The golden dragon bottle has one more dragon soul to guard, and it has also directly broken through to the realm of the best spiritual weapon. It can be said that Lin Yang's trip to the demon world this time is really fruitful!

After putting away the golden dragon bottle, Xiao Hei was also like a pampered little kid, running over, hugging Lin Yang's waist, and said, "Daddy, am I doing well." I hadn't had enough of it, and the worm knelt down and begged for mercy. ”

Lin Yang touched Xiao Hei's head lovingly, and said with a smile, "Daddy still has a lot of things to do, can you go back to the ring to play with Uncle Shenlong first?" ”

"Yes. Daddy is going to find his mother for Blackie, right? Xiao Hei is the most sensible, you kiss me and I will never peek. Before Lin Yang's slap fell, Xiao Hei naughtily stuck out his tongue and slipped into the space ring.

At this time, the woman who was being chased by the candle dragon also came over beautifully, and her voice was pleasant and moving, "Xian'er, thank you for the grace of the immortal rescue." ”

"You're welcome." Lin Yang retracted his gaze with some embarrassment. This woman who resembles Yang Lele is only wearing a white veil, and there seems to be a vacuum inside. It's really crispy and rippling, and the old face of Lin Yang is a little complaining.

"That's right, fairy girl." Lin Yang secretly sighed, stabilized his mood, and asked with a smile, "You are a girl from the fox clan, do you know Yang Lele?" ”

"Yes, Xian'er belongs to the fox clan. Today, I was here to cross the catastrophe, but I didn't expect to be followed by the candle dragon and wanted to swallow my Neidan. Yang Xian'er smiled lightly, "Fortunately, Shangxian came to the rescue." However, my clan does not have such a name as Yang Lele, maybe I have been away from the fox clan for too long, and it is not necessary to have children and grandchildren called this name later. ”

"Then you are busy, I have to keep going." Lin Yang sighed slightly disappointed.

"Shangxian, Xian'er has a reluctant request." Yang Xian'er bowed with a hasty expression, looked at Lin Yang pleadingly, and said.

"Say, as long as I can do it, I will help you." Lin Yang looked at the face that looked like Yang Lele, and felt a little sad in his heart.

"Shangxian, I want to ask for a piece of the candle dragon's scales to ensure that I can survive the catastrophe smoothly." Yang Xian'er said with some uneasiness.

"Oh, the little things. I'll give you a slice. Lin Yang casually took out a piece of the candle dragon's reverse scales from the space and handed it to Yang Xian'er.

"The fairy will always remember the kindness of the immortals." Yang Xian'er bowed deeply again, took the dragon scales, and walked towards the depths of the snowy mountain, and the white figure quickly merged with the snowy mountain.

Lin Yang retracted his gaze, only to realize that his eyes seemed to have frost melting, sighed deeply, and walked towards the depths of the snowy mountain. A white arch was on the top of another snow-capped mountain, and Lin Yang stepped into it in one step.

It is an elongated passage, made of stone on both sides, and there is no end in sight. There were piles of white bones under his feet, and some good-grade magic weapons were scattered all over the ground.

As Lin Yang walked, he threw the spiritual energy above the middle grade into the space ring, and when he walked down the passage of more than 100 meters, Lin Yang actually picked up more than a dozen medium-grade spiritual weapons.

At the end of the passage is a stone door, on which there is a hideous sculpture, grinning teeth, a pair of bone spurs on the back, and a pair of strange pupils emitting a faint red light.

When Lin Yang approached, the sculpture moved, and when he opened his mouth, he spit out a bone spur and shot towards Lin Yang's eyebrows. Fortunately, Lin Yang has been on guard, and when he saw that the sculpture moved, he secretly said that it was not good, and there was an iron plate bridge on the spot, which could avoid the bone spurs of the sculpture.

"The Road to Babel, that's it. It is forbidden land, and no one is allowed to enter it. "The stiff sound of the sculpture is as unpleasant as a dead branch being trampled on.

"Forbidden land? Did you prescribe it or did someone else prescribe it? Who is the one who prescribes him? Why should I listen to him? Lin Yang asked with a sneer.

"What's the use of clever tongues, trespassers, kill." The sculpture's body was very flexible, and as soon as he bent down, he pulled out two bone spur war knives from his back, brought up two pieces of gray knife light, and slashed down towards Lin Yang.

