Lin Yi took the jade pendant and entered the Secret Treasure Pavilion, and the two doors behind him closed automatically, making a muffled sound. ()

As soon as he walked in, an atmosphere of ancient years came to his face, Lin Yi didn't open his eyes to look, and he could almost guess that the things in here must have a history of thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Lin Yi's spirit was in a trance, and the surrounding scene was changing and starry, as if he was in another world.

The surrounding wilderness is full of ancient atmosphere, and the eyes can't see the edge, as if roaming in the endless starry sky, countless things flashing with smart light points are flying and jumping around, full of spirituality.

"These secret treasures have been inherited for a long time, and most of them have spiritual 'nature', and it is difficult to say that some have produced spiritual wisdom, which is the essence of the real great sect. Lin Yi looked at this shocking scene and was quite emotional.

Lin Yi took a step and slowly walked in this endless starry sky, walking towards some of the nearest points of light.

After a while, Lin Yi brought over a long spear with a piece of stone jade hanging on it, with five small characters written on it.

"Soul Eater Flame Gun!"

Lin Yi flipped Shi Yu over, and there was an explanation of the weapon behind him.

"The Soul Devouring Flame Spear is an immortal weapon of the Yuanying Great Monk Yetian three thousand years ago, fierce and strong, a shot pierces into the body, and has a burning effect on the Yuan Shen, which belongs to a low-level immortal weapon. ”

A trace of surprise flashed in Lin Yi's eyes, he couldn't imagine that this Secret Treasure Pavilion even had immortal weapons, looking at this meaning, this predecessor called Yetian had fallen, so his immortal artifact was stored here, waiting for someone who was destined to do so.

Although the Soul Eater Flame Spear was an immortal weapon, it had no effect on Lin Yi, and he casually put it back.

Another point of light crossed, Lin Yi waved his palm lightly, and Xuanzhi grasped the trajectory of that little brilliance and took it with his hand.

This bit of brilliance gradually changed in Lin Yi's palm, and finally transformed into an ancient booklet, on which were written in several ancient fonts.

"Magical Technique, Prison Heavenly Palm!"

Lin Yi's heart beat suddenly, what is the origin of the Qisha Sect, it is really surprising that there is a magical power technique that has been passed down.

It must be known that the magic technique already contains some kind of powerful Dao method, which is extremely rare. Generally, it is a secret that is not passed on by the sect, and only some sects that have been inherited for thousands of years will be recorded, for example, the four royal families or the three major sects, they will only pass on the magic skills to the disciples with the strongest talent in the sect.

The Qisha Sect not only has the power of integration, but also has a secret treasure pavilion of this level, and it can almost be concluded that the Qisha Sect must have been very powerful before, but I don't know what the reason is, so that the Zhì Sect has been closed to the world for thousands of years.

This magical technique really attracted Lin Yi, but the purpose of his trip was not here, so he could only reluctantly return this ancient book.

Lin Yi searched for another half an hour, although he saw a lot of some strange secret treasures, which opened his eyes, but there was no trace of the immortal pool.

Lin Yi's eyes looked into the distance, there were still countless points of light at the end of his gaze, he was a little anxious in his heart, at this rate, I am afraid that if he looks for a day here, he may not be able to find the water of the immortal pool, not to mention whether there is such a thing here, it is still unknown.

The Secret Treasure Pavilion only allowed monks to stay in it for an hour, and now half of the time had passed.

"You have to think of a way, you can't look for it blindly like this. Lin Yi stopped, and his eyes were full of thought.

After a while, Lin Yi's heart moved, and he took out the Ancient Sacred Tree from the storage bag, which was almost as thick as an arm.

"Since the water of the Immortal Pond and this primeval sacred tree originally belonged to the same origin, presumably they would also have a sense of affection between them. Lin Yi speculated.

Lin Yi thought again: "The Ancient Sacred Tree is dead, and the immortal qi in the water of the Immortal Pond is almost dissipating, and the chance that the two can give birth to induction is very small. But at this moment, there is always a hope, so you might as well give it a try. ”

Although the Ancient Sacred Tree does not have the slightest vitality, it can also see its extraordinary.

Lin Yi was curious before, and once slashed at it with the Juque Sword, and found that with the hardness of the Juque Sword, it still couldn't leave any traces on its surface, and the sword body was bounced high.

The Ancient Sacred Tree was acquired by Lin Yi two years ago, but he never paid attention to it. That scene made Lin Yi's heart pound, and it really made him start to pay attention to this piece of dead wood that was not good-looking.

At that time, Lin Yi was also quite lamented by the tragedy of the battle of demon slashing, such a tenacious and unparalleled primeval sacred tree that could penetrate the heavenly realm, and in the end could only end up in fragments and lifeless.

Abandoning distracting thoughts, Lin Yi held this section of the primeval sacred tree in his palm, stretched out his arms, closed his eyes and stood quietly, and slowly put his mind on the body of this section of the primeval sacred tree, trying to sense.

Little by little, time passed.

I don't know how long it took, just when Lin Yi was about to give up, a hint of vagueness came from the front.

Lin Yi suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

The time limit of an hour was approaching, Lin Yi no longer hesitated, unfolded his body, and strode forward.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yi came to the front and reached out to take a small bottle with a paper talisman pasted on it.

There is not much description on the paper note, only the words 'Immortal Pond water, about to dry up'.

Lin Yi opened the cork of the bottle, and his divine sense probed slightly, and the bottle only contained about a thousand drops of immortal pool water, this thing is really rare, and it is indeed rare to be able to preserve it from the primeval era.

Lin Yi looked at the thousand drops of immortal pool water inside, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought.

The method of resurrecting the primeval sacred tree is just a speculation by the fat man of Duobao, and no one knows whether it is accurate or not.

Even if the idea of using the water of the Immortal Pool is correct, how many drops do it take to resurrect the Ancient Sacred Tree?

While Lin Yi was thinking about it, an irresistible external force suddenly poured in, knocking him out of the Secret Treasure Pavilion.

Lin Yi returned to the Treasure Pavilion with a vial of immortal pool water in his hand, and when he raised his eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

I don't know when, a large number of monks gathered in the Treasure Pavilion, and it is estimated that there are nearly a thousand people, including many acquaintances of Lin Yi.

Su Qiqi held Mingkong, the former's expression was still as indifferent as ever, but when he saw Lin Yi, a soft "color" flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Starfish and Wang Qi stood side by side, seemingly a little worried.

The other group of people are almost all monks from the Eastern Sect, and the first one is called Ling Feng, Ling Yue's younger brother, the third among the top ten disciples of the Inner Sect in the Illusory Pill Period.

Ling Feng clasped his arms in his hands at this time, sneering again and again.

Lin Yi would have thought that this group of monks was so boring that they actually wanted to come to see him laugh.

However, with this posture, Lin Yi also vaguely guessed that it was not a good thing after all.

The monks of the Eastern faction repeatedly targeted him, once or twice was fine, but after too many times, Lin Yi was really bored.

Lin Yi smiled at Su Qiqi and the others, then came to the three elders with a vial, returned the jade pendant, and said in a deep voice: "Three elders, I want to exchange this thing, I don't know how many spirit stones I want?"

The emaciated elder in the middle lowered his eyebrows, glanced at it absentmindedly, and then his face changed greatly, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Immortal Pond Water!"