When Long Lin woke up, he was already lying on a luxurious bed in the palace of the Song Demon Sect. Long Bao couldn't wait to tell him that in order to thank him for his great contribution to protecting the country, the Flesh-Loving Demon Sect decided to canonize him as a "first-class mighty and invincible Longlin General", the same level as Wang Fa. It turned out that the great generals of their Flesh-Loving Demon Sect all had the words "mighty and invincible", and Long Bao showed him the proof: a twelve-layer silver collar and a pair of divine crystals.

Long Lin smiled and took the Divine Transformation Crystal. He didn't want to die laughing shirtless with those jingling collars. Long Bao said, "Then play with me." He put the collar on himself, it was too big, it looked funny, and he took it off and played with it on wheels... In the past three days, he didn't dare to play the "mighty and enemy-breaking golden chain double-flower fortune stick" that had caused a catastrophe, and he had been enduring all kinds of "longgo choking", and he was almost crazy! Although the party between the Flesh-loving Demon Sect and the Song Demon Sect had already begun, he still chose to accompany him, or hide by Long Lin's side.

Long Lin looked at the collars, they were not gold, silver, or iron, and they belonged to some metal, and when Long Bao was playing, Mao Juhua would be afraid to dodge. I asked a carnivorous demon soldier who was guarding it, and he said that this is called soft iron, which can be used to train demon beasts and can also be used as a weapon, but the demon has a large manpower, and likes to use bare hands in everything, and does not like to use tools very much, and over time it has become an accessory.

Long Lin's eyes lit up, and he remembered that the notes of the Rat Whisker Refiner mentioned that this rare metallic treasure was made of spiritual weapons or spiritual treasures, which were excellent for taming demon beasts. Since the Rat Whisker Refiner had never obtained Soft Gang Iron, he recorded the refining process and precautions in detail in his notes for future reference, and he also emphasized that if the blood of the Divine Dragon was dripped into the Soft Gang Iron, he could subdue the demon beasts below the eighth order, and it could be said that the Demon Realm was invincible. No wonder he was so ecstatic when he found out that Long Bao was a dragon... Long Lin snorted disdainfully, feeling that there was nothing to do left and right, and he could try to refine it.

He waved his palm and lit a fire of the Vermilion Bird, slowly melting twelve collars of various sizes into a semi-solid of silver, and in the process he also quenched it several times with a small amount of ice water. Due to his lack of experience, he carefully and tirelessly did the process of removing impurities for a long time, and then intermittently put in the crystal nuclei of the demon beasts with the five attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, and the crystal nuclei of the winged white tiger were also put into it as the main ingredient, because soft iron is also metallic and has a strengthening effect... Then he began to pinch out the tricks one after another. Long Bao and Mao Juhua were stunned when they saw that his two hands were moving quickly, as if they were carrying countless phantoms. With the movement of his fingers, the semi-solid mass of constantly changing color and flashing light swayed back and forth, conjuring up all kinds of strange shapes, and finally was pulled into a long strip, divided into four sections, and made into the simplest set of spiritual weapons: four small rings.

Long Lin let the dragon treasure with his own divine sense before the small ring was completely formed, and a drop of dragon blood was dripped into each ring, and finally it was done: four silver circles were suspended in the air, and the colorful divine halo on the ring body was uncertain, like a fairy weapon. Long Bao was overjoyed, and put them on his wrist and ankle respectively, and they could be as big as he wanted, which was very interesting and cute. He immediately forgot about his mighty and powerful enemy-breaking gold chain double-flower fortune stick, and had a lot of fun.

"Hee-hee, fun. Mao Juhua's speech has improved a lot, and her pronunciation is much clearer.

Not long after, Wang Fa and Alahan personally came over to invite Long Lin and Long Bao to participate in the carnival feast in the evening, and Long Lin agreed with a dry smile.

The banquet was not as bad as Dragon Treasure imagined, because of the addition of various dances, it looked quite fresh and interesting, and the demons did not have the rules that bound people of the Terrans, everyone was free, drinking and eating meat, but also harmonious and joyful.

Arakhan seemed to admire Long Lin and invited him to sing a song. Long Lin had never sung, so he couldn't help blushing and scratching his head. Long Bao whispered, "Give them a song full of affection..."

At the instigation and urging of the demons, Long Lin plucked up his courage and sang an old song from the earth:

"When is the bright moon?

Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know the heavenly palace,

What year is it?

