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Chapter 552: Ten Thousand Years of Cold Iron



After leaving Barren Mountain, Lin San returned to Xiuxian Street again, planning to go to Ziyun Pavilion to talk to Mu Yunfeng about the demon pill.

Ziyun Pavilion is a three-story jade attic with a pointed top and a wide bottom, resembling a pyramid.

The disciple guarding the door had already received the order and led Lin San to the third floor, then opened the door to the eastmost room.

The room was quiet, no one was there.

"Where is Fellow Taoist Mu Yun," Lin San asked doubtfully.

"My master is dealing with things and will be here soon. Senior, please wait a moment," the gatekeeper disciple poured Lin San a cup of tea and then exited the room.

Lin San clasped his hands behind his back and slowly looked at the layout of the room.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, but Mu Yunfeng still didn't come.

Lin San gradually became impatient with waiting.

"Boom," the room suddenly shook violently, and then sank rapidly.

Lin San was shocked and rushed towards the door.

"Whoa," a white light curtain appeared out of thin air, directly blocking Lin San.

Lin San reacted quickly, turned around and ran towards the roof.

"Whoa," a white light curtain also shot out from the roof, blocking Lin San's escape path.

"Hey," Lin San pulled out two demon-slaying knives and slashed them at the white light curtain above his head.

"Boo," the white light curtain suddenly recessed into two deep grooves. After Lin San took away the Demon-Conquering Knife, the two deep grooves slowly expanded and returned to their original shape.

Such a tough white light curtain, Lin San frowned, just when he was about to release Li Huo to burn, the room suddenly stopped shaking, "Crack, click..." The surrounding walls including the roof were all shattered, revealing the dark outside. The iron plates, top, bottom, left and right, were all sealed with iron plates, without even a single gap.

Lin San swung his magic sword and struck hard on the iron plate opposite.

"Bang," there was a crisp sound of metal being delivered, but the iron plate was undamaged.

Lin San didn't believe in evil, so he took the undulating magic knife and chopped it more than a dozen times, and the chops were still in the same position, but there was still no damage to the iron plate.

"Haha... Fellow Taoist, you'd better not exert any effort. The iron plates that seal you are made of ten thousand-year-old cold iron collected from the bottom of the South China Sea. Their hardness is unparalleled in the world. Even with the use of spiritual treasures, they cannot be damaged in the slightest. ," Mu Yunfeng's laughter came from overhead.

"Mu Yunfeng," Lin San's face was extremely gloomy: "I have no enmity or enmity with you, why do you want to plot against me?"

"Fellow Taoist, before I answer you, please restore your original appearance." It turned out that Mu Yunfeng had already discovered that Lin Sanyi had changed his appearance.

Lin San frowned: "It's not necessary, right?"

"Why, up to now, Taoist friends still don't dare to show their true colors to others," Mu Yunfeng said with a smile.

Lin San remained silent.

"Actually, even if fellow Taoist doesn't restore your original appearance, I can still guess your true identity," Mu Yunfeng said suddenly.

"Oh, guess what," Lin San said lightly.

"If I guess correctly, you must be Lin San, who has become famous recently," Mu Yunfeng didn't hold back and directly said what he was thinking.

Lin San smiled: "Why do you think I am that Lin San? Just because I changed my appearance,"

"Not only because of the disguise, but also because you robbed the Shuiyun Sect's spiritual stone mine," Mu Yunfeng said proudly: "You never thought that the high-level spiritual stones you took out today had Shuiyun on them. The marks engraved on the sect, that is, because of these marked spiritual stones, I have doubts about you. As early as a few days ago, the Shuiyun Sect sent me a message and asked me to help find the marked spiritual stones. Shuiyun Sect also said that the person carrying the marked spirit stone is probably Lin San." At this point, Mu Yunfeng paused: "I am very familiar with this Lin San, and I specially ordered people to collect it. After checking the information, I also found a portrait of Lin San. Fellow Taoist, although your appearance has changed, your cultivation and figure have not changed. I can be 100% sure that you are Lin San."

Mu Yunfeng's analytical ability is really high, and he definitely has the potential to be a spy.

Lin San bared his teeth, "Damn it, I've been making trouble for a long time, something bad happened to those high-level spirit stones. I was really too careless. Why didn't I expect that the Shuiyun Sect would mark the spirit stones?"

"Fellow Daoist Lin, tell me if my analysis is correct," Mu Yunfeng said with a smile.

Lin San pouted: "Mu Yunfeng, I really underestimated you. Yes, I am Lin San." Now that things have happened, Lin San doesn't need to hide anymore. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his face a few times and recovered. Original appearance.

"Haha..." Mu Yunfeng laughed heartily: "You finally admitted that you are Lin San. My luck is really good. If I kill you, I can ask for millions of souls from Wuji Sect and Shuiyun Sect. stone and two ancient treasures, this deal is really a good deal,"

"Hmph," Lin San snorted coldly: "Just because you want to kill me is simply wishful thinking."

"I know that you have great magical powers. Even Zu Qianshou, the head of Wuji Sect, died at your hands. I think I am slightly inferior to Zu Qianshou... But I will not confront you head-on. I will use this secret room to trap you." I'll kill you," Mu Yunfeng said with a sinister smile.

What an old fox, Lin San cursed secretly.

"Okay, I've said all I need to say. Next, I'll let you experience the power of the ten thousand years of cold air." Mu Yunfeng didn't know what mechanism he had pressed, and he saw the iron plates around the secret room where Lin San was trapped slowly slowing down. A layer of white frost slowly appeared, and then the temperature of the secret room quickly became colder.

Lin San hurriedly released the defensive light shield to prevent any unexpected events.

"Lin San, please enjoy it slowly. After you freeze to death, I will hand over your body to Wuji Sect and Shuiyun Sect, haha..." Mu Yunfeng's laughter became lower and lower, it should be left.

"Hey, Mu Yunfeng, you old fool, when I get out, I will cut you into pieces and feed them to the dogs," Lin Sanda cursed.

It was quiet from above, without any echo.

"Did he really leave?" Lin San said to himself. To be on the safe side, Lin San cursed for a long time, using as many curse words as he wanted, but there was still no sound from above.

It seems that Mu Yunfeng is really gone.

Feeling the biting cold coming from all around, Lin San sneered: "Do you think you can kill me with just this cold air? Mu Yunfeng, you really underestimate me." As he spoke, Lin San swayed slightly. Trembling, a layer of scorching flames enveloped Lin San, and the cold air that surged around him was immediately forced back.

Although the Ten Thousand Years Cold Qi is powerful, it is still worse than Lihuo.

Lin San summoned thousands of Thunder Demon Bees, and gently highlighted one word in his mouth: "Go,"

"Buzz," thousands of thunder demon bees immediately rushed to the opposite wall of ten thousand years of cold iron and started biting it.

"Zi la...Zi la..." The extremely hard tens of thousands of years of cold iron was actually bitten by the evil thunder demon bees, creating countless small black holes.


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