Immortal Sword Master

In the next ninety years, Lin Xin has also been consolidating and digesting these memory fragments, and he dare not do anything at will.

That is to use the monster talisman species paid by the ancient monster clan to strengthen itself.

Or go to the outer domain and use a large area to slaughter the outer domain creatures, especially those monsters with low IQ but huge blood essence, to absorb the power of transforming the lord and strengthen themselves.

However, in these ninety years, and the next ten years, he no longer dared to absorb the power of any lord. Instead, he ordered all soul-bonded creatures to rest in submerged cultivation, and not to do anything recklessly unless necessary.

This is also the key to his quietness for so many years.

He's almost used to the pain every night. Except for a slight change in personality, everything else is normal.

And the biggest benefit of recuperating is that he has completely mastered the power of the entire Yuan Dou Demon Sect.

The four true kings, the rest of the dozen or so elders, and thousands of cultivators who have asked questions, have such huge strength that they are distributed in the huge area controlled by the Yuan Dou Demon Sect.

The forces that govern the four major regions of the Central Mansion, the West Mansion, the North Mansion, and the East Mansion.

Over the years, he has successively found several Primordial Monster Clans. Together with the parts controlled by the Demon Sect, they have been combined, and more than 200 attribute points have been earned every year.

In the past ninety years, in addition to the added attributes, he has accumulated more than 18,000 horror points one after another.

But he didn't dare to add these attributes.

It's just that they all stay in the free attribute and dare not move again.

Not because of any other reasons, but because, he faintly felt that the whole world seemed to be rejecting him more and more.

After raising all attributes to 5000 points, he felt that everything around him changed inexplicably.

The world is no longer a simple world. In his eyes, it is like a free game composed of countless low-resolution pictures that are too horrible to look at.

He looked up at the inner wall of the forbidden palace.

Fuzzy, rough, between each brick, each rune, the gap is so big that ants can run.

He felt like he was living in a rough house made of foam blocks.

You have to be careful even when exhaling, for fear that if you are not careful, you will use too much breath and destroy the palace.

And this is already the strongest formation he can arrange.

It was only now that he truly realized the cruelty of the fragile world in his innate supernatural powers.

Except for the Golden Core cultivator, there is no longer any cultivator who can look directly at his existence.

Because below Jindan, if you see his face too much, you will be fascinated, and you will vomit blood and be severely injured. That was a normal reaction that no longer qualified for a normal conversation.

Because their brains and spiritual senses have no way to directly contact Lin Xin's own existence and the huge aura displayed.

The trajectory fluctuations of Dao's will naturally emanated from around him. These fluctuations are too large for the average person's brain to bear.

I finally have a little understanding of what the Red Ridge Sect Master is after...

Lin Xinduan sat on the suzerain throne.

The average attribute of 5,000 points is much stronger than that of the Funiu Peak battle.

Back then, he only broke through 4,000 points in damage and defense, and then stepped into the state where the world was still.

But now with an average of 5,000 points, both physique and dodge have caught up.

He could faintly lose control of his body size.

Originally 1.89 meters tall, he has been growing taller and bigger over the past few decades. Now, he is already more than 4 meters tall.

This is still a normal state, when there is no time to condense the Eucharist.

On the ninth floor of Yuan Dou Mogong, he has not been promoted for a long time, but he has a feeling that once he steps into the ninth floor, his whole person will undergo earth-shaking changes. They may even be forced to leave this world at any time.

Achieving the body of the ancient demon god is not so easy to achieve...

While meditating quietly, there was a sound of footsteps in the palace.

Those who can come here are at least at the Golden Core level, and naturally they will not easily make a sound. The obvious footsteps can be heard at this time, which is obviously out of respect for the owner of this place.

The sound of footsteps slowly walked to the depths of the magic palace, near Lin Xin's position, and the figure of the visitor was illuminated by the red magic flames on both sides.

It's Bai Suozi.

She was leaning on crutches, her face was full of wrinkles, and she was already very old, but her eyes were still shining, showing no signs of fading.

Sect Master...have you reached this level?

She looked at Lin Xin's huge body with complicated eyes, and seemed to be a little absent-minded for a while.

It seems that you also know this level. Lin Xin said, his voice was very soft, but the sound waves vibrated so that the whole ground seemed to be shaking. Even though he had used his weakest strength, the structure of the entire original magic palace was still somewhat unbearable.

Since I stepped into this realm thirty years ago, I have never dared to act rashly.

Bai Suozi came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

There must be a solution, otherwise, with Huang Yuerong's strength and Yuan Daxia's strength, how can he move around at will?

Of course I understand, but I can't find it for the time being. Lin Xin nodded slightly, Besides, Daoist Tianyun is like me, he dare not do it easily, otherwise he may break the boundary and leave if he is not careful.

Lin Xin sighed.

Right now, I can only walk in the world as an avatar.

Forget it, let's not talk about this, I believe that the suzerain will realize the solution sooner or later. Bai Suozi said seriously, I am here to borrow something from the suzerain.

oh?

Lin Xin raised his eyebrows slightly.

what?

Bai Suozi paused on his crutches.

