The person in front of me turned out to be Lin Bei, the ancient demon who once destroyed the entire world and died at the hands of Zhong Wen not long ago!
"You are young, but your memory is not very good."
Lin Bei chuckled and said, "Didn't I say that the Chaos Clock and I have merged into one body? I am the clock and the clock is me. If the Chaos Clock is here, of course I will be here too."
Could it be...a weapon spirit?
Zhong Wen's pupils shrank suddenly, and such a thought could not help but appear in his mind.
"Listen to that girl, this is your spiritual world?"
Lin Bei didn't seem to notice his emotions and kept talking to himself, "Yes, yes, there are flowers, grass, trees and water. The environment is very good. It's perfect to live there and take care of yourself."
"What the hell..."
As soon as he heard that Lin Bei wanted to keep it in his mind, Zhong Wen immediately said anxiously, "You still have the nerve to stay here with me? What a beautiful idea!"
"You seem to be a very smart person, why do you say such stupid things?"
Lin Bei still had a smile on his face, seemingly without any hostility, "How much is face worth? What do you want it for?"
Zhong Wen: “…..”
At this time, Lin Bei was not in Xiao Wenjian's body, but had returned to his appearance ten thousand years ago. He was quite handsome, gentle and peaceful, with no murderous aura or hostility on his body. He looked like a handsome uncle. If he were placed outside, , enough to charm a large number of ignorant girls who are not familiar with the world, how can they look like a devil?
"Besides, it was you who killed me, not me who killed you."
But I heard Lin Bei continue to say, "I will live here with you after my death. What's the point of being embarrassed?"
"You deserve it."
Zhong Wen gritted his teeth and said, "It's your own fault!"
"Why are you so excited?"
Lin Bei waved his hand gently, pointed behind him, and said with a smile, "You are exactly the same as that girl. I don't know why Ling'er chose you. If she were with me, why would she have to suffer so much and suffer so much fatigue? "
That girl?
Zhong Wen ignored his sarcastic remarks and instinctively looked in the direction of his finger. The scene inside the room stunned him, and he could hardly believe his eyes.
Is this still that room?
Isn’t this a big deal?
He was surprised to find that the "Xinhua Sutra Pavilion", which was originally the size of two football fields, has now become even wider and is comparable to the Daqian Palace.
Right in front of the entrance is the same bookshelf that houses the three innate spiritual treasures and numerous classical books. It is just longer, wider, and taller than before. The storage space is no longer the same. The vacated shelves are larger than those already occupied. I don’t know how many times more it will be.
In front of the bookshelf, four more tables appeared at some point. They were made of sandalwood and had a simple shape. Each of them had a small incense burner placed on them, but there was no smoke coming out.
Each table is surrounded by four wooden stools of the same style. From a distance, it looks a bit like a library.
If the extra "furniture" is not magical, then what makes Zhong Wen even more stunned is the layout on both sides of the room.
What was originally a simple and empty single room was actually divided into six small rooms, three on each side, neatly symmetrical, and the front door of each room on the left was marked with Chinese characters.
Zhong Wen glanced around and saw that the door of the first room on his left was marked with the words "Yan Xiaoxiao", and the second door only had the word "Yan Zu" marked on it.
As for the third room, there is no doubt that Lin Bei's name is written on it.
The three innate spiritual treasures, or the artifact spirits of the chaotic artifact, actually each have their own room!
It's just that the giant rat's official certified name is still Yanzu, and the "little treasure" he forced into his hands has obviously not been recognized.
As a result, the golden finger that originally belonged to Zhong Wen turned out to be like an inn, and the guests living in it were even more bizarre.
A beauty, a mouse, and a devil.
People often use "the mind is a mess" to describe a person who cannot sort out his thoughts, but now Zhong Wen's mind is extremely busy, and it is truly "a mess" in the literal sense.
At this time, Yan Xiaoxiao was not in his room, but standing not far from the main door. He was glaring at Lin Bei with a pair of bright and moving eyes. The waves in his chest were rising and falling violently, as if he was very angry.
.
"Senior Sister Yan."
Zhong Wen's heart tightened, thinking that Lin Bei had done something to her, so he quickly asked anxiously, "What happened?"
"it's okay no problem."
Before Yan Xiaoxiao could speak, Lin Bei rushed to answer, "My niece Yan and I had a great conversation just now. I couldn't help it and made a few comments about the heroes of the world. Maybe I spoke too bluntly, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
"
"what did you say?"
