Chapter 378

"Why is it hurt so badly?"

The elders of Qijue Castle saw Jing Jue's wounds, especially the sword wound that almost cut him off in the middle.

Their expressions changed greatly in shock. With such injuries, they almost died in one breath.

Jing Jue's ability to survive was a complete luck. If he was really strong, he would definitely die.

"My storage bag was robbed by Lin Yun."

Jing Jue's face was dark, but he didn't say much about the specific process of the injury.

Do you really want to say that he and Shui Wuhen teamed up and ended up being beaten like a dog by Lin Yun?

"What!"

The Qijuebao elder's face darkened. Jing Jue broke into the ninth floor, and his gains must be self-evident.

Many elders have high hopes for him, and there are many secret book fragments in it that the sect urgently needs to add to.

You must know that the background of these sects living outside the empire is not comparable to the four major sects.

Such a blow is really huge.

Jing Jingjie didn't feel much about this knowledge. He only felt sorry for his ancient sword.

"I will advance to the tenth level of Xuanwu first. I will wait for Lin Yun to come out and discuss the specific plans."

Jing Jue looked indifferent and said nothing.

Before he entered the Demonic Lotus Secret Realm, he had reached the tenth level of Xuanwu. He killed his opponents along the way in the secret realm and robbed many Demonic Lotus Secret Realms.

Now that I have withdrawn and gained a little understanding of the secret realm, promotion to the tenth level of Xuanwu will be a matter of course.

The other side.

Shui Wuhen was silent, not even a word.

After all, compared to Jing Jue, he was lucky and only lost a bottle of Hanyun Pill. He grabbed it from Bai Yue, so there was no loss himself.

But when you reach the tenth floor, the opportunity to create a legend is gone, and you will inevitably feel a little disappointed.

"Only Junior Brother is left."

In the camp of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, Elder Luo Feng and many disciples seemed very nervous.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

As Lin Yun created miracles along the way, and now defeated Shui Wuhen and Jing Jue, becoming the biggest winner, the atmosphere in the camp gradually became a little weird, and the expressions of the elders of each sect looking at Jiange changed obviously.

In the eyes of everyone, if you don't pay attention, you will become the target of public criticism.

Xin Jue glanced at the direction of Hunyuan Sect. Wen Yanbo and other elders looked at the Jiang Pavilion and everyone wanted to eat them alive on the spot.

"There is something wrong with the Hunyuan Sect. The three core disciples of their sect died inside without any of them coming out."

Xin Jue looked away and said slowly.

"Did he die in the hands of his junior brother?"

"All three core disciples died. After Wen Yanbo returns to the sect, he will definitely be questioned."

"Have a good death."

Luo Feng said coldly and said lightly: "If it is really Lin Yun who killed him, then he will be killed. It's no big deal."

"But there is also the Blood and Bone Sect, the Demon Flame Sect and the Qijue Castle, and there is something wrong with the way they look at us."

"This is the case in the Black Lotus Palace. Where there is a winner, there will be a loser. It must be the core disciples of these sects who have suffered a lot of losses at the hands of my junior brother."

"After my junior brother comes out, there will inevitably be some twists and turns. It will be difficult for these evil cultivators to let go..."

"The Hunyuan Sect will definitely take the opportunity to get involved when the time comes."

The greater the achievements, the greater the pressure will be endured. Lin Yun's current record has almost reached the limit that Jiange can bear.

The elders and disciples of Jiange were talking about it, and they all felt something was wrong.

"Just wait and see what happens. Lingxiao Jiange does not cause trouble, but it is never afraid of trouble."

At this moment, a voice rang in the ears of several people, but it was the sword-wielding elder in the camp who spoke.

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Thinking that the sword-wielding elder was here with a Xiaoyun Sword, the minds of the sword pavilion elder and the disciples calmed down a little.

However, Luo Feng still glanced at Xin Jue and the other elders, telling them to get ready.

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The ninth floor of the Black Lotus Palace.

After recovering from his injuries, Lin Yun opened his eyes and his eyes fell on Jing Jue's storage bag.

Wow!

When everything in the storage bag was poured|out, there was no pile of mountains as imagined.

Jing Jue's vision is extremely high, and all kinds of rare things can be taken into his pocket.

They are either incomplete jade tablets of martial arts, higher-grade elixirs, second-grade spiritual jade, and some strange and rare treasures.

But the most eye-catching thing is still the sword with a simple pattern. It has a strong and solemn aura, and it seems that there is a ferocious beast hidden in the sheath.

"Baobing?"

Lin Yun's heart moved, and he took the knife into his hand and felt it.

As expected, it was an ancient treasure weapon, intact and not infected by demonic energy. On the blade, two meaningful ancient characters were engraved, not blood.

Without demonization, it is just like his Red Flame Battle Flag and cannot be used in the Demon Lotus Secret Realm.

Lin Yun guessed that this was probably not something he possessed. With the background of Qijue Fort, it would be difficult to give him such a perfect weapon.

It is very likely that it is what he gained from the eighth level.

No wonder, no wonder before he left, he looked at me like he wanted to eat me.

If it were me, being forced to give up the funeral foil sword, I'm afraid it would be even more uncomfortable than death.

But since they are enemies, there is nothing to sympathize with. The other party deserves the blame for being cruel and ruthless.

In addition, there are six treasures: a pot of ancient wine, an incense burner, a scroll of ancient paintings, an exotic fruit and a strange flower with a delicate fragrance.

"This is?"

Lin Yun's eyes fell on the strange flower, and his eyes lit up.

The four blue petals are shaped like a quiet snowflake, the leaves are green, the flowers are elegant, and there is a hint of melancholy hidden in the coldness.

"Blue snowflake?"

After thinking about it, Lin Yun was a little unsure, but this flower was definitely a strange flower and of high quality.

Very good, the Burial Flower Sword has stayed at the peak of the super-grade Xuan Weapon, and is only one step away from being promoted to a treasure weapon. It is better to use this flower to raise it.

Accepting it happily, Lin Yun crushed the flower into hundreds of tiny pieces and placed it in the sword box behind his back.

Looking at the ancient wine again, he really couldn't guess the name, but based on the smell of the wine, at least it was not inferior. The pot of Phoenix Terrace that the princess rewarded in his hand was a pot of fourth-grade famous wine.

That strange fruit bloomed with cold mysterious light, crystal clear and shining like a gem.

On the contrary, it is very similar to the Xuanbing Fruit recorded in the Martial Arts Mysteries.

The ancient painting is a picture of enlightenment, but it is not a picture of swordsmanship and physical enlightenment, so it is of little use to him.

The incense burner is similar to a futon, a treasure that assists in spiritual practice and calms the mind.

"This guy has gained so much, I'm afraid he has robbed a lot of people, but now it's all mine."

Lin Yun was not polite, and with a wave of his hand, he pocketed all the treasures that Jing Jue had worked so hard to obtain.

He glanced around and landed on the sword on the Duobao Lotus Platform.

With a smile on his lips, Lin Yun stepped forward quickly and held the sword in his hand as he waved.

"Remaining blood."

The name of the sword is "Remnant Blood", and there is a sense of desolation in the name, which makes people even more curious.

But just when Lin Yun was about to hold the hilt of the sword, he suddenly remembered something and paused.

There was a hesitant look on his face, he pondered for a while, and finally sighed.

Putting down his hand, he suppressed the curiosity in his heart and did not pull out the sword.

he remembered

With the exception of his broken sword body, no sword other than the Burial Flower could survive three breaths in his hand. After three breaths, all of them would break without exception.

If such a sword were to be broken in his own hand, Lin Yun would want to die.

"That's all."
To be continued...