Chapter 427: Kirin's blood is crazy, shocking the heroes"No matter your name is Qingyuan, I advise you to surrender immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!" "Yes, kneel down and confess your guilt!" "Evil devils and heretics will be found and killed by everyone." The crowd was so excited that they didn't listen to what Song Lin said. Only a few people's expressions changed slightly, as if they had thought of something. But they did not say anything, and continued to wait and see. "Say it again." Song Lin's eyes flashed with a blood-red light, and his face was stern: "My name is Yang Qingyuan." "Get him for me!" A leader from one of the hundreds of sects on Mount Mang shouted. "Yes."

Countless voices responded in unison. next moment. Magic spells and weapons fell from the sky, seeming to drown Song Lin's figure. hum~~ A flash of knife light emerged from the wind and snow. The knife light was so cruel and brutal, as if it contained an indestructible will. It evolved into thousands in an instant and turned into countless wonderful knife techniques, destroying all kinds of spells and weapons one by one. "What kind of sword technique is this!" Everyone present was shocked and looked at Song Lin in disbelief. The cultivation level of this Jianghu swordsman is at most the Perfect Divine Palace, yet he can withstand the joint attack of hundreds of Mangshan disciples, including more than ten Golden Body masters. Song Lin, who is extremely talented, is just like this, right? In the wind and snow. Song Lin put away his sword and stood. One sword breaks everything, one knife decides everything! After the battle at Mangshan, he was already familiar with the various methods of the hundreds of sects at Mangshan. After reaching the realm of sword and knife, the fatal sword evolved into countless changes under the stimulation of the unicorn's crazy blood. This is actually a practice, a journey of self-discovery. If one day he has no scruples in his heart, Song Lin and Yang Qingyuan's identities will be combined into one, and swords and knives will become one, which will surely evolve into an unparalleled achievement! "Yang Qingyuan...it's him!" a cry of surprise rang out. Finally someone recognized Song Lin's identity at this time. "Friend Zhou, do you know this person?" Everyone stared at the young man on the roof who looked calm, but his eyes were as red as blood and seemed to exude endless madness. They couldn't help but frown. This person is really evil! It is hard to believe if you say that it has nothing to do with the murderous evil demon!

"Yang Qingyuan, he is Yang Qingyuan who is as famous as Song Lin in the desolate northwest! In fact, he even defeated Song Lin in Jiuquan Jianghu and won the first place in Fengyun. He dominated the contemporary world and is the well-deserved leader of Jiuquan Jianghu!" Fellow Daoist Zhou said excitedly, "It's just that the two of them are inseparable. The only time they fought was on Sheng Island in Meizhou, and it ended because of Tan Tai Xuan Yin's intervention." "Later, the two of them appeared on the same stage again when the monument of accusation fell and the Song clan was destroyed. However, by then, the two of them had turned from enemies to friends and respected each other." "I remembered it too!" Several exclamations were heard immediately. "This person's name is mentioned several times in the Donglin Immortal Records. He is the best friend of the Mad Sword Immortal Song Lin and the sweetheart of Tan Tai Xuan Yin. He almost single-handedly quelled the 'Clavicle Bodhisattva Golden Body Tribulation' and is a well-known hero in the Jiuquan Jianghu!" "No wonder he is so talented!" "How can such a person be a heretic?" "Everyone, I'm afraid there are some misunderstandings about what happened today!" Amidst the discussions, someone finally came to Song Lin's defense. then. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. "Cough cough~~" An old man in a green robe stepped forward and said with a smile, "It seems that there is really a misunderstanding today. My friend, I am Lv Qifeng, the Grand Elder of Mingduan Mountain. On behalf of my fellow monks in Baimang Mountain, I would like to apologize." "I wonder why you are here today?" These words resolved the awkwardness between both parties, but did not completely put aside their suspicion of Song Lin. "I'm here to investigate a case at the request of a friend." Song Lin said calmly. He knew that Lu Qifeng was the previous head of Mingduan Mountain. His cultivation was unfathomable and he had already reached perfection in the Life Pill. He is of the same generation as Chen Changshou. In recent years, many talented people have emerged in Mingduan Mountain, and one family has three life pills. Now it is the strongest force in Baimang Mountain, and it deserves it. It is said that Lu Qifeng has a master, known as the "Green Robe Ancestor", who has been practicing in seclusion for many years and is one of the three great Dharma Immortals in Baimang Mountain. "friend?" Lu Qifeng's eyes flashed. case. Naturally, it was a case of murder by evil spirits. This friend...who else could it be other than Song Lin who just left not long ago? "My friend, you were entrusted by the Immortal Sect. We are so presumptuous. I am so sorry, so sorry." I saw Lu Qifeng's attitude changed drastically. He said with a smile: "I have heard that Young Master Yang is incredibly intelligent and has made plans far away. He once saved Jiuquan Jianghu from a catastrophe. With such a strong support, we will not worry about not being able to catch the murderous evil demon."

