Chapter 387

The next morning, Lin Yun opened his eyes.

I only felt that my whole body was relaxed, and the internal and external injuries were not in pain, and I was in a very stable state.

Before, he fought with people, except for terrifying trauma. There are also many internal injuries, and the internal organs are all traumatized to varying degrees.

Move a little bit, the whole body hurts.

But at the time of the war, I couldn't control these things. After the war, all the pain and pain would come exponentially.

This sleep made him completely relaxed, and with the spiritual fluid in the gauze, the physical injury was already 50% better.

Martial artists do not need to sleep, they can meditate and practice.

For warriors, sleeping is often a luxury, and Lin Yun has not slept in the Magic Lotus Secret Realm.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare.

But in fact, the benefits of sleep to the body, especially the spiritual level of cultivation, have great benefits.

A smile appeared on Lin Yun's face, but Senior Sister was thoughtful.

After getting up and getting dressed, seeing that the main force has not been dispatched, guessing that they should leave at noon.

Not in a hurry at the moment, take out four items from the storage bag.

A bottle of Cold Cloud Pill, a pot of four-grade wine, a yellow hidden sword gourd, and an ancient treasure named Residual Blood.

Coming out of the magic lotus secret realm, there are countless treasures on his body.

But in the end, it was all handed in. Zongmen protects him comprehensively, fights the four sects desperately for him, and he will not return this favor.

Besides, he has gained enough in the secret realm, and no one can match him.

The sword-wielding elder asked him to choose, and he chose Han Yundan, famous wine and hidden sword gourd.

The residual blood knife was forcibly stuffed to him by the sword-wielding elder.

Thinking of this, Lin Yun smiled, but the sect didn't want to see him suffer too much.

It is said that no one in the sword pavilion uses a knife, but anyone who understands the value of this knife needs no words.

He has been cultivated for a long time, and it is estimated that he will not be able to improve, and it is not very useful to ask for other medicinal herbs.

However, the Ziyuan Sword Art is at the peak of the eighth level, and there is still a chance to go further. This Cold Cloud Pill will have miraculous effects.

Right now, he is most interested in this hidden sword gourd, which is a very rare secret treasure.

Secret treasures are different from Baobing Baojia, which refers to all kinds of strange treasures, such as rings, exquisite towers, mirrors and treasure tripods.

First drop the blood to recognize the master, and leave his own brand, and this hidden sword gourd really belongs to him.

Hidden sword gourd, also known as sword raising gourd, can rhyme and raise the quality of the sword, and also allow the sword to accumulate sharpness, ready to go, and use the sword to kill the enemy.

Pulling the stopper off, the narrow gourd mouth suddenly spewed out a sharp and sharp energy.

Inside the tent, there were gusts of cold wind blowing and howling.

But it has its own shape, and it does not have the sharpness and vigor that I imagined, and it is quite unappealing.

Lin Yun guessed that he wanted this hidden sword gourd to really play its magic. I am afraid that it is indispensable. To pay some resources, it should cost a lot of Lingyu.

Without hesitation, he took out a piece of second-grade spiritual jade and threw it in.

Click!

But Lingyu was in it, swaying a few times, and after being crushed, she vomited out.

"This……"

Lin Yun pinched his chin, guessing in his heart that Lingyu might not be able to activate this treasure gourd.

His eyes swept away and landed on the pot of four-grade wine.

With a flash of light in his mind, he took the wine and poured it down at the mouth of the gourd.

Whoa!

When the mellow and clear wine is poured into the gourd, the yellow Tibetan sword gourd suddenly emits a blue light, crystal clear.

I'm in trouble...

The four-grade famous wine is much rarer than Lingyu, and this gourd is a wine gourd.

After the wine in the pot was filled, the hidden sword gourd became a little heavy in Lin Yun's hands.

But it is far from enough. Even one-tenth of the capacity of the treasure gourd is not large. The seemingly small gourd has a large appetite.

After thinking about it, I took out a few jars of monkey wine and filled ten jars before filling the hidden sword gourd half full.

"Almost enough."

Lin Yun pondered secretly, the rest was to keep the sword, and the gourd had to store a sword.

In addition to the burial foil, there are some mysterious soldiers in his storage bag. They were all leftovers after beheading opponents, which he disliked but it was a pity to throw away.

Swish swish!

In the storage bag, with a light tap, Lin Yun took out seven long swords in a row, all of which were mid-grade Xuanbing.

For sect disciples, it is a good sword.

"receive!"

He poured the real essence into the treasure gourd, and the hidden sword gourd suddenly glowed, and a majestic suction force spurted out.

But this suction force swept the seven-handled mysterious soldiers in a circle, and then died down.

