Chapter 1871

Faced with the loss of composure from the Master of Zi Lei Peak, Lin Yun took back the token and said with a smile: "The Master of Peak is so serious."

The Master of Zi Lei Peak was still angry and said, "Two bottles are not enough, let's have another bottle."

“Not to.”

Lin Yun smiled and collected all the remaining 300,000 Nirvana Pills.

"A disciple who is closed is equivalent to half of the Holy Realm Elder. Ye Qingtian, you have to remember the kindness of Long Yun Dasheng."

The Master of Zi Lei Peak said seriously: "The Great Sage Long Yun seems unkind and cold and arrogant, but deep down he is very soft. Hundreds of years ago... He hugged his disciples and several disciples' bodies and cried bitterly.

, it is hard to imagine that it would happen to a great saint."

Lin Yun's heart moved and said, "Did he never accept disciples because of this? What exactly happened?"

"It's over, it's all over, and I'm young at that time." The Lord of Zi Lei Peak was unwilling to mention it more.

Then he said, "By the way, the new Saint is going to the Burial God Forest to stay in the Burial God Forest for half a month. Although it has not arrived yet, we have to make some preparations in advance."

"The Burial God Forest?"

A strange color flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. This forbidden area was famous and he had heard of it for a long time.

It is said that many gods died at the beginning. There is a great secret deep in the Burial God Forest. At the end of the forest is the edge of hell.

There are many great terrifying existences, and many dark existences that have not been killed for three thousand years have been blocked, or they may be injured and escaped and survived, waiting for the darkness to come back.

The Wanmo Peak that Xiao Bingfeng has been to is also such a place.

The Lord of Zi Lei Peak saw Lin Yun's face changing and smiled, "It's just a routine garrison. The Burial God Forest is a forbidden area, but it's not as terrifying as you think."

"At most, let you clean up some monsters. It's not your turn to go if you are in danger. It's just a formality."

Lin Yun nodded. This was considered the obligation of the Holy Disciple.

If you enjoy the benefits in the sect, you must contribute to the sect, maintain the majesty of the holy land, and protect the interests of the holy land.

Farewell to the master of the peak, Lin Yun came to his residence.

Under the vast night, Xiao Bingfeng put her hands on her head, looking at the waning moon in the sky with no desire.

You don’t need to ask, there must be something wrong with the Sun and Moon God Pattern.

During this period, Xiao Bingfeng has been to Youlan Garden countless times, and her emotions have fluctuated several times.

The Sun and Moon God Pattern is almost becoming a demonic obstacle. It is obviously close to you, but sometimes there are no one, which is almost crazy.

"What's wrong, Emperor."

Lin Yun walked over and said.

Xiao Bingfeng said with no strength: "It's okay, I will look at the moon."

Seeing that she was so depressed and wanted her to be happier, Lin Yun told her that she had won the top spot in the ground group.

"A contribution of 500,000 should be exchanged for many True Dragon Sacred Liquids."

"real?"

Xiao Bingfeng's eyes lit up and she stood up and sat down, but then she became dim and said, "It's okay, you can exchange some resources you want first. I'm not in a hurry."

This girl is really sad.

Lin Yun felt a little distressed, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

After a long silence, Lin Yun touched her head before entering the room to meditate and rest.

Lin Yun still has a lot of insights about the battles today, so he needs to digest them well.

However, Ye Feifan, Zhang Yue and Lin Tongbei are still a bit useless.

What really impressed him was Wang Ziyue, who had mastered the will to live, who was very strong.

If he continues to fight, Lin Yun will have to be forced to show some trump cards.

It is difficult to master the will to live, and even Lin Yun has no clue now.

He actually has the potential to master the will to life. The Qinglong Divine Bone uses wood to produce spring, which can heal wounds and eliminate poisons and master magnificent vitality.

Yes, there is also Chen Zhong!

The weird guy I met in Feiyun Mountain that day, this person mastered the Netherworld Sword Technique and is likely to be proficient in the will to die.

Unfortunately, he went to the Tian Group and had no chance to fight.

At the last moment, the Holy Maiden in Tianyin did not choose to take action, which surprised him quite.

Swish!

