Lin Yun's thoughts were like lightning. He put aside his doubts for the time being and said in a deep voice: "Senior, can you tell me whether there are any silver-eyed demon spirits that have been assimilated in the Xuan Lei Palace?"

"some."

The old man in silver showed pain in his eyes and said: "There are at least three more, and all of them lost their minds and were completely refined into silver-eyed demon spirits. I hid under the thunder pool and relied on the suppression of the Xuan Lei Treasure Chain.

I can barely maintain a semblance of sanity, but that’s all.”

As he spoke, his body dissipated little by little. Gu Jun looked painful, his eyes were moist, and tears were about to fall.

"There is no need to be sad for me. Since my descendants are still here, then our old brothers who died in the battle are of some value."

The old man in silver comforted Gu Jun, and suddenly his body was illuminated by a silver umbrella, and the next moment his body was scattered by the wind.

Buzz!

At the moment when his body disappeared, there were thirty-six pure silver basalt diamonds, hovering in the air like mercury.

Every basalt diamond shines extremely brightly, exuding a terrifying holy light. This should be a holy basalt diamond.

Gu Jun looked sad and sobbed: "Please accept these diamonds."

"Isn't this not good?"

Lin Yun naturally wanted the holy Xuanwu diamond, but after all, it was a relic of the Xuanwu clan.

Since this old boy really has Xuanwu blood, Lin Yun will definitely not argue with him.

"Take it, do you think I really have the courage to refine these basalt diamonds?"

Gu Jun sighed sadly. It didn't feel like anything to outsiders, but in his eyes, these basalt diamonds were the flesh and blood of his relatives.

If the Thunder Xuanwu lineage is still prosperous, it can be regarded as inheriting some kind of inheritance.

But Gu Jun saw the other party die in front of him with his own eyes, and then went to refine the Basalt Diamond, which was like devouring the flesh and blood of his relatives.

"Let's have a drink at the bar."

Gu Jun sat on the ground extremely depressed and said in a low tone.

Lin Yun casually handed him a piece of spiritual wine. Gutou took a sip and spit it out, saying, "I don't want to drink this. I'll cough after drinking this. Let's have a pot of Dragon Clan's fine wine."

Hey!

Lin Yun was surprised, this old man was really... He endured his displeasure, handed over another bottle of wine, and said, "This is the last bottle!"

This was really the last pot. He had already drank the dragon wine he had harvested sparingly, but almost all of it was squandered by the ancient head.

The Thousand Years of Fire has been drank up long ago, and now the Dragon Clan's fine wine is gone.

Tons tons tons tons!

Gutou swallowed a big gulp, then took a deep breath and said: "Happy, this is better, don't cough. Look at how stingy you are, when we get to the Demigod Wine Cellar later, I will really open your eyes."

Bragging again!

Lin Yun was concentrating on collecting the holy basalt diamond. At this moment, a painful groan came out.

He and Gu Jun looked back at the same time, and saw Mei Zihua shaking one hand limply, saying awkwardly: "My hand seems to be useless."
Chapter completed!