Chapter 13 The name of the sword shakes the light and breaks the immortal god

The shaker cannot be shrunk, cannot be placed in the storage bracelet, and can only be carried behind the back. The bulky woodcutter didn't match Long Lin's thin and handsome figure, but he didn't mind. His cultivation of the wind is to vaporize the wind and control all things, and it is extremely powerful, if the blade is too light, it is easy to be strangled, and it will not have the desired killing effect at all. And the weight of this shaking knife is definitely enough, although it looks a little ugly.

Back to Long Bao's house, he tried the knife, and with a shake of the knife, he split the bluestone bed where he was meditating, the knife marks were smooth and straight, as if natural, Long Lin was overjoyed: "I found the treasure!" He took out the book of "Breaking the Army" from his arms, and knocked each other with the shaking knife, and there was a ding, no response, and no knife marks were left. Long Bao said anxiously: "Don't cut the baby that Yun Shuixi gave you into two pieces..."

"Try it. "Long Lin decided to take a risk. Because of his previous attempts to bake and soak, soak in water, and smash stones, he felt that the book was not so easily damaged.

He put the "Breaking Army" on the stone bed, transported the "mountain splitting style" in the Song of the Wind and slashed it hard!

"Mom..."

"Meow!"

Long Bao and Mao Chrysanthemum screamed in unison, Long Bao covered his eyes, and Mao Chrysanthemum wittily hid behind him and bit his back placket.

While!

Nothing happened. The shaking knife still looks lifeless, and the "Broken Army" does not even leave a scratch.

"Ah, it's so hard!" Long Bao exclaimed.

Long Lin shook his head, picked up the book and looked at it for a while, suddenly, the book cover flashed with a dark golden light, the blue cover and the three black characters of "Breaking the Army" were gone, and three lines of bronze characters suddenly jumped out in a three-dimensional shape:

"Shake the light, break the name of the military star!

Heaven and earth creation chaos is indistinguishable, if there is no break, there is no standing, and if it is broken, it will stand up!

If the army is broken, the spirit will be confined, and if the light is shaken, it will be extinct!"

Although there are only three lines of words, the momentum released is like the arrival of millions of ancient divine soldiers, and the armor is shining brightly, swallowing the galaxy!

"It's so domineering!" Long Lin exclaimed.

These three lines flashed and quickly disappeared without a trace. "Breaking the Army" will still revert to a book-shaped object that cannot turn pages and has an unknown material.

"Try another slash. Long Bao suggested.

After Long Lin slashed several times with all his strength, there was no change in this "book".

"I've tried it with your blood, do you want to let Chrysanthemum's blood try?"

"Meow!" Mao Chrysanthemum screamed and fled.

Long Lin's research on "breaking the army" had to come to an end for the time being.

One day, Long Bao came back to Long Lin with a shocked face and said, "Xu Wuhua of the Holy Lotus Sect is here!

Xu Wuhua is Lin Ruowan's master, and she is the proud disciple of Zhuo Wenjun, the current saint in charge, and is very valued; It is not difficult to imagine how hard Lin Ruowan's fall hit her.

Long Lin Long Bao and Mao Juhua went to the meeting hall of the Lingxi Sect Master Peak Baoding Peak Yijian Building with anxiety, and saw Li Yong and Zhong Buli both sitting with complicated faces, and sitting opposite a woman in her forties, with a thin figure, described as withered, wearing a gray-purple robe, and twisting a string of lotus-shaped prayer beads with a heavy heart, presumably Xu Wuhua. Behind her stood two young women, one was a girl with a pale yellow dress, with a pair of double snails, a pair of passionflower-shaped golden rings of hair, bright eyes and bright teeth, and a clever smile; Her face was gloomy and she looked rather grieved.

"What about the fork," Long Bao muttered in his heart, he didn't believe that Lin Ruowan's murderer could have anyone other than Yi Ruying. After Lin Ruowan's death, the tallest of the dwarfs was raised, and it was her turn to be the next to take charge of the throne of the Holy Maiden. She clearly benefited the most.

Zhong Buli kindly introduced Xu Wuhua and Yi Ruying to Longlin Longbao, the girl with drooping hair is called Zhen Ruoya, and she is also a disciple of Xu Wuhua, who is only sixteen years old and has built the foundation for the fifth period, she is a famous teacher and a high apprentice, and she is also a genius girl of the Holy Lotus Sect... Zhong Buli complimented him unhurriedly, and used a lot of beautiful words, especially the warm praise of Yi Ruying, which made the other party's pretty face tense show a smile.

