In the courtyard where the warm sun was shining down, a hint of cold air suddenly rose up.
Lin Huang held the ancient bronze token in his hand, with the veins on his fingers exposed. The massive amount of information contained in the token made the latter's gentle face covered with coldness and sadness.
"My name is Xie Qinghou!"
"Lin Cangxue, when the Blood Spirit Palace abolished your martial spirit, I knew it a long time ago and never reminded you. Xie Qinghou is here to make amends by killing the Eighty Black Robes of the Blood Spirit Palace!"
"Tell Lin Huang that it was me, Xie Qinghou, who won the battle at Piaoxue Palace. If he still remembers me, Xie Qinghou, there will be a glass of wine to sprinkle the loess on the Double Ninth Festival!"
"After ten years in the Blood Spirit Palace, I have already become a monster. If I don't want to be born, it's useless for you to save me. Today is my final battle with Xie Qinghou!"
"Everyone, the tenth killer, Xie Qinghou, retreat first!"
…
From the moment Lin Huang took possession of the Thirteenth Killing Token, the Tenth Killing didn't say a word. But when the Tenth Killing opened his mouth, Lin Huang fell into a deep sleep.
"Ten kills, Xie Qinghou!"
Lin Huang held the ancient bronze order in his hand, and his voice was full of sentimentality.
He did not expect that after the battle at Fulong Ridge, the two of them would say goodbye for the rest of their lives.
Lin Huang still remembered how he was furious at the time, hating that he could not keep Xie Qinghou and cut off the head of the traitor from Piaoxue Palace.
But he never thought that in just half a year, the latter would die in battle in the Qinglong Mountains, igniting the warrior's last strength and moral integrity with his blood.
In the Blood Spirit Palace, I endured hardships for ten years, transforming myself into a monster and cold-blooded person, becoming an existence that is neither human nor ghost. What I pursue and believe in is to eradicate the secrets of the Blood Spirit Palace in the Eastern Spirit Realm, and also restore the secrets of the Blood Spirit Palace in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
The world of martial arts is bright and clear.
Lin Huang's mind echoed with that face that was as gentle as jade, making all women in the world jealous.
Reminds me of the extremely monstrous young man in Fulong Ridge who was dressed in blood robes.
It seemed that he also saw the latter prostrate in the Blood Spirit Hall, dormant like a dog.
I saw the latter looking up to the sky and roaring in the Qinglong Mountains, and he was so high-spirited that he killed seven hundred black robes by one person.
"Tell Lin Huang that I, Marquis Xie Qing, won the battle in Piaoxue Palace!"
"If he still remembers me, Xie Qinghou, there will be a glass of wine to sprinkle the loess on the Double Ninth Festival!"
"Today is my final battle, Xie Qinghou!"
"Xie Qinghou is here to make amends by killing the Eighty Black Robes of Blood Spirit Hall!"
"Ten kills of Xie Qinghou, retreat first!"
In Lin Huang's mind, Xie Qinghou's last words kept echoing, as if he saw the restrained character of a warrior, and saw a thin but majestic figure.
Like a spear, fighting alone, standing alone between heaven and earth.
"During the Double Ninth Festival, when there is a glass of wine sprinkled with loess..."
Lin Huang murmured in a low voice, and his eyes were a little red. There was a blockage in his heart, which made him unable to breathe. Endless pain and sorrow surged into his heart, making him look desolate.
In the courtyard, Lin Huang turned over and held the demon-suppressing knife, wiping the sharp blade with his two fingers, and his voice flowed like ice:
"As you wish, I will destroy all the evil spirits in this Eastern Spirit Realm!"
Afterwards, Lin Huang left Xuanyuan Mansion with the Demon Suppressing Sword in his hand.
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When Lin Huang left Xuanyuan Mansion, the world outside was already turbulent, like a group of demons dancing wildly.
As if overnight, the Thirteen Thirteen Killers who had been dormant in the Eastern Spiritual Realm for more than hundreds of years suddenly showed their fangs to the world and launched an assassination attempt.
The seventh day of June.
Han Yunxiao, the fourth elder of Tianlei Sect, was killed at the hands of the Seventh Killer of Renzi.
