Chapter 46 The Source of Death

"Although I didn't see blood, Shan Ming was obviously hit by my illusion, and his soul was scattered. Once the soul disperses, it can't be cured. I guess he won't live for a few days, and he will die. Even if he survives, he will be just a brainless idiot in the future. It won't be a big deal.

Lin Qinglong floated to the outer room, glanced at the five or six bodies on the ground, and thought to himself, "These people were all assassinated by the rosefinch. No one has found them until now. It seems that other servants will not come here until dawn tomorrow. These Shanming's guards were assassinated, and Shanming became a brainless idiot again, but Shan Zhilin must have guessed that it was my Qianwang Mansion, and then he will definitely come to deal with my Qianwang Mansion. That old man will definitely not give up..."

"Instead of sitting and waiting for death, I'd better go to the old man now. Well, I'll go and see how capable he is. If there is a chance, I'll just bury him alive with a 'fire pit'!" Thinking of this, Lin Qinglong's yin god penetrated the wall and flashed out.

A hundred invisible eyes turned one after another, driven by Lin Qinglong's thoughts.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly searched for the location of Shan Zhilin with "Yu Wei". As soon as his mind moved and a cold hum, Yin Shen rushed to the location of Shan Zhilin.

The yin god floated, invisible and unquality, directly through several walls and swept towards the residence of Shanzhilin.

"Mother, the child is unfilial. In those years, she didn't protect her well. She was framed by a traitor and went early. Mother, please rest assured that the child will avenge his mother in the future and clean up this dirty mountain house! Everyone here is guilty! I will kill them all and use their blood and heads to pay tribute to my mother's spirit in heaven!"

When Lin Qinglong skimmed a few walls, in this luxurious and occasional desolate place, he suddenly heard someone talking in a low voice. The voice was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

"Huh? It's strange that it's so late, who is still talking? Say you want to kill everyone in the mountain mansion? It's weird. Let me see what's going on!"

Lin Qinglong was curious. As soon as his thoughts flashed, the yin god floated in the direction of the sound.

There is a small thatched hut in front of it. Although it can barely shelter from the wind and rain, it looks too scribbled and dilapidated. In this large and luxurious mountain house, this thatched hut looks so anachronistic and too shabby.

"This seems to be just the firewood house in the mountain house. Who will whisper in this firewood house in the middle of the night?"

There was a burst of curiosity in his heart. Lin Qinglong's yin god easily penetrated the wall of the thatched hut and flew in.

In the firewood house, there were four walls of the house, and everywhere was dilapidated. A large pile of firewood occupies two-thirds of the firewood house, piled high and straight to the ceiling. There is nothing else.

Only on the back of the firewood, there seemed to be a faint sob, with a big nasal sound in the sobs. The cryer seemed to be struggling to hide his crying, but the sadness was uncontrollable.

Lin Qinglong's heart moved, and the yin god swept to the back of the firewood through the high pile of firewood.

On the back of the firewood, there is a fat teenager. At this moment, the fat teenager was kneeling on his knees, with wet eyes and sad expression. As he cried, his fat body trembled slightly.

There is a spiritual position in front of him, which is his mother's card. There are also some leftover melon and fruit cakes, which are simply made as sacrifices.

"So it was Shanwu? He once told me that his mother was framed to death by a traitor and lived in a small woodshed before his death. Therefore, he hated everyone in the mountain house. It turned out that all this was true.

Lin Qinglong thought repeatedly and thought to himself.

At this moment, I only heard Shanwu say in a low voice, "Mom, you don't have to worry about me now. I have now followed the little prince of Qianwangfu. The little prince was very good and powerful. He beat Shanming's group of people in embarrassment and fled. Now he destroys Shan Ming's handsome face, which is really gratifying! The little prince also lent me a magic weapon, called the 'Secret Mirror of the Sky'. This treasure is very powerful and can provide 20 times the cultivation speed. I have only practiced for a few days, and then I have made rapid progress. The day before yesterday, I just broke through the 'opening period' and officially entered the ranks of monks. I am invincible in the Luoxia courtyard. Even many martial artists can only draw with me. I think it won't be long before I can avenge my mother! One day, I will let my father and grandfather kneel in front of your grave and apologize to you!"

In the end, he gritted his teeth, and a fierce light appeared in Shanwu's eyes, and there was a faint evil spirit.

The original appearance of Shanwu was always slippery. When he spoke, he was slippery.

But since Lin Qinglong planted a dead seed in Shanwu's body, something has changed.

The dead seed quickly took root and sprouted in Shanwu's body and expanded more and more. While improving Shanwu's cultivation, this deadness gradually began to affect Shanwu's character.

This dead gas was originally the breath brewed from Lin Qinglong's hatred, and was refined by the poisonous corpse gas of the dead's resentment. It was originally the evil spirit of time.

