Chapter 358

In the ruins of a ruined sect, Lin Yun, whom Xinyan and others remembered, hid in the half-collapsed palace.

In front of him, there were more than thirty black lotus demon pills, most of which were three petals.

However, three petals does not mean that the entire black lotus has only three petals. It means that at the very core of the inner circle, only three petals wrap the lotus heart.

A few demon pills have only two petals.

In contrast, the black lotus with two petals is obviously not as good as the three-petaled black lotus in quality and luster.

There are many black lotus demon pills, but unfortunately, there are no four or more petals.

In addition to the Black Refined Demon Pill, there are several spirit grasses and the most eye-catching Purple Ice Frost Fruit.

In front of him, half of what Lin Yun had killed himself, and half of what he had killed.

The most valuable purple ice cold flame fruit has some luck.

In just one day, there is such a harvest, and the magic lotus secret realm does have his unique and attractive features.

But its bloody cruelty and high death rate still make people shudder.

After thinking about it for a while, Lin Yun put it all away after a little count. It is not yet time for refining, these resources are not enough to make him 100% promoted to the eighth level of Xuanwu.

It is the best time to wait until he has accumulated enough to allow him to refine again when he breaks through in one fell swoop.

If you don't refine it, it's done. Once you refine it, you must break through.

In a flash, he landed on the highest point of the ruined palace and looked around. As far as the eye can see, there are dilapidated palaces, collapsed attic, ancient and desolate atmosphere, permeating this ruins.

Although I have seen a similar scene in Qingyang Realm, it is still shocking to see it again.

A long time ago, there was a glorious ancient sect in this place.

But in a big battle, nothing was fought, and there was only a fragmented temple to cherish the memory of the prosperous times.

Whoosh whoosh!

With the use of the Seven Profound Steps, Lin Yun hovered like an eagle in the ruins. Overlooking all directions, without missing the slightest clue, I searched carefully.

In the ruins, there are many figures of sect disciples scattered everywhere.

From time to time, the sound of fierce fighting can be heard. Unless there is a strange treasure in the world, Lin Yun never takes the initiative to participate in these disputes.

After a glance, not looking.

and many more……

Lin Yun, who was walking forward in midair, suddenly turned around a few times and landed in front of a pile of rubble. Just now, there seemed to be fluctuations in the spiritual patterns, which were faintly inaudible, but it really caught his attention.

If I'm not wrong, there should be an array of spirit patterns intertwined in this place.

While waving his long sleeves, Lin Yun punched like electricity, and with his breath, he cleared the scattered rubble.

Sure enough, a black-faced magic circle appeared in Lin Yun's field of vision.

Looking at the twisted black aperture in the center of the viewing array, you can probably guess that this is a small teleportation array.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Yun dodged and jumped into it.

Whoa!

The moment it fell, it was like falling into the abyss, hanging in the air, and falling non-stop.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Yun's feet touched the ground, and he stepped on the ground, and his hanging heart slowly loosened.

Looking around, I found myself in an old stone room.

The stone room was looted, there were broken decorations and damaged jade bottles everywhere, and the things on the ground were dazzling, too long for people to distinguish.

Bang!

There was a surge of real essence, and the sound of fighting with a low roar came from a distance. It seemed that there was more than one entrance to this place, and Lin Yun was not the only one who entered.

After listening for a while, Lin Yun was in the stone room, searching.

After turning around, I didn't find any valuable treasures, only a martial arts jade card.

However, the seal on the jade plaque is incomplete, and it is stuck between the eyebrows. There are many omissions in the recorded text.

It is good to have the text, and hand it over to the elders of the sect, and perhaps some exercises and martial arts can be derived.

After putting away the jade slip, Lin Yun walked out and appeared on a corridor.

Looking at the slate above the head, I can probably tell that this should be an underground palace. There are many forks in the underground palace, which is as complicated as a labyrinth, but Lin Yun is not in a hurry. He has no clear destination and walks in it at will.

After turning the corner, he entered the second stone chamber.

It is not much different from the stone room where he appeared, it is messy and full of dust. The only difference is that there are two more corpses, and the age of the corpses is not too long ago.

It should be the children of the sect who opened the secret realm of the magic lotus, killed each other, and perished together.

Lin Yun searched in the storage bags of the two, but there was no black refining demon pill or spirit grass fruit, and they thought they had been refined.

On the other hand, there were quite a few second-grade spiritual jades, nearly 2,000.

Unexpected joy.

The identities of the two seem to be the core disciples of the sect, and the wealth of ordinary disciples is so rich.

Twenty years ago, I was afraid that he also had a reputation, and he must be the leader of the sect.

It is a pity that the road of martial arts is too difficult, after all, it has turned into a pile of bones, and after 20 years, no one will know it anymore.

Leaving the stone room, Lin Yun walked in and out of many stone rooms.

I haven't found too many valuable treasures, but I have accumulated a lot of incomplete ancient martial arts jade cards.

Go back to the sect, and the second-grade Lingyu will definitely be indispensable.

The magic lotus secret realm is like this, even if you have no adventures, as long as you can be patient, you will have a good harvest if you can survive.

After walking for several kilometers, there was a faint sound of fierce quarrels and fights.

"With so many quarrels, I'm afraid that some treasures from the underground palace have been discovered."

Converging his true essence, Lin Yun quietly walked towards the end of the corridor.

At the end, there is an open palace. Above the palace, there are strange orbs inlaid on the ceiling. The brilliance was bright and shone down on the hall below. It was bright and soft, attracting dozens of people to gather in it.

In the center of the hall, there was an old man in linen sitting cross-legged, with his head lowered. The body is covered with dust and lifeless, and I don't know how long it has survived.

In front of him, an ancient sword that was also covered with dust was stuck on the ground.