"Well, my dear Yang, come with me to sit for a while in Mingduan Mountain. Let me tell you in detail what happened during this period of time, and then we can make a decision. How about that?" "No need." Song Lin refused directly. Without giving any face, he said, "Before the truth comes out, anyone could be the murderer. I will stay in the Demon Suppression City for the next few days. If you have any news, please report to me." Say it. He simply put away his knife, turned around, and flew away. The figure gradually disappeared in the wind and snow. “So impressive!” "Haha~ You are so arrogant, you simply don't take our Baimang Mountain seriously." "And you're still reporting to him? You really think you're someone important!" "Shut up!" Lu Qifeng shouted. He turned around and looked coldly at the group of monks from the Mang Mountain: "One month has passed, and more than 30,000 people have disappeared. You are all talking about the murderer, but you can't even find his shadow. Young friend Yang is kind enough to help investigate the case, is this your attitude?" "A bunch of useless bastards!" "Uh……" Everyone was speechless after being scolded and lowered their heads. "go back." Lu Qifeng waved his hand and snorted coldly, "Collect the information immediately and send someone to hand it over to Yang Qingyuan. Investigating cases and arresting criminals are what he is good at. He has received orders from Donglin Xianya and is an angel of the Immortal Gate. We just need to cooperate." "They are scheming against each other all day long, and they are not afraid of being laughed at by others!" "Yes." There was a huge response from everyone. Mingduan Mountain is now at its peak, with a strong foundation. When it issues orders, all factions dare not disobey. The next day. The ninth day of December. An ordinary courtyard in the Demon-Suppressing City. Song Lin pushed open the door and took a bamboo basket from the eaves. He wiped off the snow in the basket and suddenly saw an exquisite booklet. [November 1st, northwest of Baimang Mountain, Xinzhu Peak. Twelve wanderers in the bamboo forest disappeared innocently. On October 3rd, a friend from Tianhai Palace came to visit and found out.] [On the fourth day of the eleventh month, in the southeast of Baimang Mountain, there was a forest of weeping ghosts. All three hundred people in the Ghost Face Village were wiped out, leaving the ground in a mess, with no remains left.]

[On the fifth day of the eleventh month, in the east of Baimang Mountain, at Madam Song's Temple, 125 independent practitioners held a gathering and disappeared inexplicably. Only five bloodstains were found, and the perpetrators left no trace.] [On the seventh day of the eleventh month, in the southwest of Baimang Mountain, in the lower courtyard of Changsheng Book House, three hundred disciples and their families disappeared overnight, and no one was found.] [November 9th…] [On the first day of December, the Ma family of the Demon-Suppressing City left the building, and the whole city was shocked the next day.] [On the eighth day of the twelfth month, the five golden bodies and 3,513 disciples of the Blood Sword School, one of the hundred sects in Mangshan, were wiped out, leaving only three traces.] Looking at the message sent by the secret guards of Donglin Xianya, Song Lin couldn't help but frown. "His methods have become more and more skilled, and his courage has grown. Or... he can no longer suppress the evil thoughts in his heart." "In the beginning, they only dared to attack independent cultivators, but later on, they became more and more rampant." "From a land of devastation to the extermination of thousands of people in one night, only three traces were left." "What a terrifying improvement in just one month! What on earth can make a person change so much?" If you say that this kind of method was done by the Dharma Immortal, I'm afraid everyone will believe it. But a Dharma Immortal would not do such a cruel and meaningless thing, nor would he leave so many loopholes. This month. The hundreds of thousands of miles of Baimang Mountain were in a state of panic. Many people had already pointed their fingers at the most likely person, Chen Changshou, suspecting that he had practiced some kind of magic to harm his fellow Taoists. All are not fools. Only someone as old as Chen Changshou would do such a crazy thing without considering the consequences. Facing the will of the people. Chen Changshou behaved very openly and allowed the various sect leaders and elders to supervise him, but the tragedy still happened that night. It was November 21st, the day when Song Lin and others returned to Donglin Xianya. "Old drunkard, how can you ask me to kill such a man?" I'm having a headache. A glimmer of crystal light flashed in the corner of the eye. Song Lin looked down at the bamboo basket and found something in the falling snow. It was of an ancient style, shaped like a token, with the word "妖" written in ancient seal script. "what is this?" Song Lin picked it up and turned it over, and found that there was an ancient seal character "降" engraved on the back of the token. Put together they mean "subdue demons". "Is this a trump card for me?" Song Lin tossed and turned, but couldn't figure out the answer for a long time. 'Knock knock~~'

