As soon as he thought of this, Lin Yun felt his scalp numb, which was a bit scary. Since he learned the Chen Guang Sword Technique in the scroll, Lin Yun has left the rose scroll idle for a long time.

Because with his strength, he cannot reveal other secrets.

Holding the rose scroll in his palm, Lin Yun looked solemn. He looked at the scroll and felt a little afraid.

If this scroll is really a life and death catalog, then Mr. Hong's strength back then should be extremely terrifying at least he is a saint. If even the saint becomes a useless person, with my current strength, even if I really discover the secret, I am afraid it will be a dead end.

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After thinking about it, Lin Yun put the scroll back in, there was no need to take this risk.

The catalog of life and death, the destiny of heaven, and the dragon bones.

Lin Yun recited the three most important treasures of the Southern Emperor, among which there was no Burial Flower Sword. Uh, it seemed that it made sense.

The Burial Flower Sword should have been given to him by Emperor Nan’s wife.

Half a lifetime of duckweed follows the passing water, and a night of cold rain buried famous flowers.

The soul is Liumian's blowing and shattering. You go and I stay, two autumns!

Lin Yun whispered the poem he heard softly, and suddenly became shocked. He stood up suddenly and looked at the flower burial sword in his hand, his expression changed drastically.

Madon, it's real!

As Luo Hua said, Emperor Nan was trapped in love in his later years and was hurt by love, and he was always obsessed with resurrecting his wife.

But people cannot be resurrected by death. This is a truth that even Lin Yun can understand. He is destined to be futile and destined to be hurt for this. He is self-confidence and is a prison for drawing the ground.

The soul is Liu Mian blowing and wanting to break, you go and I stay, two autumns. Isn’t this poem just used to describe Emperor Nan... or it was made for himself. The infinite sadness in it is said to Luo Hua

The Southern Emperor in his later years was perfectly matched.

I'm so sad!

Lin Yun couldn't calm down, and he felt lingering fear and shivering.

Thinking of the rose scroll that he had comprehended countless times in the past, perhaps the life and death catalog hidden in the Gate of Hell, he couldn't calm down.

When I thought of the burial of flowers in my hand, it might be the sword of Emperor Nan that year, I was even more confused.

"If Kuxuan Island is opened, I will have to go there anyway..."

Lin Yun took a deep breath, and he had an idea in his mind that he had never had before. The inheritance of the Great Saint of Kuxuan could not fall into the hands of others.

Perhaps there is news about the tomb of the Southern Emperor. If this is true, it would be better to keep it in your own hands.

The tomb of the Southern Emperor was buried with him and his wife, so he would definitely not want to be disturbed by future generations.

You go and I stay, two autumns!
Chapter completed!