Chapter 617

The eighth floor of Xingjun Ancient Tomb.

Lin Yun sat cross-legged for a long time before slowly opening his eyes.

Fighting against Qin An and Pei Yue seems to be easy, and the injury is not serious. But in fact, the consumption is quite large. If the power of the buried flower promotion treasure has not been greatly increased, it will be much more difficult to deal with.

Right now, after taking a short rest, he is finally back at his peak, and both his injuries and true essence can be recovered.

Whoa!

He tapped lightly on the storage bag, and suddenly, the drop of Canglong blood essence appeared in front of him.

The blood essence suspended in front of him is surging with majestic and astonishing power. The power of wind and thunder contained in it, and the ancient aura, are shocking.

Lin Yun's eyes flickered, thoughtfully.

His Canglong Nine Transformations, only after completing the first two basics, can barely make the first transformation of the Nine Transformations of the Sky. The real horror of these ancient body-refining gods only shows the tip of the iceberg.

Whether it is the power of wind and thunder, or secret techniques such as Canglong Nine Transformations, they are far from familiar.

The true meaning of these exercises, he only touched the fur.

The drop of Canglong blood essence in front of him was a timely help. It can help him become familiar with this exercise, save a lot of time, and be regarded as a shortcut.

The thoughts in his mind were like electricity, and Lin Yun quickly made a decision, and he couldn't refine the blood of this blue dragon for the time being.

He felt it for a moment, and then he could sense that it was just a drop of blood, as small as a drop of dust and water. But it is genuine Canglong blood, and the majestic energy contained in it is extremely astonishing.

With his current cultivation level, it can take as little as three days and as many as seven days before refining.

In terms of time, it's totally too late.

A lot of time has been wasted recovering from the injury, the others should start their ninth round test, he is already behind.

"tell you later."

Lin Yun shook his head and collected the Canglong blood essence.

Looking up, his eyes fell on the dark corridor ahead.

The ninth floor of the tomb palace is finally here.

From knowing that there is the ancient tomb of Xingjun in the Kushuo Sea, he only came here for the water of Xuanyin at first, to knowing the most precious thing in the ancient tomb of Xingjun, he walked here step by step.

Along the way, the more and more the opponents get stronger and stronger, although there are twists and turns, but after all, it is indomitable, and the edge is immortal.

I just don't know what will be the ninth round of the test waiting for him, and who will the opponent he will meet in the end.

Without thinking much, Lin Yun got up and walked to the unknown ninth floor without looking back.

After passing through the corridor, the scene in front of him suddenly brightened, appearing in a closed and empty hall.

Apart from the ancient frescoes on the three walls, the hall is empty.

boom!

Just as he was in shock, a dragon roar sounded, followed by a flash of light, breaking through the air and attacking Lin Yun.

That wandering light was made of pure starlight, dazzling and dazzling, with a sharp edge, and there was a faint trace of a rather condensed dragon might.

The moment it appeared, it showed a coercion no less than the perfection of the peak of the Yang Profound Realm, which was extremely terrifying.

Mo Hanmang flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, raised his hand, and clenched his fingers tightly.

Suddenly, the power of wind and thunder exploded on his body, and in the whistling, the thunder continued, and his clothes were screeching.

Under the fusion of this wind and thunder force, Ziyuan Jianjin and You Guang were bombarded together fiercely.

Bang!

Amidst the loud noise, Lin Yun groaned and was shocked three steps back.

Whoosh!

The footsteps have not yet stood firm, and there are two more wandering lights, accompanied by the sound of dragon roars.

Lin Yun suddenly suffered a big loss, his right hand clenching his fist was numb from the shock, and his remaining energy was hard to lose.

Boom!

But it wasn't over yet, the dragon's roar didn't stop, and the Youguang in the hall kept fighting. The dancing swimming, in the blink of an eye, is like a strip of color training, criss-crossing, soaring up and down, messy and beautiful.

Under the gorgeous appearance, there is a terrifying murderous intention.

The nine rays of light danced like electricity, and Lin Yun's fists were like swords.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

For a while, the loud noise in this hall kept going, and it continued.

Lin Yun was a little reluctant to deal with it, but he was always in his own rhythm.

Suddenly, without warning, nine light and shadows condensed and swelled into a dragon shadow.

boom!

The momentum suddenly soared, and the coercion was instantly comparable to that of a Yin-Yang realm powerhouse.

Lin Yun raised his brows, sword intent condensed all over his body, and purple irises bloomed, tightly resisting the pressure.

Long Ying wriggled out of thin air, and the vigorous real essence fluctuated and washed away wave after wave, causing the air in the four directions to ripple like water.

"Has the play started?"

The corner of Lin Yun's mouth curled into a smile, and his eyes were full of fighting intent.

He entered the ancient tomb of Xingjun and walked all the way here, defeating Guo Xu first, then Qin An and Pei Yue, but he never had the slightest fear.

With the sword box on his back, the funeral flowers trembled, ready to go.

brush!

The wriggling dragon shadow condensed into a golden puppet in mid-air, and the moment it took shape, it fell above Lin Yun. He raised his hand with a gun and slashed down fiercely. The majestic coercion was like a meandering river, traversing the void, mighty and surging.