The head of Zhenbeihou of the Northern Yan Dynasty was hung on the imperial city, and he died in the fifth death of Renzi.
The eighth day of June.
Xiao Daosheng, the right prime minister of the Shangguan Dynasty, was stabbed to death in the Jinluan Palace by the Twelfth Killing Sword.
Su Changsong, the elder of the outer sect of Qianyin Valley, died at the hands of the Ninth Killer.
On June 12, the Taifu of the Eastern Dynasty was assassinated.
On June 13, the head of the He family was beheaded.
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Since the death of Xie Qinghou, the Thirteen People in the Eastern Spirit Realm seem to be everywhere. They are like messengers from the night, ruthlessly harvesting lives.
one.
two.
Ten.
Twenty.
Until hundreds...
However, in just a few days, this dynasty of killers in the dark night made people in the Eastern Spirit Realm panic. Hearing the name of Thirteen Killers was like seeing the devil.
So far, based on the information from all parties, everyone is horrified to discover that among the thirteen kills of the human character, except for the first kill, the second kill, the tenth kill, and the thirteenth kill have not yet appeared.
All the rest came out.
Blood.
die.
fear.
The people in the Eastern Spirit Realm were frightened by the news. No matter they were the elders of powerful forces, the leaders of clans, generals who fought in all directions, or even Wen Cheng, a high-ranking official in the temple, no one could escape the assassination of the Thirteenth Killer.
No one can escape.
In the night, Lin Huang dressed in black, wiped the blood on the blade with a flick of his sleeve, hung a head on the tower, then turned around and disappeared into the night.
On that head, there was a bloody cross carved on it!
At dawn.
The Eastern Spirit Realm was shaken again, and in just one night, news was flying all over the sky.
Shocking news was being conveyed in the streets, alleys, and restaurants. Just last night, the Tenth Killer took action and traveled seven hundred miles in one night to kill the four great Tianyuan.
The Thirteenth Killer took action, crossing the twelve cities from east to west, beheading Shangguan Dynasty and rejecting Nanhou, and killing two elders of the Zhao family, one of the six great families.
Far away in the restaurant of Dongfang Dynasty, Lin Huang was dressed in blue and sitting by the window, sipping a slightly astringent old wine, his expression calm and showing no signs of happiness or sadness.
In front of Lin Huang, there was a glass of wine, the wine was rippling, but no one could drink it.
Outside the window, there is an extremely spacious avenue in the city.
At the end of the avenue, a royal Yulin army came solemnly, with fierce swords, thick iron armor, and great momentum, which attracted everyone's attention.
In the center of the 300 Yulin Army, there is an extremely luxurious dragon boat, carved with dragons, painted phoenixes, and inlaid with pearls, full of the majesty of a royal patrolling the world.
The emperor is on tour!
In the restaurant, Lin Huang calmly looked at the noble Long Hu, and slowly drank a mouthful of old wine into his throat.
Dong dong dong dong...
The restaurant where Lin Huang was located suddenly heard the roar of the Yulin army wearing iron armor and holding long spears in their hands. The shouts came from the building, "The emperor is out on patrol and has come down to this building. The rest of the people are waiting to retreat. If there is anyone who refuses to follow,
,Kill without mercy!”
Lin Huang stood up with a flick of his sleeves, spilled the cup of wine in front of him that no one could drink, and murmured: "Kill someone, and I'll give you a glass of wine. With your drinking capacity, I'm afraid you can sleep for seven days and seven nights!"
After saying that, Lin Huang glanced at Tianzi Room No. 1 and disappeared quietly.
Night falls quietly.
The night is like thick ink, which seems to have infinite charm, making countless people want to integrate with it and become messengers of the night to uphold the morality of the world.
The ten great dynasties were powerful in the world. They could be said to be in charge of a country, and they had the power to patrol the world.
Such a master must have a good status if he were in the Blood Spirit Palace.
Boom, boom, boom.
When the night passed, the door of Room No. 1 Tianzi in the restaurant was suddenly knocked, making a crisp and clear sound, which made the eyes of the emperor in the room shine...