As soon as Mao Juhua entered Longbao's cave, she swished, seized Longbao's futon, and fell asleep, but she didn't recognize the bed at all. Long Bao said in surprise: "Hey, Mao Chrysanthemum can still snore, just like people!"

Long Lin spent three days perusing the various martial arts in his mind, and finally chose "Song of the Wind". This exercise is a combination of rigidity and softness, and it has the ability to break mountains and seas after completion, but no one has practiced it in the Lingxi Sect for more than 10,000 years, the main reason is that it consumes extremely spiritual power. The Lingxi Sect's founding exercises pay attention to small maneuvers, unpredictable spirits, and are good at discovering the opponent's mistakes, which is completely different from the grand and cost-free exercises of Feng Ya Song;

But this is not an obstacle for Long Lin, he only feels that the meridians of his body are surging with an inexhaustible and endless energy, if he does not drain and dredge, he will one day split and die. After he practiced for a month, there was a faint wind and thunder in the palm wind, and the dragon roared in the ocean, and the suffocating palm wind of the cold and heat made Long Bao unable to sleep peacefully, so he simply gave him as a sparring partner. Long Bao is not a good teacher, but he is an excellent sparring partner, extremely strong and agile, and can be said to be impeccable. When they fought, Mao Chrysanthemum screamed excitedly, her daisy-like eyes glowing with golden light, and the skein-like black collar around her neck was also beating loudly. When the fight was raging, it would also fight, and the pair of freshly cast claws clawed at the blue-black stone walls one by one, and the soldiers collided, and Long Bao had to stop the mad cat.

Soon they had to leave the Lingxi Sect and find a wilderness where there was no one to practice, mainly because Long Lin's practice was too dynamic and powerful, if they continued to study in the Yanbing Peak where the Longbao Cave Mansion was located, it would knock Li Yong's alchemy furnace overturned.

The place that Long Bao chose for Long Lin was at the foot of Luoxia Mountain, not far from the Lingxi Sect, there was no aura in that place, and no monk was willing to stay, so it was very secluded, and Long Lin could let go of his hands and feet to practice.

One day, Long Lin finally had a fight with Long Bao, and laughed after closing the momentum, and he was extremely happy. Suddenly, the top of the head was dark, the stars and the moon were all lost, as if swallowed by some super demon beast, the strange wind rumbled, mixed with the sonorous sound of the magic weapon and the roar and miserable cry of the explosion of the sea of qi, a few wisps of flowing gold tore through the black clouds, boomed several times, and blew a mountain to pieces, breaking wood and cracking rocks, earth and stones, and rushing straight towards a person, a dragon and a cat.

"Well, it's not good, someone is fighting on it, it's still very powerful, we can't fight, hide quickly!" Long Bao stuffed a Li Yong's Breath Pill into his and Long Lin's mouths, pulled Long Lin, hugged Mao Chrysanthemum and hid behind a rock, the artemisia grass around the rock was thick, growing as tall as a spear, covering their small bodies.

As soon as they took refuge, they heard several loud noises that shook their ears. Long Lin looked out from the crack in the artemisia grass, and saw a white-clothed masked woman covered in blood, falling to the ground, her right arm had been lost, her left hand was holding a sword, and her left elbow was propped up on the ground. Almost at the same time, a black-clothed masked man landed dozens of meters opposite her, holding a vajra, full of murderous aura and chilling.

Long Lin suddenly felt that the aura of the man in black was very familiar, which reminded him of the group of people who chased and killed him, who were also such featureless black clothes, and also had such an aura... His heart thumped and he was in a hurry to calm down.

The man was very alert, and his consciousness immediately swept over. But he didn't notice anything abnormal, he only felt that there were low-level spirit beasts, most of them bristle spirit rats and the like. Feeling that there would be no ambush around, he relaxed, and said to the woman in white with a sneer: "The Holy Lotus Sect's Lin Saintess is really extraordinary, my Daci Pavilion's business is really a loss, and I have lost five foundations and three yuan babies!"

Long Lin had heard Long Bao say that Daci Pavilion was the most mysterious sect in the Longyuan Continent, and it was actually an assassination organization. It is said that as long as they take on the assassination mission, if they do not complete it, it will be very costly. As for why this cold-blooded organization is called "Great Mercy", no one can explain clearly, there is a saying that Qu Yongsheng, the founder of the Great Mercy Pavilion, believes that "Little Mercy is a thief of Great Mercy", and there is no one in the world who cannot be killed, because the creation of the cultivator who seizes the heavens and the earth is all worthy of death... This kind of reactionary thinking surprised Long Lin.

The woman in white nodded and whispered, "It turned out to be the Dharma Protector of Daci Pavilion Yu Nanyu." ”

Yu Nan snorted coldly and did not deny it. In the early days of his transformation, he led eight killers to surround and kill this seemingly weak woman, although he seriously injured her, he was the only one left on his side, and he was also injured, it was really shameless, and more importantly, this job was too rough, and the prior assessment was not sufficient. He slowly condensed his spiritual power, lifted the vajra, and suddenly felt a pain in the sea of qi, as if he had been pierced by a poisonous needle, and when he looked at it secretly, there was a transparent and bright ice needle floating in the sea of qi, and the cold glow was like a substance, constantly growing, trying to pierce his sea of qi..."Holy Rui Ice Needle!" The man in black shouted loudly, and then laughed fiercely, "Zhuo Wenjun is really eccentric, he actually passed on all the mastery of the Holy Lotus Sect to you!" He secretly lucked, and planned to use the power of fire to wrap the ice needle first, and then return to the sect to refine after the other party was fruitful.

