Han Zhonglin went all the way back to Qingyunfang, sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, took out the banner tray in the storage bag and looked at it carefully. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the Linglong Pavilion just now, Han Zhonglin had a strange feeling in his mind when he saw this set of twelve spirit banner plates, and this feeling he had only felt from the Spirit Dragon and the Thunder Sword.

On top of the twelve banners, there are eighteen banners, thirty-two banners, seventy-two banners, and even one hundred and eight banners, and the number of banners used also determines the power of the formation.

In the Demon Realm for more than two years, Han Zhonglin's understanding of the spiritual world has also deepened a lot, and he learned from the "Divine Wind Apocalypse" that there is a special profession in the cultivation realm - spirit weapon master.

The spirit weapon master is extremely sought after by the major sects or forces in the human cultivation realm, because the spirit weapon master can forge spirit weapons, and each top-level spirit weapon is a symbol of the strength of a sect or monk.

And if you want to become a spiritual artifact master, you must first enter the spiritual world, and then open the Heavenly Eye. When a spiritual artifact is forging a spiritual weapon, one of the most critical steps is to endow the spiritual embryo with a "spirit".

This means that this set of twelve spirit flags is not an ordinary flag, but a banner plate that can really endow "spirits", and has the potential to become a complete set of spirit weapons, and its value is more than six million spirit stones, which is why Han Zhonglin did not hesitate to buy the twelve spirit flags.

Han Zhonglin put the Twelve Spirit Flags tray back into the storage bag, and a question floated through his mind.

"Bingyue took the initiative to send out an invitation to the Linglong Conference, what is its purpose?"

Han Zhonglin played with the exquisitely carved jade, thinking about several possibilities, and soon, Han Zhonglin had a trace of eyebrows.

"Yes, it must be a magic weapon!" Han Zhonglin thought to himself, "Since Bingyue knows that I may have killed the Earth Demon Cultivator, it is very likely that she thinks that I still have a magic weapon on me. ”

Han Zhonglin showed a smile on his face, and said secretly: "The annual Linglong Conference is a good time to open your eyes, and it's a pity not to participate in the opportunity that was sent by you." ”

For several days, Han Zhonglin never left Qingyunfang, and consolidated his cultivation all day long.

On the sixth day, Han Zhonglin returned the Qingyunfang jade plate early and went straight to Linglong Pavilion. Han Zhonglin planned to return directly to the Lost Immortal Sect after participating in the Linglong Conference.

As soon as Han Zhonglin turned from the jade road into the path where the Linglong Pavilion was located, he saw more than ten monks standing outside the door of the Linglong Pavilion from a distance, and four monks in the late stage of foundation building were guarding the door.

Each monk entered one by one with exquisite carvings, and it was Bai Xian'er who greeted him at the door.

The monks who entered the Linglong Pavilion were at least the monks of the late stage of foundation building, and each of them had an extraordinary temperament, and among them there were several monks of the Jindan period who were high in the sky.

Seeing such a scene, Han Zhonglin couldn't help but look forward to it even more: "The specifications of the Linglong Conference are so high, if you don't receive an invitation, I'm afraid you won't even be qualified to participate." ”

When Han Zhonglin came to the door of Linglong Pavilion, he found that the four divine senses swept over at the same time, but in an instant, the four divine senses disappeared at the same time.

When Han Zhonglin entered the Linglong Pavilion, Bai Xian'er's pretty face was overjoyed.

"The real person came as promised, which made the slave family very grateful, and wished the real person a success at the conference. ”

After Han Zhonglin handed over the exquisite jade jue to Bai Xian'er, a maid handed over a black robe and led Han Zhonglin through the hall into the backyard.

Putting on a black robe, Han Zhonglin hid his whole body under the black robe, and followed the maid to a rockery in the courtyard.

I saw that the maid's footsteps did not stop, and she stepped into the rockery, and her figure disappeared.

"It turns out that the three-story pavilion outside is the fur of Linglong Pavilion, and under the rockery is the real foundation of Linglong Pavilion. Han Zhonglin's heart moved slightly.

Han Zhonglin followed one step into the rockery, and his vision changed suddenly, and his figure appeared in a dim corridor.

The maid still led the way, and through the dim corridor, her vision suddenly widened, and a large circular space appeared. At the bottom of the circular space, an antique round platform is built in the center, and the top of the space is connected with colored silks, which form a flower-like shape when viewed from the bottom up, and a brilliant white crystal is hung in the center of the flower, emitting a soft white light, illuminating the whole space.

On the outermost side of the circular space is a circle of panes, divided into three tiers, arched around a round platform, and a wooden sign is hung on each window, on which corresponds to this number.

Han Zhonglin followed the maid into the arc-shaped corridor on both sides, and after a while, he came to the door of a room, and a round jade plaque was inlaid outside the door of the room, with a few small characters written on it.

The maid pushed open the door and said respectfully: "Real person, please sit down for a while, the Linglong Conference will open on time." ”

Han Zhonglin entered the room and found that the room was not big or small, and there were two round exquisite wood carvings hanging on both sides of the room, and the wood carvings were lifelike and extremely exquisite. There is a large wooden couch by the window, and through the low panes, you can see the round table outside.

"I don't know where this Linglong Pavilion comes from, the industry can spread all over the Eastern Cultivation Domain and the Southeast Cultivation Domain. ”

Han Zhonglin sat on the comfortable wooden couch, closed his eyes and recuperated, and from time to time his divine consciousness quietly swept by, but Han Zhonglin did not care.

In the sense, the aura of the monks in the pavilion on the third floor was extremely powerful, as if they were all monks in the Jindan period. The second and third layers were all monks in the late stage of foundation building, and there were more than a dozen of them whose aura was far stronger than that of other monks, which also made Han Zhonglin fearful, and they all reached the peak realm of the foundation building period.

After waiting for half an hour, the light in the entire circular space suddenly dimmed, and then a fairy sound rose, and colorful petals fell from the sky, and the fragrance overflowed between the falls.

The fairy sound gradually rose and tactful, and seven exquisite figures gradually appeared in the rain of petals, each figure wore only a thin layer of gauze clothes, fitting the convex and graceful curves, and the occasional piece of light and white was even more reverie. Seven figures with long sleeves flying, accompanied by string music, long sleeves are sometimes like a rolling graceful, sometimes unrestrained and stretched, wonderful and self-evident.

Just when all the monks were immersed in the sleeve dance, the fairy sound stopped abruptly, the light in the circular space slowly brightened again, and the seven figures in the petal rain gradually dissipated, and there was no trace, it seemed that it was an illusion, and all the monks all had a sense of loss.

At this moment, a white shadow hovered down from the sky, and the swaying long skirt and curved waist fell on the round platform like a frightening wave.

The white shadow has cloud-like black hair, although it hides a veil, it is difficult to hide its delicate facial features, and a pair of eyes under the curved eyebrows are wandering away from Gu Pan, and the demeanor is varied.

As soon as the shadow landed on the round platform, it caused many monks who were not strong enough to scream urgently, shocking the white shadow into a celestial being.

Han Zhonglin's gaze swept over the white shadow and veiled face, and there was a hint of familiarity for no reason.

When the shadow on the round platform faintly coincided with a shadow in his mind, Han Zhonglin couldn't help but wonder in his heart at the moment:

"Could it be her?"