Some older people cannot be calm either.

As for the small giants on the top of the mountain, most of them looked solemn, and some of the small giants who had hatred with Lin Xun were also a little surprised.

Qing Wenjun's strength was also beyond their expectations.

At this time, Qing Wenjun showed an excited and pathological smile, and without hesitation, he controlled the golden needle and approached the past, hoping to take this opportunity to start painting!

Use Lin Xunlin Xun as the canvas and use his blood as ink to draw a blood-colored mandala!

Just thinking about that bloody scene made Qing Wenjun feel indescribable excitement and trembling all over her body.

In his opinion, under the assassination of Bu Tian Needle, Lin Xun's soul was destined to suffer severe damage, and he would soon become his own painting like he had dealt with Xiao Qinghe before!

However, as soon as he approached, the Butian Needle was aimed at Lin Xun, and his whole body suddenly stiffened, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness and throbbing.

At the same time, he met Lin Xun's pair of cold eyes as deep as abyss, and his eyes seemed to be staring at a dead person!

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Chapter completed!