The long sword trembled for a moment, then calmed down.

Not enough quality?

Just when Lin Yun was puzzled, the hidden sword gourd in his hand burst into light, and a majestic suction force fell on the residual blood.

Clang!

The dim light flickered, and the cold light overflowed, and I saw a flicker of shock, and the residual blood that came out of the sheath ended up in the treasure gourd in an instant.

Lin Yun was thoughtful, and Xuanbing didn't like this gourd. As long as it's a treasure, no matter the sword, just put it away first.

Covering the stopper, Lin Yun sensed that the breath of the residual blood knife was constantly merging with the treasure gourd.

In the gourd, an incomparably mysterious formation was activated, and the residual blood knife soaked in the wine was tempered again and again.

Lin Yun tried to sacrifice the treasured saber in the gourd, but encountered resistance.

Come to think of it, it's not time yet.

For a while, he was afraid that he could not figure out the doorway. He estimated that this hidden sword gourd might have a great origin.

In the future, when his strength improves, he will slowly understand.

At noon, all members of High Heaven Sword Pavilion set off on the road to return to the sect.

Lin Yun put away the hidden sword gourd, mounted the blood dragon horse, and followed the group. Compared to the heyday at the time, the current High Heaven Sword Pavilion is mostly wounded.

Facing the threat in the Silent Mountains, I had to be a lot more careful.

The sky was dense with thunderclouds, and the environment was harsh. From time to time in the mountains, shrill and brutal beast roars could be heard.

The monsters at the core of the Silent Mist Mountains are quite terrifying, and no one dares to take it lightly.

It is also a common occurrence to encounter the Zifu monster. In the previous war, Jiange had already killed and injured many people and could no longer bear the loss of the dead.

The sword-wielding elder walked in front of the team the whole time, and if something was wrong, he would pull out the Xiaoyun sword.

Ten days later, in the mountains and forests ahead, a gray fog enveloped them, blocking everyone's way. The fog contained a very terrifying toxin, the core of the poisonous fog whistled, and the thunder flashed. Accompanied by the terrifying beast roar, it was heart-wrenching and nervous.

Lin Yun frowned slightly, he remembered this place and was quite impressed.

This place is the domain of a monster beast of the king of the Zifu realm, and it is the only way between the sect and the wasteland of annihilation.

If you detour, it will take several times more time.

At that time, it was the sword-wielding elder who took the shot, and with the unpredictable power of the Xiaoyun sword, it knocked back the king monster of the Zifu realm.

Right in front of the team, looking at the sect elder in the vast poisonous mist in front of him, his face seemed a little dignified.

On the way back, the most difficult stage is this place.

"Let's take a detour..."

Luo Feng looked at the sword-wielding elder and said softly.

Others don't know, but he knows that the sword-wielding elders fought against the others in the deserted wasteland that day. It seems to be tyrannical, but in fact the injury is not light, but it is impossible to show it in front of everyone.

During the return journey, the sword-wielding elder was likely to be killed or injured, and he drew his sword several times regardless of the injury.

Its strength is much worse than its peak state, and it would be a little dangerous to shake off this Zifu monster.

"You can't take a detour. Once you take a detour, you have to walk for half a month. I always have a bad premonition along the way. I have to return to the sect as soon as possible to feel at ease."

The sword-wielding elder pondered for a moment and said.

The other elders did not agree, and thought it would be better to take a detour, not afraid of spending more time.

At the back of the team, Tang Tong and Lin Yun felt that something was wrong.

"Why did you stop?"

Tang Tong rode on the beast steed with a puzzled look on his face.

"I'm afraid there will be a dispute."

Lin Yun was thoughtful and said softly.

After all, they are the king monsters in the Purple Palace Realm. Once they can't knock back the opponent, the opponent's madness will cause great losses to the team.

Deep in his heart, he thought further, I am afraid that the sword-wielding elder would not be able to exert his full strength.

Otherwise, there is no need for the other elders to argue.

An uneasy feeling permeated between the Jiange deacon and his disciples.

Roar!

Suddenly, a shrill and loud beast roar rang out from the depths of the poisonous fog. The ground trembled violently, lightning flashed in the fog, and lightning flashed everywhere.

Before I understood what was going on, a head came out of the fog.

It was the head of a demon snake, but this head was incomparably huge, with sharp horns on the head, and the skin like a dry purple rock. The scarlet eyes swept across the crowd like cold electricity, and then stared at the sword-wielding elder.

The monster beasts and horses under the crowd were all panicked under the pressure of the opponent's evil spirit.

Fear pervades everyone's heart. This monster has recognized the sword-wielding elder!