Chapter 387

Early the next morning, Lin Yun opened his eyes.

I only feel relaxed, and the internal and external injuries are not painful, and I am in a very stable state.

Before, he fought with people, except for horrific wounds. There are also many internal injuries, all of which have been traumatized to varying degrees.

When I move slightly, my whole body hurts.

But during the war, you can't control this, and after the war, all the pain will come in multiplication.

This sleep made him completely relaxed, and with the spiritual fluid in the gauze, his physical injuries were already fifty percent better.

Martial artists don't need to sleep, they can meditate, they can practice.

For martial artists, sleeping is a luxury many times, and Lin Yun has not slept in the Demon Lotus Secret Realm so far.

It's not that I don't want to, but I don't dare.

But in fact, the benefits that sleep brings to the body, especially the cultivation of the spiritual level, are of great benefit.

Lin Yun had a smile on her face, and her senior sister was thoughtful.

After getting up and getting dressed, seeing that the large army had not yet moved, he guessed that he should leave at noon.

There is no hurry at the moment, and four items are taken out of the storage bag.

A bottle of Hanyun Pill, a pot of four-grade wine, a yellow Tibetan sword gourd, and an ancient treasure soldier named Remnant Blood.

Coming out of the Demon Lotus Secret Realm, the treasures on his body are innumerable.

But in the end, it was all handed in. The sect protected him thoroughly, and fought to the death with the four sects for him, and he didn't reciprocate this favor.

Besides, he has gained enough in the secret realm, and no one can compare to him.

The sword elder asked him to choose at that time, and he chose Hanyun Dan, famous wine, and Tibetan sword gourd.

The remnant blood knife was forcibly stuffed to him by the sword-wielding elder.

Thinking of this, Lin Yun smiled, the sect didn't want to see him suffer too much.

It is said that no one uses a knife in the Sword Pavilion, but the value of this knife is understood by everyone who understands it, and there is no need to say more.

His cultivation has been for a long time, and it is estimated that he will not be able to improve, and it is useless to ask for other pills.

However, the Purple Kite Sword Technique is at the peak of the eightfold, and there is still a chance to go further, this Cold Cloud Pill will have miraculous effects.

Right now, what he was most interested in was this hidden sword glove, which was a very rare secret treasure.

The Secret Treasure is different from the Treasure Armor in that it refers to all kinds of strange treasures, such as rings, exquisite towers, mirrors, and treasures.

First drop this thing with blood to recognize the owner, leaving his own brand, and this hidden sword will really belong to him.

The Tibetan Sword Hurd, also known as the Sword Raising Hurd, can improve the quality of the sword, and can also make the sword accumulate edge, ready to go, and kill the enemy with the sword.

The plug was opened, and in the narrow mouth of the gourd, a sharp and sharp aura suddenly gushed out.

In the tent, a cold wind blew and howled.

But it is in vain, and it does not have the sharpness and sharpness that I imagined, and it is quite useless.

Lin Yun estimated that he wanted this hidden sword to really use its wonders. I'm afraid it's indispensable, and if you pay some resources, you should have to spend a lot of spirit jade.

Without hesitation, he took out a second-grade spirit jade and threw it in.

Click!

But the spirit jade was in it, swaying a few times, and after being crushed, it was spit out.

"This ......"

Lin Yun pinched his chin, guessing in his heart that Lingyu was afraid that he would not be able to activate this treasure gourd.

His eyes swept and fell on the pot of four-grade wine.

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, he took the wine, pointed it at the mouth of the gourd, and poured it.

Wow!

When the mellow and clear wine is poured into the gourd, the yellow Tibetan sword gourd suddenly exudes a cyan treasure light, crystal clear.

Trouble......

The four-grade famous wine is much rarer than the spiritual jade, and this gourd is a wine gourd.

After the wine in the pot was filled, the hidden sword glove became a little heavy in Lin Yun's hand.

But it's not enough, even one-tenth of the capacity of the treasure gourd is not large, and the seemingly small gourd has a lot of appetite.

After thinking about it, he took out a few jars of monkey wine, and filled ten jars before filling half of this Tibetan sword gourd.

"That's pretty much enough. ”

Lin Yun secretly pondered, all that was left was to raise a sword, and he had to let this gourd store a sword.

In addition to the funeral sword, there are some Xuan soldiers in his storage bag. It's all about killing opponents, and some sundries left behind, the kind he doesn't look down on but it's a pity to lose them.

Whew!

In the storage bag, with a light pat, Lin Yun took out seven long swords in a row, all of which were medium-grade Xuan soldiers.

For the disciples of the sect, it is a good sword.

"Close!"

He poured the true yuan into the treasure gourd, and the hidden sword gourd suddenly shone brightly, and a majestic suction power gushed out.

