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Five hundred and twentieth chapters Mozong eight

In the next ninety years, Lin Xin has been consolidating and digesting these memory fragments, and he does not dare to do anything at will.

In other words, you can strengthen yourself through the demon talismans paid tribute by the ancient demon clan.

Or go to the outer realm and use a large area to massacre the outer realm creatures, especially those monsters with low IQs but extremely large blood essence, to absorb the power of the transformed lord and strengthen themselves.

However, in the past ninety years and the next ten years, he no longer dared to absorb the power of any lord. Instead, he ordered all soul-contracted creatures to quietly cultivate and rest, and not to do anything unless necessary.

This is also the key to why he has remained quiet for so many years.

He has almost become accustomed to the pain every night. Except for a slight change in his personality, everything else is normal.

The biggest benefit of recuperating is that he has completely mastered the power of the entire Yuan Dou Demon Sect.

The four great true kings, the remaining dozen elders, and thousands of Taoist cultivators, with such huge strength, are distributed throughout the huge area controlled by the Yuandou Demon Sect.

It governs the forces in the four major regions: Zhongfu, Xifu, Beifu, and Dongfu.

In the past few years, he has successively found several ancient demon clans, and combined them with the parts controlled by the Demon Sect, and he has gained more than two hundred attribute points every year.

Over the past ninety years, in addition to the added attributes, he has also accumulated more than 18,000 terror points.

But he didn't dare to add these attributes.

Just keep everything in free attributes and don't dare to move anymore.

Not for any other reason, but because he vaguely felt that the whole world seemed to be rejecting him more and more.

After raising all attributes to 5 points, he felt that everything around him had changed inexplicably.

The world is no longer a simple world. In his eyes, it is like a free game composed of countless pixels that are too low to be seen.

He looked up at the inner wall of the forbidden palace.

It's blurry and rough. Between the bricks and the runes, the gaps are so big that ants can escape.

He felt like he was living in a crude house made of foam blocks.

Even when you exhale, you have to be careful, for fear that if you are not careful, your breath will be too loud and the palace will be destroyed.

And this is already the strongest Fu Dao formation he can arrange.

It was only now that he truly realized the cruelty of the fragile world within the innate magical power.

Except for the Jindan monk, there is no longer a monk who can look directly at his existence.

Because if you are below the Golden Core level, if you look at his face too much, you will have a backlash and vomit blood and be seriously injured. That is a common reaction that is no longer qualified for normal conversation.

Because their brains and consciousness are no longer able to directly contact Lin Xin's own existence and the huge aura displayed by him.

Fluctuations in the path of Taoism naturally emitted around him. These fluctuations were too numerous and too large for the average person's brain to bear.

"I finally understand why the leader of the Red Ridge Sect is pursuing something."

Lin Xinduan sat on the throne of the sect leader.

With an average of 5,000 points of attributes, it is much stronger than what it was during the battle at Funiu Peak.

At that time, he only exceeded 4,000 points of damage and defense, and then entered the realm where the world was still.

But now the average is 5,000 points, and both physical fitness and dodge have caught up.

He was already somewhat unable to control the size of his body.

Originally one meter tall, it has continued to grow taller and larger over the decades, and now it is over four meters tall.

This is still a normal state, when the Holy Body is not condensed.

He has not started to advance to the ninth level of Yuan Dou Demon Skill, but he has a feeling that once he steps into the ninth level, his whole person will undergo earth-shaking changes. He may even be forced to leave this world at any time.

It is not that easy to achieve the body of the ancient demon god.

While I was meditating, a sound of footsteps suddenly came slowly from inside the palace.

Those who can come here are at least at the Golden Core level, so naturally they will not make any noise easily. At this time, obvious footsteps can be heard, which is obviously out of respect for the owner of this place.

The footsteps slowly walked deep into the Demon Palace, close to Lin Xin's position, and the figure of the person was illuminated by the red demonic flames on both sides.

It's a white lock.

She was leaning on a cane, her face was wrinkled, and she was already old, but her eyes were still bright and showed no signs of deterioration.

"Sect Master, have you reached this level?"

She looked at Lin Xin's huge body with complicated eyes, and seemed a little distracted for a moment.

"It seems that you also know this level." Lin Xin said, his voice was very soft, but the sound waves vibrated so much that the whole ground seemed to be shaking. Even though he had used the weakest strength, he still made the entire primitive demon shake.

The structure of the palace is somewhat unbearable.

"Ever since I entered this realm thirty years ago, I have never dared to act rashly again."

Bai Suozi came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

"There must be a solution, otherwise with Huang Yuerong's strength and Yuan Daxia's strength, how could he move around at will?"

"Of course I understand, but I can't find it for the time being." Lin Xin nodded slightly, "Besides, Tianyun Taoist Master is just like me, he doesn't dare to do anything easily, otherwise he may break through the boundary and leave accidentally."

Lin Xin sighed.

"Now, I can only walk around the earth in my incarnation."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. I believe that the sect master will figure out a solution sooner or later." Bai Suozi said seriously, "I am here to borrow something from the sect master."

"oh?"

Lin Xin raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What?"

Bai Suozi paused with his crutch.

"Sheyunding."

