This laughter, everyone on the field frowned secretly, how could he still laugh under such an unfavorable situation?

Bing Bufan was even more furious, obviously he was in control of everything, why did he let out such a pitying, mocking laugh!

"Hurry!" Bing Bufan snorted, "Cold Ice" suddenly rose blue cold flames, and the temperature around them suddenly dropped, such a might, many brothers on the field suddenly exclaimed: "Ice Flame!", Bing Lan on the side was secretly frightened, Bing Bufan actually successfully refined "Cold Ice" into his own natal sword gang, and the ice flame seemed to be the unique spirituality of Bing Bufan's natal sword gang. （)

Xuanmenzhi, there is a natal magic weapon said, when the immortal cultivator Dan Dao period, he can refine the magic weapon above the spirit treasure level into his own natal magic weapon, and the original god, that is, the yin god is fused together, hidden in the mud pill to know the sea, when the sacrifice moves, it turns out instantly, and the power is doubled, like a sword cultivator, then the natal magic weapon is called the natal sword gang, and the most desirable is the natal sword yuan formed in the humane period. And each spirit treasure has its own five elements of spirituality, when it is refined into a life magic weapon, this kind of spirituality is greatly exerted, and its power is even greater, like the ice flame emitted by the extraordinary ice, which is the unique spirituality of the vast majority of water attribute spirit swords.

"Die!" Bing Bufan roared angrily, Zhenyuan ran wildly, gathering on the ice, and for a while, the ground with his heart instantly froze, and the spirit sword with ice flames seemed to feel the strong anger and unyielding of the master, and it was also extremely fierce momentum, and rushed towards Lin Chen!

Looking at such a formation, the invincible Cold Ice Spirit Sword, Lin Chen's pupils contracted slightly, and a surging heat wave suddenly surged from above the dantian, as if it was about to break through his body, roaring upward!

At this moment, Lin Chen only felt that his whole body was filled with a majestic vitality that was enough to change the color of the heavens and the earth, this force seemed to explode out of his body, Lin Chen couldn't help but let out a long roar, and the roar like a dragon roared straight into the sky!

Everyone on the field only felt that their minds were shaking, as if they were intoxicated, and their feet were unsteady, even if they closed their hearing, the shocking shock of the heart and body was still indelible, and a sense of worship and prostrate suddenly emerged from the depths of the soul!

Suddenly, I saw Lin Chen rushing towards the surging sword momentum of "Cold Ice", and the strength of his whole body seemed to be all gathered on the clenched fist of his right hand, and with a loud bang, he slammed towards "Cold Ice"!

"Oh my God, he's dying!"

However, at the moment when Lin Chen's fist collided violently with the tip of the cold sword, everyone felt that the heavens and the earth suddenly stood still! Then, in their terrifying and incredible gaze, the high-grade spirit sword, starting from the tip of the sword, shattered inch by inch!

The wind passed, raising dust everywhere, but the scene was strangely quiet, and everyone only felt that their panting was so urgent!

"Poof"

Bing Bufan's face was like ashes, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, forming a burst of blood mist, at this moment, he looked at Lin Chen's gaze, full of horror and fear!

When Lin Chen raised his fist and rushed over, Bing Bufan actually had such a feeling, only to feel that he was not facing a person, but a dragon! An angry ancient dragon!

"Cold Ice" was his natal magic weapon, and at this moment, Lin Chen was blasted to the ground, and there was only one sword hilt left! He only felt that the Yuan Shen was greatly damaged, and the feeling of the sky and the earth cracking came to his face, and he fell to the ground at once, and boundless pain instantly filled his whole body!

When the immortal cultivator refines his natal magic weapon, the original god fuses it, if the natal magic weapon is damaged, the master will also be damaged, the original god is the driving force of human consciousness activities, and is produced by the innate essence, which is the foundation of life, the Dan Dao period is to cultivate the original god into the realm of "nothingness", that is, the yin god, to the humane period, the yin god turns into the yang god, and the original god becomes "true", you can go out of the body at will, instantaneously, and can change at will, the ghost is unpredictable! Theoretically speaking, as long as the yang god is immortal, he can live forever! This is also the reason why Xuanmen turns people in the humane period into half-immortals.

At this moment, the Ice Extraordinary Ice Sword was destroyed by Lin Chen, and the Yuan Shen was greatly damaged, this kind of divine soul injury was an extremely difficult injury to recover!

Glancing at Bing Bufan, who didn't know life and death, Lin Chen sighed softly, his heart was slightly bitter, he and Bing Bufan were not a big grudge and hatred, but Bing Bufan was narrow-minded and lost the original heart that a cultivator should have, and finally fell into such an endless situation, which was also helpless.

The first seat of the Forgotten Dust Peak of Shu Mountain, the law of forgetting the dust set by the sword god Yan Jingchen, everything is done out of his own heart, in the past, when Ming Yuechan went down the mountain in Lin Chen, he also explained, asking him to remember the eight-character mantra of "understanding the heart, one thought through the gods".

Only because of what I do in my heart, that is, I do my own thing, it is easy to say, but it is difficult to do, whether it is a nameless person, or a famous person, I can really not care about the existence of the atmosphere that directly affects myself, how many can there be?

Ignoring Bing Bufan and the people who looked at each other, Lin Chen strode away from the meteor, behind him, countless complicated eyes converged, but there was a light in his eyes, but it was so clear, Bing Lan looked at the tall and resolute back of this mysterious young man, and suddenly had a feeling that now this calm immortal cultivation world like a pool of stagnant water will one day change with his growth!

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Outside the chorus room, "Old man Hu!", Lin Chen shouted a few times, but there was no response, thinking about Bing Ling'er's matter, and in a hurry, he kicked the door open.

In the house, I saw that the old man Hu had his back to him, looking out the window, motionless, Lin Chen's heart was slightly relieved, this old man was still there.

"It's you. Old man Hu said lightly, as if he had expected Lin Chen to break in, he was not surprised, and he did not turn around.

For a while, Lin Chen didn't know what to say, in the past, this old man had already scolded him to the blood.

"Old man Hu, something happened to Binglan Cloud Pavilion. Bai Nian, Lin Chen came back to his senses and said softly.

"I know, the grievances that have accumulated over the years, Lingyun Pavilion probably can't help it. ”

"I know you're still indifferent?" Lin Chen said secretly in his heart, and his voice couldn't help but rise.

Old Man Hu's shoulders trembled slightly, he suddenly turned around, and said in a cold voice: "Is Binglan Cloud Pavilion dead or alive, is it the matter of the old man?"

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment and said, "Aren't you from Binglan Cloud Pavilion?"

Old man Hu suddenly burst out laughing, his voice was almost desolate, and said, "Who said that I am from Binglan Cloud Pavilion? Why doesn't the old man himself know? If it weren't for the original promise, the old man would have been free all his life, how could he stay in this small land!"

Lin Chen was stunned and looked at the old man in front of him for some reason.

I only heard Old Man Hu continue: "Eight hundred years ago, I fought with Bingyi and lost half a move, according to the agreement, I must stay in Binglan Cloud Pavilion to protect the broken sword from being snatched by outsiders, it has been eight hundred years, and it has passed!"

Lin Chen was shocked, eight hundred years, counted, this old man was even higher than Yan Jingchen's seniority, and he had lived for so long, so wouldn't his cultivation be shocking?

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