In the next ninety years, Lin Xin has also been consolidating and digesting these memory fragments, and he doesn't dare to do it at will.

That is, through the demon runes paid tribute by the primeval demon clan, to strengthen themselves.

Or go to the Outlands and use a large area to slaughter Outland creatures, especially those monsters with low IQ but extremely large essence blood, to absorb the power of the Transformation Lord and strengthen themselves.

However, in these ninety years, in the next ten years, he no longer dared to absorb the power of any lord, but instead ordered all soul contract creatures to cultivate and rest, and not to do anything indiscriminately unless necessary.

This is also the key to the fact that he has been quiet for so many years.

The pain of each night had become almost accustomed. Except for a slight change in personality, everything else is normal.

And the biggest advantage of recuperation is that he has completely mastered the power of the entire Yuan Dou Demon Sect.

The four true monarchs, the remaining dozen elders, and thousands of Dao monks, such a huge strength was distributed in the huge area under the control of the entire Yuan Dou Demon Sect.

Dominate the forces of the four major regions of Central, Western, Northern, and Eastern Provinces.

Over the years, he has successively found several primeval demon clans, and together with the part controlled by the Demon Sect, when combined, there are more than two hundred attribute points in the account every year.

In the past 90 years, in addition to the added attributes, he has also accumulated more than 18,000 terror points one after another.

But he didn't dare to add any more of these attributes.

It's just that they all remain in the free attribute and don't dare to move anymore.

Not for any other reason, but because he vaguely felt that the whole world seemed to be rejecting him more and more.

After increasing all his stats to 5,000 points, he felt that everything around him had changed inexplicably.

The world is no longer a simple world, in his eyes, it is like a free game composed of countless pixels of miserable pictures.

He looked up at the inner wall of the forbidden palace.

Blurry, rough, between bricks, between runes, the gaps are so big that they can run ants.

He felt like he was living in a modest house made of foam scraps.

Even the exhalation had to be careful, for fear that if one was not careful, the breath would be used a little too much and the palace would be destroyed.

And this is already the strongest rune Dao array he can arrange.

It was only now that he truly realized the cruelty of the fragile world in the natural supernatural powers.

Except for Brother Jindan, there was no longer a monk who could look at him directly.

Because of Jin Dan, if you look at his face too much, you will be devoured and vomit blood. It's a normal reaction that even normal conversation is no longer qualified.

Because of their brain and divine sense, they could no longer directly contact the huge aura displayed by Lin Xin's own existence.

The trajectory fluctuations that naturally emanated from his side were too large for ordinary people's brains to bear.

"I finally have some understanding, what is the reason for what the Red Ridge Sect Master is pursuing"

Lin Xinduan sat on the throne of the sect master.

The average attribute of 5,000 points is much stronger than that of the first battle of Funiu Peak.

Back then, he only broke through 4,000 points of destruction and defense, and then stepped into the realm of the world's static.

And now with an average of 5,000 points, the constitution and dodge have followed.

He was already faintly unable to control the volume of his body.

The original height of 1.89 meters has increased and increased over the decades, and now, it is more than 4 meters tall.

This is still the normal state, when there is no condensation of the Holy Sacrament.

Yuan Dou Demon Gong Ninth Layer, he has not started to be promoted for a long time, but he has a feeling, it seems that once he steps into the ninth layer, the whole person will undergo earth-shaking changes. He may even be forced to leave this world at any time.

Achieving the body of the primeval demon god is not so easy to achieve

While he was meditating, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the palace.

Those who can come here are at least at the Jindan level, so naturally they will not easily show their sounds, and at this time, they can hear obvious footsteps, obviously out of respect for the owner of this place.

The footsteps slowly walked to the depths of the Demon Palace, close to Lin Xin's position, and the figure of the person was illuminated by the red demon flames on both sides.

It is a white chain.

She was on crutches, her face was wrinkled, she was already drooping, but her eyes were still shining, showing no signs of decay.

"Sect Master, have you reached this realm?"

She looked at Lin Xin's huge body with complicated eyes, and seemed to be a little distracted for a while.

"Looks like you know this level too. Lin Xin spoke, his voice was very soft, but the sound waves shook the entire ground as if it were shaking. Even though he had already used his weakest strength, it still made the structure of the entire Primordial Demon Palace a little unbearable.

"Ever since I stepped into this realm thirty years ago, I have never dared to act rashly. ”

The white lock came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

"There must be a solution, otherwise, with Huang Yuerong's strength and Yuan Daxia's strength, how can he move around at will?"

"I naturally understand, but I can't find it for the time being. Lin Xin nodded slightly, "Besides, Tianyun Dao Venerable is also like me, I don't dare to do it easily, otherwise I may break through the boundary and leave if I am not careful." ”

Lin Xin sighed.

"Now, I can only walk the realm as an incarnation. ”

"Forget it, don't talk about this, I believe that the sect master will be able to realize the solution sooner or later. Bai Suozi said, "The old man is here to borrow something from the sect master." ”

"Oh?"

Lin Xin raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What's that?"

White Lock paused for his crutches.