Lin Xin narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment.

He raised his hand slightly, and the void in front of him twisted, forming a transparent vortex. From the middle of the vortex, a slender middle-aged man slowly walked out.

The man has an elegant appearance, an extraordinary temperament, and a faint bookish air. He seems to be just an ordinary teacher.

"The spirit of the cauldron in the Sheyun Cauldron is immortal, and I suppressed it at the bottom of the Yunxiu River." The man raised his hand to create a little spiritual light, which fell into Bai Suozi's hands.

"Uncle, you can go and take it out on your own."

Bai Suozi caught the light, looked at it, and nodded.

"Thank you, sect master. Besides, your father has reached the end of his life." She did not continue.

"Go and have a look." He finally sighed and whispered.

As a monk, she has seen many joys and sorrows, separations and ups and downs, but this is everything that must be experienced on the road to pursuing immortality.

Even if they are brothers in the same discipline, there will always be someone left behind, someone will always die. In the end, only one of them will be left.

Lin Xin was silent for a moment.

The incarnation suddenly dispersed and disappeared into countless black smoke.

******************

Nanfu, Lingxin Villa.

Lin Xin's father, Lin Zhiwen, was lying on his back on the bed, surrounded by a large number of women and children. On the outside were a group of middle-aged men and women, and some were white-haired old men from the villa.

An old monk with a celestial spirit sat beside the bed and put his hand down from Lin Zhiwen's pulse.

"The time has come, the limit of life is approaching, and there is nothing we can do."

He sighed, looking helpless.

An ordinary person, with just a little bit of internal energy, was forced out of him by the blood elixir.

In this way, he lived for more than a hundred years and nearly two hundred years.

Such a life expectancy can be regarded as a blessing or a loss no matter where you live.

But Lin Zhiwen's identity is different.

He is the contemporary leader of the Nanfu, the leader of the Yuandou Demon Sect, the leader of the Songlin Sword Sect, and the father of Lin Xin, the True Lord Yuandou.

For such a powerful man, the treatment of his immediate family members will naturally not be low.

Of all the people present in this small room, no one is a big shot who can shock countless people just by stamping his feet.

But here, most of them looked sad. Even those who had nothing to do with the old man were pretending to be sad and wiping tears pretendingly.

The reason for doing this is not to show that person.

Lin Zhen was also in the room, not only him, but also brother and sister Lin Luo, Lin Dang, Nan Shunqing, and direct bloodlines of their respective branch families.

Lin Zhen has five sons, eleven grandsons and eight granddaughters.

Lin Dang's husband, three sons, and two grandsons.

After Nan Shunqing was reincarnated, people from the Sima family also came, the head of the Sima family and his two daughters, who are Nan Shunqing's sisters in this life, Sima Qing and Sima Kongyan.

Not only them, there can't be so many people crowded here, but there are also all the elders and supervisors of the Yuandou Demon Sect in the courtyard outside.

The Mingxin True Monarch of the Songlin Sword Sect, Du Gulin, and others.

Almost everyone who has something to do with Lin Xin is here.

Outside the courtyard, there were more people gathering outside the villa, and faint cries of mourning could be heard.

This is not hypocritical. There are many forces that are actually parasitic on Lin Zhiwen's personal connections. Once he dies, it will be equivalent to cutting off these people's financial and livelihood opportunities. It is normal for forces to decline greatly. How can they not feel sad in this way?

Dugulin stood in the yard, shaking her head slightly. She has become much more mature and beautiful now, no longer as sharp as before. She has a calmer and deeper coolness.

"After so many years, Nan Shunqing has also broken through the Taoist level and stepped into Yuanjing. The Lin family has spread out and has thousands of clan members.

But Lin Xin shows up less and less frequently. Is it possible that he has cultivated so much that he doesn’t even care about his family?"

Yu Kai let out a long sigh.

"I have always felt that there is a hidden danger in the sect master, but I have never been able to figure out what is going on. With his nature, it is impossible for him to not come to see my old father for the last time on such occasions."

Dugulin looked at everyone in the room.

His eyes swept over Lin Zhen's face.

"He and Xiao Lingling's son are both here. I wonder if An Ying will come."

"Perhaps she is already here. With so many magic weapons, who knows which one is hers?" Yu Kai shook his head.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps running outside the yard in the distance.

Bang!

The far door was suddenly knocked open.

"It's not bad!! The old lady can't do it either!!!"

A boy shouted out of breath.

The crowd suddenly became quiet for a while, and then started to make a loud noise.

Some people rushed out and ran towards the courtyard where the old lady was. Some people stayed put and were still here, but their tears could no longer be contained.

Some people were crying loudly, some were silent, and some were hugging each other and wiping away tears.

Yu Kai was stunned for a moment, and then he took Dugu Lin with him and was about to turn around and fly out.

Suddenly the air suddenly condensed.

A line of black smoke fell from the sky and slowly fell in front of Lin Zhiwen's hospital bed, condensing into a middle-aged man with the appearance of a slender scribe.

The black-robed Eguan, carrying five magical swords on his back, is clearly the contemporary overlord of Nanfu, Yuandou Zhenjun Lin Xin. (To be continued.)


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