For the sake of prudence, Long Lin asked Cao Hengli to also take a closer look at this seemingly ordinary pale yellow futon, Cao Hengli thought that there was no small formation hidden on the surface of the futon; I had to let the snow stain the clothes and burn them with the fire of the wood spirits.

Xue Zhanyi stomped his feet excitedly, volleyed a few meters into the air, and a mouthful of turquoise and crystal flame "rattan" rushed straight towards the futon, and the pure red flames of golden hearts quickly bloomed on the green fire vine, winding the simple and unpretentious futon into a flower trellis with three latitudes and four latitudes, ready to burn it to ashes within dozens of breaths.

I only heard the strange sound of "Bo Bo Bo", and those enchanting and fierce red flowers began to burst and disappear like blisters, as if swallowed by a futon, and even the bright bright green of the green vine began to become dim, revealing a layer of dead gray, trembling... The little face of the snow-stained clothes turned pale, and even the lips that had always been bright red turned blue, and Long Lin saw that this was wrong, and hurriedly waved the power of a palm of Xuan Ice to cut off this mutated fire vine.

The snow fell to the ground with his clothes, blood spurting from his mouth, and he was speechless.

The futon was still standing quietly on the ground, showing no signs of burning.

The crowd looked at it in amazement and awe, and for a moment no one stepped forward to touch it.

Long Lin picked up the little body covered in snow, feeling that she was hot, and her fiery spiritual power was disordered and floating, unable to control herself, presumably she was injured by the strong pull of the futon, so he swallowed two healing pills for her, and then put her into a small room made of fire spar in the small world to recover after her condition was stable.

After the snow stained his clothes with the pill, he whispered weakly: "Big Dad, that broken futon is very powerful, it will suck my fire power away... It's going to suck your Suzaku fire out of you, too..."

Long Lin had no plans, so he could only put the futon into the small world first. He himself then entered, picked up the futon and went to consult the dust to give it a try.

Bichen was very bored in the bronze mirror, and as soon as he heard about this strange thing, he immediately released himself. Although he is not a dust-dispelling deity, just a wisp of soul thought, but after cultivating for a long time in a small world with a rich aura, he can also escape the bronze mirror and condense into the figure of a young man with a handsome face, with a slightly feminine beauty, and at the hairline above the middle of his forehead, there is a single horn about two inches long, warm as jade, gradually changing from the crimson at the bottom to the milky white at the top, with a pearl-like five-color halo.

Bichen was full of interest in the futon, and after looking at it, he actually had a look of love for it.

"Lao Bi, haven't you seen a futon?" asked Long Bao impatiently, "What kind of thing do you say this is weaving?"

Bichen smiled, and said with a twinkle in his eyes, "You came to ask me, that's really the right question! This is not a futon, because it is not woven of pampas at all, but is woven with the rhino sinews of the blood-horned rhinoceros." A blood-horned god rhinoceros has only one rhino sinew. Looking at the appearance of this futon, the person who made it smoked at least 30 heads... Thirty-six or seven heads... The tendons of the blood horn god rhinoceros can weave a 'futon' of this size. ”

"Forehead, cramps..."Long Bao shrank his neck and subconsciously touched his little belly, "Where did you get so many blood horn gods?

"Yun Shuihan's kind of mount is a fart!" Bi Chen said contemptuously, "That's just a little bit of the bloodline of the Blood Horn Divine Rhino, how can a low-level demon beast be compared to the Blood Horn Divine Rhino in the ancient period? More than 10,000 years ago, in the Longyuan Continent, there were still a lot of blood-horned divine rhinos, but only immortals who had reached the Mahayana realm had the ability to hunt and tame... This futon is a thing from the Leng Lingxi era. This futon is definitely an old thing of Leng Lingxi. ”

"I'll just say my futon is a treasure!"

"Leng Lingxi?" Long Lin's eyes lit up, "Is there a way to untie this 'futon'?"

"Do you want to see what's inside?" Bichen frowned slightly and said, "But I feel that the things inside have a lot of demonic energy, and after opening it, I won't be responsible for any disasters..."

An amazing scene emerged. The futon suddenly glowed red, as if it were revealing layers of glow from the inside out, becoming more and more translucent; the futon turned gently, and the pale yellow tendons flew out obliquely from the edge of the futon, gradually growing and becoming denser, as if a round of the sun was slowly rotating, throwing out a golden red light in the heavy clouds, and was about to erupt...

