"rise!"

He stretched out his hand and jerked upwards.

A dazzling holy light bloomed in the altar, and in that majestic light, a treasured sword slowly appeared.

"Listen to the snow!"

Lin Yun took the knife and found the word "Tingxue" on the handle, as well as an ancient mark.

"Let me see……"

Xiao Bingfeng stepped forward, took the holy soldier over, and said with a pity, "There is no artifact spirit, but it is also a thousand-pattern holy soldier, eh?"

Lin Yun took the Star God Pill as a sacrifice, and got another million Star God Pill.

Seeing Xiao Bingfeng's complicated expression, he asked, "What's the matter?"

"I think I know who they are..." Xiao Bingfeng said sadly.

"Who?"

Lin Yun was puzzled, what Xiao Bingfeng was talking about were those monsters.

"They should be descendants of some branches of Longmen. This knife may have been prepared for the battle of the gods, but unfortunately they are all dead when they are unsheathed for you." Xiao Bingfeng hugged the Tingxue knife, her voice was low and soft. said.

Lin Yun knew about the ancient battle of gods.

That battle of gods destroyed the golden age, and the Shenlong Era entered a dark and turbulent era for a long time. It was not until the birth of the Nine Emperors that the chaotic world came to an end.

"Lin Yun, can you give me this knife?" Xiao Bingfeng looked up at Lin Yun.

Lin Yun looked down and saw that there was a huge difference in height between the two. Looking at each other like this, Xiao Bingfeng looked pitiful, like a lotus flower like ice and snow, blooming in front of him.

God is very sad.

Lin Yun secretly said in his heart, he smiled and said softly: "Of course, you can tell me what you like. No matter what, we won the battle of gods after all, so the emperor should not be too sad."

"Did you really win?"

Xiao Bingfeng hugged Tingxue Dao and whispered, she was very suspicious.

"We've won many times, but that time..."

Xiao Bingfeng showed a look of memory. She seemed to be returning to the ancient times, with a complicated and sad expression: "At that time, many of us made an agreement together to go to the battle of gods and guard Kunlun. I remember that I promised someone, but I didn't. Go, I don't know what the final result of the battle of gods will be."

Lin Yun knew that she had slept for too long and had forgotten many things. Today, she seemed to recall some past events.

"We have made a covenant since the birth of Era. We have won many times. I remember we have been waiting for someone. But Ziyuan told me that that person will not come back..."

Xiao Bingfeng looked at Ting Xue Dao in her arms, muttered to herself, and said intermittently.

"Who is that person?"

Lin Yun was curious, who is worthy of all the powerhouses in a golden age to go to the covenant and wait together.

Xiao Bingfeng shook her head and said nothing.

Lin Yun didn't ask any further questions, but softly comforted: "Since he said he would come back, then he will definitely come back."

"maybe."

Xiao Bingfeng smiled and returned from the emotions she had just lost.

dong dong dong!

At this moment, footsteps sounded, and Lin Yun and Xiao Bingfeng looked at each other.

The people from the three super sects are here, and the speed is really fast. It seems that they are lucky and did not choose to live.

"Walk!"

Lin Yun didn't delay, and greeted the little thief cat, who was still collecting treasures, and walked towards the fourth floor of the underground palace.

boom!

But who knows, the entrance to the fourth floor of this underground palace is actually like a bottomless pit. Lin Yun felt that his body was constantly falling, and all kinds of exercises were unable to work. He couldn't even spread the wings of the Golden Crow.

He stretched out his hand and took Xiao Bingfeng and Thief Cat into his arms.

No matter what, with his fleshly body that is comparable to the thousand-patterned sacred artifact, at most one layer of skin will be broken, and he will not suffer heavy damage.

Bang!

When Lin Yun steadied his feet, the ground shook violently. He looked around and found that he was in an incomparably vast underground world.

The underground palace overhead is almost as far away as the sky.

"Are you all right?"

Lin Yun knelt down on one knee and asked Xiao Bingfeng in his arms.

Xiao Bingfeng nodded, stretched out her hand and said, "There!"

Lin Yun got up and looked up. At the end of his field of vision stood an altar with a height of 1,000 meters. An old man in black sat cross-legged on the altar.

His body exuded a deadly breath, and the terrifying pressure enveloped this space, releasing an incomparably rich black magic light.

Half holy!

Lin Yun frowned slightly, and on the old man, he felt an aura that was even more terrifying than life and death.

The source of the great saint can be refined at least in the realm of life and death, and even the saint can be perfectly refined, but the source of the half saint has not so many restrictions.

The Divine Core Realm can be refined, and with the background of the extraordinary evildoer, it can even be refined perfectly.

This semi-holy source has a fatal attraction to any extraordinary evildoer.

Lin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, even if he was only in the galaxy realm right now, it was a little hard to resist the temptation.

He suddenly thought of something, and pondered: "If these people were heroes in their lives, we have to kill them again, isn't it not good."

Xiao Bingfeng shook her head and said, "Being infected with demonic energy is even more uncomfortable for them than death."

If one day Lin Yun himself is infected by demonic energy, he turns into a demonic zombie, and in turn hurts his own people.

It must be hoped that the sooner the better, Lin Yun felt relieved when he thought of this, but he still bowed and respected.

"excuse me."

Lin Yun whispered, releasing his sword intent and the might of the blue dragon, and approaching the altar step by step against the opponent's magical might.