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "The door is not closed, come in." Song Lin didn't even raise his head. "My name is Chen Qirui, nice to meet Young Master Yang." A middle-aged man led several fellow disciples to stand in front of the door, holding a booklet in his hand and said, "In the name of the Grand Elder, I am sending you a summary of the crimes committed by the murderer." Say it. He walked into the courtyard alone and put the book in his hand on the table. His eyes accidentally glanced at the book on the table and he was startled. original. The other party already has channels to obtain the relevant information. "Thank Qi Tai Shang for me." Song Lin nodded calmly, indicating that he was seeing the guest off. "I'll take my leave." Wait until everyone from Mingduan Mountain leaves. Song Lin casually flipped open the booklet and found that the records in it were exactly the same as the information sent by the spy from Donglin Xianya, and were even less detailed. After playing with the Demon-Subduing Order for a while, Song Lin still didn't find its usefulness. He had no choice but to hang it on the handle of the Blood-Drinking Knife as a pendant for the time being. But I didn't expect a layer of clear light to flow by. The Bloodthirsty Blade, which had been experiencing many battles and had been unable to keep up, suddenly regained its sharp edge with its broken blade. Holding the Bloodthirsty Blade, Song Lin even felt that his mood had calmed down a lot, and the restlessness of using the Qilin's crazy blood today completely dissipated. "what?" Song Lin was surprised. After the demon-subduing order was taken away, the blade full of gaps dimmed again and trembled like a wail. "So it can be added to weapons?" Song Lin seemed to be thinking, "But with this level, how can I beat a life pill perfection in the demonic state?" The so-called blackening is ten times stronger, and whitening is three times weaker. Chen Changshou is now definitely much stronger than before. If it was just a realm of all dharmas, Song Lin would have killed him long ago! A peaceful day passed. The night is getting darker. It seemed that because of Song Lin's arrival, the Baimang Mountain area, where tragedies used to happen every day, was unusually quiet today.

Tick-tock~tick-tock~~ Snowflakes mixed with drizzle fell on the roof one by one, forming the main theme of the night. A pair of dark eyes peered through the darkness of the night, silently observing the ordinary courtyard. suddenly. The owner of those eyes seemed to have discovered something, and like a mouse encountering a cat, he instantly turned into a black gas and disappeared into the night. 'Knock knock~~' There was a knock on the door. "The door is not closed, come in." Song Lin's voice came from the courtyard. crunch~~ Shi Mingguang pushed the door open and looked at the man in the yard with a stern face and a sharp temperament. I couldn't help but take a deep breath. "My name is Master Mingguang. I am honored to meet Young Master Yang!" "What's up?" Song Lin was holding a small knife in his hand and carving a piece of wood. As the wood chips flew, a small fish lay in his palm. Its scales were clearly visible and its eyes were lively, as if it was coming alive. "I am here to remind Young Master Yang." The master, who was wearing a heavenly master robe, holding an ebony sword and wearing a purple gold crown, said: "You have been targeted by something." "is it?" Song Lin's heart moved. The demon-suppressing master’s home. Descend, demon. Could it be that this time, the disaster will happen to someone from the master's family? (End of this chapter)