At night.

The wind and snow are getting heavier.

The sky was filled with cold winds covered with hail, whistling and intertwined.

With his superb cultivation, Jian Nanchun was fine to fly on the sword in such wind and snow. The problem was that he was worried that his two junior brothers and sisters would not be able to withstand it.

So they could only rest in a valley.

After stopping, Jian Nanchun looked at Yi Lin with a calm expression curiously, and then looked back at Xia Xiaoman, who was still trembling with cold even after practicing the exercises, fell into deep thought.

Isn’t this Junior Brother Lin Yi just a mere Qi-encumbering period of cultivation?

Wait a minute.

When will the Qi-Sustaining Stage be able to fly with swords?

Can you still fly thousands of miles in one breath without blushing or breathing?

Jian Nanchun finally realized something was wrong.

He wanted to take advantage of Yi Lin's inattention and go forward to catch Yi Lin's vein and explore his background.

But Jian Nanchun didn't find any chance.

In the snow and ice, no ingredients were found.

Yi Lin barely plundered around for a while, and only dug out a few hibernating snakes from the cave. He skillfully took out the snake galls and poison sacs, immediately removed the blood, washed it, and cut it. After the three of them surrounded the bonfire and smeared the snake meat hotpot in the ice and snow.

For the soul cooker, there is no dish that is not delicious, only food that is not delicious. As long as the ingredients are fine, he will be fine.

The seven-colored light flashed and the dishes were out.

Jian Nanchun and Xia Xiaoman have long been accustomed to dishes with their own special effects.

Even for Lin Yi, it is strange that the dishes he made are not effective enough.

“Ah~~~~~”

The hot snake soup was in his stomach, and Xia Xiaoman felt that he was back to life.

Lin Yi hates this, but his cooking skills are a bit outrageous.

Xia Xiaoman chewed the snake roll in the soup, clamped his legs, and muttered secretly.

"Junior brother, there is one thing that senior brother must remind you."

After dinner.

When Jian Nanchun saw Xia Xiaoman curled up next to the fire and was napping in a daze, he quietly came to Yi Lin.

"Senior brother, please tell me."

"You just said that you want to kill the King of Zhennan. Senior Brother hopes that you are just kidding."

"Oh?" Yi Lin glanced at Jian Nanchun in surprise, then asked softly, "Why not?"

"The Daqing has been exhausted, and I still don't know who the true destiny of the next dynasty is. Everything has a certain number, no matter you, me, him, or the Daqing dynasty. If the Zhennan King is really the destiny of the emperor, let alone you kill him, there will be many difficulties. Even if you really succeed, such a destiny will be punished by God."

As he said that, Jian Nanchun mysteriously moved the face closer a little, pointing to the top of his head with great caution: "You will be unlucky, or even struck by lightning."

"I'm just talking casually," Yi Lin added firewood to the fire: "I believe in life, but I don't believe in life."

Will it be unlucky?

Yi Lin's face was calm and thoughtful.

Jian Nanchun couldn't help but sneer: "If you don't believe in fate, then you still learn the hexagram?"

Yi Lin looked at Jian Nanchun with a stranger look, and his eyes seemed to be saying, "Is your brain normal or not?" He didn't know how to explain to Jian Nanchun, so he could only raise a chestnut: "Can you generalize the study of hexagrams and faith in fate? Just like Senior Brother Jian, you are eager to sleep at the senior sister, but didn't you sleep in the end?"

“…”

The next second, Jian Nanchun was as if he was electrocuted and froze in place.

...

After ignoring Jian Nanchun, Yi Lin hid in the tree, slapped skillfully, and entered the center of the center.

"You're here~"

Green seemed very happy.

It seemed that it was afraid that it would fall asleep for decades, so it hadn't fallen asleep and squatted on the coconut tree to sleep.

On the lake, the prototype of the throne has been formed.

The colorful white streamer interwoven into the shape of a seat.

But the "throne" has not yet been solid and there are signs of falling apart at any time. It seems that what Green is saying is not false. Maybe a sneeze will really wipe out the "throne" that Yi Lin has worked hard to seal in the pivot.

Trolls, so terrifying.

“Achieve yourself.”

But Yi Lin was already very satisfied. He looked at the throne that had only completed part of it. Thinking of Xiaoxi's words, he understood what he would do in this world during the long time he was about to spend.

This is a huge project, and it is hard for Yilin to imagine what it will be like before the project is completed.

On the throne, there was a hazy figure sitting on the throne in a fixed position.

Yi Lin closed her eyes tightly and let her heart go empty.

Gradually, dotted lines appeared between Yi Lin's "body" and the "silhouette" on the throne.

These countless dotted lines, like spider webs, connect Yilin with the figure on the throne.

This is the "soul clone".

When Green was free, he taught Yi Lin how to build a soul clone.

Green knocked on Yi Lin’s forehead with his wings as if he was cheating on his soul clone, and Yi Lin understood.

"Why don't you use this way of cheating early?"

When Green finally showed off his skills in front of Yi Lin, Yi Lin was very angry.

"Just a little trick, nothing big."

After the show, Green flew away again, his wings flashed without taking away a cloud.

Yilin ignored Green and sat on the lake, meditating.

But what he is doing now is not to absorb energy.

In the pivot, there is no such thing as "spiritual energy", and it is impossible to fill the meridians no matter how much you suck it.

So, what Irin is doing now is not to admit it, but to vomit.

He absorbed the spiritual energy that was absorbed into the meridians during the day, and before it dissipated, he transferred it to the soul clone to store it.

The soul clone is a pure energy clone, and there is no realm, and the bottleneck statement is said.

Because Yi Lin started out with the talent of [God was jealous of talent] in the samsara, and she practiced Debuff, it was difficult to achieve some real achievements in her practice. So now, Yi Lin can only be full of insight and develop some evil ways.

Simply put, as long as he is lazy, he will lose his breath.

Just like an inflatable doll that lacks maintenance, it leaks as soon as it is said.

After a while, he absorbed the gathered spiritual energy through his martial arts and almost all spit it into his soul clone.

After getting all the spiritual energy out of his body, Yi Lin was satisfied.

"It's not a waste now."

Anyway, he usually uses the spiritual energy value in his body when he uses skills, which is the foundation of the apostle.

Creating a soul clone in the pivot may be scary at a critical moment.

...

"Xiaobai, Xiaohong, Xiaomei~"

The process of creating a "throne" and condensing the "soul clone" brings Yi Lin a new home-like experience.

Little by little, bit by bit, create a perfect home.

He was in a very good mood and came to two small windows and woke Nie Hongxiu, Gaychenmi and Bai Xiaoyi respectively.

Three mother spirits are causing trouble in their spiritual residence.

At first, when Yi Lin learned how to enter the pivot, they still felt new and came to visit each other from time to time.

But as they were strung together, they felt boring and didn't come out if they had nothing to do.

"Come on, you guys help me."

Yi Lin suddenly said something that made the three mother spirits shudder.

"Uh, no, don't get me wrong, I mean rubbing my big sword."

Yi Lin suddenly felt that the previous sentence was suspected of being misunderstood, so he quickly pointed at the rusty sword floating on the spiritual sea lake, and smiled slightly:

"You try to rub the gray on the sword clean."
To be continued...