Lin Yun must be unable to do one thousand pounds of True Dragon Saint Liquid.
Even in the entire Divine Pill Realm, it is only possible after reaching the Dragon Vein Realm.
The most important thing is that this is just the beginning.
He had to go to the ancient realm before making plans. His vision is still too low now and he cannot make the most correct judgment in many things.
"Little Bingfeng, what level have you recovered to now?"
Lin Yun is more concerned about this.
Xiao Bingfeng thought for a while and said softly: "If you are outside the Zi Yuan Sword Box, my realm is comparable to yours, and I can have about 70% of my combat power. If you fight with you, I will definitely not have a chance of winning, but I have also recovered some of the methods I used to back then and give me enough time to prepare to severely damage or imprison the dragon veins."
Lin Yun nodded. This was not bad, but it was still a bit slow.
The realm is comparable to mine?
Lin Yun captured some key points, and her realm seemed to be controlled by her, and she did not make a single step to reach the sky.
Could it be that this is the method left by Zi Yuan Sword Saint back then, so that he can control the other party at any time.
"What if it's inside the Zi Yuan Sword Box?"
Lin Yun continued to ask.
Xiao Bingfeng said: "That's amazing. In the Zi Yuan Sword Box, this emperor can use nearly all the abilities of the Ten Thunder God Pattern. The Ten Thunder God Pattern has about one percent of its power at its peak. If the other party dares to enter the Zi Yuan Sword Box, even the peak of the Dragon Vein Realm will be dead."
Excluding the bragging elements, Lin Yun estimated that it was hard to say that the peak of the Dragon Vein Realm was, and that he would definitely die if he broke in the Dragon Vein Realm.
This is a good idea to defeat the enemy. You can try it in the future, lure the strong enemy, or directly block it in the Ziyuan Sword Box.
"Can I use the Wanth Thunder God Pattern?"
Lin Yun asked the most critical question. Since he got the Wanth Thunder God Pattern, if he could not release it directly, it would be too disappointing.
"Of course it's OK."
Xiao Bingfeng said: "In essence, this Ziquan Sword Box belongs to you, and everything here belongs to you."
"Are you mine too?"
Lin Yun blinked and said with a smile.
"Get out! You scumbag!"
Xiao Bingfeng's face turned slightly red, and she immediately glared fiercely and cursed.
Lin Yun was not teasing her, so he asked how to use the power of the Thunder of the Thousand Tribulations. After a moment, he seemed to have a great enlightenment.
It’s still up to the Purple Bourse Holy Seal!
The Zi Yuan Saint Seal has many different gestures, and different gestures represent different magical powers. The easiest way is to open the door, which is the handprint of Lin Yun entering and exiting the Zi Yuan Sword Box.
The seven supreme divine patterns all correspond to a different gesture, and the Ten Thunder God Patterns correspond to the Thunder Demonic.
In addition, there are many special gestures, such as devouring, banning, suppression, and recovery. With the recovery of the Supreme Divine Pattern, the power of the Zi Yuan Sword Box will become more and more amazing.
After hearing this, Lin Yun's scalp became numb. The purple coin sword box itself was a magical weapon.
"It is much more powerful than a magical weapon. Even the peak Nine Heavens Xuan Huang Qibao Lingxuan Tower was not as good as the Zi Yuan Sword Box." Xiao Bingfeng said proudly.
Lin Yun touched both sides of his chin and pondered: "The sword box itself is so powerful. How strong should the sword that should be hidden in the sword box?"
"I don't know."
Xiao Bingfeng frowned and said, "I have never seen it before. Zi Yuan also had seven supreme divine patterns back then, but the sword box was always empty. I can't even determine where that supreme divine sword exists, whether it exists or not."
"I am also confused about whether the Supreme Divine Sword and the ancient divine weapons, and Zi Yuan has never said it."
Lin Yun thought like lightning and pondered: "This is OK
It's such a strange thing. If there were no Supreme Divine Sword, why did you create such a terrifying sword box? It wouldn't be just for fun."
"I don't know whether you still learn the Purple Own Sacred Seal."
Xiao Bingfeng said softly.
"Study, of course you have to learn."
Lin Yun smiled slightly. Naturally, the more such killer moves, the better.
After going to the ancient land, the danger he faced would be several times that of Cangxuan Mansion.
Lin Yun himself knows the Purple Bourse Holy Seal, and he learns it very quickly and can basically control it in two hours.
He was wearing a blue shirt and stood there, his fingers constantly changing, and first condensed the Purple Boer Holy Seal.
Wow!
When the seal was made, the light lingered at the fingertips, and the palms were like jade, emitting a dazzling holy flower.
It was like holding a silver moon in front of her chest, and purple petals were flying in the void.
Huh!
Lin Yun's ten fingers changed again, and in a short while, he clearly felt that in the Zi Yuan secret realm, there seemed to be an ancient ferocious beast slowly awakening with the involvement of his fingertips.
Every time his finger changes, invisible light is pulled out, and it is connected to the Supreme Divine Pattern that is silent in the Thunder Pool of Thousand Tribulations.
Buzz!
After a while, deep in Lin Yun's eyes, lightning suddenly surged, and waves of vast and boundless trends continued to overlap on him.
Not long after, sweat penetrated his forehead and his body became extremely struggling.
Very difficult!