Sheyun Cauldron.

Lin Xin narrowed his eyes and pondered for a while.

Raising his hand slightly, the void in front of him twisted, forming a transparent vortex, and a slender middle-aged man slowly walked out of the vortex.

The man has an elegant appearance, an extraordinary temperament, and a faint bookish air. He seems to be just an ordinary teacher.

The cauldron spirit in the Sheyun cauldron is immortal, and I suppressed it at the bottom of the Yunxiu River. The man raised his hand and shot out a little spiritual light, which fell into Bai Suozi's hands.

Uncle Master can go and take it out by himself.

Bai Suozi caught the aura, looked at it, and nodded.

Thank you suzerain, and besides, your father has reached the limit of his life... She didn't continue.

Go and have a look. Just finally sighed and said in a low voice.

As a monk, she has seen a lot of joys and sorrows, but this is everything that must be passed on the road to the pursuit of longevity.

Even if they are brothers in the same sect, there will always be people who will fall behind, and there will always be people who will perish. In the end, only myself was left.

Lin Xin was silent for a while.

The avatar suddenly dispersed, turning into countless black smoke and disappearing.

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Nanfu, Lingxin Villa.

Lin Xin's father, Lin Zhiwen, was lying on his back on the bed, surrounded by a large group of women and children. On the periphery are a group of middle-aged men and women, and some are gray-haired old men from the villa.

An old cultivator with a fairy air was sitting by the bed and put his hand off Lin Zhiwen's pulse.

The time has come, the limit of longevity is approaching, there is nothing to do.

He sighed, looking helpless.

An ordinary person, just a little bit of internal energy, which was forcefully poured out by blood pills.

In this way, they have lived for more than one hundred years and are close to two hundred years old.

Such a life span can be regarded as joy and death no matter where it is.

But Lin Zhiwen's identity is different.

He is the current master of Nanfu, the master of Yuandou Demon Sect, the master of Songlin Sword Sect, and the father of Yuandou Zhenjun Lin Xin.

Naturally, the treatment of the immediate family members of such powerful figures would not be low.

Among the people present in this small room, whoever went out was not a big shot who could shake countless people by stomping their feet.

But here, most of them showed grief, even those who had nothing to do with the old man, they all pretended to be sad and wiped their tears pretendingly.

The reason for doing this is not to show that one.

Lin Zhen was also in the room, not only him, brother and sister Lin Luo, Lin Duan, Nan Shunqing, but also the direct bloodlines of their respective branch families.

Lin Zhen himself had five sons, eleven grandsons, and eight granddaughters.

Lin Duan's husband, three sons and two grandsons.

Now Nan Shunqing's reincarnated Sima family has also come, Sima Patriarch and two daughters, which are Nan Shunqing's sisters in this life, Sima Qing and Sima Kongyan.

Not only them, there can't be so many people crowded here, there are also all the elders and supervisors of the Yuan Dou Demon Sect in the courtyard outside.

Mingxin Zhenjun Dugulin of the Pine Forest Sword Sect and others.

Almost everyone who has something to do with Lin Xin comes here.

Outside the courtyard, there were more people gathered outside the villa, and a faint cry of mourning could be heard.

This is not hypocrisy. There are many forces that are actually parasitic on Lin Zhiwen's personal connections. Once he dies, it means that these people's money and livelihood will be cut off. The decline of power is also common. In this way, how could they not feel sad.

Dugu Lin stood in the yard, shaking his head slightly. She has also become much more mature and beautiful now, and she is no longer as sharp as before. There is an extra calm and deep glamor.

After so many years, Nan Shunqing has also broken through the Taoist level and stepped into Yuanjing. There are thousands of people in the Lin family.

Lin Xin showed less and less. Could it be that he practiced so much that he didn't even care about his family?

Yu Kai let out a long sigh.

I've always felt that the suzerain has hidden dangers, but I still can't see what's going on. With his nature, it's impossible not to come to see the old father for the last time on such occasions.

Dugu Lin looked at everyone in the room.

His gaze swept over Lin Zhen's face.

He and Xiao Lingling's son are here, I don't know if An Ying will come.

Maybe it's already there. With so many instruments, who knows which one is her? Yu Kai shook his head.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps running outside the yard in the distance.

Boom!

The far door was knocked open.

No...it's not good!! The old lady can't do it either!!!

A boy shouted out of breath.

The crowd fell silent for a while, and then broke into a commotion.

Some people rushed out and ran towards the courtyard where the old lady was. Some people stayed put and were still here, but their tears could no longer be contained.

Some people wailed loudly, some lowered their eyes in silence, and some hugged each other and wiped away their tears.

Yu Kai was stunned, and then he was preparing to turn around and fly out with Dugu Lin.

Suddenly the air froze.

A plume of black smoke fell from the sky and slowly landed in front of Lin Zhiwen's hospital bed, condensing into a middle-aged man with the appearance of a slender scribe.

Wearing a black robe and crown, carrying five magic swords on his back, he is the current overlord of Nanfu, Yuan Dou Zhenjun Lin Xin. (to be continued ~^~)