If you can kill Yuan Chonghuan, I can tell you where the clues are for the remaining half of the scriptures. Emperor Chongzhen's voice came again, and the killing intent had disappeared almost to nothing, but the feeling of being locked was still there.

When Feng Lin heard this, he sneered.

Clue?

Inexistent!

crossed many dangers, and then killed Yuan Chonghuan, chased by his subordinates, fled all the way back to the capital, and then betrayed by this Chongzhen Emperor again?

I know all the routines!

There is such an inference, which cannot be said to be a delusion of Feng Linwan's persecution at all.

This is simply a trick of drinking the sea real people to walk the fish.

Anglers who know how to fish, when they encounter a big fish, usually release the line first, rather than rushing to reel the line. Drag the big fish to run in the water, and after the fish is exhausted, they catch it in one go, and throw it into the bucket.

The real people who drink the sea should use similar methods.

Half of the true gong is bait, from Yuan Chonghuan to Emperor Chongzhen... It may even spread to people such as Li Zicheng, Huang Taiji, Zhang Xianzhong... and others, all in the direction of walking fish.

By the time Feng Lin Wan tried his best and tried his best to do so, he was already full of flaws. Drinking Hai Zhenren only needs to use a little trick to find a character who restrains Feng Lin Wan, and then he can achieve his goal, use this world as a game, and consume Feng Lin Wan to death.

"When it comes to all difficulties, you must be bold, and you should not be careless. ”

A long wind, a cold air fell from the sky, and blew into the capital.

The snow was mixed with hail, and it fell in an instant, and almost in the blink of an eye, some were about to be wrapped in silver.

Feng Linwan stood in the dungeon, talking some nonsense, feeling that the re-condensed killing intent around him was getting heavier and heavier.

At the end of the words, when there was nothing more to say, Feng Linwan suddenly said: "It's cold, Your Majesty pay attention to your body!"

The next moment, murder overflowed.

The mechanisms densely packed in the dungeon, all of which were inspired, all came towards the overwhelming penetration of the sealed forest.

Feng Lin Wan opened the magic defense golden body as usual, and prevented all the curses and spell damage that flew first.

But then there was a rain of arrows like locusts, shuttled swords, and falling boulders... These are not just magical attacks, but have the characteristics of physical attacks.

This time, Feng Linwan didn't find where Emperor Chongzhen was, so naturally he couldn't quickly close the distance, and then defeat the enemy with one move.

So... Pull out the mountain and cover the world!

A sword in hand, like a mountain axe.

A sword slashed out, as if splitting mountains and rivers.

The First Sword of the Floating Nine Styles··· The sword was broken, and the remnant dream was born.

Yes, theoretically... Limited by oaths and constraints, Feng Lin Wan could not cultivate the Nine Forms of Floating Life.

But don't forget, Feng Linwan is wearing a vest!

The character of Murong Cheng, the first skill... It is the first form of the Nine Floating Forms.

Sinners Yuan and his party, Feng Lin has bewitched so many prisoners, and this skill has already been unlocked.

With such a sword, the sword seemed to open the gate of heaven.

The dungeon cracked, and the earth shook as if it was about to topple.

The supernatural power is coupled with the power of the first sword of the Floating Life Nine Styles, which is indeed not to be underestimated.

Feng Lin Wan can choose a lot of peerless learning, in fact, there are a lot, why did he choose to unlock the floating nine styles?

The reason is simple... Safe!

This is one of the few powerful sword skills that Feng Linwan knows its strength, has enough learning and reference goals, and is not afraid of the impact of memory. Because the Fushan Ancestor had been reincarnated as Cangzhuzi, because the remaining cultivators of the Fusheng Nine Styles were only Bai Xiaotian and Cangzhuzi at that time.

If Feng Lin Wan obtains it, what he reads is likely to be only the fragmentary memories of the Fushan Ancestor in the past, scattered in time and space, and will not contain any subjective consciousness.

"Floating Nine Styles?"

"You broke your oath!" Above the sky, dark clouds roared, condensing into a large face of terror.

In the world, a large number of people, things, and scenery are all decaying and dying.

When forcibly stimulated by an external force, the drunk person will also wake up from the dream and return to 'normal'.

Obviously, Feng Lin Wan performed the Nine Floating Forms, which stimulated the real people who drank the sea.

Now... Feng Lin Wan himself sent the handle to the hands of the real person who drank the sea, and he no longer needed to assassinate Feng Lin Wan with the illusion in the Drunken Yang Tower, and even aroused the suspicion of many bigwigs in the Fushan Holy Land. As long as he told the Holy Lord of Fushan that Feng Lin Wan had broken his promise and cultivated the Nine Swords of Fusheng, Feng Lin Wan would naturally be punished.

But Feng Linwan's face clearly had a smug smile, and the smile was so bright.

"You're right... But I'm drunk!" Feng Lin said with a laugh.

"When a person is drunk, he can do things that he can't usually do, and do things that he can't do usually, I'm drunk in the world, and the world is drunk on me, how can I take the unrepairable oath of the Nine Styles of Floating Life, in this drunk world?" Feng Linwan pointed to the sky, the huge and angry face, and smiled heartily.

All the obedience, rebellion, and pretense of cleverness are all for the purpose of paralyzing the man.

If you look at the present, you will always be just a chess piece, and your eyes will jump out of the Three Realms, and your thinking will not be in the Five Elements.

A trip to Zuiyang Tower.

On the surface, it is to find the true power in the illusion.

It seems that everyone is blinded by this surface.

It's nothing more than trying to find a way to break the illusion, dig out the truth, and get the real thing.

But Feng Linwan broke this pattern, and he saw the essence clearly.

This is a game between him and the real person who drinks the sea.

From the beginning, he has always been at a disadvantage.

It's like a game of chess, and when Feng Lin enters the game, it is extremely unfavorable.

"Self-destruction, death and life... This kind of truth, but there are bigwigs who have taught me since I was a child with articles that are worldly!" Feng Linwan said something that the real people of the drinking sea did not understand.

And the real person who drank the sea was angry at this time, but he suddenly woke up to the fact that he lost... ！

In this game, I lost completely!

He took the initiative to intervene and destroy Feng Linwan's 'chance'.

This is tantamount to disobeying the order of the Holy Lord of Fushan.

If he drank the sea and was a true immortal, then even if he slapped the face of the Holy Lord of Fushan, there would still be room for maneuver.

But... He's just a spiritual platform, no matter how much gold is pasted on his face, he says that he is a half-immortal... It's just a spiritual platform.

For the true immortals, under the true immortals, there are all ants.

"Good! A good Murong Cheng! A good drunk and broke his oath, a good one with a heart but not an intention. The real person who drank the sea was furious.

And the world in front of Feng Lin Wan was completely cracked, and all of it converged away.

The burning candles, the dim attic, and the old man with half-black and half-white hair appeared in front of Feng Linwan's eyes with an angry face.

"You're losing! You're losing!" The relationship could not be eased, and Feng Linwan chose to be tough and angry.

Drinking Haizhen was full of anger, his robe bulged high, and his hair was flying, like steel needles standing up.

But soon, his anger was reined in.

"The real merit cannot be passed on lightly, I can teach you the true core of a thousand cups of drunkenness, and even help you get started thoroughly. But... You must be a floating mountain holy land... The new vein master of the Drunken Yang Pulse!"