Xu Wuhua interrupted her singing with an expressionless face, signaling her to get to the point. Zhong Buli was a little embarrassed and said to Long Lin: "Lin'er, Senior Xu learned the bad news of Lin Shengnu, and used a drop of natal essence blood to deduce the situation of the hour before her fall, and learned that she finally appeared at the foot of Luoxia Mountain near our sect;

Although Long Lin was surprised by Xu Wuhua's ability, he was not panicked, and recounted what he saw and heard, especially Lin Ruowan's last words, and deliberately repeated it, but omitted the part where he and Long Bao helped each other, so as not to cause much trouble.

"Daci Pavilion!" Xu Wuhua shouted violently, looking extremely shocked. She has a haggard face, thin eyebrows and tall eyebrows, a pair of small triangular eyes that are full of fierce light, hatred and flames, and she looks very terrifying.

Long Lin took off the storage bracelet and handed it to Xu Wuhua. Xu Wuhua took the jasper bracelet and stroked it gently, without saying a word, obviously probing with his divine sense. Everyone in the hall held their breath, even the chrysanthemum was silent, lying motionless in Long Bao's arms.

After a long and unbearable silence, Xu Wuhua finally asked: "You said that Wan'er died of her work, do you remember how she did it?"

"Yes. Long Lin nodded, and Mansheng read:

"When you come, you go to time and space without a name,

There is no certificate and no end.

Return to the high hanging Bodhi month,

The heart is in a dream of lotus flowers. ”

Xu Wuhua no longer doubted that if Long Lin took advantage of Lin Ruowan's serious injuries to kill people and seize the treasure, there would be no part where Lin Ruohuan died peacefully. She nodded blankly, took Lin Ruowan's Ice Heart Sword out of the storage bracelet, only to see that the sword body was damaged in many places, and the spirit of the weapon was dead.

Zhen Ruoyan and Yi Ruying behind her also wept and whimpered. Yi Ruying and Lin Ruowan have never been on good terms, and losing Lin Ruohuan, the number one strong enemy in the sect, is more joyful than sad for her; As soon as Xu Wuhua cried, she naturally had to actively participate in the play, crying doubly painfully.

For a moment, there was a loud wail in the hall.

Zhong Buli got up to comfort him, and his words were appropriate, and Xu Wuhua and the three of them stopped crying. She knew very well that Xu Wuhua was most concerned about who the murderer was, so she deliberately emphasized the "100,000 high-grade spirit stones" and said, "This amount is really not small, and there will not be many people who can get it; although my sect is quite rich, but last time the sect master accidentally refined the Nine Turns Spirit Pill of the Holy Maiden, he compensated 100,000 high-grade spirit stones;

A chill rose from Yi Ruying's back. Xu Wuhua's small triangular eyes had already turned to her.

She has more than 100,000 high-grade spirit stones, but they are all used for healing. It's just that apart from Master Zheng Wuyu, there is no one else who can prove this... She choked for a moment, and couldn't wait to slap the sinister fox spirit on the other side to death, and couldn't help but hold back her anger and said, "The 100,000 spirit stones were given to me by Yun Shuihan's seniors, and they have nothing to do with your faction, right?

"There is no such thing!" Li Yong said without changing his face, "My Lingxi Sect is also a righteous sect, how can I do such a shameless act?" Long Lin Long Bao secretly praised his excellent acting skills.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones are indeed from my sect, it's just that Tuoyun Shuihan's predecessors said a favor. Yi Shengnu, please take a look at the storage ring where the spirit stone is stored, can there be the word Yijian at the bottom of the ring?"

Yi Ruying had to take out the storage ring, and sure enough, there was the word "Yijian", and there was a panic in her heart.

Xu Wuhua unexpectedly didn't continue to ask, but just returned the jasper storage bracelet to Long Lin, put away the Ice Heart Sword, and said lightly: "Ask Senior Sister Yun how she is okay, the head of the sect, Zhuo Shengnu, is very concerned about her!" She obviously didn't care about the whereabouts of the Ice Spirit Lotus Stamen at all.

Then he got up and took his leave. Walked to the door, waved out a cyan lotus platform, slowly rotated, and gradually turned into a five-meter-wide blue lotus, the lotus canopy is as big as a tabletop, and there are five-colored lotus seeds the size of a baby's skull in the middle, and the holy light is melting. The three of them stepped on the lotus platform, and after a burst of lotus fragrance, they disappeared after a while.

"What a beautiful flying spirit weapon. Long Lin was envious.

"Is Yi Ruying dead?" asked Long Lin.

"Not necessarily. Zhong Buli said behind them. She looked happy, and she didn't seem to remember the fact that Long Lin had beaten her five disciples not long ago.

Li Yong looked into the distance, smiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

Long Bao pounced on him, hugged his arm and shouted, "Old Ancestor, give me a Yunling Pill to eat!"

"You little gluttonous cat!" Li Yong seemed to be in a good mood, hugged Long Bao and kissed him, "I heard that you have made a fortune selling poems recently?.Hey, where are your horns?"