Infinity Throne

At night.

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier.

The sky was filled with cold wind carrying hail, howling and intertwining.

With his superb cultivation, Jian Nanchun was able to fly with his sword in such wind and snow without any serious problems. The problem is that he is worried that his two junior brothers and sisters cannot bear it.

So, they could only rest in a valley.

After stopping, Jian Nanchun looked curiously at Yi Lin, who looked calm, and then looked back at Xia Xiaoman, who was still shivering with cold even after running the technique, and fell into deep thought.

Isn't this Junior Brother Lin Yi just a mere cultivation level in the Na Qi stage?

Wait a moment.

When will I be able to fly with a sword if I am in the Naqi stage?

Can you still fly thousands of miles in one breath without blushing or out of breath?

Jian Nanchun finally noticed something was wrong.

He originally wanted to take advantage of Yi Lin's lack of attention, step forward and put a hold on Yi Lin's pulse gate, and explore his details.

But Jian Nanchun didn't find a chance.

There were no ingredients found in the ice and snow.

Yi Lin reluctantly searched around and only dug out a few hibernating snakes from the cave. He skillfully took out the snake's gallbladder and poisonous sac, immediately removed the blood, washed it, and chopped it into pieces. Then in the ice and snow, the three of them surrounded Make a bonfire and cook snake meat hot pot.

For a soul cooking master, there is no bad food, only bad ingredients. As long as the ingredients are fine, he's fine.

The seven-colored light flashed and the food came out of the oven.

Jian Nanchun and Xia Xiaoman have long been accustomed to dishes with special effects.

In fact, for Lin Yi, it is strange that the special effects of the dishes are not enough.

"Ah~~~~"

As the hot snake meat soup entered his stomach, Xia Xiaoman felt like he was alive again.

Lin Yi hates everything, but his cooking skills are a bit ridiculous.

Xia Xiaoman gnawed on the snake roll in the soup, clamped his legs and muttered secretly.

"Junior brother, there is something that I must remind you."

Dinner is over.

When Jian Nanchun saw Xia Xiaoman huddled next to the fire, dozing off in a daze, he quietly came to Yi Lin's side.

"Senior brother, please tell me."

"You just said that you wanted to kill King Zhennan. I hope you were just joking."

"Oh?" Yi Lin glanced at Jian Nanchun strangely, said softly, and asked, "Why not?"

"Daqian's energy has been exhausted, and we still don't know who the true emperor of the next dynasty will be. Everything is determined, whether you, me, him, or this Daqian dynasty. What if King Zhennan is really the destined one? He is destined to be the emperor, let alone killing him, it will be very difficult, even if you succeed, I am afraid you will be punished by God for doing such a defiant thing."

As he spoke, Jian Nanchun mysteriously moved his face a little closer, and pointed to the top of his head in a taboo manner: "You will be unlucky, or even struck by lightning."

"Let's not talk about it. I'm just talking casually," Yi Lin said while adding firewood to the fire: "I believe in fate, but I don't believe in fate."

Will it be bad luck?

Yi Lin looked calm and thoughtful.

Jian Nanchun couldn't help but sneer: "If you don't believe in fate, then why are you still learning the hexagram technique?"

Yi Lin looked at Jian Nanchun with an even weirder look, which seemed to say, "Is your brain normal or not?" He didn't know how to explain to Jian Nanchun, so he could only give an example: "Can learning hexagrams and believing in fate be the same thing?" ? Just like Senior Brother Jian, you wanted to sleep with Senior Sister Chao, but didn’t you manage to fall asleep in the end?"

"..."

The next second, Jian Nanchun froze in place as if he had been shocked by electricity.

…

After ignoring Jian Nanchun, Yi Lin hid in a tree and entered the center with a skillful shot.

"You're here~"

Green seemed delighted.

It seemed to be afraid that if it fell asleep, it would be decades again, so it stayed awake and squatted on the coconut tree to take a nap.

On the lake, the prototype of the throne has been formed.

The colorful white light interweaves into the shape of a seat.

It's just that the "throne" has not yet solidified, and there are signs of falling apart at any time. It seemed that Green's words were not false. He might have sneezed and wiped out the "throne" that Yi Lin had worked so hard to carve out in the center.

Trolls, so scary.

"Achieve yourself."

But Yi Lin was already very satisfied. He looked at the partially completed throne and remembered Xiao Xi's words. He understood what he was going to do in this world and in the long time he was about to spend.

This was a hugely expensive project, and it was hard for Yi Lin to imagine what it would look like before the project was completed.

And on the throne, there was a hazy figure, sitting lazily on the throne in a fixed posture.

Yi Lin closed her eyes tightly and let her mind go.

Gradually, dotted lines appeared between Yi Lin's "body" and the "figure" on the throne.

These countless dotted lines, like spider webs, connect Yi Lin to the figure on the throne.

This is the "soul clone".

When Green had nothing to do, he taught Yi Lin how to create a soul clone.

Green seemed to be cheating on the technique of creating a soul clone. He tapped Yilin's forehead with his wings, and Yilin understood.

