Lin Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief and disappeared.

The fifth floor of the attic is a study room. It is not big, only about ten meters vertically. It is much 'humble' compared to other floors. However, when Lin Chen saw the ink painting scroll stopped in the middle, he couldn't help but wonder.

Think so.

When he came to the scroll, Lin Chen couldn't feel the power of the divine weapon at all.

"It seems that this magic weapon has been dealt with."

Lin Chen was naturally joking when he said what he said before. Although the scroll did not pose any threat, the plants and trees on it brought Lin Chen a huge crisis.

It was precisely because of this that Lin Chen felt that this magic weapon had been processed.

He spent a lot of time messing around with the flowers and plants inside. Doesn't it prove that he's still alive?

"The next step is to refine it." Lin Chen looked at the ink painting scroll. This is the core and body of the magic weapon.

Recalling the time when Qing Chen refined the red spear, Lin Chen felt that it should be easier for him, after all, he was also an immortal.

Then when he really started, his face turned purple.

"I'm afraid Qingchen's magic weapon has been supported by his family for many years."

Lin Chen, who had all the true energy in his body devoured in a few breaths, had to start taking drugs to maintain his strength.

"By the way, how did the Patriarch refine the Tibetan Sophora Bell?" Lin Chen couldn't help but be a little curious. To be fair, Lin Chen is the strongest in the Lin family now, and he is the same. What about the original Patriarch?

After much deliberation, Lin Chen couldn't figure it out, so he could only concentrate on dealing with the picture scroll in front of him.

——

Rumble!!!

There was no heavy rain in the sky, it was the ‘immortal’ in the distance commanding the heavy cannon to smash the lush mountain peaks on the other side.

A child came into view with this scene. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, only the desire for life.

He is a mortal, a refugee among mortals. With the army of refugees arriving here, he is already hungry.

He felt like he was going to die. After not eating for three days, he would soon become food for others and their hope for survival.

He felt that if this was the case, the ending would be a bit bad.

Fortunately, his life is not over, but just the beginning.

The intimidation of the distant immortals ended, and the majestic city standing behind the refugees surrendered.

The child was not dead. He fell into a deep sleep. While half asleep and half awake, he seemed to hear something about an immortal master, about recruiting disciples, something... qualifications and so on.

Then he really fell asleep, and while he was asleep, he had a dream. In the dream, he lived in a beautiful place with mountains and rivers. He no longer had to worry about food, and he no longer suffered from wars.

Even in a dream, the child found it a bit ridiculous, how could such a place exist in the world.

Until he put the last stroke on a blank paper scroll countless years later.

The dream world is complete.

——

Lin Chen opened his eyes, and the divine weapon in front of him had been completely refined by him, exuding a gray light.

Lin Chen didn't know the final outcome of the master of the divine weapon, that is, the god, but he must have died. Looking at the ink and wash style on the scroll, Lin Chen didn't understand, but he felt that the outcome might not be good. Maybe the god had arrived.

In the end, he realized that there really was no such place in the world as he said, even if he drew it.

But Lin Chen chuckled. Every weed in the scroll has the power to cut through the void. It is the spirit of the deity in order to realize that there will be no more war in the world. They themselves represent war. As for other landscapes, fruits and trees

, all lack the power to quell war.

No wonder the world in ink painting is gray.

Lin Chen stood up, this soldier——Huimeng.

The stream of light crossed over, and Lin Chen returned to Qingling Peak.

"Ancestor, I plan to go and take a look."

"No, absolutely not." As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zhaoyang refuted him without thinking.

"Your existence is the Lin family's last trump card, and we can't let it go any further."

Lin Chen still shook his head, "Don't worry, ancestor, I'm still somewhat sure."

Lin Zhaoyang naturally refused, and no matter what Lin Chen said, he was still preventing him from going.

Until Lin Chen remained silent and took out the dream painting scroll.

"This, this..." Lin Zhaoyang couldn't help but rub his eyes, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong with him, he quickly asked Lin Chen to take it back.

"Since you want to go, then go, but you still have to be careful. The head of the family is also... still in trouble." Lin Zhaoyang squeezed for a long time but still couldn't squeeze out those two words.

He didn't even dare to think about a magic weapon, but now the Lin family had two. How could he accept this?

How much price did Li Qiu pay to obtain the second magic weapon? How about the Lin family, who quietly found two pieces?

In short, Lin Zhaoyang was left alone. After a few words of instruction, he ignored Lin Chen.

…

"I hope it's too late." Tian Tian and Lin Chen's expressions were not very good. It took a lot of time to refine the magic weapon. If the family owner failed to hold on, it would be too late.

"If you can't use it, don't use it." Lin Chen said to himself uncertainly.

When he came, Lin Zhaoyang solemnly warned him that if others knew that the Lin family had two magic weapons, no one would be able to let it go. It was really hard to say what would happen then.

Lin Chen believed this. He had just experienced being targeted by the emperor in the cave. If the Xu Hao realm hadn't put too much pressure on him, he wouldn't have wanted to go and see the situation.

Somewhere in the middle region.

A huge locust tree stands tall in the sky, surrounded by hundreds of figures who are constantly attacking.

Lin Wuyi had already used his last resort. He could only transform into Muhuai to defend passively and wait for the Qingyi Tower to win, otherwise he would inevitably die no matter what.

Struggling to resist the attack of a powerful and numerous Yuanxiang realm, Lin Wuyi couldn't breathe normally, and he didn't even have time to mourn the death of his great ancestor.

"Have you thought about it? You really don't need me to take action? If I take action a few hours later, you won't be able to escape. It's going to be over over there." In his mind, Zanghuai Zhong asked again, feeling a little anxious.

Lin Wuyou hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Wait a little longer."

If Zanghuai Zhong takes action, the problem will be really big. The Lin family will inevitably be involved in the battle between the powerful ones, and there is no point in him escaping.

"If we wait any longer, we'll both be done with it." Zanghuai Zhong couldn't help roaring, he didn't want to be controlled by someone and wash away his intelligence.

"No matter what you think, I will take action in another hour. It's up to you whether you can leave or not."

"Okay!" Lin Wuyi was helpless, he was not the real master of the magic weapon.

The power of Sky and Xu Hao Realm has always been at its peak. He doesn't care so much anymore. He can see that the battlefield in the distance is about to end. If it goes on later, he really has no chance.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to use secret techniques to enhance his strength, but also wanted to get the magic weapon to escape from here before those people were finished.

Waves of roaring sounds resounded on the locust tree, and countless pieces exploded and flew.

"I don't care anymore, I want to take action!"

The Tibetan locust bell roared loudly, and dark green power condensed on the locust tree.

Soon, it fell silent again.
Chapter completed!