This kind of "futon" that will automatically disassemble makes everyone jaw-dropping.

Long Bao was extremely envious and said, "Lao Bi, you have to pass on this technique to me when you go back!"

Bichen remained silent, and continued to tilt his head until all the rhino sinews were scattered on the ground, revealing a swarthy iron ring inside, and with a slight swing of his head, the iron ring flew leisurely towards Long Lin and landed in his hand.

This iron ring is not a round bar, but one side is round, and the other side has a thinner protrusion, as if the big iron ring is inlaid with a thinner iron ring, but there are no welding traces at all, just like the natural growth, it is integrated.

Long Bao was greatly disappointed, and after making a fuss for a long time, he and Xue Stained were both injured, just for such a cold broken iron ring. It doesn't even look like a low-grade magic weapon, and the black collar of the chrysanthemum is much stronger than it.

This iron ring is as Bichen said, and it is indeed very demonic. Long Lin has been in the secret place for a few years, and he is no stranger to the feeling of demonic energy. But other than that, I can't see that it has any other special features, and it's worth the effort and cost of a peerless master like Leng Lingxi to hide it.

Pi Chen's face was pale, and it seemed that Fang Cai's dismantling had lost a great deal of spiritual power. He retired to Long Lin, turned into a wisp of reddish smoke, and disappeared into the bronze mirror.

Long Lin looked at the iron ring repeatedly, and suddenly his mind moved, and asked Yi Dasho to find out the two keys of the Jiaotu Palace that had been combined.

Yi Dasho quickly handed over the key. Long Lin held the iron ring in his right hand, and when he took the ginkgo leaf-shaped key in his left hand, he felt a strange tremor in the palms of both hands, a kind of trembling of excitement that was so dense that he couldn't breathe... He subconsciously put the key in the middle of the iron ring, and heard a melodious sound of "ding...", the key was seamlessly embedded between the iron rings, without any sense of chisel, and could no longer be opened.

Long Lin was overjoyed: "It turns out that this is the third key of Jiaotu Palace!"

Everyone was excited. Long Bao even felt that he was a god of luck and was born to make a fortune. The most valuable thing of this Spirit Rhino Sect has been under his ass all the time, and it has been brought out by him very wisely.

Long Lin asked Yi Da Shovel to carefully take the key back to its place. He didn't forget to promise Yi Dasho something: change his name. After thinking about it for a while, he said with a smile, "Why don't you change your name to Yi Xinliu?" It means 'dancing low willow building heart moon, singing the peach blossom fan bottom wind'. The waist of the shovel is the thinnest, which fits the name. ”

Everyone praised the master's knowledge.

Yi Dasho, no, Yi Xinliu was very happy and thanked him.

Long Lin quickly fell into deep thought: How could the key to this Jiaotu Palace fall into Leng Lingxi's hands? He had always been skeptical about Leng Lingxi's calculation and "disappearance", and at this time he felt that it was very likely to be true. If Leng Lingxi hadn't been suddenly plotted, she wouldn't have thrown this thing down without giving any explanation. Just like those women in the mortal world who are determined to run away from home or elope, it is impossible for them to have no plans in advance, and they will not even take away their favorite clothes and accessories.

If she was plotted, then what was the other party's scheme? Was it for the key? If so, maybe she hadn't been killed, but she was trapped somewhere, suppressed all the time.

However, who has such power?...

Long Bao put away the big bundle of rhino tendons and handed it to Cui Rutie. This is a good thing, it can absorb the power of fire, and it is not damaged at all, and even the strong divine sense of Long Lin can be isolated, it is really obedient! If it is woven into armor such as a vest, how stylish it is to wear it on the body!

Hu Wangcai, who had been secretly paying attention to Tanglin Ruoying, came to report in a panic: "Tanglin girl... Ran away!"

Long Lin's heart tightened, but he didn't expect that she had not recovered yet, so she fled decisively. How to explain to Chen Xingmiao at this time is really hesitant. He hurriedly asked Hu Wangcai: "Where is Miss Lin Yuexi?"

"Miss Kobayashi... It seems to be gone!" replied Hu Wangcai stumblingly.

"Bastard, what do you mean it seems to be gone?" Long Lin was furious, and grabbed Hu Wangcai's front as soon as he stretched out his hand, "Go find it!"

Hu Wangcai had never seen Long Lin angry, so he was so frightened that his eyes went black, and he almost fell to the ground.