Whether it was a coincidence or something, the waves formed by the chaotic energy almost all hit these ferocious gadfly beasts. Suddenly, a wail came from the chaotic energy.
Ling Lin's face was slightly dull. The air of chaos was permeating the place, and it was almost a vast area of chaos. However, looking at the gadfly beasts that were beginning to die in large numbers under the waves formed by the energy of chaos, Ling Lin's pupils were...
Suddenly shrank.
He suddenly discovered that the energy of chaos that permeated the surroundings actually had such powerful power. You need to know how powerful the defense of these gadfly beasts was. Even Ling Lin was spending a lot of energy to launch a rapid attack.
It took a lot of time to kill, but only half of it was solved.
However, at this time, under the impact of the waves formed by the power of chaos, most of the entire group of gadfly beasts died in an instant. This power made Ling Lin twitch the corners of his eyes slightly. This caused a large number of deaths to the group of gadfly beasts.
The chaotic energy is only a very small part of this chaotic land. Ling Lin can hardly imagine how powerful it would be if all the chaotic energy in such a chaotic land burst out.
Take a breath of air.
"Even the monks in the Broken Yuan Realm can easily kill them." Ling Lin whispered to himself. The more he thought about it, the more worried he felt in his heart. Seeing that he was desperately chasing him before, he was now surrounded by a large number of deaths.
There was no joy in Ling Lin's heart at seeing the ferocious gadfly beast. Instead, there was only a hint of worry about the unknown and a strong sense of fear.
He was afraid that the next moment he would become the ferocious gadfly beast he was now. At the same time, Ling Lin frowned slightly. Although the Ninth Temple was dangerous, what he encountered was also too dangerous. If we talk about the third
It is still extremely dangerous to choose one of the fifty giant bronze doors at a time. If you choose the wrong one, you will die. So here, looking at the surging energy of chaos, Ling Lin became even more nervous.
The Ninth Temple was made of opportunities and dangers. When Ling Lin recalled his experiences, it seemed that what he encountered was not only dangers but also dangers. However, the so-called opportunities, treasures and elixirs were not even seen.
All this was floating in Ling Lin's heart like a mist, making him a little worried and at the same time extremely vigilant.
It seems that he is a little different from others in the Ninth Temple...
The neighing sound belonging to the gadfly beast is still there, but compared with before, this neighing sound is obviously much weaker, and more importantly, there is a touch of extremely human panic in these weak neighing sounds.
However, after a few breaths, a large wave formed by chaotic energy crashed in again, drowning the last few ferocious gadfly beasts, and the frightened neighing sound completely disappeared from the world.
The gadfly beast disappeared, the chaotic energy calmed down again, and the surrounding area fell into an eerie silence.
Ling Lin was alert in his heart, his consciousness spread out, and even his devouring divine power emerged, repelling all the chaotic energy around him. After seeing the fate of these gadfly ferocious beasts, Ling Lin did not dare to let these chaotic energy get close to his body again.
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"Return."
At this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded in Ling Lin's ear. The voice sounded like someone was talking in Ling Lin's ear, but looking around, there was a vast chaos. Where did the figure come from?
!
His mind suddenly tightened, Ling Lin's face became solemn, and the consciousness surrounding him suddenly swept out. However, at this moment, Ling Lin's expression changed. His body could not move! The space around him was even more intense.
There were ripples immediately.
Ling Lin's body quickly became illusory, and then disappeared directly from the spot. Before disappearing, the only thought in Ling Lin's mind was: Someone was forcibly moving him there!
If Ling Lin used all his strength to forcibly move a person who didn't know how far away, he could barely do it. However, the strength of the person being forcibly moved must be much lower than his own, and the area must be within Ling Lin's spiritual consciousness.
Only within reach. Although he has never tried it, Ling Lin estimates that his maximum limit is to forcefully move the monks who are half-step into the void realm within the shroud of spiritual consciousness.
But right now, it is Ling Lin himself who is being forcibly moved over. Being able to forcefully move him over means that he can be easily killed.
Who is forcibly moving themselves there?
In the dim cave, the energy of chaos filled the air. At this moment, in the cave that had not changed for tens of millions of years, a silvery-white light suddenly rose. In the silver light, Ling Lin's figure appeared.
.
"You came."
Hoarse words floated faintly, and they were fixed in mid-air by iron chains. The thin figure raised his cloudy eyes and looked at Ling Lin who walked out of the silver light.
Stepping out of the silver light, the cold iron chains that covered almost the entire cave instantly caught Ling Lin's eyes. When he saw the thin figure hanging in the air with the iron chains pierced through his body, Ling Lin's pupils suddenly shrank.
