Chapter 742
Lin Yun’s gaze swept across the four directions, and for a while, anyone who was swept by his gaze suddenly became icy like an ice cave, shivering, and fear filled his heart for no reason.
“Leave three Xiwu flowers, otherwise no one will want to leave. If there are no Xiwu flowers, leave the storage bag. After you find them, come to me to change them.”
Yugumi Flower!
Whoever comes to this dry sea, doesn’t know about Xiwu flowers, but who would deliberately look for such flowers?
Most of them just took it off when they saw it.
The huge dry sea, ancient relics can be seen everywhere, and the treasures of heaven and earth are endless. It is simply unreasonable for them to find Xiwuhua.
For a time, the dozens of people who were lured by the burial foil were so angry.
They didn’t come here for the Xiwuhua, but for the tomb of King Xingjun, and for the treasures of heaven and earth in the dry sea.
Although Lin Yun was a little scary, he injured two Yang Profound Realm Dacheng people with a single sword, but he only had one pair of hands when so many people had to leave.
“Sorry, I don’t have time to wait to find you Xiwuhua!”
“Want us to find you Xiwuhua for free, do you treat us as fools?”
“Leave storage bags? Go dreaming!”
“We are straightforward, ignore him!”
That suppressed anger, after someone took the lead, immediately caused a burst of noise.
Whoosh!
Dozens of figures suddenly rose into the air, each spread out their body skills, and ran towards the four directions.
Lin Yun touched his wrist, and the burial sword was tightly attached to his arm. He made a seal on his left hand, and said softly, “If you don’t leave flowers, then you will be dead!”
With so many people, it’s not good to go away in vain, and his burial sword is still pointing to this group of people.
It’s like refining and refining can’t hold water, just like the sun and the moon can’t hold in the sky!
As soon as the left hand was printed, a monstrous killing intent that merged with the vast sword power shrouded in an instant.
Under this killing intent, the air was as sticky, making the people who rose into the sky seem to be mired in a quagmire.
“Damn it, what’s the matter?”
“I can’t move it!”
“hateful!”
A group of people who were scattered and rushed, suddenly panicked, struggling desperately.
Lin Yun didn’t give these people much chance. When the killing intent was seven times, he punched out.
The Seven Kills of Buddhism!
The fists burst, and the sect disciples in mid-air suffered heavy blows on the spot, vomiting blood to the ground. As for the many ancient buildings nearby, every component was crushed into powder under these fists.
Swaying lightly with the wind, the ash is annihilated.
When the dust is gone, the Tsing Yi boy standing in the wind, his clothes agitated, and his domineering look filled his body.
One punch, just one punch, caused these dozens of people to be hit hard on the spot.
This is the power of the Buddhism Seven Killing Seals, which can make a person’s killing intent multiply, not only from one to seven, but one to two, two to four, four to eight…when it stacks up to seven times , That killing intent will reach a terrifying point.
What’s more, in this killing intent, Lin Yun’s innate sword intent was also integrated,
Lin Yun also left his hand. If the consummated innate sword intent of the pinnacle were to be sacrificed, there would be no one living in front of him.
“Xiwuhua, I have, I have.”
The burly man half-kneeling beside Lin Yun shuddered at the sight of the power of this punch, and in panic took out three Xiwu flowers from his storage bag.
Lin Yun glanced at it and said faintly: “You can go now.”
Whoosh!
The burly man ran away in relief.
The man in the yellow shirt beside him gritted his teeth and said: “I only have one.”
“Leave the storage bag, find the remaining two, and I will return you.”
Lin Yun stretched out his hand, unceremoniously, and took down his storage bag. The man in the yellow shirt suddenly said angrily: “You!”
“Um?”
Lin Yun looked up, and with only one glance, the person swallowed the words alive.
“I’ll find it for you!”
The man in the yellow shirt dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and turned around on the spot, just thinking that after he found Xiwuhua, he would never see Lin Yun again. The strongest two succumbed in front of Lin Yun, and the rest of the sect disciples naturally did not dare to be presumptuous anymore.
After a while, all the people who were quite hard-mouthed just now went to find Xi Wuhua obediently.
With the storage bag being held by Lin Yun, these people looked for it very hard, and within two days they found a hundred Xiwu flowers.
The sword box was covered with the four-color petals of Xiwuhua, and when the funeral sword was placed in it.
It can be seen with the naked eye, and a condensed fragrance is injected into the sword.
“Before you find the Xingjun ancient tomb, you should be able to promote the funeral foil to the treasure.”
Lin Yun’s eyes showed expectation. If the funeral foil can be promoted to the treasure, it will definitely be reborn and become more powerful.
time to go.
With a flash of figure, Lin Yun landed on the highest point of the dilapidated building complex and looked around. The endless horizon is full of dilapidated palaces, collapsed attics, and the ancient and desolate atmosphere, permeating this ancient relic that was obscured by yellow sand.
Although he has seen similar scenes in many secret realms, every time he sees it, it still makes people feel shocked.
In that era, how brilliant was the golden age of martial arts?
But after a catastrophe, nothing was left after the war, only this fragmented relic was telling the flourishing age of the year in the wind.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Under the display of the Seven Profound Steps, Lin Yun was glowing with a faint golden light, like a golden crow with outstretched wings, hovering in the ruins, overlooking all directions.
It can be found that there are still many sect disciples in the ruins, scattered everywhere.
From time to time, I could hear the sound of fierce fighting, Lin Yun didn’t feel it, and ran forward all the way.
Huh?
Just when Lin Yun was about to leave the ruins, his complexion changed slightly, and after a few ups and downs, he turned back in front of a piece of broken rubble. In front of it, there is a slow creep of quicksand, if you don’t pay attention, you will miss it on the spot.
If you guessed it correctly, this should be the entrance to a certain underground palace.
With long sleeves like clouds, Lin Yunyang waved his hand, and the nearby rubble and other broken pieces were swept away.
The vision suddenly became clear, and the flowing water in all directions was like a funnel, trying to block a certain hole. In a moment, this funnel is going to be completely blocked.
Kushuohai itself is a relic of an ancient battlefield, and it is normal that there is a underground palace in it.
Many real treasures were also found in the underground palace. Compared with the underground palace, the danger of the surface is not the same.
After hesitating for a moment, before the underground palace closed, Lin Yun slammed into it.
Wow!
The moment it fell, it was like falling into an abyss, hanging in the air, falling continuously. This feeling is somewhat similar to the small teleportation array that Lin Yun has experienced in the past. When he really falls, he may have gone to a very distant place.
Lin Yun’s entire body was completely wrapped in sand, constantly squeezed, and the quicksand brought him to unknown places like ocean waves.
Amidst anxiety, people have a faint expectation.
rock!
I don’t know how long it has passed, Lin Yun’s body was suspended, and he kept falling, and he was slightly relieved when the soles of his feet stepped on the ground.
This dry sea is as strange as the legend says, and it is never certain where the quicksand will eventually be taken.
Looking around, Lin Yun found that the surrounding environment was quite dim. He was in an artificial tunnel with hard walls on both sides, and it felt quite cold to the touch.