I want to return with the wind,

I'm afraid of Qiong Lou Yuyu again,

It's cold in the heights..."

This tranquil song sounded very dull to the demons, and they did not understand what it meant, but Alakhan was stunned, and muttered to himself, "I don't know what year it is, Heavenly Palace?... I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace, ?... tonight" looked very melancholy.

In order to enliven the atmosphere, Wang Fa talked about the thrills of this battle and the invincibility of Long Lin, as well as the wonder of "the plan to save the stomach and save the cover". All the demons looked at Long Lin with reverence, and some even called him "Little Hero of the Protoss"... Alahan leaned over and asked Long Lin, "Can you give me an appreciation of the little hero's magic sword?"

Long Lin untied the shaking light knife, picked it up with both hands and handed it to him.

Alakhan took the light knife and held it with two fingers, as if he were holding a jade disc. Long Lin was greatly shocked, shaking the light and weighing more than 10,000 jun, even the king of the Transformation God Realm felt that he was holding on to it, but this old man wearing the Demon God yoke was so relaxed.

Darahan erected the shaking knife, stretched out his fingers and flicked it, and a complex expression of infinite reminiscence, melancholy, fear, hatred, and regret appeared on his face, "The name of the knife shakes the light and breaks the immortal god!" His silver curly head kept shaking slightly with a little nervousness, and tears actually flashed in his golden eyes, "Think about how much blood you drank in the blood of the demon gods, how many immortal paths you cut off, and how many gods you witnessed the end of the gods... Now you are so bleak, dusty and dirty, and the sword spirit is sleeping, who knows that you were a god in the past, and the glory of all generations..."

Long Lin saw him suddenly droop the light sword, closed his eyes, his brows furrowed, as if he was enduring great pain, and the shoulders and upper part of his chest in the golden robe suddenly shone red, like a projection of half a pane. All the demons looked surprised, only Wang Fa whispered beside Long Lin, "Demon God Flails!"

After a long time, Arrahan opened his eyes, and his eyes became cloudy and slightly drunk. He smiled and returned the shaking light to Long Lin, and sighed, "I'm old, my mind is confused all day long, I forgot the next sentence when I said the last sentence, and the previous things were also messed up in my mind..."

Long Lin knew that he was no longer willing to say anything, so he silently turned the knife behind his back.

During the banquet, he asked about the strange bird, Wang Fa replied, it is said that this evil bird once haunted the secret place in the secluded place, and it was a great disaster, and then the demons used stone to build houses, and it was not easy to burn, and the strange bird gradually disappeared. As for why he became one of the totems of the Blood Pool Demon Sect, he didn't know. But he promised that he could let the Song Demon Sect assist Long Lin in his search.

Wang Fa kept trying to recruit Long Lin to stay in the Flesh-Loving Demon Sect, and he was sincere, Long Lin could only embarrassingly say that he had a close relative who had been trapped by the formation for more than a hundred years, and was waiting for him to obtain the Qifang Bird Essence Blood and Yin Yang Wood to rescue, and he could not participate in the post-war reconstruction of the Flesh-Loving Demon Country, etc. Wang Fa was quite disappointed, seeing that Long Lin actually transformed the twelve collars that symbolized the identity of the first-class mighty and invincible general into four small toy-like circles and gave them to Long Bao, and understood that the other party had no intention of staying in the Flesh-Loving Demon Sect, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

When Long Lin Longbao said goodbye, the Flesh-Loving Demon Sect and the Song Demon Sect gave them a large number of high-grade and middle-grade spirit stones, about hundreds of thousands. The spirit stone is not needed in the secret place, and it is a great wealth to return to the Great Qin Kingdom, so Long Lin accepted it. There were a lot of spirit stones and blood crystals in his storage bracelet, a heart of blood heaven, and eleven jars of Baihua wine.

Since the end of World War I in the Blood Pool. Long Lin suddenly grew a little taller, and his figure looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, but his face was as childish as before. Long Bao is still the same. The dragon clan has a long life, and there is no pressure to live for tens of thousands of years, so he grows very slowly, so he can't help but be in a hurry.

Long Lin asked Long Bao, "Chrysanthemum can speak, have you ever asked her where she came from, who are her parents, and what is her original name?"

"Yes," Long Bao replied in frustration, "she can't remember anything, she can't even remember how she lost her ear, she can't remember after asking hundreds of times... Brother Lin, what's wrong with this?"

"Eh, chrysanthemum has amnesia?" Long Lin was stunned for a moment and said.