Come two months.

Lin Yun would study this bamboo slip every night and already had some insights.

"The Purple Yuan Sword Jue Da has been stabilized at the fifth level. It should be enough for tonight."

Holding the bamboo slip, Lin Yun looked a little nervous, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

Glancing at the sleeping Li Wuyou, Lin Yun dodged a few times and left the leeward place and came into the wind and snow.

After making sure that there was no one around, Lin Yun took a deep breath and his eyes became more solemn than ever before.

When there are no distracting thoughts in the mind, the burning purple kite in the Dantian quietly rises.

I saw the fireworks lingering in the purple kite flowers, and each strand was pulled out and injected into the bamboo slips.

The heavy bamboo slips in his hands became significantly lighter with the injection of flames.

The word "fire" on the jade slip inspired Lin Yun, and he discovered the specialness of this ancient slip.

It's just that the fireworks on the purple irises are, according to Yue Weiwei, dead fire.

The origin has not been born. If it is used too recklessly, once it is destroyed, it will not be rekindled.

Therefore, every time the goal is reached, Ziyuan will be forced to give up because the Holy Fire is not enough.

Up to now, his Purple Kite Sword Technique has been stabilized at the fifth level, and even the death fire can be more than doubled.

As the Holy Fire of Purple Kite continues to be injected, the ancient slips become lighter and lighter...

Soon, most of the fireworks contained in the purple kite flower were consumed.

"Not enough?"

Lin Yun couldn't help but look nervous. If it wasn't enough, he would have to ask for the sixth level of sword art before he could try it.

Just when he was feeling a little uneasy, the bamboo slips in his hand were being continuously injected with the Holy Fire of Purple Kite.

It burst into flames, and the entire bamboo slip stood upright and floated.

call out!

The burning ancient slips turned into a brilliant light and escaped into the center of his eyebrows.

Suddenly there was a buzz in my mind, and many more pictures appeared. In the magnificent alchemy pavilion, a stern-looking alchemist was drawing something out of thin air in front of an alchemy furnace.

Sure enough, it has something to do with refining medicine, Yue Weiwei is right...but it seems to be a little different.

I saw the stern alchemist carving out strange lines one after another out of thin air.

The floating lines are shining with spiritual light, as if they are alive.

There are countless lines that seem unrelated to each other, but are intertwined with each other, which is incredible.

boom!

A shaped elixir exploded out of the elixir furnace, and the alchemist raised his hand.

Many lines in the air suddenly intertwined into a picture, which was imprinted in the elixir.

Whoosh!

The alchemist's technique was quite skillful. Every time he exploded an elixir, he would reach out and tap it lightly. The shining lines in mid-air intertwined into complex and incomprehensible pictures, which were imprinted on the bottom of the elixir.

The elixirs imprinted with patterns and patterns are obviously completely different in color and luster, as if they have been completely transformed.

"it hurts!"

Lin Yunlai had time to feel it carefully. As he watched more and more pictures, his mind felt like it was about to explode.

The screen shook, and then completely exploded into countless memory fragments.

Condensed into four words, they appeared in his mind.

"Heart Sutra of Time!"

He opened his eyes suddenly and saw that the bamboo slips had returned to normal, like a sword, thrust towards the ground.
Chapter completed!