After a while, he spit out the green grass, then took off the Zi Yuan sword box on his body, looked at the sword box, and his expression gradually became solemn.

"What are you going to do?"

Xiao Bingfeng said in a striking and suspicious way.

"It's time to go in and take a look. I'm so curious about the world in this sword box." Lin Yun patted the sword box and said meaningfully.

"Have you thought about it?"

"I've thought about it a long time ago."

Lin Yun said calmly.

Once you enter it, the cause and effect with Zi Yuan Sword Saint will be deeply entangled, and you can be considered to have officially become his inheritor.

"You have told me that the Zi Yuan Sword Saint I have seen is just a clone of his body. The real Zi Yuan Sword Saint may not have died yet?" This question has been pressing on Lin Yun's heart for quite a long time.

Now that I am about to enter the Zi Yuan Sword Box, it is time to formally ask for the answer.

"That little brat, mastering the way of reincarnation, but it's not that easy to die." Xiao Bingfeng glanced at her mouth and said with some hatred.

"The Way of Reincarnation?"

A strange color flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. He had never heard of this martial will.

"I don't understand now that I have told you. Since you have made up your mind, I am not talking too much. You can use the Purple Bore Holy Fire to refine the marks in this sword box and you can enter and exit freely. From now on, you will be formally done.

He is considered the inheritor of Zi Yuan Sword Saint."

Xiao Bingfeng said with a rare look of seriousness.

Lin Yun's thoughts moved slightly, and the purple kite flowers in the middle of the ice crystal-like purple kite flowers in his Dantian were like a flower stamen dotted in it.

Lin Yun spread his palms, and the holy fire as big as a fist appeared in his palm, and he waved his hand and flicked it.

boom!

The holy fire fell on the sword box, and it surged in an instant like adding fuel to the fire, wrapping the entire sword box in an instant and burning.

Kick!

The surface of the sword box has old rust peeled off. Under the burning of the holy fire, the patterns on the surface of the sword box are brighter and an ancient and complex purple kite flower appears.

On both sides of the flowers, there are lines spreading out, like a pair of wings quietly stretching.

"Blood drop!"

Half an hour later, Xiao Bingfeng suddenly spoke.

After the essence and blood dripped, there was no way to turn around. Lin Yun took a deep breath, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and a drop of hot blood popped out of his fingertips.
Chapter completed!