During the seven-day special training, Lin Yun's voice of sages reached the realm of a saint, and further up there was the voice of an emperor.

It is estimated that Lin Yun will never be able to reach this realm for a long time.

As for the sound of the dragon above the emperor and the legendary supreme immortal sound, Lin Yun didn't have much thought.

"Tian Xuanzi can also use music, at least master the sound of the Holy King."

But Mu Xueling's words shocked Lin Yun deeply.

"This guy is such a versatile guy. Doesn't he have any shortcomings?" Lin Yun said in surprise.

"Not necessarily."

Mu Xueling said lightly: "He may even master the voice of the emperor, but his rhythm is perfect, but he has no spiritual energy. At least, he can't play the drunkenness of the day, nor can he say how ridiculous it is."

Lin Yun smiled embarrassedly: "These are actually music from ancient Kunlun, not played by me."

Mu Xueling was not surprised. She showed a look of memories and said, "This is not the key. When you play these tunes, your heart is completely relaxed. If you want to, your musical accomplishments will definitely be above him in the future. But he doesn't

Same……"

"How is it different?" Lin Yun said.

"No matter how perfect he plays, he always gives people the feeling that he is in the painting and how pleasant the rhythm is, he cannot resonate with the world, and cannot make others truly resonate with him." Mu Xueling said incisively.

Lin Yun felt the same way, but on the other hand, this can also be an advantage, and it is difficult for people outside to hurt him.

Farewell to Mu Xueling, Lin Yun returned to the first peak of Blood Prison Mountain and met Long Yun again.

The so-called beginning and end, this round of special training starts from Dasheng Long Yun and ends with him.

"That's right, Jingchen actually honed your dragon tendons."

When Long Yun saw Lin Yun, he could see it at a glance.

"The dragon tendons have come out?"

Lin Yun was stunned, he didn't know much about it himself.

The dragon body practice of the Canglong Divine Body is divided into dragon blood, dragon bones and dragon tendons. Only by mastering the dragon tendons can one truly combine hardness and softness.

"Don't underestimate the Great Sage of Jingchen. She is born with divine power. She is stronger than you and me in terms of physical talent. If you cannot match both hard and softness, you will definitely not be able to handle her attack."

Long Yun Dasheng nodded frequently and said, "I have nothing to teach you, I can only polish it for you to learn the use of both hardness and softness. When the dragon body is perfect, it should be able to condense the Canglong Divine Pattern.

”

Time flies very quickly, and seven days pass by.

Dasheng Long Yun was very satisfied with Lin Yun. After nearly fifty days of devil training, Lin Yun's strength has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The sword intent reached half a step of divine light, the sword technique was cultivated into the first sword star flower blooming in the Dao Scroll, and the divine body reached the perfection of the dragon body.

The Supreme Dragon Fist truly entered the hall, and the Sun-Chasing Divine Art reached the superficiality of spatial resonance.

His cultivation level is only at the peak of the Holy Fire Realm, but his strength has long surpassed this shackle.

"What a pity, Dragon Soul and Dragon Power can't teach you anymore." Long Yun Dasheng smiled, and a look of vicissitudes and nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

Lin Yun's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly thought of something: "Master, your life span?"

When he first became a disciple, Long Yun said that he had not lived for much life, only about a hundred years.

Long Yun Cang's old face showed a kind smile and nodded slightly: "I could have lasted for a while, but on the ninth day of the lunar month... I really don't have much time now, but unfortunately, I have fought with Yaoguang for most of my life.

, go ahead of him."

Lin Yun felt heartbroken and said, "Master, then did you still want to find the blood fruit of the gods for me? You can use it yourself!"

"What kind of divine blood fruit I use? It's better than your Canglong Divine Body. What can I do with my half-old life?" Long Yun Dasheng smiled bitterly and said, "What's more, this divine blood fruit has become a joke.

, You have it yourself.”

Lin Yun choked and said speechlessly: "Master, there is a way."

Long Yun Dasheng waved his hand and said, "Don't fight, no matter how much. When Yaoguang passes through the tribulation, I will block this path for him again. This life will be worth it. Before I die, I just want to see him become emperor and have no regrets. It's a pity...

…”

His voice was sobbing a little. His old eyes fell on Lin Yun. For a moment, countless sorrows surged, and he couldn't speak.

What a pity...
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