When his eyes came into contact with the turbid eyes of the thin figure, Ling Lin's heart trembled violently. He quickly looked away. Although Ling Lin's heart was trembling, his expression remained calm. He lowered his head slightly and said,
"Excuse me, senior, why did you move me here?"
"Purple Blood Sword, long time no see." The low and hoarse voice sounded again. This time, the thin figure did not look at Ling Lin, but looked at the Purple Blood Sword in Ling Lin's hand, "You were also hit hard.
Already."
"It turns out that a new sword spirit was born." Looking at the purple blood sword in Ling Lin's hand, broken images seemed to flash through the eyes of the thin figure, "That's right, you were completely shattered in that battle.
Now, I feel your breath in this sword spirit. This can be regarded as a kind of inheritance in the sword spirit."
As the thin figure spoke, a figure gradually emerged from the Purple Blood Sword. Zi Lin's slightly illusory figure seemed a little confused. He stared blankly at the thin figure chained up by the iron chain. Zi Lin seemed to be murmuring: "So familiar.
Feeling..." The confusion in his eyes became more intense, and gradually, a hint of pain emerged in the confusion. His two little hands held his head in pain, and Zi Lin's childish voice sounded again, "I can't think of it.
Get up, Zilin doesn’t remember who you are..."
"Zilin!" Ling Lin whispered, looking at Zi Lin squatting on the ground holding his head, his face a little uneasy, and with a wave of his sleeves, Zi Lin was sent back into the Purple Blood Sword, carefully guarding against this thin figure.
At the same time, Ling Lin sent out a ray of consciousness to comfort Zi Lin.
"It seems that I have inherited part of its consciousness." Watching Ling Lin quietly put Zi Lin into the Purple Blood Sword, the thin figure sighed with emotion.
"Senior, do you know the owner of this Purple Blood Sword?" After calming Zi Lin's emotions, Ling Lin looked at the thin figure in front of him, his eyes flashed, and he spoke carefully.
"The owner of the Purple Blood Sword..." A faint, whispering voice sounded. The thin figure looked at the Purple Blood Sword in Ling Lin's hand blankly, and the faint words seemed to float from ancient times, "He used to be this
The most dazzling prodigy in the world holds the purple sword in his hand, stained with the blood of the blue sky, and his name of killing resounds throughout the world. Even the legendary limit that cannot be crossed cannot stop him at all. His subordinates are even more powerful.
Crowds gathered, coming from all directions..."
There was a trace of pride in the eyes of the skinny figure, and even the body that exuded the aura of death suddenly glowed with a trace of life at this moment, as if it had returned to the prosperous era in the memory. But at the next moment, the body of the skinny figure suddenly shook, and the body was even more...
He struggled violently, and a thunderous roar burst out from his mouth: "Heaven!"
Wow…
Like running water, and like a metal collision, the iron chains trembled violently, and the blood-red talisman on the face of the thin figure also appeared again. The momentum of the whole body relaxed, and the whole figure seemed to have been drained away.
Strength. The thin figure slumped down, quietly, letting the iron chains that penetrated it hang it in mid-air.
"He is dead, completely fallen..." As if he had exhausted all his strength, the weak voice of the thin figure was very soft, but it still reached Ling Lin's ears.
There is silence all around.
The iron chain stopped trembling when the skinny figure slumped down, and the blood-red talisman also dissipated. However, the skinny figure lowered his head and stopped talking. But Ling Lin was still immersed in shock at this time.
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Although he knew that the owner of this purple blood sword must be a peerless strong man, even a being in the realm of immortality, after hearing the words of the skinny figure, Ling Lin knew that he was still wrong. The skinny figure had a proud expression before.
The words still seemed to echo in my ears.
Holding the purple sword in hand, stained with the blood of the blue sky... Breaking through the legendary limit... Coming from all directions...
It's hard to imagine what kind of power this is. Even though these are just a few words spat out from the mouth of the thin figure, Ling Lin seems to be able to see scenes of passionate scenes from endless years ago across space and time.
My heart was agitated.
Just a few words that I associate with have this kind of magic. It’s hard to imagine how you would feel if you were really in that situation. This kind of pride has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.
It is in the soul and cannot be destroyed forever.
"He is the Divine Lord and the owner of the Purple Blood Sword." Ling Lin recovered from the shock and spoke softly. At the same time, Ling Lin lowered his head and stared at the Purple Blood Sword in his hand. He knew that in his hand,
This purple blood sword must have been the most dazzling color in the world before endless years. But now, it is far from its former glory.
"How did he die?" Ling Lin suddenly spoke, his eyes fixed on the thin figure. This is the question that Ling Lin is most concerned about!