Chapter 1240: Lin Devil's influence

The search for the blood of the Styx has ended, and the news about it has spread.
There are three people who are most noticed.
The first one is Lin Xun, the ancient freak Wushan Lin, the golden Uzbek prince Wuling Road and other outstanding figures, all died in his hands, the record is brilliant, and attracts people's attention.
But it is also regrettable to be here, such a dazzling king who is absolutely stunned, but who is desperately under the Styx, whoever hears, I am afraid that he can not remain calm.
The second one is the sorcerer, the horror character who has been sleeping for a long time and has been born from the altar of the gods. The strength of the battle is naturally unquestionable.
Like Wang Xuanyu, they have been shaken back by two consecutive moves!
Moreover, in the hands of the master of the Emperor's refining the gods, the seals are a lot of anti-Japanese creations, which are coveted and unavoidable.
However, the meditation is not invincible.
Because they are all clear, Lin Deshen had once smashed it, and combined a wretched bird, with a black pot to take away the meditation pot in the hands of the gods!
It is a pity that the forest gods did not enjoy the fruits of victory and they died...
The third is the ancient Buddha.
It can be said that the reason why the ancient Buddha caused the attention of the eight parties was entirely because of the death of Lin Xun, which was caused by his hand!
Is the forest devil strong?
Strong!
Whether it is in the ancient wilderness area or in this absolute domain, it is just the words "Lin Demon", which is enough to shock the crowd and make people smell and change.
In the end, it is still dead in the elaborate arrangement of the ancient Buddha!
In this way, it is difficult for the ancient Buddha to think that it does not attract people's attention.
Of course, the ancient Buddha was also very famous before, but it was extremely mysterious, and few of his news came out.
Nowadays, he can be described as a fame in the war, stepping on the body of the demon god, and receiving a lot of attention!
In addition to the three of them, there are other news that shock people's minds, but in comparison, the influence is obviously inferior.
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"Lin Demon is dead, hahaha, Seven Brothers, Thirteen Brothers, this is God's will! You can look at it!"
In front of the flying star Lingshan, Wu Wujiu, the son of Wuwu, cried and laughed, his voice was mournful, and there was another kind of pleasure that could not be said.
Behind him, Jin Wuyi’s strong look is full of excitement and sadness.
A forest demon, killing them, do not know how many strong, and now finally suffered, so that they also have a sense of great hatred.
......
"it is good!"
"God has an eye, and finally let this be killed!"
"Dead is good, dead is wonderful, who can believe that Lin De God is actually being killed by people? Hahaha..."
On this day, the forces of the beasts, the Xuandu Daomen, the Haishou, and the worship of the moon, and other great forces, gathered together.
When I talked about the news of Lin’s fall, I was dancing and gloating, just like removing the heaviest stones in my heart.
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"The world is rumored to be dead, but I don't believe it."
Ji Xingyao whispered, her white clothes were like snow, her figure was slim and beautiful.
Mo Tianhe sighed aside and said: "Sister, we have been guarding this river for half a month, but we have not waited until he appears. Do you think he can still live?"
"meeting!"
The answer is the old man. He is unconventional calm. He stares at the direction of the forbidden land in the river. He is, "I am the only brother of my gold, may you die like this?"
The voice is low, and it seems to strengthen the inner feelings.
Then he regained his gaze and turned and walked away.
"where are you going?"
Ji Xingyao asked.
"Fast, stop him, he is very likely to go to the ancient Buddha to avenge!"
Daddy, Mo Tianhe suddenly changed his face and chased him together with Ji Xingyao.
Just, when there is a catch up, where is the shadow of the old man?
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Windy, a gloomy swamp.
Hey!
A smashed sword like a fireworks suddenly appeared, turned into a thousand swords, covering the next.
A burst of suffocating sounds, mixed with blood and screams.
After half a ring, the silence was restored on the spot, and there were seven or eight bodies on the ground.
Hey!
The only gray-clothed man standing in the field took up his three-footed Qingfeng and turned away.
Lin Devil is dead!
When I returned from the swamp, I heard this news, and the gray man was holding it, and his hands couldn’t help but tighten.
The back of the hand is green!
"In that year, you regarded my Yue Jianming as a brother. Today, I am revenge for you!"
For a long time, the gray-clothed man set off, alone and heaven and earth, silent and firm.
Jun will treat me with the national sergeant, and I will report it to the national priest!
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"Jing Yan Shimei, Lin Devil is dead, why can't you put it down?"
From the fire, Yan Yanqiu frowned.
Since I heard the death of Lin Xun, Zhao Jingxi was like a konjac, and set off to come to the fire.
Seven days and seven nights, do not stop, do not rest.
She does not believe that Lin Xun will die!
In the sky, the snow falling like a goose feather, Zhao Jingyu was in a shadow, silently moving forward, she was close to her lips, her face was pale, and the bright and clear eyes were dull and empty.
In the past, she was like a moon, a burning scent, a graceful appearance, and a good grace. It is far from being comparable to an ordinary woman.
However, she is now, but she is no longer in the past!
This makes Yan Yanqiu very sad, but also more and more hate Lin Xun, death will die, but also make Jingjing Shimei so sad, simply can not be forgiven!
