun waved his sleeve robe, and a pile of divine materials poured out, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

These divine materials were all collected by him over the years, and now, he intends to use these divine materials to temper Broken Blade.

Lin Xun looked calm, separated a ray of divine consciousness, controlled all the wonderful fires, and from time to time put various kinds of divine materials into the fires.

Lin Xun, who is the master of the spirit pattern, is naturally familiar with the refining tools.

Although it is said that cultivating a king's daoji soldier and refining weapons are different, but they have the same goal, and with the help of many wonderful dao fires, it is enough for him to thoroughly temper the broken blade.

The origin of Broken Blade is extremely mysterious, and it has its own inheritance mystery. In the final analysis, it is incomplete!

Lin Xun had thought about it a long time ago, whether he wanted to make a new weapon of the king's way, or turn Broken Blade into his own king's sword.

And now, he has made a decision.

Since his practice, Broken Blade has always exerted immeasurable power, and like the inheritance of the word "Yuan" and the inheritance of the word "Extreme", they all need to be displayed through Broken Blade.

If you choose a new weapon to be the king's ultimate soldier, it is tantamount to dusting the Pearl of the Broken Blade and ruining it!

The fire of all the wonderful paths glows like a cauldron, constantly smelting the divine ingredients, and the broken blade floats and sinks in it, being continuously tempered and nurtured.

Controlling and paying attention to all of this with a part of his consciousness, Lin Xun ignored it and immersed himself in his own practice.

Now, his cultivation base has reached the late stage of the king realm, and he is only one step away from the perfection.

What we need to do now is to achieve the ultimate cultivation base and advance to breakthroughs. Only in this way can we trigger the first calamity of longevity!

However, before practicing, Lin Xun decided to practice the [Great Nether Magic]!

If the primordial spirit can be divided into three parts, and each is in charge of the "past", "this life" and "future", it will be enough to achieve a multiplier effect for one's own practice.

For example, when practicing, a primordial spirit can go to comprehend the martial arts, one can temper the cultivation base, and one can be used to perceive the power of the avenue!

In the darkness, the dim yellow oil lamp flickered, and Lin Xun fell into enlightenment, unaware that time passed...

...

Devil Lin is dead!

This news, like a storm, swept the entire Lihuo Realm in just a few days, causing an unknown amount of uproar.

Many people can't believe it, but the news has been further confirmed with the return of the strong man who went to the forbidden area of ​​the Styx to seek fortunes!

Lin Moshen died. He died on the way of Mingzi's pursuit. He was attacked by the ancient Buddha from the Dizang Temple and fell under the Styx River!

For a while, I don't know how many people feel sorry for it.

Lin Moshen is like a legend. Too many miracles have happened to him. Since his debut, he has never had a real defeat.

But it is such a peerless character who is like a monster, but he drinks hatred under the Styx, how can people not sigh and sigh?

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PS: Goldfish's grandfather passed away at noon today, no update at night, sorry everyone~

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