Qin Hong froze on the spot. He raised his hand and looked at his palm, "So I'm already dead."
"I'm not sure, but it should be so."
Feng Lin remembered the tower in China where Xu Ruoying and others had experienced.
There is a Jiuli tribesman at the top, and he uses a similar method to survive.
The body is dead and the spirit is integrated into the formation.
As long as the formation is not destroyed, they can survive forever using another method.
"Well, I probably know."
Qin Hong took out the paper and pen again and walked out of the bedroom.
Feng Lin followed behind him.
On the table outside, he began to record what Feng Lin said this time.
"A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Let's record this matter."
Qin Hong looked up at Feng Lin while writing, "What did you want to know just now?"
"The Sun Clan is the same race as the previous person, but stronger than him. He seems to be a dwarf."
Previously, Feng Lin and Mu Ran went to rescue Cen Caixuan and met this dwarf.
He is also the most powerful being among that group of people.
"Oh, I know him. Why are you looking for him? He is much stronger than the one just now."
Qin Hong stopped the pen in his hand.
"With such a good opportunity, of course I want to practice. I want to enter the seventh level as soon as possible."
Feng Lin showed a faint smile.
After reaching the seventh level of Dacheng, Feng Lin felt that he had to take action unless he reached the sublimation level.
Otherwise, even if he is the super captain of the Yin Yang Crusaders, he will not be able to catch him.
It doesn't matter if you can't win, what matters is that you can escape.
Then the subsequent actions will be more convenient.
Furthermore, after entering the seventh level, you can rush back through the different sides.
You can return to the previous state of going out to do tasks.
I spent more than half a month experiencing it in a different place, and then returned to the other side and used a different brand of facial cleanser.
Only by combining work and rest can we progress faster.
"I know where he is, can you go over now?"
Qin Hong said with a smile, "Since I regard you as a friend, from now on, as long as you ask me, I will know the whereabouts of anyone."
"Senior is really strong."
Feng Lin exclaimed.
"It has nothing to do with power. With your explanation, I now understand that it should be the reason for the formation."
Qin Hong pointed to his forehead, "There must be a line connecting this formation to me."
After speaking, he continued to record on paper.
Feng Lin sat on the chair on the other side, "Senior, in addition to the people in the murals, there are several sublimation realms here."
"There is only one. Originally there were two, but one died."
Qin Hong answered without thinking, "That person has been here for more than two years and has been trying to find a way out, but he can't find his way out."
Feng Lin touched his chin. This person should be the ancestor of the Nong Sect.
He stretched and looked up at the top of the palace, "It's getting dark now. I'd better find the master of the Sun Clan tomorrow."
"Okay, let's have a good chat. This scroll has existed for a long time. Several of my close friends are probably dead. Sometimes, I quite envy the other people in the mural."
Qin Hong's face looked a little sad, "They reincarnate in nine days, and then it will be like a new life. All the memories have disappeared, and there will be no such sense of loss."
"Don't think so, seniors are more human than them."
Feng Lin smiled and waved his hand, "They are the real poor people, like dolls that have been programmed."
Qin Hong looked at Feng Lin with a smile, "You are right."
That night, Feng Lin did not sleep.
He didn't dare to sleep either. He wouldn't believe Qin Hong with just a few words.
If you fall asleep, you may not be able to get up.
…
Early the next morning.
Remains outside the mural.
Han Xi was wearing a velvet coat and stood at the same place where she and Feng Lin gathered.
Before they parted, Han Xi specifically said that they would all meet up here the next morning, regardless of whether they found Cen Caixuan or not.
Han Xi's light blue eyes gradually became serious, "Is something wrong?"
No matter how strong Feng Lin is, in the final analysis he is only at level six.
There are so many experts here, if we are really besieged, something might happen.
Han Xi was not in a hurry to leave and kept waiting here. Maybe Feng Lin just didn't come back in time.
Two hours passed, but Feng Lin did not show up, but a man in black robes came.
This person is none other than Chi Zhonglian who came out of the pyramid formation.
She had been observing Hanxi from a distance for a while.
The other party was a woman and powerful, so Chi Zhonglian had the idea of union.
In a place like this, it is indeed safer to have someone with you.
After thinking for a long time, she decided to take the initiative.
"Hello."
Chi Zhonglian came to Han Xi and approached her first, "You seem to be waiting for someone?"
"That's right."
Han Xi is very cold towards strangers, even if they are women, they will not pay attention to them.
But since the other party said hello first, she was ready to ask, "How long have you been here?"
"For a long time, I have been practicing in the pyramid formation at our feet. I came out before dawn."
Chi Zhonglian said with a smile.
"Have you ever seen a man? He's wearing casual clothes, with haircut, tall and thin."
Han Xi paused and said, "His name is Feng Lin."
"Feng Lin?"
Chi Zhonglian asked calmly, "I seem to have seen this person before. Why are you looking for him?"
She has lived in a foreign land for so long and has seen a lot.
Not sure whether the other party was Feng Lin's friend or enemy, Chi Zhonglian couldn't show too much excitement.
"I am his companion. I came here with him to look for people and said we would meet here, but he was nowhere to be seen."
Han Xi asked strangely, "Are you sure you have seen it?"
"Tell me first, who are you guys looking for together?" Chi Zhonglian asked.
"Cen Caixuan, Feng Lin's wife."
Han Xi has now determined that this person knows where Feng Lin is.
"It seems that he is really Feng Lin's friend. He has gone to the deepest part of the formation. His wife may be inside."
Chi Zhonglian smiled and said, "Am I also Feng Lin's friend?"
"What? Are these two people going in there to die?"
Han Xi cursed secretly, turned around and hurried deeper.
"Senior, wait for me!"
Chi Zhonglian followed Han Xi closely. She had long wanted to go into the deepest part.
With Feng Lin's relationship, she believed that he would agree.
…
Feng Lin squinted for a while at dawn.
"Feng Lin."
Qin Hong suddenly shouted.
Feng Lin immediately opened his eyes, "What's wrong, senior?"
"Last night you said that you were not only looking for the masters of the Sun Clan, but also the realm of sublimation."
Qin Hong walked in from outside the palace, "The sublimation master is approaching me."
"good!"
Feng Lin stood up and walked out.
In this case, we should postpone the matter of finding experts from the Sun Clan.
He couldn't escape anyway.
"Here he comes, it seems that his purpose is exactly here."
Qin Hong jumped to the top of the palace and looked into the distance.
Within a few breaths, a green light appeared in the distance.
call out!
A dark-skinned old man wearing white short-sleeves, black trousers, and a straw hat appeared here.
His straw hat is different from Xu Xianfan's gorgeous white straw hat.
His is a straw hat made of wheat straw, a standard straw hat for working in the fields.
Feng Lin used the air step and came to the opponent, "Hello, senior."