Of course, if Lin is alive, he will kill him personally.
......
Among the contemporary figures, only two people have made my heart admire. One is Yun Qingbai, the natural sword bone, the talent is unparalleled, and it is still invincible, and the true meaning of the kendo.
"The second is Lin Xun."
A famous mountain blessed land, the sun and moon shrine descendant Yu Hengzhen slowly open, "Yun Qingbai's talents from childhood, into the Tongtian Jianzong practice, all the way to kill the fruit, all the way up, on the practice, almost an impeccable existence, enough Make your peers dim."
"It is unfortunate for other strong people to be with him in an era."
"Original, I thought that there is no more role in this world to compete with Yun Qingbai, but since Lin Xun’s rise in the ancient wilderness, I have seen this possibility!"
This is undoubtedly a very high evaluation.
Some of the nearby sun and moon shrines are moving.
Yu Hengzhen, the leader of the younger generation of the Sun and Moon Temple, can be compared with it, only Wang Xuanyu, Ye Mozhen, Yan Qiqiu and so on.
But now, he has made such a high evaluation of Yun Qingbai and Lin Xun. Who can not be surprised?
Yun Qingbai became famous very early. His power is already well known, but it can be understood and accepted.
For Lin Xun, there is a lot of controversy.
In particular, when Yan Hengzhen regarded Lin Xun as a strong person who could compete with Yun Qingbai, the descendants of these sun and moon temples were somewhat wrong and unconvinced.
"You don't understand. Since the rise of Lin Xun, he has been arbitrarily conquering the eight enemies. He has squandered a road of criticism in many difficult situations. So far, there has never been a real defeat. This is like a miracle."
Yan Heng’s eyes are a bit complicated.
In the past, he never noticed Lin Xun, but he became more and more surprised when he began to understand and learned more and more.
Because Lin Xun’s practice road is absolutely worthy of the word
big, not easy to be enemies
!
"But he is dead after all."
Someone is jealous.
Yu Hengzhen was suddenly silent, and for a long time he sighed: "If there is no forest in the world, do you feel bored on the road?"
Speaking of this, he glimpsed his eyes and glanced around, saying: "What about Xiao Shidi?"
Everyone knows that he is talking about Xiao Qinghe.
"Returning to the brothers, since I heard that the demon died, Xiao brother, he left the mountain alone, leaving a letter before leaving."
A woman walked out and presented the letterhead.
Yan Heng really opened it and wrote: "I have countless friends in this life, but there are very few confidants. Lin Xun is one of them. Now I listen to his bad news. If I don't want to ask for a statement, I am upset, please Brothers understand."
Yu Heng really sighed softly, worried, and gratified.
The road to practice, long and distant, can get one or two confidants, life and death, according to the liver and gallbladder, is a great fortune in life!
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Lin Xun’s death, the impact, is far beyond the estimate.
When everyone was horrified, why did the rumors of these news in the Jiujing, only to find out that, in the unconsciously, Lin Xun’s influence is enough to affect everyone’s nerves!
Is this not a power?
Regrettably, this power is reflected in his fall...
This makes many people jealous.
Just like the sun in the sky, in the past, it has been there, people have long been accustomed to its existence, but when it falls one day, no longer appear, people will find that the sun is unique!
The years are ruthless, and this is true. As time goes by, the news about Lin Xun gradually began to become flat.
In the Shangjiu, there are sensational events happening every once in a while.
The rise of peerless characters has led the way.
The land of the heavens is born, attracting the ten strong people to explore.
Slowly, there is less and less discussion about Lin Xun, but when it comes to it, it is just a sigh of pity, or a laugh of gloating.
As in the past, the war has broken out frequently, and conflicts often occur.
On this day, a group of strong people came to the Flying Mountain.
"Kill, the film does not stay!"
The nightingale headed, the eyes are cold.
With a command, a group of strong people behind him swarmed out.
Not long after, the sounds of the stars on the Meteor Hill, the roaring roar, the screams of screaming, the swearing of sin...
Shenhui, light rain, Daoyin, and Baoguang are intertwined in the mountains, illuminating the heavens.
There, scarlet blood, fierce killings are staged, like purgatory.
The nightingale hits the purple robe, the black hair is silky smooth, the roots are crystal clear, and the thin figure is like a sword, which can pierce the sky.
The fire and tragic scenes in the distant mountains reflected in his pupils, but did not cause a trace of turmoil, seemingly indifferent and cold.
For a long time, Jin Wujiu’s son Wu Lingkong stumbled and fled from the Feixing Mountain.
puff!
However, without waiting to escape, he was pierced by a purple sword, and at this time, he saw the nightingale in the distance.
Of course, he knows the swordsman night owl from the Ziwei Mountain in Nanxuanjie!
However, he does not understand why the nightingale is going to attack them.
"why?"
Wu Lingkong eyes complained of poison.
"Before Lin found his life, there were a lot of enemies. Now he is gone, but those enemies are still in the world. I don't want to be pleasing to the eye, so I decided to help him revenge one by one, but he had never had a heart."
Nightingale clothing hunting, indifferent opening.

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