After a while, he spat out the grass in his mouth, then took off the purple kite sword box from his body, looked at the sword box, and his expression gradually became serious.

"What do you want to do?"

Xiao Bingfeng said in surprise.

"It's time to go in and take a look. I'm very curious about the world in the 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 karma with Ziyuan Sword Master will be deeply intertwined, and you will officially become his successor.

"You once told me that the Ziyuan Swordsman I have seen is just a clone of him. The real Ziyuan Swordsman may not be dead yet?" This question has been in Lin Yun's mind for quite a long time.

Now that we are about to enter the Purple Kite Sword Box, it is time to formally ask for the answer.

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

"The way of reincarnation?"

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

"I don't understand even if I tell you now. Since you have made up your mind, I will not say more. You can use the Holy Fire of Purple Kite to refine the mark in this sword box, and then you can freely enter and exit it. From now on, you will also officially

He can be regarded as the successor of Ziyuan Sword Saint."

Xiao Bingfeng had a rare serious look on her face and said with great solemnity.

Lin Yun's thoughts moved slightly, and in the middle of the ice crystal-like purple kite flower at his dantian, the purple kite holy fire was dotted like stamens.

Lin Yun opened his palms, a fist-sized holy fire appeared in his palm, and he waved his hand.

boom!

The holy fire fell on the sword box and surged instantly like adding fuel to the fire. In an instant, the entire sword box was encased in a blazing fire.

Click, click, click!

There are old rust peeling off the surface of the sword box. Under the burning of the holy fire, the lines on the surface of the sword box light up one by one, and an ancient and complicated purple kite flower appears.

On both sides of the flower, lines spread out, like a pair of wings quietly stretching out.

"Drip blood!"

Half an hour later, Xiao Bingfeng suddenly spoke.

After the essence and blood dripped, there was no turning back. 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!