Since his mother's tragic death, there is also an element of hatred in Shanwu's heart. The dead evil echoes the hatred in his heart, so with the cultivation of death, the hatred in his heart will expand more and more.

In the end, the sense of hatred will completely engulf Shanwu and lose all human nature.

Lin Qinglong once taught Shan Wu the method of death, and the method of practicing death is also similar to Lin Qinglong.

However, Shanwu is different from Lin Qinglong. Lin Qinglong has half of the blood of the ghosts, a quarter of the blood of the dragon demon, and a quarter of the blood of the mountain clan (Shan Kun is a mixture of the dragon demon and the mountain clan). Due to the superiority of the innate bloodline, death does not affect him at first. The bloodline of the mountain clan and the dragon demon in his body provide The power of pure yang is enough to compete with the coldness of death.

Until later, Lin Qinglong has been practicing death and abandoning the right path. After he practiced Mahayana, the death was so strong that he almost rose to the sky. At this time, he began to gradually devour Lin Qinglong's human nature - but when Lin Qinglong just practiced death, he was not affected by the character brought by death.

However, this Shanwu has only half of the bloodline of the Shan people and half of the bloodline of ordinary people. The congenital bloodline is not good, and the pure yang vitality in his body is insufficient. It is difficult for him to withstand the negative impact of death. With the cultivation of death getting stronger and stronger, Shanwu's personality has changed greatly. Because of this hatred, Shanwu's thoughts are messy, and even it is more and more difficult to fall asleep. So it's the middle of the night, and it's still difficult for him to fall asleep, and he still remembers his mother's hatred in his heart.

Lin Qinglong looked at Shanwu's back. He saw a little shadow of himself on Shanwu's body and couldn't help sighing secretly. But he couldn't help this, so he could only turn around and leave silently.

In the future, Shanwu will be a blessing or a curse, and he can only see his own creation.

"Alas, even I can't resist the negative impact of death, and Shanwu can't do it. However, Shanwu's original purpose was to become stronger, take revenge, and get rid of the fate of his concubine. Without me, even if he practiced to death, he could not turn over. But my dead spirit can help him achieve his goal quickly. Anyway, I still helped him.

Through this accidental meeting, Lin Qinglong knew that Shan Wu was absolutely loyal to him. Maybe it's because of death, the death in their bodies is the same origin, so they won't kill each other.

Just like the group of beasts, tigers can't eat tigers, lions can't eat lions, and they won't treat their own kind as prey, which is quite reasonable.

What's more, the original body of this dead spirit is Lin Qinglong, and the rest of the scattered dead seeds are controlled by Lin Qinglong. Once Shanwu's rebellion is found, Lin Qinglong only needs one idea, which is enough to make Shanwu's ashes fly and smoke, and there are no worries at all.

"Well, it seems that I can use this method to cultivate a large number of my confidants. The power of death can not only help them quickly become stronger and become the mainstay, but also ensure that they will never betray me, which is good!"

After seeing Shanwu this time, Lin Qinglong has more mind since then. It is indeed a foolproof way to cultivate a large number of subordinates with death.

Thinking of this, there was a burst of dark joy in Lin Qinglong's heart. The shadow god broke through the wall and swept away in the direction of Shan Zhilin.

When Lin Qinglong had just arrived at Shan Zhilin's mansion, he suddenly heard some low voices.

He looked up and saw that the candlelight was still on in the luxurious house, and a pair of figures were reflected in the window. He fixed his eyes and seemed to be talking to two men in a low voice.

Lin Qinglong knew that Shan Zhilin's cultivation was not shallow. In order to ensure that he was foolproof, the yin god was not too close. Just as soon as the thought moved, an invisible "eye of regret" passed through the wall and swept in silently.

There are only two people in the house.

One of them, who is over the age, wears a magnificent black silk robe, with some white beards and white hair, and his eyes are very deep, revealing a taste of old-fashioned strategy. This person is Shan Zhilin.

And the other person, in the middle of the year, has a Confucian spirit on his face, three strands of black beard under the jaw, and the white robe on his body without wind. It seems that his cultivation is not shallow. Lin Qinglong didn't recognize this person, but he guessed that this person must have come from a lot.

Lin Qinglong had enough eyesight and fixed his eyes. He saw that the mountain Zhilin was already in the stage of the Yuanying period, and the middle-aged man was also a monk in the Jindan period.

"A Yuanying period, a Jindan period... Humph, I haven't eaten people for a long time. Now I've seen delicious food. I really want to eat them, so that I can make dental sacrifices!"

Lin Qinglong's eyes showed a greedy look. He looked at the two figures in the house and couldn't help licking his lips.

No one understands better than him that the fastest way to practice is to eat people!