But this suction force swept around the seven Xuan soldiers, and then it died down.

The sword trembled for a moment, then fell silent.

Not a good enough grade?

Just when Lin Yun was puzzled, the light of the hidden sword in his hand bloomed, and a majestic suction force fell on the residual blood.

Sonorous!

The ghostly light flickered, the cold light overflowed, and I saw a flash of shock, and the residual blood that came out of the sheath ended in the treasure gourd in an instant.

Lin Yun thought about it, and dared to love that this gourd was of a high grade, and Xuan Bing didn't like it. As long as it is a treasure, regardless of the sword, take it away first.

Closing the stopper, in Lin Yun's induction, the breath of the Remnant Blood Knife was constantly merging with the treasure gourd.

In the gourd, there is an incomparably mysterious formation activation, which is refining the residual blood knife soaked in wine over and over again.

Lin Yun tried to sacrifice the treasure knife in the gourd, but he was met with resistance.

Come to think of it, it's not time yet.

For a while, I was afraid that I couldn't figure out the doorway, and he estimated that this hidden sword glove had a big origin.

In the future, when his strength improves, he will slowly figure it out.

At noon, all the members of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion set off and embarked on the road back to the sect.

Lin Yun put away the hidden sword glove, rode the blood dragon horse, and followed the team forward. Compared to the heyday of the time, most of the current Lingxiao Sword Pavilion are injured.

In the face of the threat in the Mountains of Annihilation, I had to be careful.

The sky was full of thunderclouds and the environment was harsh, and from time to time a terrible and brutal beast roar could be heard in the mountains.

The demon beasts at the core of the Silent Mountain Range are quite terrifying, and no one dares to take them lightly.

It is also common to encounter the Demon Beasts of the Purple Mansion. In the previous battle, the Sword Pavilion had already killed and injured many people, and it could not bear the losses of the dead.

The sword-wielding elder walked in front of the team the whole time, and if something was wrong, he would pull out the Xiaoyun Sword.

Ten days later, in the mountains and forests ahead, a gray mist shrouded them, blocking everyone's way. There was a terrible toxin hidden in the mist, and the wind howled at the core of the poisonous mist, and the thunder flashed. Accompanied by a terrible beast roar, it is terrifying and tense.

Lin Yun frowned slightly, he remembered this place and was quite impressed.

This place is the territory of a demon beast of the king of the Purple Mansion Realm, and it is the only way between the sect and the Silent Wasteland.

If you take a detour, it will take several times the time.

At that time, it was the sword-wielding elder who made a move, and with the unpredictable power of the Xiaoyun Sword, he shook back the Purple Mansion Realm King Demon Beast among them.

Directly in front of the team, looking at the vast poisonous mist in front of them, the sect elders' faces looked a little dignified.

On the way back, the saddest hurdle is here.

"Why don't you take a detour......"

Luo Feng looked at the sword-wielding elder and said softly.

Others didn't know, but he knew that the sword-wielding elder was fighting a crowd in the Silent Wasteland that day. It seems to be unmatched, but in fact, the injury is not light, but it can't be shown in front of everyone.

On the way back, the sword-wielding elder was inevitably killed and wounded, and despite the injury, he drew his sword several times.

Its strength is much worse than its peak state, and it will be a little dangerous to shake off this Purple Mansion Demon Beast.

"You can't take a detour, and once you make a detour, you have to walk for half a month. Along the way, I always had a bad premonition that I had to return to the sect as soon as possible to feel at ease. ”

The Sword Elder pondered for a moment and spoke.

The rest of the elders did not agree, but they still thought that it would be better to take a detour, and they were not afraid of wasting more time.

At the back of the team, Tang Tong and Lin Yun and his party all felt that something was wrong.

"Why did you stop?"

Tang Tong rode on the demon beast horse, his face puzzled.

"I'm afraid there was a dispute. ”

Lin Yun thought for a moment and said softly.

After all, it is the king demon beast of the Purple Mansion Realm, once it can't shake off the other party, the other party will cause a lot of losses to the team.

He thought further in his heart, I was afraid that the sword elder would not be able to exert his full strength.

Otherwise, there is no need for the rest of the elders to argue.

An uneasy mood spread among the deacons and disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

Roar!

Suddenly, a terrible and loud beast roar reverberated from the depths of the poisonous mist. The ground shook violently, thunder flashed in the mist, and lightning flashed everywhere.

Before he could understand what was going on, a head poked out of the mist.

It was the head of a demon snake, but it was huge, with sharp horns and skin like shriveled purple rocks. The scarlet eyes swept around everyone like cold lightning, and then stared at the sword-wielding elder.

The demon beast steeds under everyone were all panicked under the persecution of the other party's demonic aura.

Fear permeates everyone's heart.

This demon beast has recognized the sword-wielding elder!