This is a box about six inches long and three inches high, smooth and clean, is a pure and incomparably green color, without a single flaw crack, and there is no common cotton tendon in jade, as if condensed in the vitality of thousands of spring March, which is refreshing and refreshing;

Long Lin carefully checked it, very lightly. The seal on it seemed to have been repeated many times, but it was not very grand, it seemed to be just to isolate the humidity and air, and with a light flick, it was torn open.

The box slowly opened, and everyone held their breath, secretly on guard, not knowing what would pop out of it.

"It won't be... Ahem, an immortal artifact, right?" said Long Bao expectantly. This time his Great Light Whip was completely destroyed, which made him very angry and regretful.

To everyone's surprise, a small embroidered shoe lay quietly in the box. Other than that, there is nothing.

The style of these shoes is ancient, and it has long been invisible in the Longyuan Continent. There is no spiritual power on the shoes, there is no formation, it is an ordinary lake-colored satin women's shoes, crested and tailed, a pair of magnolia flowers embroidered on the toe, the embroidery is excellent, the silk thread may have been silvery-white, but it has turned yellow, and the azure piping of the gang can still see slight traces of wear.

"A broken shoe?" Long Bao was extremely disappointed, coughing and asking, "Is it his wife or... Ahem, what's his mother?"

No one answered, because no one knew.

"I'm afraid these shoes are thousands of years old, right? This box can be embalmed?" asked Hu Wangcai.

Su Ningxin interjected: "I have seen this style of shoes, this is the oldest women's shoes in the Great Jin Dynasty, with a thousand-layer cloth bottom; There is a statue of a fairy in the imperial city of the Great Jin Dynasty, and she wears this kind of crested shoes. It is said that she ascended seven thousand years ago..."

Before she could finish speaking, the embroidered shoe changed color in Long Lin's palm, turning from a clear and elegant lake color to a dull and decayed dry yellow.

Despite the aura of the small world, it quickly weathered and turned into a small pile of ash.

Time has a great power.

Although it was carefully preserved for thousands of years, it was annihilated in an instant, returning to its years.

Cao Hengli said disdainfully: "People who cultivate the truth are still attached to this kind of mortal worldly things, and they are in the way, which is really incorrigible!"

Su Ningxin was very touched, and said with some fascination: "He must love her very much, so he will always keep her shoes..."

Kunlun Nu also nodded frequently and sighed sadly.

Long Bao couldn't stand this kind of topic of love and love, Bai was happy, and felt that he was simply played by the evil dead old man, and couldn't help but be angry: "Stop me... cough cough cough... Lao Cui, are there any other treasures?"

Bichen didn't know when he came closer to see the excitement, and when he saw this box, he was surprised and said, "How can there be such a thing here?"

Long Lin asked, "What is this?"

Bichen took it and stroked it, looking quite emotional: "This is a thing of the divine realm, called Infinite Blue, a kind of wood-based jade produced in Jupiterium, made into utensils to preserve the vitality of spiritual objects, invincible and incorruptible; It is also a treasure in the divine realm... However, it is said that the wood god Tang Yongyan is very cherished, and only gives a small amount of tribute to the Ziwei Star Emperor every year, and it is difficult for other star lords to get a star and a half from him... I didn't expect to see such a large piece in such a wild continent. ”

"Treasure of the Divine Realm!" Long Bao turned his anger into joy, "Why didn't anyone grab it?"

Bichen smiled and said: "The wood god Tang Yongyan is also a first-level star master, not to mention that the material used in the bow body of the god realm's standard weapon without falling bow-Da Araki - is produced from the Jupitsun, who dares to provoke him!"

"I see. Long Lin said.

Although there were still a lot of bits and pieces, Long Lin didn't allow Long Bao to look at it anymore, and urged him to eat a snow pole dragon ginseng.

A thin layer of frost soon appeared on Long Bao's little face, and he fell asleep. Long Lin sat beside him to breathe and mutter, "How is the chrysanthemum?"

He hadn't received any message from Mao Chrysanthemum, and Long Lin also had a certain sense of unease.

Kunlun Nu can already pick up the demon slaying knife and pull the Luoxia Bow. His cultivation speed can be described as a thousand miles a day, even Cao Hengli felt a little terrifying, and Hu Wangcai also faintly felt that this barbarian would soon have the strength to slaughter himself with a knife.

