Lin Yun looked closely and saw that the true dragon holy liquid in the cauldron was actually bloody, but the blood-colored holy liquid was extremely pure, without any impurities or fishy smell, but instead crystal clear and spiritual energy was everywhere.

The holy liquid is as shiny as crystal. When it ripples slightly, the light shines, making the thorns unable to open their eyes.

"This is different from the external real dragon holy liquid. The materials are all from kingly monsters that have been at least five hundred years old, and the dragon bloodline contained is also relatively ancient."

Bai Xiao explained to Lin Yun: "This is the seventh-grade True Dragon Holy Liquid. From one to nine, you can be called the top grade after passing the fifth grade, so this is the top grade among the top grades."

Without further ado, Lin Yun noticed the difference. The True Dragon Sacred Liquid he used in the past may only be about the third grade.

This cannot be bought with money, and even Tianxing Pavilion itself cannot refine it. This requires unimaginable holy land to be achieved.

Lin Yun sighed in his heart that today is really eye-opening.

"So what about the eighth grade or ninth grade?" Wang Ziyue said curiously.

"The eighth grade is refined from the blood of a thousand-year-old dragon. The dragon can already be called a dragon. Although it is just a mixed dragon, it is also essentially different from other dragon-blooded monsters."

Bai Xiao smiled and continued, "As for the ninth-grade true dragon holy liquid, it was refined by a pure blood true dragon, and there was only half a tripod in the Tiandao Sect."

There is really!

Lin Yun was shocked again. It is worthy of being a holy land that existed since ancient times. This heritage is so terrible.

Now in this era of the Divine Dragon, no one has seen the True Dragon long ago.

"There is also the Divine Dragon Sacred Liquid above the Ninth Grade, which is really hard to find. Perhaps only the Divine Dragon Empire can be found." Bai Xiao also sighed.

Wang Ziyue said on the side: "Junior Brother Ye, if you are just practicing your physical body, I think the water from this holy pond is enough, and there is no need to exchange all the merits."

He had already wanted to speak out and experience it, but this was a merit of 500,000, and Lin Yun didn't even blink, which was obviously not suitable.

"No, just three thousand pounds of seventh-grade True Dragon Sacred Liquid." Lin Yun had made up his mind and made up his mind on the spot.

"Okay, I'll ask someone to arrange it. Do you still have to watch the Sun-Chasing Divine Art?" Bai Xiao asked.

He knew the reward for the top spot in the ground group, and he only contributed 500,000 yuan.

This is already an exaggerated branch. Ordinary Holy Disciples may not be able to save it for ten years.

However, the other party spent all the money in one breath. Bai Xiao thought to himself that it was true that it was the same as the legendary one, and that it was worthy of the mad reputation.

"look."

Lin Yun said decisively.

Bai Xiao and Wang Ziyue looked at each other and felt extremely surprised. He should have no contribution.

After leaving the secret room, Bai Xiao took them to the library, with various ancient jade slips hanging densely.

Each jade slip emits a different color of light. According to Bai Xiao, the one that emits red light is the ghost-level martial arts.

Lin Yun took a rough look and saw at least a thousand jade slips, and he was speechless immediately.

The Sword Sect used to be so brilliant, right?

This is the benefit of unbroken inheritance.

"The Sun-Chasing Divine Art is relatively complicated, and it is divided into several volumes, including Zifu, Xuanwu, Tianpo, Xingjun, Divine Pill, Dragon Vein, Life and Death, and Holy Realm."

Bai Xiao looked at Lin Yun, paused for a moment before hesitating: "If you want to exchange it together, you will have 400,000 points of merit."

"How about I lend you some," Wang Ziyue said on his own initiative.

Bai Xiao pondered and said, "I can give you even."

He is now a semi-saint or a Jinwu Guard, and he can also accumulate merit points.

He is only over 100 years old, and his mentality is still quite young, and he doesn't have much of a semi-saint's airs.

"Thank you, but it shouldn't be used."

Without waiting for the two of them to come back to their senses, Lin Yun took out his own personal holy order.

This personal saint order is different from the other saint orders. It has a trace of blood and a trace of blood from the great saint.

The holy blood is eye-catching, but the holy power is still there.

Bai Xiao and Wang Ziyue were both shocked and shocked, looking at Lin Yun with disbelief.

How...is... possible?!

Especially Wang Ziyue, who was previously a lower status than Lin Yun, was just an ordinary holy realm personal story.

Now he is even more incomparable to Lin Yun. Lin Yun has reached the sky in one step and has become the closed disciple of Long Yun Dasheng.