"Let it go, this sword belongs to Lao Tzu, no one should argue with me!"

"It's just you? An idiot is talking about a dream!"

"die!"

"Hmph, a bunch of trash, let me get out of the way."

Under the brilliance of the orb, the true essence was surging, and the loud noise of the collision of martial arts was incessant. In order to fight for the ancient sword in front of the deceased, a group of people fought fiercely, and the chaos did not stop.

Lin Yun observed it secretly, his eyes fell on Gu Jian, thoughtfully.

The ancient sword is probably a treasure, and it is quite well preserved. If you can get a good treasure in this magic lotus secret realm. It is equivalent to guaranteeing his life, and he can even run rampant and kill the Quartet.

Not to mention other good points, this alone makes the ancient sword full of infinite temptation.

boom!

In the hall, there was a sudden gust of wind, and many of the sect disciples in the chaos had not yet reacted. It was shaken and flew out, and wherever the strong wind passed, it was invincible.

When dozens of people woke up, they realized that it was not a gust of wind, but an afterimage of wanton and domineering.

But the afterimage was too fast. When they reflected, the owner of the afterimage had already come to the old man.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the ancient sword in his hand and looked at it.

A group of people suddenly had murderous intent in their eyes. They fought so hard and chaotically for so long, how could it be possible for an outsider to take the advantage of the fisherman and take away this sword.

"Put down the ancient sword!"

"Looking for death, but the cultivation base of the seventh level of Xuanwu, dare to come here to make trouble, are you impatient?"

"Don't think that you are a disciple of High Heaven Sword Pavilion, we will not dare to do anything to you!"

"What do you do with so much nonsense, just kill him."

"kill!"

When a group of people saw that Lin Yun only had the seventh-level Xuanwu cultivation, the anger in their eyes couldn't help but get even worse.

With such a cultivation base, he dared to provoke them, and without any hesitation, he rushed over.

Noisy!

Lin Yun, who was looking at the ancient sword, flashed a chill in his eyes, and the Shuiyue sword was swaying. There was a breeze blowing, and he lifted a few strands of long hair on the forehead of the young man. He held the ancient sword and waved his hand.

The long sleeves are like clouds, and the sword light swept across, like an antelope hanging its horns, and there is no trace.

This sword is a big wave!

The ancient sword body trembled, and the dust flicked away one by one. The sword's thousand-year-old edge, and this moment, a cold light suddenly appeared.

It seems to be an understatement, but with the sharp edge of the ancient sword, the huge wave of the sword unfolds in an instant. A sword light swayed between the flat ground, like waves surging on the lake, and the cold sword light suddenly exploded in the crowd.

The screams sounded, and more than a dozen people were pierced by Jianmang on the spot, and they died tragically.

In the turbulent aftermath, the boundless sword light, really like a big wave, sent the menacing reputation of a group of people rushing to and fro, unable to take care of themselves.

"Damn, I met a monster!"

"He is Lin Yun, and he must be the rising star Lin Yun from the High Heaven Sword Pavilion!"

The rest of the people's faces turned pale, and when they looked at Lin Yun, there was a flash of panic, and they fled in a hurry.

"die!"

But this group of people had just retreated to the entrance, and the wind and clouds were rising in the corridor. There were ancient heavy tripods colliding constantly, and a heroic battle song was played, which reverberated in all directions. A fist light, rampage, like a wild beast of the ancient times, in the roaring sound, the blood and blood trembled like thunder.

Bang bang bang!

Between breathing, more than a dozen people were shocked to death on the spot under this fist. Those who did not die were also severely wounded, or their ribs were broken, or their internal organs were shattered.

"Go away, don't get in my way!"

A sect disciple was kicked out like a ball, and after landing, he was killed on the spot.

In the surging, a burly figure walked out and grinned.

Those who were not dead were shivering, and hurriedly took this opportunity to flee.

Beast Gate, Feng Ye?

Raising his brows, Lin Yun recognized this person, who was as famous as Bai Yue from the Demon Flame Sect. In the last Dragon Gate Grand Competition, the burly young man who was also defeated by Young Master Liu Xun was even more terrifying than before in three years.

It's a strong enemy, don't be careless...

Click!

While thinking about it, the ancient sword in his hand was broken on the spot, and Lin Yun couldn't help laughing bitterly in his heart.

He was still thinking that his broken sword body seemed to be unable to do anything about this sword. I am afraid that this ancient sword, like the funeral flower, has an extraordinary origin and is boundless.

Unexpectedly, before he had time to comprehend, he broke it in his own hands.

Seeing that the ancient sword was broken, Feng Ye frowned slightly and cursed: "It's a broken treasure again, I thought it was really a treasure..."

In the secret realm of the magic lotus, there are countless treasures that shatter for no reason.

This Feng Ye cursed and didn't think much about it.

When he shifted his gaze to Lin Yun, a chill flashed in his eyes, and he laughed gloomily.

"The ancient sword is broken, and your Excellency is still coming to trouble me?"

Lin Yun looked calm and said softly.

If it is not necessary, he does not want to fight with this person without the rare treasure. But if the other party takes the initiative to provoke him, he is not afraid.

"Hey, you're not weak. With just a few hundred meters away, I sensed the sharpness of my sword. I'm afraid there are quite a few treasures on my body."

Feng Ye grinned and stared maliciously at the storage bag on his waist.

"There are quite a few treasures, I'm afraid you don't have the ability to pick them up."

It seems that a war is unavoidable.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and held the sword that popped out of the box tightly in his hand.

In the hall, the two were fighting each other, not giving in to each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Just two people, no one noticed when the ancient sword shattered. Sitting cross-legged, the old man who had been dead for many years, the stiff fingers seemed to move.