Chapter six hundred and sixty seventh fate demon resentment three
Lin Xin turned around and left without saying a word.
Lu Qiaoqiao shouted loudly from behind, but he ignored her.
Don't mention saving others at this time, save yourself first.
If the singer of the River of Resentment remembered correctly, he should have been lured away by Lu Qiaoqiao and the others to stall for time. He did not expect to come back so soon.
"Wait a minute!!" Lu Qiaoqiao crawled out desperately.
But Lin Xin didn't care at all, and quickly disappeared into the red light, disappearing in a few seconds.
Lu Qiaoqiao's eyes showed a look of despair.
She tried her best to support her body with the broken sword and staggered outward step by step.
Suddenly, a black round hole appeared in the air behind her, and inside was a large black vortex.
The Resentful River Chanter slowly climbed out, and when he saw the messy hall, he suddenly became angry.
"Huthra"
Three mouths chanted at the same time.
A layer of dark yellow shimmer suddenly bounded Lu Qiaoqiao's legs from bottom to top, and quickly spread upwards.
"No!!"
Lu Qiaoqiao struggled wildly, but her strength was exhausted and she couldn't break free at all.
Looking at the resentful river chanter approaching step by step, panic finally appeared in her eyes for the first time.
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With a grunt, Lin Xin and two people rushed out from the huge black eyes, and the surrounding gray realm was instantly lifted.
Everything returns to normal color.
Lin Xin looked behind him, and the huge black eyes slowly began to disappear transparently.
The entrances and exits began to become hidden again.
He carefully guarded his surroundings. He was at his weakest now. If a fifth-level immortal came out to cut him off, the outcome would be uncertain.
There was originally a formation arranged by the Yuanxia Mountain people in the black water, but because the spiritual imprint of the person who set up the formation dissipated, five people controlled the formation, and Lin Xin found the formation in a few clicks.
There is also Yuanxia Mountain people's formation isolation here, which should be able to sustain it for a while.
"Perhaps we can rest here and recuperate. I don't know if the Resentful River Chanter can still come out. If it can still chase it out, it will be like asking for death."
Putting this thought aside, Lin Xin mentioned the two of them and walked out quickly.
He was not walking fast. There were corpses of monsters that had been cleaned up lying everywhere outside. There was a faint golden light shining in the air, which was obviously because the previous formation was still in operation.
Walking to the edge of the formation, he examined it carefully, mentally calculating the formation's holes and loopholes.
Not long after, he stretched out his hand slightly in the void, and his entire body, together with Zeng Zhuo's brother and sister, disappeared in an instant.
On the bank of the Resentful Soul River, Lin Xin and the two of them looked at the billowing black river with hesitant expressions on their faces.
"Brother Xin, can you please let me down?"
Zeng Zhuo, who was held by his left hand, finally came to his senses, his face was miserable, and he was obviously extremely weak.
"Brother Zeng is awake?"
Lin Xin smiled and put him down.
"Thank you fellow Taoist for saving my life."
As soon as Zeng Zhuo stood up, he made a long bow to Lin Xin and bent down for a long time.
"Brother Zeng, you're welcome. Now is not the time to talk about this. Is there any way to cross this river?"
He is extremely weak now, and he also has a valuable treasure in his hand. I don’t know what the Qila Mask does. From the conversation between the two people from Yuanxia Mountain, we can roughly judge that this thing is probably a complete ancient artifact.
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As for the effect, you need to go back and check it slowly.
Zeng Zhuo smiled slightly.
"This is not difficult."
He first took Murong Jun from Lin Xinxin, checked the status of his adopted sister, and then looked at his own status. His face immediately turned into a wry smile.
He took out a black gold-patterned talisman paper from his body and handed it to Lin Xin.
"Brother Xin, this is a life talisman that I have painstakingly refined. It can isolate more than 3,000 kinds of negative forces of different natures in the surroundings for a short period of time. It should also be effective against the Resentful Soul River. However,"
"But what?"
Lin Xin asked further.
"But it can only be used by two people at a time, and it can only be used once."
Zeng Zhuo shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"This was originally a life-saving thing prepared for me and my adopted sister, but I didn't expect the current situation."
Lin Xin's face darkened slightly, and he lowered his head and thought for a while.
"You take your sister across the river, I have my own way."
"Brother Xin, you don't have to be like this." Zeng Zhuo pushed the black talisman into Lin Xinxin's hand.
"You can 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 this way."
Lin Xin shook his head and said.
"I'm not lying, I really have a way. Don't worry, I won't make a fool of myself."
The two pushed each other for a long time before 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 he could go look for them if he was free later.
The two were originally the masters of two peaks in a large force in a small world, and could also be regarded as the supreme elders of the sect. After exchanging contact information, Zeng Zhuocai took his sister into the air, staggeredly raised the black talisman, and flew in.
The resentful soul quickly disappeared on the river surface.
