The ethereal and clear sound of the sword resounded through Ling Lin's mind, turning into invisible ripples, washing away Ling Lin's mind that was filled with violent killing intent.

"Brother." After the sound of the sword, Zi Lin called out in a low voice. The Purple Blood Sword continued to vibrate slightly in Ling Lin's body, emitting streams of warm amethyst-colored light.

His body suddenly shook, and the black whirlwind around him dissipated in an instant. The blood-red color in his eyes gradually faded, and a trace of clarity reappeared in Ling Lin's eyes.

"Zilin." Ling Lin responded hoarsely. Although his mind, affected by the violent killing intent, had returned to normal, the pain in Ling Lin's heart was not relieved at all. His body was trembling slightly, and the huge pain seemed to

To tear his body in half.

"Brother, although the soul bead is a treasure for repairing the remnant soul, its effect on repairing the remnant soul is not the most powerful. For example, Qingpo Powder, Tian Yishui... these are no less than the soul bead." Zi Lin

Said carefully.

"Qingpo Powder, Tian Yishui." Ling Lin murmured to himself. The two are also rare treasures that can be found to repair the soul. The former is refined by fusing a variety of rare elixirs that are almost extinct.

, but the latter is like the Soul Bead, a spiritual creature born from heaven and earth. The effectiveness of the two in repairing the residual soul is indeed no less than that of the Soul Bead, but in terms of preciousness, it is even far higher than the Soul Bead.

Needless to say, the former, regardless of the rare elixir that is almost extinct, or how many people in this world can refine Qingpo Powder. And the latter basically exists in the classics. Ling Lin has never heard of anyone.

I got one piece of water every day.

Repeating the names of these two rare treasures in his mouth, Ling Lin frowned, but the look in his eyes gradually became firm. Although these two kinds of treasures are hard to find, for Ling Lin

, this is a hope and an ideological support.

"Go up to the sky, go down to the Nine Netherworlds, and I will spend my whole life to get it for you." Ling Lin's figure reappeared next to the white figure lying quietly on the boulder at some point. His voice was soft.

, but this gentleness contains a touch of firmness that is unshakable.

"Actually, there seems to be a legendary supreme treasure. It is said that as long as there is a trace of the remnant soul, it can be restored to its original state." At this moment, Zi Lin's words sounded in Ling Lin's mind again.

"The remnant soul can be recovered if there is even a trace of it!" Ling Lin's body trembled, with a look of ecstasy in his eyes. At this time, Shi Ningning's condition was that there was still a trace of remnant soul left. In fact, in his heart, Ling Lin felt that

The so-called Qingpo Powder and Tian Yishui, the two most precious treasures, are still a bit unconfident. After all, the Soul Pearl is as good as these two, but it still did not awaken Shi Ningning.

"Is there really such a treasure?" Ling Lin asked urgently. Zi Lin's previous words were a bit vague. The words "seems" and "legend" made Ling Lin slightly unsure after being excited, because

Zi Lin's words seemed to indicate that even he himself was not sure about it. Moreover, he had never heard of this supreme treasure. Being able to repair a broken soul was already extremely unbelievable, like a soul.

Treasures like beads are also rare and hard to find, let alone existences that are more heaven-defying than them.

"Well, yes." As soon as it opened its mouth, Zilin confirmed its previous statement, which also made Ling Lin's excited heart calm down a little. Then, it continued, "But this kind of treasure seems to only exist in legends.

Among them, it seems to be more ethereal than the Qing Po Powder and Tian Yishui. At least the first two have been obtained by someone before, and it is unclear whether anyone has obtained this supreme treasure from ancient times to the present.

It must be that even the owner of this Purple Blood Sword has only heard about it."

"Legendary, misty, I heard..." The expression in Ling Lin's eyes changed. If he were an ordinary monk, he would have been so scared that he gave up after hearing this statement. The owner of the Purple Blood Sword, although Ling Lin still doesn't know about the Purple Blood Sword.

How powerful was the first master, but the extraordinary performance of the Purple Blood Sword, as well as the corpses of ferocious beasts in the Purple Blood Sword space that were extremely powerful even in the eyes of Ling Lin today, and the mysterious

"Slaying Immortal Technique"... Everything like this promoted Ling Lin. The first owner of the Purple Blood Sword was definitely a person with monstrous means. Even this unparalleled existence had only heard of the mystery and difficulty of the treasure.

It can be imagined.

"Will I give up?" Ling Lin asked himself silently in his heart. In an instant, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The warmth in that smile seemed to be able to melt the coldest things in the world. "Will I give up?"

Ling Lin spoke again in his heart, but this time, the doubts in his words had long disappeared, replaced by a touch of calm, and the determination hidden under the calm. He would not give up!

