v4 Chapter 644： Blood refining

Chapter 464, Blood and Spiritual Refining

The gray robe monk's face was bloodless at all, and when Lin Xuan raised his hand, he screamed in horror: "The seniors are merciful, if you leave me, it will be good for you."

"Oh?" Lin Xuan listened, the expression moved, the coagulation did not send, anyway, the other party is also in the bag, may wish to listen to what he said.

The gray robe monk sighed, lifted his sleeves and rubbed the sweat on his forehead, but his mind began to quickly sort out his thoughts.

"If I expected to be good, the corpse that was entangled here has been annihilated by the predecessors."

"Yes, what is the origin of the corpse, what do you know?"

"This..." The gray-robed monk showed a slight hesitation on his face, but he was quickly replaced: "I don't want to be a predecessor. This is the ancestor of my former family. Because of Shouyuan's approach, I have cultivated something strange. Evil spirit, transform yourself into a corpse..."

This person originally revealed the information he knew to Lin Xuan.

"You are smart." Lin Xuan put down his hand. He knows why, and he has saved the test. If this person lie and lie, then it is the end of the corpse on the spot.

The gray robe monk was relieved, but he was gambling, and since the little life was pinched in the other's hands, then there was no luck.

Honestly, maybe it is still possible to live.

"You just said, Rao you are not dead, is it good for me?" Lin Xuan faintly opened, and there was no emotion in the voice.

"Yes." The man nodded, his face full of glamorous colors: "The predecessors destroyed the corpse, and they also knew the entanglement between him and my family. It is not difficult to figure out that it will ignite and burn..."

Seeing Lin Xuan’s brow, he quickly changed his mind: “Of course, the cultivation of the older generation is naturally not afraid of the small Ning family, but they can entangle with them, but they are also in trouble!”

Lin Xuan listened, and he was speechless. This is a bit of a truth.

Ningjia is the most famous ghost repair family in the original Yinyin. Although there is no old monster in the Yuan Ying period, the strength can not be insulted. Even if you are supernatural, you can cut it off, and it will surely endless trouble.

The so-called big tree, Lin Xuan can not want to be targeted by what big forces.

At this point, Lin Xuan glanced at the gray robe monk in front: "Oh, what advice do you have?"

"I don't dare to say that there are only some immature ideas that can be considered by the predecessors." The gray robe monk spoke cautiously: "I must also know that the villain is a disciple of Ning, and is in the position of an elder in the inner court. In the family, there are also some forces. If the predecessors want to spare me a life, they are willing to be slaves for you to drive, and others can’t say that the news that the corpse is destroyed is still possible. You can practice here with peace of mind, not afraid of being disturbed."

"Do you really have the ability to cover up this matter?" Lin Xuan's eyes flashed.

"Yes, the corpse is in this place. It was originally intended to break the bottleneck and break through the ban. The villain is in the family's position, and he happens to be in contact with him. He only confessed to the corpse, saying that he is breaking through the bottleneck. In the critical period, you can't be disturbed. In this way, within a few years, the predecessors can not be clean and sorrowful." The gray robe monk turned his eyes and asked for a good opening.

"Well, this is fine." Lin Xuan nodded. Although the lie is simple, it should not be difficult to do it.

Since such a person said, although he is not afraid of Ningjia, there is no need to provoke unnecessary trouble.

"Right you can kill, but I must plant a ban on you."

"Of course, I am willing to accept the prohibition of God, and I will be yours for the rest of my life." For this kind of ending, the gray robe monk was not surprised and took the initiative to show his sincerity.

"Forbiddenism, no..." Lin Xuan shook his head, his face showing a trace of sarcasm: "This spell, although it allows me to master your life and death, but not enough."

"Ah?" The gray robe monk was stunned. He was willing to surrender a soul and let the other party ban. He was still unsatisfied and cautiously opened his mouth: "How is the predecessor planning?"

"Nothing, the ban that I want to do is blood refining." Lin Xuan said with no expression.

"This..." The gray robe monk's face is ugly to the extreme, blood refining, which is a magical magical power.

It is said that once this kind of imprisonment is accepted, not only the life and death of the operator, but also the person who is cursed, not to mention the action, is the heart, and can not save half of the thought of disrespect to the master.

Once there is a sub-evil, without the encouragement of the operator, the prohibition of self will touch, let people experience the survival of life, the soul of the soul can not die.

This kind of sorcerer can be said that scorpion venom has reached the extreme.

Of course, on the other hand, it is also an excellent choice for controlling your men.

The gray robe monk had only heard the rumors before, and never thought that he would experience it one day.

"Why, are you not willing?"

"No, the villain listens to the master." The gray robe monk gnawed his teeth, and the clever opening. As the saying goes, it is better to live than to die. As long as he is wholeheartedly dedicated to this person, he will not save the slightest rebellion. There is no difference in the prohibition.

"Good." Lin Xuan nodded, his left hand glimpsed, and a black mist of magical mist came out. The gray robe monk met, and his mouth twitched, but still kept his hands.

"That's right, smart people live long."

Lin Xuan’s expression was slow, revealing a bit of appreciative look. Then the lips opened slightly and spit out mysterious and cursing spells. The French prints of the hands also changed, and the magic fog swelled and finally changed the size of a fist-sized face. coming.

This ghost green face is fangs and looks numb.

Then Lin Xuan opened his mouth and squirted a sword of the size of an embroidery needle. It flashed away and cut a shallow mouth from his left hand.

A drop of bright red blood appeared in the air and was swallowed up by the face.

"disease!"

Lin Xuan’s expression was a dull point. Among the pupils of the grimace, there was a flash of blood, and the caller did not enter the forehead of the gray robe monk.

His face showed painful color, but soon, the feeling of discomfort disappeared without a trace.

"Well, the ban has been made. From now on, you will be attached to me. As long as you are loyal, I will not treat you badly."

"Yes, the subordinates go to the fire and the fire, and they dare not disobey the master." The gray robe monk quickly expressed his loyalty.

"Well, after you go back, be careful, you will have a chance in the future. I will come to visit Ningjia. I will be outside when I am at the time. It is not impossible to establish you." Lin Xuan said that it is a lure. Carrots and sticks are the best rules for driving.

Sure enough, the gray robe monk listened, and the frustration on his face was swept away. Now he is only the inner elder. If you have the opportunity to sit on the throne of your home, the price you pay today is worth it.