"Keng...", a strange sound wave, made Long Lin seem to see a huge golden ripple in an instant, and his divine consciousness was divided into pieces the moment the ripples opened... He was so painful that he almost lost his knife, and subconsciously wanted to cover his ears.

It's scary!

He screamed in horror.

The aftershocks buzzed and lasted for a long time, and the blue sea of flowers on the other side churned like a tsunami, emitting a strange, mournful, and low whistling, like the choking sound forcibly suppressed by thousands of people. Long Lin's coat quickly charred, collapsed and flew away, like countless black butterflies fluttering towards the sea of flowers.

Bichen's figure also shook for a while, a little blurred. He screamed in horror and said he wanted to hurry back to the small world. After all, he was just a spirit.

Long Lin put him away and changed into a suit of clothes. Although there was no one around, he was still embarrassed to be naked. It's time for Lao Cui to refine a set of personal armor for himself, he muttered to himself.

He shrunk the shield to a minimum, suspended a thin layer outside of him, and spat out the Golden Heart Purple Flame, carefully burning a circle of small round holes along the bottom of the magic horn. The flame power of the Golden Heart Purple Flame was indeed unique, and although it took a long time, it finally separated the entire demon horn from the skull and lifted it up.

Strange to say, this horn suddenly shrunk several times after leaving the body, like a golden bamboo shoot, covered with irregular milk nail-like small protrusions, forming a kind of mysterious and strange "inscription", fixed eyes, and diffuse, the refracted golden light is blinding. Heavy anomalies.

"Good thing!" Long Lin hurriedly wrapped it tightly with divine spiritual power, sealed it, and sent it into the small world.

After a while, there was the cheers of Long Bao.

The massive skeleton shrank suddenly, shrinking to a foot in length. The originally closed teeth also opened slowly and inexplicably with the change, as if uttering a silent scream, which was particularly terrifying.

Long Lin's eyebrows suddenly ached slightly, and the Tianshu Bow seemed to want to bulge outward, but when he reached out and touched it, there seemed to be nothing abnormal; Since the Tianshu Bow can be collected in the center of the eyebrows, there has never been such a strange thing, without being summoned by himself, there is a hidden meaning.

Suddenly, he saw that there seemed to be something in the mouth of the corpse, and a little weak light flashed, and he hurriedly threw out a wisp of wind spiritual power and grabbed the object into his hand.

It turned out to be a storage ring, wrapped in a black, rotten mass, the surface of which was so eroded that it was impossible to see the original color, and it was broken. When I probed it with my divine sense, it could almost be said that it was empty, only a little fragment of spirit stone that had been shattered by external forces. Judging from the breach, it is not caused by slow corrosion, but a sudden bite break. You can imagine the scene when the storage ring was bitten by the demon god, and all kinds of shattered objects inside poured out of the breach.

This storage ring is not simple, first of all, it is a storage ring with a three-dimensional space superposition, which can put nearly a hundred times more things than ordinary storage rings; I heard Su Ningxin say that only Wanqimen can refine storage rings in Fengqi Continent, and the storage rings with space superposition are difficult to refine and consume a lot, and usually only the heads of a faction can afford to use them; ordinary monks can only use storage bags, storage clothes belts and other bulky ones.

Long Lin carefully examined the storage ring and found that there was a vague word under the ring surface: Liu.

Liu, Liu Yusheng, or Liu Yudi?

He communicated with Su Ningxin in the small world and asked her if she had ever seen a storage ring of such a shape. Su Ningxin replied, no. Liu Yudi is not accustomed to carving her surname on the magic vessels she refines, at least she has never seen them, but she says that Liu Yudi will engrave her own character on the few proud works: Wenyuan.

Su Ningxin looked at the storage ring in the small world and said, "Master, I think this looks like Liu Yusheng's thing." I heard that Liu Yudi cherishes this sister very much, and she is very dedicated to refining things for her, and she has to be different; you look at this ring face, although there is more than one petal missing, you can still see that it was originally the shape of a plum blossom, this design is completely beautiful, it is both costly and loses space, it must be a girl like Liu Yusheng who will ask for such a production; Liu Yudi herself only likes to use a storage belt, which is similar to the one used by the elders of the Yin-Yang Sect who were killed by you. ”

A picture appeared in a trance in front of Long Lin's eyes, Liu Yusheng joined forces with the injured demon god and killed --- --- the more seriously injured demon god who was sneak attacked. The latter suddenly attacked before he died and bit off one of Liu Yusheng's hands... Otherwise, it would not make sense that Liu Yusheng's realm could get out of here, even if the demon god she was facing had been seriously injured and dying.