Unlike ordinary monks, Ling Lin came from scratch, and his total cultivation time was less than two years. A year ago, he was punched into a space crack by Venerable Xuan Li, and he could barely survive with the Purple Blood Sword. One year

After that, Venerable Xuan Li had already become a blood elixir in his Qiankun bag. In less than two years, it was absolutely a blessing for Ling Lin.

"Since this can be done, what can't be done?" Ling Lin whispered softly. As these words sounded, Ling Lin clearly felt that his Taoist heart seemed to have changed in an instant.

"The Taoist heart has become stronger." Ling Lin's handsome face was calm, and he was completely different from the ferocious appearance before. If it weren't for the smell of blood that was still difficult to hide on the black robe, and the hell-like surroundings

Such a terrifying scene, no one would have thought that this handsome young man was the terrifying being who single-handedly destroyed the Chen family before.

"Zilin, does this supreme treasure have a name?" Ling Lin asked.

After Ling Lin finished speaking, Zi Lin was silent for a while. After thinking for a long time, Zi Lin said with some distress, "This treasure seems to only exist in legends, and the description is unknown. Most monks may not have heard of it at all.

Only some ancient beings would have some impression. Even the first owner of the Purple Blood Sword only had a vague idea of ​​it, but the name of this treasure is unknown."

"As long as it exists, there is hope of obtaining it." Ling Lin said softly. Although he didn't even know the name of this legendary supreme treasure, Ling Lin seemed very calm at this time.

"Brother, in fact, it's hard to say whether this Soul Pearl has failed or not. It has not dispersed at all." Zi Lin suddenly said.

"I don't know the reason for not dispersing. Is it because the condensed souls are too rare?" Looking at the breathless white figure in front of him, even with Ling Lin's powerful words at this time

His heart could not be completely calm. His eyebrows were furrowed, and Ling Lin said with some doubts. He didn't know whether this was the reason, it was just his guess.

"Didn't my brother become a true disciple of the Aoki Sect? We don't know, but there must be people with astonishing cultivation levels in the Aoki Sect. Then we will naturally know the reason. Maybe we can make Ning Ning even without using anything else.

Sister Ning has regained consciousness." Zi Lin said.

"Yes, why did I forget this?" Ling Lin slapped his head, and the solemn look on his face quietly faded a bit. He only had the cultivation level of the Cave Void Realm, but the Qingmu Sect had abilities that transcended the Yin and Yang Realm.

They are powerful, even more powerful beings. Things that they cannot do may be just a matter of raising their hands in their eyes.

"Go back to the Greenwood Sect." Ling Lin stood up and looked far into the distance. The mysterious master asked him to return to the Greenwood Sect within half a year. Now Ling Lin only used a few days to solve everything.

Lost, now it is indeed time to return to the Aoki Sect. But before that...

Ling Lin moved his body, turned his eyes slightly, and looked at another place, which was the direction he came from before - Qingyuan Sect.

"Roar."

The fog beast squatted next to Ling Lin, roared low, and gently rubbed Ling Lin's body, appearing extremely docile and not at all as ferocious as before.

Stroking the snow-white body of the fog beast, Ling Lin suddenly waved his hand, and Shi Ningning, who was lying quietly on the boulder, disappeared immediately. After doing all this, Ling Lin moved, and the fog beast and the fog beast disappeared in an instant.

In place.

Qingyuan Sect.

After Ling Lin's previous destruction, coupled with the death of Venerable Xuanli and some others, the entire Qingyuan Sect was shrouded in an atmosphere of panic. However, this atmosphere gradually dissipated after a person appeared.

Come on.

The poems are rich and long. As the leader of the Qingyuan Sect, even though he has been decadent for more than a year, he still has a lot of weight in the hearts of many Qingyuan Sect disciples. At this time, the Qingyuan Sect is leaderless, and the poems are rich and long.

Stepping forward, he once again gained a lot of hearts. At this time, Shi Fengchang also swept away the decadent look in the hearts of many Qingyuan Sect disciples for more than a year, and killed several people with the power of thunder.

After becoming a Jinxia Peak disciple who was die-hardly loyal to Venerable Xuanli, Shi Fengchang finally became the controller of the Qingyuan Sect as if he were at home.

At this time, most of the messy places in Qingyuan Sect have been cleaned up. Even the blood and debris on the edge of the sect-protecting formation have disappeared without a trace. The only thing that has changed is that Qingyuan Fengyu

The place in front of the Qing Palace looks slightly different from before. It seems that the ground here is slightly lower than before, and it seems that some places have been cut out of thin air.

"I don't know if he can rescue Ning Ning."

Shi Fengchang stood in front of the Yuqing Palace, looking straight at the sky in the distance. The decadent look on his whole body had disappeared. Although he had regained control of the Qingyuan Sect, Shi Fengchang's vicissitudes of life could not be seen in his eyes.

But there was no joy at all.
Chapter completed!