When he thought of this, Lin Yun felt his scalp numb. This was a bit too scary. After realizing the dust light sword technique in the scroll, Lin Yun left the rose scroll idle for a long time.

Because with his strength, he cannot figure out other secrets.

Holding the rose scroll in his palm, Lin Yun looked solemn, and he looked at the scroll with a hint of fear.

If this scroll is really a picture of life and death, then Mr. Hong's strength at that time should be extremely terrifying, at least he was a saint. If even the saints become cripples, then with my current strength, even if I really discover the secret, I'm afraid it will be a dead end.

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After thinking about it, Lin Yun put the scroll away again. There was no need to take this risk.

Catalog of Life and Death, Talisman of Destiny, and Dragon Bone.

Lin Yun thought in his mind that among the three great treasures of the Southern Emperor, there was no Flower Burial Sword among them. Well, it seemed to make sense.

The funeral flower sword should have been given to him by Nan Di's wife.

Half a lifetime of duckweeds has passed away with the water, and a night of cold rain has buried the famous flowers.

The soul is like willow cotton blowing to pieces, you go and I stay, two autumns!

Lin Yun softly recited the poem he had heard before, and was suddenly shocked. He stood up abruptly, looking at the Flower Burial Sword in his hand, his expression changed drastically.

Damn it, it’s actually real!

According to Luo Hua, Emperor Nan was trapped and hurt by love in his later years, and was obsessed with resurrecting his wife.

But people cannot be resurrected, this is a truth that even Lin Yun can understand. He is destined to work in vain, destined to be injured for it, and he is stuck in his own way, drawing the earth as a prison.

The soul is like a willow cotton blowing to pieces, you leave and I stay, two autumns. This poem is not just used to describe Nan Di...or maybe he did it for himself. The infinite sadness in it is similar to what Luo Hua said

In his later years, Nan Di fit perfectly.

I'm so pissed!

Lin Yun couldn't calm down anymore. He only felt lingering fear and trembling.

He couldn't calm down when he thought that the Rose Picture Scroll, which he had studied countless times before, might be a picture of life and death hiding the gate to hell.

Thinking that the burial flower in his hand might be the sword worn by Emperor Nan back then, he became even more distracted.

"If Kuxuan Island is opened, I have to go there no matter what..."

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

Perhaps there is information about the Nan Emperor's tomb hidden in it. If that's the case, it would be better to keep it in your own hands.

He and his wife are buried in Nandi's tomb. He must not want to be disturbed by future generations.

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