Zhou Lin grinned, revealing a pair of yellowed and broken teeth.

He squinted at her as if appreciating a piece of fine porcelain.

"Little girl, where do you come from?"

His voice was very slow, dragging out each word, with a hoarse tone unique to the elderly.

Huo Rendong stared at him coldly and did not answer.

Zhou Lin wasn't angry either. He didn't come near, he just sat there cross-legged, like the roots of an old tree that had been rooted in the ground for many years.

Everything was obviously normal, but Huo Lingdong just felt that this person was weird.

The old man stretched out his skinny hands like chicken feet, grabbed a red-lacquered fruit plate on the desk, and smiled.

"There is a flat peach fairy fruit here. This is a good thing. After eating it, the meridians will be unobstructed and the spiritual platform will be widened. I need one spiritual stone each. Do you want to eat it?"

The bark-like hands, the red paint plate, and the watery fairy fruit are tender and cute.

Huo Lingdong finally knew where this strange feeling came from.

Although Zhou Lin looked like an octogenarian, the look he looked at her was not kind. It was not the look of an elder looking at a junior, but the look of a hunter looking at the prey in his net.

Even worse, it's men who look at women.

Also a Jindan monk, Qi Ci is as energetic as a young man, and his eyes are as magnanimous as the others.

But the man in front of him had already stepped into the Palace of the King of Hell. He went crazy and plucked women and committed murders for his own cultivation.

Although he is old, he is not willing to grow old like this.

Huo Lingdong suppressed the nausea in his heart, managed to speak, and answered the first question.

"I learned from the Tianyan Sect."

There was a moment of panic on Zhou Lin's face, followed by a long hesitation.

Tianyan Sect is the largest sect in Bai Yujing, and Bai Yujing's status is equivalent to the imperial city of Cultivation Continent. The Zhou family can dominate the mortal city, but they don't even dare to touch the toenails of this behemoth.

Zhou Lin would rather be a mortal emperor and hates comparing himself to other monks.

He questioned: "Then why are you not wearing the Tianyan Sect's Taoist uniform?"

Huo Lingdong naturally lied.

"Master and I travel incognito. Of course we have to hide our identities. We can't show off as disciples and cause trouble."

Zhou Lin frowned and looked strange: "Your master? Who is he?"

Huo Rendong did not hesitate: "True Lord Ci Hui."

After being stunned for a long time, Zhou Lin burst out laughing. He even fell down on the futon, his hoarse throat like a broken bellows.

In the end, the laughter became sad and ugly.

"Ci Hui? The young master uncle of Tianyan Sect who is about to become a demon? Little girl, if you want to deceive me, you must choose a more reliable name!"

Zhou Lin had laughed enough and looked at her mockingly, as if she had revealed all her cards and was running out of tricks.

"Who doesn't know that True Monarch Ci Hui can't protect himself from the poison of barrier, and he can't even keep his sect. He also has an arrogant personality and never accepts disciples. Look at you, who are seventeen or eighteen years old, but you have just started cultivating immortals. I think you can't do more than

He is a casual cultivator..."

The old man was tired after talking so many words at once. He coughed violently until he vomited a mouthful of thick phlegm, and then he looked at her with a smile with his yellow teeth.

"Little girl, if you calm down and follow me, I will let you live and even ensure that you successfully build the foundation. If you refuse..."

He suddenly exerted force, and the flat peach fairy fruit that had been played with was crushed in vain, the peel burst, and the juice splashed everywhere, dripping on the ground.

Zhou Lin's eyebrows were fierce and he looked at her gloomily.

"There is such a result."

…

Facing the ghost-like old man in front of him, Huo Lingdong didn't even move.

Her hands were hidden under the sleeves of the wide red wedding gown, with only a bit of gold rope binding the immortal binding exposed. Her whole body was as quiet as a painting.

"Senior Zhou, don't you believe what I said?"

"Whether it's true or not, the matter is over. Senior Zhou, what you did in Hecheng is a certainty. Sooner or later, such evil behavior will be known to the world of cultivation."

Zhou Lin put one hand on the desk beside him: "What, you want to threaten me?"

"You daring young man! Don't use the name of True Lord Ci Hui to pressure me. What happened to the Tianyan Sect? When I became the master of the world, he was not born yet!"

He slapped the table hard and the case broke into several pieces instantly.