Lin Xin watched the two of them leave and waited for a short while. He saw no one around, and he didn't feel the Almighty's attention.
Then he reached out and touched his eyebrows.
A black figure suddenly appeared behind him.
This person has three heads, each with a female face. His body is covered with silver-gray scales, and there is a trace of black air surrounding him, making him extremely cold.
"combine."
Lin Xin smiled, opened his arms, and the figure behind him slowly walked towards him.
The two of them suddenly became one, as if Lin Xin was surrounded by a black shadow.
"The Holy Body comes from the underworld, and the thing you are least afraid of is the feminine power."
Lin Xin stood up from the ground and flew towards the Resentful Soul River.
When the black air on the river touched him, it was blown away silently, just like ordinary mist, completely harmless.
Lin Xin relied on the power of the Holy Body to move and fly at high speed, returning along the original path.
After a while, the corpses of several monks appeared on the river in front of them, floating and sinking. It had obviously been there for a long time.
"It's those corpses that were corroded by the resentment of the devil."
Lin Xin recognized the corpse in his heart and began to look around at the black gas with eyes.
Soon on the right front, he saw the swaying and slowly flying Yuanmo Resentment.
It seemed a little bigger and was swimming slowly and curvedly on the river, like a black snake.
Lin Xin narrowed his eyes and slowly approached the demon's resentment.
As the distance got closer, he clearly began to feel the warmth flowing from the surface of his skin into his body.
This is exactly the same as when he got attribute points.
Looking at the free attributes again, it really began to slowly increase upwards. Although it was only as slow as one second, it finally proved that the increase in attributes was indeed related to the resentment of the devil.
Lin Xin stopped ten meters away from Yuanmo Grudge and floated motionless on the river.
The one-eyed black energy didn't seem to notice his approach at all, and was still swimming slowly and floating.
Lin Xin looked at the growth rate of the attribute points and slowly moved closer to it.
Suddenly the attributes improved faster, from one point per second to two points per second.
Yuanmo Grudge seemed to notice something, and paused. His huge one eye looked around unsteadily, and then stared directly at Lin Xin's position.
There were faint sounds in the air, like children singing. This was the sound of the dead wind, but Lin Xin was protected by the Holy Body at this time. The Holy Body itself is the strongest and largest evil demon, and it has no influence on such negative forces.
, and has little effect.
Lin Xin stared at Yuanmo's resentment and moved closer to one meter again.
The two of them were only five meters apart.
The attribute points jumped even more fiercely, with three points flying upwards every second.
In such a short period of time, Lin Xin increased his free attributes by more than 300 points, and his speed was still increasing rapidly.
While he was overjoyed, his thirst for the resentment of the demons also became stronger.
Slowly and gently, he moved a little closer to the other party.
There are only two meters left. They are almost face to face, very close.
The speed of free attribute improvement has soared to five points per second.
hiss!
Before Lin Xin could stabilize for a while, Yuan Mo's resentment suddenly roared and rushed toward him.
His vision went dark, and Lin Xin's whole body was directly enveloped in the black air, and he lost all vision around him.
Waves of scalding and terrifying heat flowed crazily from the surface of his skin into his body.
It's like being on fire.
Countless resentments, 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 true body.
The scorching hot emotional power has been accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years. Instead of melting, it has become more and more intense and 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 clone on this river of resentful souls.
Loneliness, loneliness, pain, despair.
For too long and too long, the Demon King's clone gradually fell into distortion. He began to resent the original body that put him here, became angry at the fate he could not resist, and began to have a twisted mind due to loneliness.
These were all the negative emotions rejected by the Demon King's clone. After he separated himself cleanly, he chose to return to his true form. However, this part of the separated impurities was left on the resentful soul river, 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 has had experience in dealing with such a huge memory mountain before, otherwise he might be shocked into a complete idiot at the first moment of contact. The main body of consciousness is directly occupied by the negative emotions of the Demon God King, turning him into a murderer.
monster.
The free attributes are improving like a rocket.
One thousand points.
Five thousand points.
Ten thousand points.
Twenty thousand points.
Fifty thousand points!
The free attribute speed finally slowed down, and finally slowly stopped at more than 65,000.
The black energy that enveloped Lin Xin gradually penetrated into his body, was completely absorbed by him, and turned into free attributes.
"It's finally over."
He took a long breath and saw that his attributes had increased by more than 65,000 points at once, and he was immediately overjoyed.
Nowadays, the level of power is getting bigger and bigger, and the improvement of attributes is no longer like it was at the beginning, where dozens or hundreds of points can have a huge impact.
The power level of human immortals is too high. Dozens, 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 clone in his mind.
But these are nothing to him, the attributes he obtains are the key.
Looking again, the original resentment towards the devil has disappeared without a trace.
Lin Xin looked around and found no bystanders, then quickly flew towards the other side of the river. (To be continued.)