Zhong Wen's face darkened and he asked coldly.
"I say that the qualifications of brothers Yan Jin and Yan Quan are mediocre."
Lin Beiyun replied calmly, "I have practiced for so many years, and I am older than me, but in the end I only fell into the second-rate realm, wasting the great resources of the 'Fire Emperor Sect'..."
"boom!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Zhong Wen's fist had already struck him in the face with lightning speed, with a speed and decisiveness comparable to that of a star at the Oscars.
"boom!"
Even in the consciousness of Zhong Wen, the power of Zhong Wen's punch should not be underestimated. With a loud noise, Lin Bei's body flew backwards like an arrow, and hit the bookshelf hard.
I don’t know how many books were knocked down by the crackling sound.
However, a strange scene happened.
After receiving such a violent punch from Zhong Wen, Lin Bei quickly got up and patted the corner of his clothes symbolically. There was no trace of pain on his face.
Even the books that fell down somehow reappeared on the bookshelf, as if they had a file-reading function.
"He is indeed a passionate seed."
Lin Bei laughed and said, "But the power of your punch just now seemed a bit weak. Could it be that I punched too hard before and your soul hasn't recovered yet?"
When he revealed his state in one word, Zhong Wen's expression froze and his face became increasingly ugly, but he was helpless.
Just as Lin Bei said, his soul is extremely weak now. Even if he can keep moving in his own consciousness, it is already very difficult. The punch just now seemed powerful, but in fact it was strong on the outside and had no lethality at all.
"Zhong Wen, is what he said true?"
Hearing Lin Bei's words, Yan Xiaoxiao immediately became nervous. He quickly came to Zhong Wen's side, gently held his arm, and asked tenderly with concern on his face, "Are you okay?"
"The injury has indeed not recovered yet."
Zhong Wen didn't hide anything, but deliberately downplayed the extent of the injury and said with a forced smile, "But it's nothing serious. It should be able to heal in a few days."
"Isn't the injury to the soul a trivial matter?"
Before Yan Xiaoxiao could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Lin Bei shaking his head and saying with a strange tone, "If there is no soul cultivation technique, even if you lie down for ten thousand years, you will not be able to recover. It will only get worse and worse."
If you lose your soul, you will become a walking zombie; if it is worse, you will spiral into the sky and die, it will be difficult, difficult, difficult!"
When he said this, Yan Xiaoxiao suddenly felt gloomy, and his face showed a strong look of worry again.
Damn Lin Bei!
Zhong Wen secretly hated him for talking too much and was so angry that his teeth itched, but for a moment he didn't know what to do with him.
"Meeting each other can be regarded as fate."
However, Lin Bei seemed completely unaware of their emotions and kept talking to himself, "How about I activate the Chaos Clock and heal your soul?"
"Do you have this ability?"
Zhong Wen suddenly turned his head and stared at him closely.
"No." Lin Bei answered firmly.
Zhong Wen: “…..”
"Is this interesting to you?"
Seeing Zhong Wen being molested, Yan Xiaoxiao immediately blushed and scolded, "Isn't this boring?"
"Niece Yan, you don't know something."
Lin Bei suddenly looked aggrieved and said, "Originally I could heal souls, but I had a big fight with this guy earlier and he was too cruel, forcing me to exhaust the energy of the Chaos Clock. Now this treasure has become a
It’s an empty shell, and I don’t know how long it will take to recover…”
The technique of cultivating the soul...
Wait, look at my pig brain!
Don’t I have the skills to cultivate my soul?
While Lin Bei was messing around and chattering endlessly, Zhong Wen kept thinking about his previous words. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and his eyes gradually lit up.
Nourishing Soul Sutra!
This magical soul technique once helped him repair the defects caused by soul travel, but because the cultivation progress was too slow and was not as refreshing as directly absorbing the soul body, it was gradually forgotten by him as time went by.
Unexpectedly, Lin Beileng's cynicism made him remember this seemingly inconspicuous soul skill again, but it was actually infinitely useful.
For the current predicament, this technique is really suitable.
With the answer in his mind, Zhong Wen immediately felt much more relaxed, and the gloomy look on his face disappeared. Just as he was about to retort to Lin Bei, his eyes accidentally fell on the bookshelf panel in the distance.
"Complete mission 2: Collect three innate spiritual treasures. Please draw lots to get the mission rewards: 1. Treasure Map; 2. Surprise or surprise; 3. Sword Art of No Confusion."
A line of eye-catching small characters immediately jumped into his sight.