The white-haired old man walked as if he was integrated with the world, and every move resonated with the rhythm of Taoism.
He walked faster and faster, and afterimages appeared in the sky. He passed through the wall and felt like he was entering a deserted place.
In the secret room, the sword-browed man was always observing Lin Zhiyu's changes, unaware that a slightly rickety figure was approaching quietly from behind.
"Not bad, not bad!" The white-haired old man became more and more happy as he watched, and couldn't help but applaud.
The sword-browed man was horrified. Only he and the great elder held the key to this secret room in the clan, and it was protected by several formations. Once someone stepped in, the police would be triggered, attracting terrifying forces to kill him.
Lin Tian turned around and saw that an old man with white eyebrows and white beard was staring intently at Lin Zhiyu, who was sitting cross-legged in the middle. He was motionless and did not notice his presence at all.
Suddenly, the old man frowned and stretched out his finger. There was a green aura like emerald lingering on the fingertip.
Lin Tian was stunned as he saw it. He felt the extremely powerful life essence from the green aura, as if just one gentle sniff could increase his longevity.
Although he was surprised in his heart, he couldn't help but stepped forward to stop the old man from taking action. After all, this unknown person might have evil intentions.
The white-haired old man seemed to completely ignore his presence. With a wave of his sleeves, a strong wind blew up and knocked Lin Tian to the ground.
"That's too much!" Lin Tian gritted his teeth. This old man actually attacked him. Although he was fine, he was extremely dissatisfied. He broke into the forbidden areas of the Lin family without telling anyone, and even hurt others. How could this make him lose face to the Lin family?
The white-haired old man ignored it. He pointed slightly and saw a steady stream of extremely pure life energy pouring into Lin Zhiyu's body.
Lin Zhiyu shook violently, and the ground where he sat cross-legged began to crack. Black air evaporated from his body, and his tightly closed eyes moved slightly at this moment.
The white-haired old man's eyes suddenly became cold, staring at the figure, and shouted: "You evil beast, why don't you get out?"
He formed a seal with his hands, and saw a pure and beautiful lotus flower appeared in the air. As he waved his hand, the lotus flower hung above Lin Zhiyu's head, and then sprinkled pink light rain, falling on Lin Zhiyu.
Suddenly, Lin Zhiyu shook violently, and his skin quickly shriveled, shrank, and then fell off piece by piece.
In an instant, the fallen skin aged rapidly, and when it came into contact with the light rain, it started to spontaneously ignite, turning into extremely evil smoke floating in the air.
What's even more surprising is that the lotus actually sprouted countless tiny white threads downwards, covering his head like a layer of gauze.
"Old guy, what are you going to do?" Lin Tiantian was furious and wanted to kill the old man directly, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier between them to isolate him.
The old man changed his handprints, and the thousands of white silk threads under the lotus actually gushed out with golden luster. The luster quickly gathered into needles at the periphery, and then penetrated into various acupuncture points in Lin Zhiyu's brain. Suddenly, Lin Zhiyu let out a muffled cry, and there was something in his skin.
A large number of ferocious magic patterns poured out.
The white-haired old man looked at Ding Qing, thoughtfully, while Lin Tian walked aside and looked dumbfounded. He stopped attacking the barrier and continued to watch, as if the old man was saving him!
The white-haired old man shouted coldly, and thousands of white threads hung down like a waterfall, seeping into the magic pattern. At the same time, a gap opened in the eyebrow, and a dark insect with double horns on its head and hundreds of feet in its abdomen emerged from
Crawled out of it, and the ferocious demon pattern disappeared immediately.
The white-haired old man's eyes narrowed and he said coldly: "What a despicable method. He actually planted a poisonous pot with the same bloodline so as to better seize his body!"
Immediately, the white-haired old man moved a little, and the claws exploded in the air, turning into blood mist. At the same time, the white silk threads returned to the lotus, revealing an extremely handsome face.
Lin Zhiyu opened his eyes, and there was a strong pressure in his pupils, as if he wanted to suppress everyone.
And his aura was also rising rapidly, his blood was roaring and rolling, as if there was a flame burning in the blood, and his jade-like skin was also filled with a bright luster.
"boom!"
The ground shook, and an extremely terrifying will was born. At this moment, he was like a god resurrected, the Buddha was reincarnated, his blood, muscles, and tendons continued to erupt with "bang bang" sounds, and the surrounding spiritual energy gathered towards him crazily, forming a wave with him as the center.
storm.
"The second level of blood soul, the third level of blood soul, the fourth level of blood soul..."
Finally, when reaching the fifth level of blood soul, this sublimation and transformation disappears.
His breath returned to calmness. At this moment, he was rich and majestic, and his eyes were like black gems, shining with arrogance and unruly.
He raised his eyes and looked at the white-haired old man. He was not panicked at all, but instead felt an eagerness to fight.
The white-haired old man laughed loudly at this moment, extremely happy, as if a peerless magic weapon had fallen in front of him.
"Zhi...Zhiyu?" Lin Tian said tremblingly. He was a little unbelievable that this legendary figure with unparalleled talent was actually standing in front of him at this moment.
Lin Zhiyu felt Lin Tian's gaze, and there was a trace of emotion in his face, and asked: "Are you... Xiao Tian'er? The youngest son of the patriarch!"
Lin Tian nodded, his eyes wandering, looking at this amazing and talented person, he actually felt ashamed, as if he could not be as good as him even if he practiced for a lifetime.
At this moment, at the door of the secret room, a figure stood quietly. He looked at him from a distance. When the latter saw his face, his face twitched slightly, and his body as straight as a gun also bent.
He came down and said excitedly: "Brother!"
The person standing next to the door was the eldest elder of the Lin family. He had sensed the movement in the secret room earlier and hurried over.
Lin Hu looked at each other speechlessly, tears falling down his cheeks. This was the first thing his brother said to him in more than 20 years.
"Brother, don't cry." Lin Zhiyu walked over and hugged the figure standing by the door. At the same time, his eyes were a little moist.
"Little brother, my father worked hard for you and died of illness. Now, I will never let you leave my side again." Lin Hu hit Lin Zhiyu hard on the back and said sadly.
Lin Zhiyu nodded. The dark and lonely life in the clan tower made him extremely attached to this sudden warmth.
At this time, the white-haired old man coughed slightly, breaking the situation. At the same time, he flicked his sleeves and removed the invisible barrier that isolated Lin Tian.
Lin Tian walked forward, raised his hands to the white-haired old man and said, "Thank you, senior, for saving me. I have offended you a lot before, so please forgive me."
"No visit!" the white-haired old man said lightly. At the same time, he turned his eyes to Lin Zhiyu. His previous rapid increase in strength was somewhat beyond his expectation. It seemed that it was the effect of his physical constitution.
Lin Hu also looked at the figure of the white-haired old man, knelt down on one knee, and said gratefully: "The kindness of the elders will be unforgettable to the younger generation. I am willing to work as a cow or a horse in the next life to repay my elders."
The white-haired old man quickly helped him up. At the same time, he walked sideways and stood in front of Lin Zhiyu.
Lin Zhiyu was about to speak, but was interrupted by the white-haired old man, and a voice full of domineering majesty sounded in the air.
"Lin Zhiyu, are you willing to be my disciple and inherit my legacy?!" (To be continued)