Because Longlin and Longbao were all injured, Yi Xinliu arranged for tens of thousands of ant demons to show their true colors and probe and wait in all directions outside the small world.

Long Lin found that the frost on Long Bao's face disappeared after not covering it for long, and the green leaves on the "tattoo" of the "Ten Thousand Things" wreath on his wrist suddenly began to wake up, gradually brightening, and gradually bearing white buds, the buds were glowing with a hazy shimmer as holy as the moon, and the aura emitted was quite similar to the light in Kunlun Nu's body.

Long Lin's heart moved, trying to probe the condition of Long Bao's body, and found that his injuries were healing in a very strange way, and the wisps of light were like spring breeze and rain, moistening the broken tree stumps, allowing vitality to sprout, and naturally prompting new sprouts of flowers and leaves. During this time, the breath of the floater's snow dragon-shaped ginseng repaired the broken blood vessels bit by bit, making the blood condense and move slowly. This situation is like a plum scene in early spring, the thin snow drifts in the shadows and the dark fragrance is all over the field, the spring rises and the cold settles, the yin and yang between heaven and earth meet, the cold and warm are combined, and all things are born.

"This is the divine power of the divine clothes and all things?" Long Lin thought happily, only then did he put his mind at ease, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for Yun Shuixi's generous gift, and the scene of her suicide seemed to appear in front of her again, and she was sad.

He didn't use up another Snow Dragon-shaped ginseng, but handed it to Yi Xinliu to temporarily put it in the Infinite Jasper Box for preservation. When the crowd had dispersed and his surroundings were clear, he began to meditate in meditation carefully. The world inside him was shattered, full of cracked cliffs, twisted and torn canyons, mountains collapsing into large rivers, causing widespread congestion, crimson rivers diverted and flowing, and under the ubiquitous light of the planet, there was a faint golden glow... It was his blood, and every drop was filled with mysterious power that no one could understand, like the primeval and the newborn.

He carried the Heavenly Punishment Technique, and the divine spirit power in his body was like a heavy armored army, almost with the momentum of moving mountains and draining the sea, and began to break through the congestion and blockage of the wounds. Ordinary cultivators would never choose such a violent way of "healing", just like treating a fired porcelain, if there is a wound, it can only be carefully repaired, and it cannot be smashed and restarted. But the world in Long Lin's body has been broken countless times and reorganized countless times, and the vicissitudes of life, the change of things and the change of stars may be in an instant... The extreme, seemingly never-ending pain cascaded on top of each other, like the tide of the sea and the blade of the wind, reaching almost every end of the hair, was not unbearable or strange to him.

Yi Xinliu saw that his ears, nose, and even his eyes were faintly smoky, and the breath of this smoke and dust made her, Hu Wangcai and other demon beasts feel terrified, and they didn't dare to approach. The surface of his skin is not red, but it feels like a meteorite with boiling magma inside, ready to burst at any moment, and the terrifying power it contains can blast the small world into ashes...

As more and more smoke and dust poured out of Long Lin's seven orifices, in Yi Xinliu and the others' vision, his whole person seemed to be expanding, becoming larger and deformed, losing his normal human form, as if even the outline was not clear... Cui Rutie and the others were also alarmed, and ran out of the refining room, seeing this scene, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and they were so shocked that they couldn't say a word.

Only in Zi Xiu's eyes, Long Lin's body did not become larger and out of shape, but because it was shrouded in a circle of aura that was constantly overflowing and expanding, this "aura" was like substance, extremely dense and uniform, glass-like crystalline, refracting, magnifying, and blurring his body form.

All the plants and trees in the small world curled strangely, some ripe fruits on the trees rained down, and all kinds of strange fragrances flickered and flickered, as if they were oppressed and manipulated by some powerful and subtle qi machine.

Boom!

There was a loud, dull noise, like a god beating a drum on the top of a mountain.

The thick layer of "glass" that wrapped around the dragon's body shattered, shattered into countless broken crystals that could not be argued with the naked eye, and a thick sea of clouds surged up on the flat ground, enveloping his body entirely;

"Brother Lin!" Long Bao was awakened and screamed in fright.