Those surging and vast offensives give people a sense of endless stamina, which is extremely magnificent.

He originally thought that when it came to the test on the ninth floor of the tomb palace, it might be nine silver-armored puppets to form a complete and intact dragon formation. But I didn't expect it to be one. If it came like this, it would be impossible to divide and defeat it.

Looking at this offensive, I am afraid that it is more terrifying than facing the nine silver armored puppets.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and when Lin Yun beckoned, the funeral flower flicked out of the sword box behind him.

Lin Yun clenched his fingers tightly and drew his sword out of its sheath.

Click!

The majestic sword force, which was already ready to go, met this surging blow, and the floor under his feet burst open, spreading out a network of gaps.

Under the heavy blow, Lin Yun was split dozens of meters back.

"The sword is divided into two months!"

Lin Yun turned around, swayed up, and instantly slashed out a sword.

Suddenly, this sword slashed out two rounds of majestic sword light, the sword light was like the moon, a bright moon illuminated the endless night sky, and a bright moon illuminated the deep lake.

Under the two moons, Lin Yun, who stabbed this sword all over his body, was sharp and boundless.

The golden-armored puppet, without thinking about it, came up with a long spear.

Ka Ka Ka!

Under the confrontation between the sword light and the spear light, the golden battle armor on the puppet's body showed slight cracks.

"The edge of the funeral flower is sharper than I imagined."

Seeing this, Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief, the funeral flower after being promoted to treasure can break the opponent's defense. For him, it will undoubtedly save a lot of effort.

The person was in the air, and another majestic silver sword light fell down fiercely.

The golden-armored puppet, after all, had a cultivation level comparable to the early stage of Yin-Yang Realm. It avoided this sword like lightning and attacked Lin Yun from a rather tricky angle.

The long spear in his hand stirred up condensed spear shadows in midair, piercing the air full of holes.

That fierce coercion was clearly several points stronger than Lin Yun's sword stance.

Lin Yun is quite calm, the opponent's cultivation base is higher than him after all, and it is quite normal for him to be stronger than him.

But if you talk about the sharpness of the sword and the prosperous edge, the funeral flower will not accept it!

"Sky Broken Clouds!"

The sword light, which contains the innate sword intent, condensed into a tornado in the blink of an eye. The wind was spinning, and it seemed to contain a sharp broken sword, buzzing continuously, cutting the air into traces.

Then it swept away towards the golden armored puppet, and between the collisions, there was a bright silver sword light that burst out continuously.

The golden-armored puppet stepped back suddenly, the spear in his hand danced wildly, resisting the sword energy in the storm.

Bang!

Ten steps later, his coercion fluctuated a little, and he was immediately knocked into the air, and the golden light on his body kept flashing.

Roar!

The sound of dragon roar burst out again, and the golden-armored puppet was in mid-air, turned sideways, and stabbed the long spear in his hand. The astonishing spear light, with an unrivaled force, smashed the storm carrying the advice of the innate great success.

"It's terrifying that an immature puppet can do this. However, that's it!"

The storm scattered in the hall, wrapped in the remnants of sword intent, whistled non-stop, Lin Yun was wearing his clothes, agitating non-stop, and another sword slashed out from his hand.

boom!

There is a tendency to rush to thunder, the roar is endless, and the electric light is like a divine punishment falling from nine days, and it is fleeting.

Click!

Jianmang cut off the spear, pierced the golden armor puppet, and turned it into a pile of parts scattered on the ground.

Lin Yun fell to the ground, kicked slightly, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. This golden armor puppet is indeed terrifying. If the armor on the opponent's body is not damaged.

Ba Jian rushes to thunder and chops electricity, but it may not be able to seriously injure the opponent.

hum!

At this moment, a strange warm current rippled from the Purple Mansion, and then permeated the limbs and bones. All over his body, he was immediately dripping with joy, and Su Shuang was indescribable.

During the turbulent qi and blood, Lin Yun only felt a warm feeling, and the flow of true essence was more than doubled than before.

After a battle, he was promoted to the Yang Profound Realm Dacheng.

After he refined the Hellfire Flower, his cultivation level climbed to the peak of the Yang Profound Realm, and when he fought against Qin An before, there were faint signs of a breakthrough.

At this moment, the final test of the ninth floor of the tomb palace has completely promoted him.

"The Yang Profound Realm is complete..."

Lin Yun clenched his fingers tightly, feeling the surging power in the fist, a feeling that was not very real.

Thinking that before he entered the Dry Shuo Sea, he was only at the peak of the Yin Profound Realm, but now, he has reached the astonishing Yang Profound Realm.

It was mainly due to the two strange things, the Water of Profound Yin and the Infernal Flower, as well as Lin Yun's own encounter.

If it weren't for these consecutive battles and consecutive victories, the utility of these heaven and earth treasures would not necessarily have manifested so quickly.

It was only in such a continuous and fierce fight that the background of this adventure was stimulated in advance.

time to go!

Lin Yun retracted his thoughts, his expression became solemn, and at the same time there was a faint expectation.

The ninth floor of the final tomb palace, I don't know who will be waiting for him. Whether it is one person, or many people, everything is unknown.