It's a pity that the Nianyun Sect has been wiped out, and there is nowhere to ask her when she has damaged a hand.

As for why Liu Yusheng was willing to take risks, the reason Long Lin could think of was that she was trying to help the demon god she loved heal. However, her memories were later erased by the Demon God, and she did not leave any relevant account in this stone-like book.

What the hell did they want to capture, and they rushed over to kill this unicorn demon with their lives?

Long Lin's heart moved, and released the purple breath from the small world, allowing her to fall directly outside.

As soon as Zi Xi appeared, she exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, it smells so good! What does this smell like? What is this place?" she inhaled heavily, her originally crimson little face flushed with excitement and intoxication.

As soon as she turned around and saw the huge skeleton, she was stunned for a moment, and she was not so afraid, she just looked at Long Lin blankly.

"Purple Breath," Long Lin said to her gently, "Although I don't know how you got to Happy Valley, I can be sure that you are not a human race, you are a demon, and the environment of the small world is not particularly suitable for your cultivation. He pointed to the corpse, "This is the skeleton of a demon god, you cultivate here and find a way to refine it." When you need me to come back and pick you up, you smash this hard. He threaded a purple magic stone with a small wisp of divine thoughts of him and Long Bao in ambergris, hung it around her neck, and then stretched out his finger to the center of her eyebrows, and lost to her a piece of exercise that he had obtained from the demon god carved on the wall of the underground palace. After his research, this exercise should be complete, and the name of the exercise is very strange, called "Buzhou Fa".

He also gave Purple Breath a storage ring with something he thought Purple Breath might need.

Zi Xi stretched out his little hand in fear and stuck it on Long Lin's spiritual power cover: "Master, don't you want me?"

"No..."Long Lin patiently repeated what he had just said, telling him some things that needed attention. I don't know if it's his delusion, he feels that Zi Xi has grown up a lot in that short period of time. She really adapted to this "poisonous miasma".

He was a little confused, not knowing what she would think of herself as a "big man" in the future after she knew the truth about her background, but he still hoped that she would grow up and have real power, not just a little girl who was invincible in street fights.

Flying away from this valley, Long Lin suddenly felt uneasy again, turned back to the high place of the valley, looked at it from a distance for a while, saw that Zi Xi was safe and sound, and began to sit and cultivate beside the corpse of the demon god, and then he really left.

His internal injuries were not complete, and under the consumption in the Poison Miasma Valley, he actually felt a rare fatigue, so he bathed in the moonlight on the top of a high mountain pine forest, held two Guiyi stones in his hand, and began to practice pranayama.

Suddenly, his eyebrows ached, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the back of a young girl appeared not far in front of him, and he didn't notice how she appeared at all, and he couldn't help but be startled.

This girl was dressed in green clothes, sitting quietly on the top of a pine tree, her hair combed in a bun, she looked as if she had just passed the age of opening the pipe, and her figure was extremely slender, but she did not look weak, but there was an unspeakable murderous aura, and she was still quiet.

"Girl—" Long Lin whispered uneasily.

The girl turned her face, and Long Lin was surprised to find that she had an indescribably beautiful little face, with a thin jaw, a slight nervous feeling, a face full of tears, a pair of large, long eyes full of tears, shining a desolate and fierce silver light under the moon.

If this face is not pleasing in the mortal world, because there is less blessing.

Long Lin had never seen anyone with such cold and ruthless tears, and when people looked at each other, it was as if their entire soul had fallen into an ice cave. Her left and right buns are tied with a strange hair ring, like two young peach branches around her, with fresh green leaves and small peach blossoms. The fourth on the left and the fourth on the right are shining like dew drops in the moonlight.

Long Lin's heart shook violently, and he asked in surprise: "Are you... Is Zhen Ning'er, the instrument spirit of the Tianshu Bow?" He heard Ji Xuanying say this name, and he never forgot it, "You... Woke up?"

Hearing Long Lin say her name, she seemed stunned for a moment, and her eyes were filled with confusion, as if she was struggling to think about something.

This confused color was quickly covered by cold anger, and she shouted: "Bold! Zhen Ning'er, can you shout the three words?" Her appearance is undoubtedly a girl, but her voice has an indescribable sense of vicissitudes, perhaps because she has not spoken for tens of thousands of years or even longer, and the sound quality is a little astringent.