After a while, Zhao Yan had gone far, and Gongsun Yan quickly chased the past.

In front of Linglong Tower, Lin Yun and the disciples of the Sword Sword of the Clouds came over along the flow of people.

The door in front of the tower has opened, and countless people are rushing towards it.

"What a pure holy light, this is the sacred gas emitted by the source of the Great Saint?"

"Even if there is nothing in this tower, it is enough to improve such a realm of Xianrui."

"This is the last chance of Wutang Island, you must not miss it!"

The disciples who entered Linglong Tower looked very excited.

"This holy light is a bit weird."

Lin Yun felt it, walking towards the tower, and said to the people around him.

Hey?

The moment when he turned his head, he found that Su Ziyao and others disappeared around him.

Lin Yun took out the waist card of the swordsman of the clouds. This waist card can be contacted by Ye Ziling and others.

Sure enough, it was automatically isolated after entering the tower.

"Little Bingfeng?"

"Great Emperor?"

"Tutian Emperor?"

Lin Yun tried to shout a few more times, half no, the impatient sound of Xiao Bingfeng came from the purple kite sword box. "The emperor is there, don't call so much, this holy gas is really weird. But you first.

Regardless, you haven't officially entered the tower yet, there should be a test left by the Dagura Dasheng here. "

"test?"

"Of course, Linglong Tower is also an artifact, even if you lose Xuan Huang Qibao, not anyone can go in."

Lin Yun said nothing, this space is strong, the essence of the sun and the moon is everywhere.

Even if nothing is done, Xiuwei can improve quickly.

He has changed all the time, walking forward, waiting for the test to come.

After walking for half an hour, a slight vibration appeared in the air. People with light shaking opened their eyes.

When his vision returned to normal, at the end of the ahead of the channel, countless holy lights were like the petals gathered, and soon it became a black and white lotus platform.

On the lotus platform, a man was sitting on his knees, and the black and white air lingered around.

The man was in a fuzzy state, and he could only see the hazy light and shadow, and the faint outline.

When the figure was clear, a gaze came, and Lin Yun saw an extremely familiar face.

Suddenly, his lips were slightly open, and he looked quite shocking, and some had not returned.

Bang!

It's too late to be shocked. The figure on the lotus platform was killed in front of Lin Yun like lightning, and the hand raised his hand to suppress it.

When he raised his hand, there was a pair of Jinwu wings behind his back, the palm of the palm lingering, and the roar of the wind and thunder. It was Lin Yun's Canglong grip.
Chapter completed!