One day, one day, let the sound of the phoenix bloom in the formation, accompanying the rising sun to the sky, singing in the nine heavens.

His eyes were closed, Lin Yun sat cross-legged, looking inside. He found that the silver purple kite flowers that reappeared in the purple palace were dull and sluggish.

Such means are incredible.

But once the sacrifice is released, Lin Yun is afraid that it will be the existence of the Yang Xuan Realm that is small.

After a long time, Lin Yun opened his eyes, and the light appeared in his eyes. The true energy was exhausted, but he recovered from seventy-seventy-eight. Under the ninth level of the Sword Art, if there was no interference, his recovery ability was far from comparable to that of the past.

call out!

He spread his right hand and the Hell Flower reappeared in his palm. Lin Yun looked carefully. The Hell Flower was completely a strange flower condensed with flames, which was very different from the treasures he had seen in the past.

The elegant and lively flames are dazzling and dazzling.

But under the eyes, there are still some clues. The flower in the palm of the palm seems to be like a flame, but in fact it is some kind of magical spiritual liquid. Under the flow, its momentum is like fire, and it is jumping all the time, containing pure and thick flame energy.

After a little exploring, Lin Yun's expression became solemn.

If this flower explodes, he will be destroyed on the spot, and he may not be able to refine it now.

He guessed that at least the Yin Xuan Realm was perfected before he could try it.

In addition, there are some mysterious and unpredictable aspects that he is a little confused and can't quite understand.

"When the realm reaches its peak, there is a taboo that no one has broken for ten years. The value of this flower must be greater than I imagined."

With a turn of hand, Lin Yun collected the Fire Hell Flower again.

Instead, it is a scroll. In the painting, a person holding a sword in his left hand, his palm spreads out with his right hand, and a rose blooms. The white tiger occupying most of the picture, closed his eyes tightly, and his kingly power converges, sniffing the rose gently.

Where does the flowers come from!

When the rose dispersed, the man in blue suddenly turned around and a set of sword techniques appeared in front of Lin Yun.

But except where the flowers start, the rest of the sword technique is to watch the flowers in the fog, and it is hazy.

For ten days, Lin Yun has watched this picture almost every night.

With the improvement of his spiritual patterns, he could clearly feel where that style started, and there were many details of the side branches that had not been noticed before.

Just looking at the other sword moves, although the fog was a little dimmed, it still couldn't see clearly.

"I'm afraid it's less than the third-grade Xuan Master, I can't learn this sword technique. As for the evil ghosts in hell that Mr. Hong saw, I'm afraid that they can only feel it at a higher level..."

After putting away the scroll, Lin Yun looked solemn.

He was sure that there must be a sword technique hidden in the painting. With a little understanding, he could obtain a better inheritance than Canjian Pavilion.

Even if Liu Chenyi asked him a hundred times, he would not regret his answer.

At least the choice of the fourth level of the Fire Hell Secret Realm did not make him regret it, and this rose scroll would definitely not make him regret it.

no way!

Lin Yun clenched his right fist, his eyes were tough, like his heart towards the sword, without any wavering.
Chapter completed!