Although it is slightly different, Lin Xi can be very sure.
This is absolutely hatred.
The technique he practices is called "Sword Song of Lihen". He obtained the technique by directly "bribing" the elders of Shenji Pavilion and has never changed it.
This technique is considered to be a top-notch technique, and the more you practice it, the better it becomes, and the power of the magical power Lihen Sword you master is steadily improving as your understanding increases.
So even though Lin Xi had the ability to get better skills, she never changed them.
Although there is a big difference in the feeling of separation and hatred now, this is the foundation of his original immortal way, and it is impossible to admit his mistake.
"Who are you?!" Lin Xi asked in shock.
The mysterious man did not answer, but his eyes flickered. In an instant, a strong wind blew up, and the dark evil wind carried Lin Xi and threw him away heavily.
Lin Xi was thrown heavily to the ground.
This time he almost broke his leg.
When he reacted again, he appeared outside the ghost abyss again.
"Who the hell are you!" Lin Xi roared. He was now so excited that he completely lost his sense of awe. Instead, he was eager to find out the reason.
Why can the other party grasp the intention of separation and hatred?
The mysterious man did not answer, Lin Xi gritted his teeth and rushed directly into the abyss of ghosts.
Beside the pile of bones, the mysterious man opened his eyes completely and stared at Lin Xi indifferently: "It seems that you are really tired of living, so go and die."
There was no need to move at all, the words shook the ghost abyss, and the ghostly aura shook thousands of miles away, making even the Anshan area feel fear.
Lin Xi felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation enveloped herself.
The flesh and blood on his body quickly withered.
The body that had originally recovered turned into a mummy-like image, and cracks gradually appeared, as if it would crack at any time and turn into broken bones.
"Ah!" Lin Xi watched helplessly as her body became like this, and she suddenly felt extremely frightened.
This mysterious man is truly terrifying.
But he was unwilling to give up this opportunity.
Because this may be his only chance to go home.
"I am Lin Xi, a true disciple of the Qingyun Sect. I practice the technique "Sword Song of Lifting Hatred". This is the technique of my Qingyun Sect. Where did you learn it from? Who are you!" Lin Xi roared with all his last strength.
.
The voice was shrill and hoarse, like the harsh grinding sound of a mummy.
Hearing the three words Qingyun Sect, the mysterious man's body trembled slightly.
It seemed that something had touched my mind.
He stopped.
Lin Xi, who almost turned into a mummy, fell to the ground.
Lin Xi was breathing heavily, but kept staring at the mysterious man: "This technique is not from this world at all, but was founded by a senior of Qingyun Sect who has passed away long ago. Why would you?"
The mysterious man fell silent.
But Lin Xi obviously had no intention of stopping: "Did someone from the Wenxin world come here before? I'm definitely not the first one. Do you know something?"
He was too impatient.
It has been more than a year since I left the Wenxin world.
He wanted to know what happened after he disappeared.
Whether it is the Qian family or the Qingyun Sect, they will probably go crazy because of this. He is really too worried, so he can't make any concessions when facing the mysterious man.
"Oh, it's just a broken skill." The mysterious man suddenly said this coldly.
When Lin Xi heard the words, an unknown fire suddenly rose in her heart: "Fuck you, it has nothing to do with you whether the Kung Fu is powerful or not. No matter how powerful it is, it is the Qingyun Sect's Kung Fu, and no matter how powerful it is, it is still the Kung Fu practiced by me.
, what kind of green onion are you, you dare to point fingers."
The mysterious man looked at Lin Xi and let out a harsh and deep sinister laugh: "You have cultivated my skills into such a virtue, are you worthy of scolding me?"
Lin Xi was greatly shocked.
The whole person was completely stupid.
"Your skill?!" Lin Xi swallowed, and her anger was extinguished: "Impossible, this skill has been around for tens of thousands of years at least."
The mysterious man gave Lin Xi a cold look.
Lin Xi discovered his stupidity.
Yes, the other party may have lived for tens of thousands of years.
Lin Xi was shocked by the reality and couldn't believe it.
Could it be that the other party is really...
It seems that this is the only reason that can explain Li's hatred.
Lin Xi forced herself to calm down and began to recall the scene when she first obtained the technique: "If I remember correctly, the senior's name should be...Bai Li."
He remembered.
When he first obtained the technique and introduced Qi into his body, he felt the thoughts of Senior Bai Li, and he came to the bank of the rushing river in a trance.
There is a silent figure looking back at the river, standing with a sword.
White hair flutters with the cold wind.
An invisible feeling of desolation and coldness permeated the air.
It was a depressing and sad scene.
Although I don't know what happened, I can feel the loneliness in the heart of the founder of the practice.
It was because Lin Xi felt this intention that she could easily introduce Qi into her body. Therefore, she encountered almost no bottlenecks during the Qi refining period.
The figure of that senior has always been imprinted in Lin Xi's heart.
He is definitely a great senior immortal.
But Lin Xi never thought that one day she would be able to meet this senior, and that she would meet in this situation, with this appearance, and in this situation.
When the mysterious man heard the word Bai Li, his eyes became unusually blurred: "After thousands of years, I never expected to hear this name again. It's really... nostalgic."
At this moment, the evil spirit on his body finally subsided slightly.