Chapter 380

Looking at the blue lotus on the lotus platform, Lin Yun thought about it. After thinking about it, he still reached out to catch it.

Who knew that when he was caught, when he was shocked, the palace in front of him was like a dream bubble, disappearing.

Everything disappears.

In front of him, suddenly there was an extra picture. He seemed to cross time and space and was in a vast war.

But everything has nothing to do with him, and he can only watch from the perspective of outsiders.

In the magnificent Zongmen, there were fierce battles everywhere, shouting and roar, and the disciples of Zongmen died tragically.

But this group of people did not give up, staying in front of a towering treasure hall.

The Palace of Baodian is familiar, and Lin Yun's eyes are bright.

The sky is broken like a cloth, the dark clouds are dense, and the blood converges into a river. In the broken buildings, there is a bone of bones, which is miserable.

But a group of people, guarding the Black Lotus Palace. This is where Zongmen inheritance is.

Even Lin Yun, who is an outsider for a foreign bureau, is moving.

However, he couldn't do it. He could only watch it, watching the children of Zongmen, and the sword was broken.

Finally, in front of the Black Lotus Palace, only one person left.

But waiting for him is also death ...

Black figures, all over the body, bullying forward, the blade in his hands, piercing ruthlessly into his body.

But just when he died, he suddenly looked up, and a sword shocked the black shadow.

"My sword, glory forever!"

The words fell, cut the last sword in life, and knocked the shocking devil as much as possible.

Later, it turned into a vast blue sword light, covering the entire Black Lotus Treasure Hall, covering it.

That is, at the moment he looked up, Lin Yun saw his appearance clearly, which was exactly the same as the white man who guarded the nine layers of Baodian.

The picture is gradually blurred, and the magic shadow is heavy, but it can't help the treasure hall covered by the blue sword light.

Until the picture completely disappeared, Lin Yun had never returned.

After a long time, he woke up like a dream.

Looking at it, the ten floors of the Baodian, empty and barren, there is nothing. There is no palace, no rivers, only he stands alone in place.

If not, in the war, he realized the unusual mysteries of Yun, so as to master the last move of the water and moon swordsmanship.

I am afraid that there will be no traces at all, and no one will exist.

However, there are nothing in the Treasure Hall. After all, there is nothing. There is no cloud or rain. There is only a word left by a man in many years.

My sword, glory forever.

"One sword is like a dream."

If Lin Yun was lost, he whispered to himself, a little sad.

He now fully understands why the other temples in Moian's secrets have been destroyed. Only this Black Lotus Treasure Temple is alone.

Benefit.

Inheritance is immortal, glory forever.

People in black and white people are the men of that year. Yun is a dream of unforgettable life to death.

"It's time to go."

Ten layers of Baodian, there are no treasures, there are no legends.

However, Lin Yun was full, and there was no regret. He painted the most perfect end to the experience of Moian's secret situation.

Silent destruction.

The elders and disciples of the Great Gate of the Great Qin Empire stared at the black lotus in the center of the formation, and looked quite nervous.

Theoretically, this secret situation should have been closed long ago.

But now Black Lotus is still there, it can only be explained that Lin Yun still lives in the ten floors of Baodian.

The longer the last time, it means that Lin Yun, the greater the chance of passing the ten -layer test.

The core disciples of each gate look a bit complicated.

The top ten floors have become legendary far away. Is it true that today, really want to witness the legend?

In the barracks of the Moral Moon Villa, the water recovered with no trace, no expression, no words.

Suddenly, his face changed slightly, spread out his palms, and received snowflakes in the air.

"It's snowing?"

Looking at the palm, the crystal clear, cold and cold snowflakes, the water flashed in the eyes of the water.

"What kind of ghost, this silent wasteland is hot all year round, and it is impossible to fall into dripping.

"Really weird."

The major gates in the wasteland have been doubtful by this sudden heavy snow.

Only some older old men have a somewhat excited look.

"It is said that it seems true. As long as someone passes the ten -layer test, the snow will be covered with the entire silence wasteland."

"So, Lin Yun passed the test?"

"No wrong, the vision cannot be produced out of thin air. This time Ling Xiao Jiange has really made a lot of money.

In the beginning, snowflakes were still sparse and sparse. After a while, the snow became more and more fierce.

After a while, the entire silence wasteland was covered with a thick layer.

With the fluttering snow, the entire silence of wasteland gradually boiled.

Today, they all witnessed the legend.

Next time, this silent wasteland has been snowing again, but I don't know when it will wait.

One hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years?

"Come out!"

At this moment, Lin Yun, accompanied by a flash of light, appeared in everyone's vision with a light flashing.

Countless eyes, through the snowy snow, fell on Lin Yun at the same time.

The water in the Mo -Moon Villa has no trace, and his eyes fell on Lin Yun, and he flashed his doubts in his eyes.

He could feel that Lin Yun's cultivation and swordsmanship have not changed before the ten floors. But he can have an extra strangeness, but the temperament that doesn't understand.

Lin Yun, who was obviously lower than him, made him completely unable to see through.

What did he experience in the ten floors?

"Little Master!"

I still wondered whether I was sent to Lin Yun who had been sent to the place wrong. I heard a few familiar voices before letting go.

The body flickered, and a few breathing came to the Jiange camp.

"Little brother, you finally came out, I miss."

Xin Yan's eyes narrowed, her face was in the snow and snow, and she showed her red red.

"Little brother, you have created a legend!"

Tang Tong's excitement was a bit incoherent. After seeing Lin Yun, he rushed over.

The sword pavilion is all jubilant.

Legend?

The tenth floor of the Baodian is just a dream. You can see the joyful look of everyone. Lin Yun smiled, no.

Luo Feng and careless, took a group of elders to step by, and laughed: "Lin Yun, wounded."

Kill the ten floors of the Palace of Baotao all the way, and the injury is inevitable.

However, when Lin Yun touched the blue lotus, the injury on his body was restored at the same time.

"Thank you elder for your care, it's almost the same, basically it is not hindrance."

Lin Yunru responded.

"It's okay."

Luo Feng touched the beard and said with a smile.

After pause, Elder Luo Feng remembered something, a little on his face

Get up, Shen Sheng said: "Lin Yun, water without marks and Jing Jue, are you hurting?"
To be continued...