Lin Yun closed his eyes and the golden little man in the sea of ​​consciousness practiced the tricks he had used in the day under the sparks with his fists.

After several demonstrations, Lin Yunxin realized something and began to empty his thoughts.

At the same time, the Dragon Phoenix World-Destroying Sword Book and the Shenxiao Sword Technique were used to allow the vast dragon essence in the purple palace to wander in the body.

Lin Yun's cultivation has reached the top of the fifth level of the Death Mystery Realm. Now there are so many Nirvana Pills, and as long as they are refined, they can successfully break the level.

However, there is no rush to break through now. I will go to the Hall of Merit tomorrow and exchange it for the Sacred Realm of the Sun-Chasing Divine Arts. Then I will go to the Secret Realm of the Three Life Realm to retreat.

One hour later.

Lin Yun opened his eyes and spit out a long turbid air, and his eyes were filled with light.

call!

Lin Yun took a deep breath again, feeling refreshed and uncomfortable.

During this period, my strength in the Tiandao Sect has almost exploded in all aspects, and there are too many benefits to practicing in the holy land.

The growth rate of strength is much faster than before in Tianxiang Palace.

The cultivation level has first entered the Death Mystery Realm, reached the fifth level of the Death Mystery Realm, and the sword intent has reached the galaxy realm that stands out in the same generation.

The Thirteen Swords of the Firefly God Sword made a spurt and achieved the tenth sword.

Only the last three swords can truly be perfect and solve the real mystery of this sword technique.

In addition, he can also fight with his peers, and his strength in all aspects is increasing day by day.

"Huh."

Lin Yun glanced at him and saw Xiao Bingfeng who was still lying outside the yard. She was not afraid of the cold in the middle of the night.

He just put his hands on his back and looked at the moon alone, with only a little thief cat accompanying him.

This girl...is really uncomfortable.

Xiao Bingfeng always gives people the feeling that she is overenerable. Even if she is upset, she is full of energy and will never admit defeat.

Under the cold courtyard, Xiao Bingfeng looked at the waning moon in the sky, neither sad nor happy nor sad.

The little thief cat licked his paws and gently fiddled with his tail.

Suddenly, under the waning moon, a flute sounded. The sound of the flute sound was like the sound of nature, the tune was light and warm, and it fell towards the little ice phoenix with a hint of warmth.

The moonlight seemed to have become a real thing, flying like snowflakes.

Xiao Bingfeng couldn't help but be stunned, lost her mind for a moment before slowly getting up.

She stretched out her two white little hands, and the moonlight was like snow, and she held it in her hand and piled up little by little.

Phoenix Song of the Heart!

Xiao Bingfeng looked up and happened to see Lin Yun playing the purple jade bamboo flute on the eaves not far away, and was also looking at her.

The two looked at each other, Lin Yun smiled, and then moved away his gaze and continued to play.

When the phoenix song of the heart was finished, Lin Yun played the phoenix danced in the nine heavens, the flying stars in the silver dome, the nine winds, the sun and the moon... all of them were ancient songs taught by Xiao Bingfeng in the past.

He played with the finger of the phoenix and injected his soul with the sound of sages, and his artistic conception was much stronger than before.

"The Voice of the Holy King..."

Xiao Bingfeng was surprised and looked at Lin Yun in surprise.

Before I knew it, this scumbag's musical method had reached such a state.

The sounds of sages are divided into the sounds of the sage king, the sounds of the great sage, and the sounds of the sage king.

If the sound of the Holy King goes up, it is the sound of the Emperor.

When the songs of Xiao Bingfeng Teaching were finished playing, Lin Yun started playing again, the ancient songs he had learned in Tianxiang Palace.

From the fire phoenix lights the prairie, to the flying song of Fusang, to the colorful clothes and feathered clothes.

The tune is beautiful and beautiful, the artistic conception is ethereal and mysterious. The notes turn into wisps of silver silk threads, falling on the body of the little Bingfeng, and weave it into a fairy feathered dress, which is beautiful.

Xiao Bingfeng looked at the colorful clothes on her body, and finally smiled on her face, and gently floated to Lin Yun.

"It's not easy to remember the ancient songs I taught you, a scumbag."

Xiao Bingfeng smiled and said softly.
To be continued...