"Sheyunding. ”

Lin Xin squinted and groaned.

Raising his hand slightly, the void in front of him twisted, forming a transparent whirlpool, and a slender middle-aged man slowly walked out of the middle of the whirlpool.

The man has an elegant appearance, an extraordinary temperament, and a faint bookish atmosphere, and seems to be just an ordinary teacher.

"The spirit of the Sheyun Ding is immortal, and it was suppressed by me at the bottom of the Yunxiu River. The man raised his hand and struck a little light and fell into the white lock's hand.

"Uncle Shi can go and take it out on his own. ”

The white lock caught the aura, looked at it, and nodded.

"Thank you, Sect Master, besides, your father has reached the age of heaven," she didn't continue.

"Let's go check it out. He just sighed at the end and whispered.

As a monk, she has seen a lot of joys and sorrows, but this is everything that must be passed on the road to eternal life.

Even if they are still brothers in the same sect, there will always be people left behind, and there will always be people who will perish. In the end, he was the only one left.

Lin Xin was silent.

The avatar suddenly dispersed, turning into countless black smoke and disappearing.

Nanfu, Lingxin Villa.

Lin Xin's father, Lin Zhiwen, was lying on his back on the bed, surrounded by a large number of female dependents. On the periphery are clusters of middle-aged men and women, and some are gray-haired mountain village elders.

An old monk with immortal wind bones sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his hand from Lin Zhiwen's pulse.

"The time has come, the day limit is coming, and there is no way to do anything. ”

He sighed, looking helpless.

An ordinary person, just a little bit of internal qi, is still poured out of the blood pill.

They all lived for more than a hundred years, close to two hundred years old.

Such a life can be regarded as a joy and mourning anywhere.

But Lin Zhiwen's identity is different.

He is the master of the contemporary Nanfu, the sect leader of the Yuan Dou Demon Sect, the leader of the Pine Forest Sword Sect, and the father of the Yuan Dou True Monarch Lin Xin.

Such a powerful and powerful person, the treatment of his immediate family members will naturally not be low.

Among the people present in this small room, which one of them went out and could shake countless people by stomping his feet.

But here, most of them are showing grief, even if they have nothing to do with the old man, they are all pretending to be sad, and they are pretending to wipe their tears there.

It's not for the sake of the other.

Lin Zhen was also in the room, not only him, but also Lin Luolin's brothers and sisters, Nan Shunqing, and the direct bloodlines of their respective branch families.

Lin Zhen has five sons, eleven grandsons, and eight granddaughters.

Lin Sa's husband, three sons, two grandsons.

Nan Shunqing's now reincarnated Sima family is also here, the head of the Sima family and two daughters, that is, Nan Shunqing's sisters in this life, Sima Qing and Sima Kongyan.

Not only them, there are not so many people here, and there are also the major elders of the Yuan Dou Demon Sect in the courtyard outside, in charge.

The inscription of the Songlin Sword Sect, Dugu Lin and others.

Almost all those who have something to do with Lin Xin and have a little bit of edge are here.

Outside the courtyard, there were more crowds of people, gathered outside the villa, and a mournful cry could be faintly heard.

This is not a hypothesis, there are many forces that are actually parasitic on Lin Zhiwen's personal connections, and as soon as he dies, it is equivalent to cutting off the financial and living channels of these people. It is also common for power to decline. In this way, how can they not be distressed.

Dugu Lin stood in the courtyard and shook his head slightly. She has now become much more mature and beautiful, and she is no longer as sharp as she was at the beginning. There is a calm, deep and cold color.

"After so many years, Nan Shunqing has also broken through the level of asking questions and stepped into Yuanjing. The Lin family is scattered, and there are thousands of people.

Lin Xin showed up less and less. Is it possible that you don't even care about your family?"

Yu Kai sighed.

"I've always felt that the sect master has hidden dangers, but I can't see what is going on. In his nature, it was impossible not to come to see his old father for the last time on such occasions. ”

Dugu Lin looked at the people in the room.

His gaze swept over Lin Array's face.

"He and Xiao Lingling's son are here, I don't know if An Ying will come. ”

"Maybe it's already there, there are so many magic weapons, who knows which one is her?" Yu Kai shook his head.

At this moment, outside the courtyard in the distance, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

Boom!

The far door was slammed open.

"No, it's not bad!!!, the old lady is not good!!

A boy shouted loudly.

The crowd was silent for a while, and then there was a loud uproar.

Some of them hurriedly rushed out and ran towards the courtyard where the old lady was. Some of them stayed still and were still here, but they couldn't hold back their tears.

Some people wailed and cried, some people lowered their eyes and were silent, and some people hugged each other and wiped away their tears.

Yu Kai was stunned, and then he was about to turn around and fly out with Dugu Lin.

Suddenly, the air froze.

A black smoke fell from the sky and slowly fell in front of Lin Zhiwen's hospital bed, condensing into a middle-aged man who looked like a slender scribe.

With a black robe and a crown and five magic swords, he is the overlord of the contemporary Nanfu, Yuan Dou Zhenjun Lin Xin. (To be continued.) )