"You're wrong," the woman in white who fell to the ground slowly straightened up, "This is not the Holy Rui Ice Needle, this is the God Destroying Needle! Those who are hit by this needle, even if they are at the peak of the God Transformation Realm, if they dare to use their spiritual power, they will definitely burst into the sea of qi and die! If you don't believe it, you can try." Her voice remained soft and calm. Long Lin watched her slender and slender back in the gap of the artemisia grass, her long black and thick hair was tied behind her by a silver ribbon, fluttering in the wind like a cloud, imagining that she must be very beautiful, not inferior to Yi Ruying.

The man in black was silent for a moment, and his face returned to normal, "You will die today, and you will not be able to get any needles... Aren't you curious, who spent 100,000 high-grade spirit stones to buy your life until you die?"

"You don't have to ask," the woman in white chuckled, "I have also heard a little about the rules of your Great Ci Pavilion, and you won't say anything if you ask." Anyway, when you die, I'll search your soul. ”

The black-clothed man's face changed color, but as soon as he took a breath, he understood that this was the other party's intention to provoke him, hundreds of years of life licking blood from the knife edge made his heart extremely determined, and he was extremely experienced in combat, and immediately realized that if he didn't fight quickly, the corpse lying on the ground was likely to be him.

He nodded slowly and said, "You won't have a chance to search my soul, but it's a pity, the Lord of Tomorrow of the Holy Lotus Sect died at my hands, and a generation of beautiful women has died since then, and his soul is gone..." Extinguish!"

The woman in white suddenly flashed, and suddenly drifted back to the rock where the dragon was in the dragon's treasure, and her whole body suddenly became white, as if covered with a layer of pure moonlight, the vast soup soup, holy and incomparable, was hit by the sharp golden flame, although it shrunk a circle, but it was not broken. The woman in the white light waved her left arm, and a fierce lotus petal-shaped silver light broke through the golden flame ring, and slashed straight towards the man in black, the man in black was shocked, thinking that she was just deliberately showing weakness and not serious injury, and when the soul was scattered, she heard a young child's voice shouting "help her", a fierce palm wind with a faint dragon groan, hit his right arm hard, and the bones shattered, and the rigidity suddenly turned soft, wrapping his whole person forward, and almost pounced on the vajra, "Zhongfu!" He hurriedly retreated for dozens of miles, before he could stand firmly, the golden light above his head burst out, and a divine dragon of more than ten feet roared and flew around, the sand and rocks were all over the sky, the torrential rain was like a note, and the trees were held hostage by lightning and surged towards him like a demon. At the end of the so-called strong crossbow, he couldn't penetrate Lu Min, he was powerless to resist, and suddenly his face was cold, and a silver arc of light split him in half!

Lotus will slash!

"Yay!" A handsome boy ran out of the rock laughing and cheering, a strangely shaped one-eared cat squatted on his shoulder and screamed, a golden dragon hovered and landed, turning into a five or six-year-old grinning little boy, all this was too weird... The woman in white thought.

She couldn't support it anymore and threw herself to the ground.

Long Lin Long Bao ran towards her, carefully turning her body upside down, leaving her flat on the ground. She looked terrible, she lost an arm, half of her ribs were broken, her left shoulder was stabbed, and her skin and flesh were rolled.

Long Lin remembered the appearance of his adoptive mother Yu Ruolan before she fell, and felt sad in his heart.

The woman opened her eyes and slowly removed the white veil covering her face, revealing an extremely young and thin snow-white melon seed face, with eyebrows and phoenix eyes, Qiong nose and sandal, looking completely different from Yi Ruying, but it was difficult to distinguish between them; The woman's voice said weakly: "I am Lin Ruowan of the Holy Lotus Sect, please ask the two junior disciples to tell my master Xu Wuhua that the Stygian Clan has colluded with the sect to rebel and has a big plan..."

"Who is that rebel?" asked Long Bao.

"I don't know. Lin Ruowan replied gloomily.

"Did Yi Ruying let Daci Pavilion kill you?" Long Lin was deeply impressed by the "eccentric eyes" and "100,000 high-grade spirit stones" that the man in black said.

"Although my sister has a resolute personality, she is by no means a vicious person... No, it won't. ”

"Cut, she's not vicious!" Long Bao remembered Yi Ruying's fierce slap deeply, and he comforted Lin Ruowan, "Sister fairy, don't worry, we are from the Lingxi Sect, we will take you back to the sect, and Li Yong will definitely save you." ”

Lin Ruowan smiled slightly and said, "No need." My soul platform has been shattered, if I don't disperse my work, leaving a petal of my soul into reincarnation, I will completely fall. ”

She shook her left arm and let a turquoise storage bracelet float up and land on Long Lin's wrist, then slowly sat up, lowered her head and whispered: "When you come, you don't have a name to go to time and space, and there is no certificate and no end."

Returning to the high Bodhi moon, the heart is in a dream of lotus flowers. ”

Long Lin Long Bao was horrified to see that her whole body melted into a white light, like fog and smoke, but it did not spread, but disappeared inward; Lin Ruowan's whole person was like a white thousand-petal cherry blossom in the wind and rain, floating away one by one, and after dozens of breaths, it was scattered without a trace. Only then did Long Lin realize that she had just recited the poem of Sangong, and thought that the thousand-year-old penance would be dissipated once it was gone, like a spring dream without a trace, and she sighed in her heart.