Lin Yang was also not polite, holding the Longyuan Sword in his hand, and performing the Demon Suppression Sword Technique, which was on par with the sculpture. For a time, the sword qi in the passage was vertical and horizontal, and the qi waves were full of worship.

Lin Yang separated the sculpture's war knife with a sword, and the chaotic power of the small world ran out, and a terrifying sword qi slashed towards the sculpture.

The sculpture slammed into pieces, and the closed door slowly opened. Lin Yang picked up a round bead from the middle of the sculpture, felt the surging aura inside, and swallowed it with one mouth.

Since he learned the Devouring Skill, Lin Yang could digest any power, and eventually it would be refined into the purest chaotic power by Lin Yang of the Little Thousand World.

Unexpectedly, the inner Dan aura of this sculpture was extremely pure, and after Lin Yang devoured it, its strength rose steadily, and it actually broke through the early stage of gathering spirits in an instant.

Lin Yang was pleasantly surprised, but he also wondered, who built this Tower of Babel, and what secrets were hidden in the layers of levels?

Maybe the answer is just to come. Lin Yang stepped into the stone door again without hesitation, and when he looked at it, it seemed to be at the end of the starry sky, and a huge brass coffin was floating quietly between heaven and earth.

What is it? Lin Yang looked at the huge iron chains under his feet, and he was standing on top of them at the moment. The iron chains bypassed the coffin, intertwined with each other, and wrapped the bronze coffin tightly, as if there was some peerless killing god sealed inside.

Silence, deathly silence. One person, one coffin is so opposed in the void, I don't know if a minute has passed, or a hundred years, maybe longer.

There was a vicissitudes of sound from inside the coffin, "You, here?" ”

"Here we are." Lin Yang nodded, cold sweat slipped down his back, and even his breathing was much lighter, as if he was afraid of affecting the sound in the coffin.

"Why don't you come in and sit down?" The voice said slowly. There was a hint of calmness in his tone, as if anyone in the world should listen to him.

"Then why don't you come out and have fun?" Lin Yang asked as well. The ghost will go into the coffin to play!

"Okay." Unexpectedly, the voice inside the coffin answered so simply, and the next moment, there was a figure with long hair and a shawl in front of Lin Yang's eyes.

The moment Lin Yang saw the face of the figure clearly, all the hairs on his back stood up. It's a terrifying scene of looking in the mirror in the middle of the night, only to see yourself gradually changing inside.

This face is nine points similar to Lin Yang, his eyes are like electricity, he is wearing a cyan robe, his hands are behind his back, and he is staring at Lin Yang tightly.

"Why are you so weak?" The long-haired Lin Yang seemed to have lost interest, and his figure gradually disappeared into the air, "Go back, and come back after another five thousand years of cultivation." ”

The second sentence had already come out of the coffin again, presumably the long-haired Lin Yang had already returned to the coffin.

"I'm going to the last floor." Lin Yang did not waver in the slightest, and said with a firm expression.

"Actually, I can let you go up, but you have to do something." The voice in the coffin said slowly.

"What's the matter?" Lin Yang asked. The moment he faced the long-haired Lin Yang just now, he actually had a feeling of wanting to commit suicide, and he couldn't imagine what realm he had reached.

"Pick out your own bones and give them to me, I'll be of my own use." The voice said slowly.

"What's the difference between picking out your own bones and you letting me die?" Lin Yang asked in a cold voice.

"Yes." The voice slowly explained, "You cut the bones, I can keep you alive." And if I kill you, you will disappear from this world completely. ”

"In order not to make you feel too disadvantaged, I can give you a set of boxing techniques, I think you will be able to use them in the future." As soon as the words fell, a dark and simple book floated in front of Lin Yang's eyes, with two small ancient characters written on it: "Qiankun".

"Do you think I'll say yes?" Lin Yang sneered. But my heart has been shaken, if this weird self really wants to kill himself, he has no power to resist at all.

And after spending so much trouble, it is clear that he wants his own bones. Perhaps, removing his own bones from him is the only way to reach the last layer.

"You're actually trying to tell me that you're ready to trade with me." The voice said slowly, and at the same time, an irresistible force instantly swallowed Lin Yang into it.