"Why didn't you use this way of cheating earlier?"

When Green finally showed off his skills in front of Yi Lin, Yi Lin was very angry.

"Just a little trick, no big deal."

After the show was over, Green flew away again, flapping his little wings without taking away a single cloud.

Yi Lin ignored Green and sat on the lake, meditating.

But what he is doing now is not to accept Qi.

There is no such thing as "spiritual energy" in the hub, and the meridians cannot be filled no matter how much you inhale.

Therefore, what Yi Lin is doing now is not taking in, but spitting out.

He absorbed the spiritual energy into his meridians during the day and transferred it to his soul clone to store it before it dissipated.

The soul clone is a pure energy clone, and there is no such thing as a realm or bottleneck.

Because Yi Lin had the talent of [Heavenly Jealous Talent] in the beginning of the reincarnation, and it came with its own practice debuff, it was difficult for her to achieve success in the serious practice of the Eight Classics, so now, Yi Lin can only rely on her understanding I was so full that I started to do some evil things.

To put it simply, as long as he slacks off, he will leak.

Just like an inflatable doll that lacks maintenance, it will leak at any time.

After a while, he absorbed the gathered spiritual energy through his skills and spit out almost all of it into his soul clone.

After getting all the spiritual energy out of her body, Yi Lin was satisfied.

"This time it won't be wasted."

Anyway, he usually uses the spiritual energy value in his body to use his skills. This is the foundation of an apostle.

Creating a soul clone in the hub might shock people at a critical moment.

…

"Xiaobai, Xiaohong, Xiaomei~"

The process of creating a "throne" and condensing a "soul clone" brings Yilin an experience like decorating a new home.

Little by little, drop by drop, create a perfect home.

He was in a very good mood. He came to the two small windows and woke up Nie Hongxiu, Gayage Qinmei and Bai Xiaoyi respectively.

The three mother spirits are causing trouble in their spiritual dwellings.

At first, when Yilin learned how to enter the hub, they still felt it was new and came to visit from time to time.

But after a while, they felt that it was boring, and they usually didn't come out even if they had nothing to do.

"Come on, help me rub it."

Yilin suddenly said something that made the three mother spirits feel excited.

"Uh, no, don't get me wrong, I mean rubbing my big sword."

Yi Lin suddenly felt that the last sentence might be misunderstood, so he quickly pointed at the rusty sword floating on the lake of the spiritual sea and smiled slightly:

"Try to wipe the dust off the sword."

…

Another night.

Yi Lin worked hard all night.

When he opened his eyes again, Jian Nanchun still maintained that "like being shocked by electric shock" posture.

Ah, Jian Nanchun was frozen for just one night.

The monks were used to sitting in meditation and remaining motionless all night, so it was no big deal.

Yi Lin waved her hand in front of Jian Nanchun, and the shocked Brother Chun finally came to his senses.

He glanced at Yi Lin secretly like a harried woman, but stopped talking.

Yi Lin put out the bonfire, patted the junior sister who was sleeping soundly, and the three of them went on the road again.

"Can I sit on your skateboard!" Xia Xiaoman finally couldn't help pointing to Jian Nanchun's small flying sword and complained: "Brother Jian's sword is too sword! It hurts!"

Jian Nanchun was stunned again.

If you say that Lin Yi has high demands and dislikes this, forget it.

Unexpectedly, the new junior sister also disliked his flying sword and felt uncomfortable sitting there.

"Fine."

Yi Lin looked at Xia Xiaoman calmly and thought that this was also an opportunity to improve her junior sister's favorability.

If you increase your favorability level, won't you be able to do whatever you want then? It's normal to borrow a [Human Emperor's Seal] or something, right?

So Yi Lin readily agreed.

No matter how funny the jet skateboard looks, it's still more comfortable to sit on than a flying sword.

But Yi Lin missed Xiaoqing's soft back, which was warm and warm, as if she were sitting on a ball of duck feather pillow.

He regretted that he did not apply to take Xiaoqing out of the mountain when he went down the mountain.

…

The sunrise is red in the east.

After a night of heavy snowfall, silver makeup was everywhere, shining in the morning light.

The familiar snow scene made Yilin feel nostalgic and couldn't help humming softly.

Xia Xiaoman sat silently behind Yi Lin, gently squeezing the corners of his senior brother's clothes with both hands.

If it weren't for the fact that Jian Nanchun's Feijian was really uncomfortable, she wouldn't have been able to make such a request with her old and new hatred for Yi Lin.

Xia Xiaoman was now not only angry with Yi Lin, but also complained with Jian Nanchun.

Brother Jian, Brother Jian, why can’t you make the flying sword bigger?

Wouldn't it be nice to add two seats to make it look like a carriage?

Xia Xiaoman thought to himself.

The three of them headed west.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, the Daqian Dynasty, and the thirteen southern provinces were all under the jurisdiction of King Zhennan.

The Zhennan Palace is located in Jingnan City, the capital city of Wenyun Province.