Lin Yun clearly felt that the realm and body seemed unable to withstand too much power of divine patterns.
The power of the Thunder of the Ten Thousand Tribulations itself was like a vast ocean, and it was only one thousandth of it that he had pried.
But this kind of power is already terrifying enough!
"Railing Thunder!"
When the gestures completely stopped changing, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and vented all the power.
Ten thunders condensed into a ball of light, whistled away, and then exploded in the void.
Bang!
In the terrifying loud noise, the thunder ball exploded like a sun, and the aftermath was stirred. Before Lin Yun could react, the aftermath swept across.
Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand and pulled Xiao Bingfeng into his arms.
"Golden Crow Holy Wings!"
Then he bent down and squatted down. Nearly twenty meters behind him shone with a metallic luster, each feather was as hard as a holy weapon, wrapped Xiao Bingfeng and Lin Yun in it.
Rumble!
The lightning exploded, and loud noises were constantly stopped in all directions. It took a long time to slowly calm down.
boom!
The wings bounced open, Lin Yun opened his eyes and saw chaos everywhere. At the core of the explosion of the void, there was a dark hole, and the void was directly blown out of a hole as a physical body.
Lin Yun opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak for a long time.
This is still inside the Zi Yuan sword box. If it is released outside, the destructive power will be terrifying.
Lin Yun took a cold breath and felt that the back was cold, which was so terrible.
His gesture was very rough, and the Ten Thunder God Pattern had not returned to its peak. Lin Yun's understanding of it was even more introductory.
If you go further in the future, bless your own sword technique, or the secret technique such as the snapping sword.
It can be imagined that such means have great potential and are waiting for him to explore.
"Fuss."
Xiao Bingfeng walked out and said carelessly.
Lin Yun smiled embarrassedly. After all, he had never seen any world and was despised by the emperor again.
"I'll go out first, my senior brother is still waiting for me."
Forest
Yun said, condensed the purple vulgar seal again and walked out slowly. He didn't notice that Xiao Bingfeng's face was blushing. He secretly glanced at him and made a mosquito-like sound.
Whoosh!
After coming out of the secret realm, Lin Yun took his Zi Yuan sword box on his back, and when he looked up, he saw Jian Jingtian.
"Success?"
Lin Yun nodded, Jian Jingtian smiled, and finally no big accident occurred.
"But brother, I still need to inform you in advance if you have something."
Lin Yun restrained his smile and said seriously.
"You said." Jian Jingtian nodded.
Lin Yun looked back at the Holy Sword Peak and pondered: "There is an altar inside the Holy Sword Peak that suppresses a demon of alien race. Sooner or later, that senior can still sit in charge for hundreds of years, but it is still hard to say after hundreds of years. It is a hidden danger after all."
"I'm here, don't panic."
Jian Jingtian responded simply.
Lin Yun was a little stunned and then burst into laughter.
Hundreds of years later, Jian Jingtian will definitely become a saint. How strong will he be? Compared with that senior Fu Yunzi, he will only be stronger than that.
There is no reason, Lin Yun is so confident about his senior brother.
"You don't have much time left. In the end, you will strive to retreat well and make your strength even further. Compared to the alien demons hundreds of years later, I am more worried about your experience after you went to the ancient realm. Just the source of a great saint will make you guilty of the guilt."
Jian Jingtian's worried saying.
"Senior brother, will you come to the Sword Sect to see me?"
Lin Yun asked suddenly.
Jian Jingtian's smile disappeared and he fell silent for a moment.
After a long time, he whispered: "I have made a big mistake and placed the Sword Sect in a very unfavorable position. I have vowed Tian Xuanzi in the name of a swordsman that I will not leave the Fuyun Sword Sect in this life. If I want to leave, unless..."
"Unless what?"
Lin Yun quickly said, "Is there a way to avoid the swordsman's oath?
"Unless Tian Xuanzi, die!"
Jian Jingtian gritted his teeth and mentioned this person. He hated him to the extreme and said in a deep voice: "One day, I will kill him with my own hands."
Lin Yun remained silent, and he naturally supported his senior brother.
But his opponent is Tian Xuanzi, who has the most evil talent in the ancient world in the past thousand years, and now his strength is approaching the Yaoguang Sword Saint.
After Lin Yun left, Jian Jingtian re-encrypted the Holy Sword Peak and then landed in the pavilion.
When he was about to leave, his eyes fell on the word "Heaven" on the white paper. There were thirty-six strokes of this heaven, which seemed to correspond to thirty-six days in the dark.
Each sword corresponds to a different artistic conception, intersecting each other, expressing the meaning of freedom and freedom.
"Twenty-six heaven..."
Jian Jingtian was so immersed in his eyes that he murmured to himself. Suddenly, afterimages burst out from his body.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of figures waved their swords.
But there was always someone standing in front of Baizhi, and he seemed to move, but he didn't seem to move.
boom!
When all the afterimages overlap, an ancient word "天" appeared in front of Jian Jingtian.
Jian Jingtian picked up the white paper and pondered: "It's interesting. I still think that before he left, he passed on a ghost sword technique. Now it seems that there is no need for this at all. However, I have to think about the word "tian". There are so many secrets on my junior brother."
When he put away the white paper, he smiled.
He suddenly looked forward to what kind of reputation his junior brother would make after he arrived in the ancient realm.
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