The skinny human hand covered with age spots instantly sprouted long nails. Zhou Lin's kind disguise just now disappeared, and his whole body floated, almost turning into an old monster.

The head of the Zhou family has actually been possessed by the devil for a long time!

Zhou Lin smiled "ho ho", he was hanging in the air in the room, there was nothing at the hem of his long robe, and he didn't know what had become of his legs.

The gray beard and hair grew like a spider web, blocking the doors and windows, and gradually spread to the ceiling and walls.

Zhou Lin stared at the young and beautiful female cultivator in front of him with red eyes.

There are only ordinary mortal women in Hecheng. Even if he absorbs all the Yin Yuan, it will be of little use to his cultivation. It will only be a drop in the bucket.

Taking supplements from female nuns is the best choice.

But female monks are generally well protected by their masters and are rarely left alone. He has never found an opportunity.

Fortunately, I don't know where the disciples got their great luck and picked up a single Qi-refining monk.

Still a great beauty!

How could he be willing to throw away such a big bargain now?

The red candle fell to the ground, the flame went out, and the attic suddenly became dark.

Under the thin moonlight, the old man with waving hair and beard floating in the air looked like a real spider spirit, and he didn't know whether it was due to pride or pride, but he didn't even release the golden elixir stage pressure on her at this time.

Facing Zhou Lin with such a terrifying appearance, Huo Lingdong straightened his upper body, half-knelt on the ground, and moved his body back little by little until he retreated to the corner and could no longer escape.

"Want to run away..."

"Where can you run to?"

The old man's distorted and strange voice was mixed in the wind and resounded in all directions.

Although he is alive, he is more terrifying than a ghost, enough to make one's hair stand on end.

Huo Rendong calmed down, closed her eyes, and forced herself to use her mind to feel her surroundings seriously. Qi Ci was not around, so she had to rely on herself.

The doors and windows were almost sealed, but through the hanging hair, the wind still poured in from the outside, making a thin whine.

The wind is pervasive.

The wind knows everything.

She heard the sound of the wind flying over Hecheng, blowing through the dirty shacks, passing the mass graves, blowing through the withered fields, bringing the cries and lamentations of the local people.

In front of him, Zhou Lin's face and Han Lu's face were mixed together. They were saying similar words and doing similar things.

How can some people be so selfish?

"Little girl, ho ho ho..."

Zhou Lin stretched out his hand as skinny as an eagle's talon, and slowly reached towards the motionless Huo Lingdong. Seeing that he was about to succeed, the next second, the woman who was originally unable to move suddenly opened her eyes, and a sharp golden light flashed in her eyes.

If I stand up and wield the sword, I will be unstoppable!

The Immortal Binding has long been broken free.

The Sunset Sword, which was hung on the wall as a trophy, suddenly rose up, violently cutting off the dense hair all over his body, and flew to hover behind Huo Lingdong.

Zhou Lin was shocked, but it was obvious that the matter was not over yet.

The weapons he hung all over the wall started to stir, and almost all of their owners were killed by him. Some were casual cultivators passing by, some were sect disciples who had never experienced the world, and some were Taoist friends who had been with them for many years.

After many years, the master passed away, leaving only these weapons and flying swords to suffer humiliation.

Now...those thin swords, broad swords, and horizontal knives all buzzed and vibrated, resonating with the Sunset Sword and gradually becoming the same frequency.

"Buzz buzz-"

The whole room was filled with the vibration of weapons, like the roar of a giant metal dragon. They aimed their blades at Zhou Lin in the middle. If Feijian had an expression, he would definitely glare at him angrily.

Zhou Lin's lips twitched and trembled, and his whole face was distorted. His hair and beard had grown all over the place, and he completely lost his human appearance.

"How can this not make sense? How can this not make sense... You are just a weak girl. I will crush you to death like an ant. How dare you disobey me!"

In the rage of death, Zhou Lin no longer cared about the cauldron. Using his claws as palms, his spiritual power surged, and he struck hard at Huo Lingdong.

Almost at the same moment, thousands of swords came out, and the light of different colors converged into a bunch, blocking the wind of the old monster's palm.

In an instant, the Sunset Sword emerged from the Ten Thousand Swords, bursting out with dazzling golden light, like a golden needle drawn from the sun, piercing forward suddenly.

"Ahhhh——"

Zhou Lin's shrill roar came from the room. He covered his eyes with his hands and hunched over on the ground.
To be continued...