After scanning Li Wuyou who was sleeping, Lin Yun flashed and left the leeward land and came to the wind and snow.

Confirm that there was no one around, Lin Yun took a deep breath, his eyes becoming solemn as ever.

After the mind is free of distractions, the purple kite flowers burning in the dantian quietly rise.

I saw the fireworks lingering in the purple kite flowers, and were pulled out by them and injected into the bamboo slips.

The heavy bamboo slips in my hand increased significantly as the flames injected.

The word "fire" on the jade slip was given to Lin Yunqi, which made him realize the special features of this ancient slip.

It’s just that the fireworks on the purple pot flowers, according to Yue Weiwei, are extinct fires.

The origin has not been born. If it is used too presumptuously, it will not be able to burn again once it is destroyed.

Therefore, every time I kicked the door, I was forced to give up because the Ziquan Holy Fire was not enough.

By now, his Zi Yuan Sword Technique has been firmly at the fifth level, and even the dead fire is more than twice as condensed.

As the purple vase continues to inject the holy fire, the ancient past is getting lighter and lighter...

Not long after, most of the fireworks contained in the purple kite flowers were consumed.

“Not enough?”

Lin Yun couldn't help but feel nervous. If it wasn't enough, he would have to try the sixth level of the Sword Technique.

Just when he was a little nervous, the bamboo slips in his hand were constantly injected into the purple pot's holy fire.

It started to burn with a bang, and the whole bamboo slip floated upright.

call out!

The burning ancient simplicity turned into a ray of bright light and fled into its eyebrows.

A buzzing suddenly in my mind, and there were many more pictures. In the magnificent alchemy pavilion, the stern-looking alchemist was drawing something out of thin air in front of a elixir furnace.

Sure enough, it was related to refining medicine, and Yue Weiwei was right... but it seemed a little different.

I saw the cold alchemist carving out of thin air, one strange pattern after another.

The floating lines flash with aura, as if there is life.

Countless patterns seem to be irrelevant, but they are connected, which is incredible.

boom!

A shaped pill in the alchemy furnace exploded out, and the alchemist pointed.

Many patterns in the air were intertwined into a picture and imprinted in the elixir.

Swallowing!

The alchemist is quite skillful in his technique. Every time he blows out a pill, he reaches out and taps it. The patterns shining in the air are intertwined into complex and difficult pictures, and are branded at the bottom of the pill.

The elixirs imprinted with patterns and pictures have a halo of colors, which are obviously very different, as if they are completely reborn.

"it hurts!"

Lin Yun had time to experience it carefully. As the pictures he watched became more and more, he felt like he was about to explode in his mind.

The picture shaking, and then it completely exploded into countless pieces of memory.

It condenses into four words and appears in his mind.

"Heart Sutra of Time!"

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the bamboo slips that had returned to normal, like a sword, piercing towards the ground.
Chapter completed!