The semi-sage on the altar seems to have some kind of will, which can still shock the devil after death.

He didn't seem to have completely turned into a demon, and seeing this, Lin Yun didn't rashly release the Sword Intent of the Divine Firmament, fearing that something bad would happen.

Bang!

Just as Lin Yun was about to approach the altar, a loud noise came from behind him, and the ground trembled slightly.

Someone is here again!

Lin Yun turned around to look, and saw a boulder, a man holding a horizontal knife, half squatting on a boulder, his short white hair was very eye-catching.

What came was not a disciple of the three super sects, but a stranger who had never met before.

But the other party got up, and when Lin Yun's eyes fell on the white hair, he suddenly said, "It's you!"

He recognized this person. The holy medicine that was born on Jianzong Island before was said to have been snatched away by a white-haired youth.

Lin Yun had a strong intuition in his heart that the white-haired youth was the white-haired swordsman in front of him.

Even the seal at the entrance to the underground palace was opened by this person, who kept walking in front. It's just that Feng Shui was not as good as Xiao Bingfeng, and was caught up by Lin Yun on the third floor, so he was one step behind Lin Yun.

"you know me?"

The white-haired swordsman was very surprised, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes. Could it be an acquaintance with the Yinyue mask?

The mask seemed to come from the Mo clan, so it might be possible.

"I don't know, but you stole the sword sect holy medicine, and I have heard of you even if I don't know it."

Lin Yun said lightly.

The white-haired swordsman was relieved, without denying that he was the one who stole the holy medicine, and said softly, "I want the things on the altar."

Whoa!

After he finished speaking, he spread his arms on the boulder, holding the knife in one hand, and flying towards the altar against the magic power released by the Half-Saint.

A strange color flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, his hands condensed the Golden Crow Sacred Seal, no longer retaining his strength.

Golden rays of light bloomed from him, a pair of Golden Crow wings suddenly spread out, and his speed skyrocketed like a frightening giant.

The two figures are in the void, and each of them has transformed into two beams of light. From a distance, it looks like one gold and one white, and the two beams keep spreading.

After approaching the altar, two beams of light swayed up and staggered.

Whoosh!

Between the lightning and flint, the two landed on the altar almost at the same time.

The altar is very large, and the two of them are extremely small when they stand on it.

"Looks like it's going to be a fight."

The white-haired swordsman was unsmiling, looked up, and said softly.

"if not?"

Lin Yun raised his brows lightly, without any fear.

It's hard to get here, how is it possible for him to give up the treasures on the altar for nothing!

The white-haired swordsman did not draw his sword, the electric light flickered on his body, bullying him, and punching him out.

Dapeng spread his wings, hate the sky is too low!

The so-called Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to the Nine Heavens. I just hate that this world is not enough to fly. At the same time that the white-haired swordsman came over, there was an incomparably huge divine bird behind him, casting a huge shadow, and a vast and endless majestic force surged between the heavens and the earth.

In Lin Yun's eyes, a strange light flashed, and the Holy Spirit was actually Kunpeng.

The golden crow spreads into the sky, and the silver phoenix transforms into the earth.

Sun Moon Divine Fist, Heaven and Earth Concentric!

Before he could think about it, Lin Yun unleashed his Sun Moon Divine Fist, and the Golden Crow and the Silver Phoenix burst out from his body. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, holding the picture-like world in his palm, and punched it towards him.

Bang!

The two fists made a loud noise, and on the altar, they fought fiercely.

The holy spirits clashed with each other at the same time, the visions between heaven and earth were mixed, and various rays of light were constantly released.

Whoosh!

When the vision dissipated, the two took a few steps back each, with surprises flashing in their eyes.

Lin Yun's expression was solemn, and he felt that the opponent's strength was not weaker than the super sect's extraordinary destiny, and he was an extremely rare rival.

Whoosh!

In just a moment, the two fought together again, each fighting physically.

On the altar, dragons roared everywhere, wind and thunder whistled, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves were fought. Every punch was like two giant dragons colliding, and a terrifying wave erupted on the altar.

When the two opened their bodies again, they still couldn't tell the winner.

The purple-gold dragon pattern bloomed on Lin Yun's body. What is the origin of this guy? His body is actually so powerful.

After being promoted to the Innate Canglong Holy Body, Lin Yun had never met a person who could compete with him physically among his peers.

The white-haired youth frowned slightly, stretched out his hand, and quietly held his right hand on the handle of the knife.

Whoa!

In an instant, the person's aura changed dramatically, the edge of his body became extremely sharp, and his line of sight was like a sharp blade piercing the void.

Lin Yun's cold hair stood on end in an instant, like a awn on his back, and he felt an extremely dangerous aura.

The other party obviously did not draw the knife, but the figures became blurred and overlapped in his field of vision.

There are countless figures rising out of thin air and morphing into various different trajectories, each of which is difficult to resist and unfathomable.

But when he looked closely, the other party didn't actually move.

This is neither a hallucination nor reality, but it is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.

"Before I draw the knife, you still have a chance to give up." The slightly indifferent voice of the white-haired swordsman came over.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and held the funeral flower that flew out of the sword box. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pondered: "Before I draw the sword, you also have a chance to give up."

He was nervous, but also excited.

It would be too naive for the white-haired young man to think that he could scare himself in this way.