This means that the Great Sage Long Yun will allow him to inherit his mantle.

To put it bluntly, if Long Yun’s Great Sage was transformed, Lin Yun would inherit all the relics of a Great Sage.

What an amazing treasure that would be, unimaginable, and it would really make your scalp tingling.

Bai Xiao took a breath, and after a while, he calmed down and said, "Junior Brother Ye, come with me. Before Long Yun became the elder of the Holy Realm, he left a lot of contributions."

Wang Ziyue couldn't go to the place he was going to next.

He watched the two of them go away, shook his head, and then smiled bitterly.

Even if he luckily became the master's disciple, the Holy Lord was far from comparable to the Great Sage. One was in the sky and the other was on the earth.

What's more, Wang Ziyue was just one of his personal stories, and several people competed for favor with him.

Too sour!

The more Wang Ziyue thought about it, the more sad he became. Looking at Lin Yun’s leaving back, he was envious and jealous.

"Why didn't Long Yun accept me at the beginning..." Wang Ziyue said depressedly.

...

Top floor of the Hall of Merit.

The sun shone through the window. Bai Xiao flipped through the ancient books. After a while, he looked up and said, "I have found out clearly. The Great Sage of Longyun left eight million merits, and you will inherit them according to the rules."

Lin Yun opened his mouth slightly, surprised.

He had already tried hard to think big, but he was still shocked by the number, eight million - the merit point.

"Why... why did so many stay?" Lin Yun said in a lost voice.

Bai Xiao closed the ancient book and smiled and said, "After becoming an elder in the holy realm, many treasures do not need merit points to be exchanged. They will leave some merit and contributions, it depends on who will inherit them."

"But even so, compared with other holy elders, the contributions left by Long Yun Great Saint is several times greater. Okay, what are you going to use?"

Lin Yun pondered: "Except for the Sun-Chasing Divine Art, all of them will be replaced with the True Dragon Sacred Liquid."

"ah!"

Bai Xiao was shocked. If he really wanted to exchange it all, it would be almost half-cave True Dragon Sacred Liquid.

This is too exaggerated!

But it is impossible to say that anyone who calls himself the close disciple of the Great Sage will naturally not feel sorry for him for nothing.

Bai Xiao coughed a few times and said, "Actually, you can exchange it for some Golden Crow Holy Blood or Golden Crow Holy Feather. You want to practice the Sun-Chasing Divine Art, it must be used."

Lin Yun nodded and said, "That's fine, then the rest will be exchanged for the True Dragon Sacred Liquid."

Bai Xiao was speechless. Ye Qingtian was having a fight with the True Dragon Saint Liquid.

If you exchange so much, if you just practice, you will not be able to use it for several years.

When he finally left the Hall of Merit, Lin Yun took away 30,000 kilograms of True Dragon Sacred Liquid, 100 kilograms of Golden Crow Holy Blood, the complete Sun-Chasing Divine Art, and the eighteen Golden Crow Holy Feathers.

Originally, I was planning to exchange for the golden crow feathers, that is, the long feathers at the tail of the golden crow, but unfortunately this thing is extremely rare in the Tiandao Sect. The rareness of the feathers is completely different from the feathers on the wings.

No matter what, this trip was a full return.

Outside the gate of the Merit Hall, Wang Ziyue had been waiting for a long time.

"I've thought through the past clearly."

Wang Ziyue said: "But this is not a secret. You don't have to give me the sword technique, you can't use it at all."

"oh?"

Lin Yun's eyes showed curiosity.

"In the forest of the Burial God, there is a valley called Wanfog Valley. The sky is full of blood clouds transformed by sins, and countless blood crows live in the valley."

Wang Ziyue said: "But this place contains a vast amount of life. Many people will take the risk of comprehending the will to life in it. Maybe whether it is mastered depends entirely on life. Even if I have already understood it, I cannot teach you."

Ten Thousand Grove Valley!

Lin Yun murmured a few times in his heart and wrote it down.

He was not in a hurry to master the will to live. What he really hoped to understand was the way of life and death.

The Shenxiao Sword Technique masters the Netherworld Death Aura, and the Azure Dragon Divine Bone contains tremendous vitality. If you can understand the mystery, the two are possible to merge.

Of course this is a very distant thing. Even if you are promoted to semi-saint, you can only slowly comprehend.

"What is your sword called? Just tell me what it is!" Prince Yue asked afterwards.

Lin Yun withdrew his thoughts and chuckled softly: "This sword technique was created by me. It is called the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword, and others called the Sword of the Spotlight, but there is nothing wrong with it."
To be continued...