Pinling Pavilion, in the middle section of Zizong Xiaozhong, on a huge platform inserted diagonally, this pavilion has nine floors. When viewed from a distance, it exudes strong spiritual power, forming ripples, spreading all over.
This pavilion is constructed of sapphire tiles and looks full of vicissitudes of life. It seems to have experienced countless years of washing. On it, some bluestones have appeared gray.
Some emerald green vine-like plants stretched out from the cracks in this attic, densely covering a layer. On these rattans, at every interval, there will be purple flowers appearing, blooming strangely, and exuding bursts of refreshing fragrance.
Under this pavilion is a huge formation, which envelops the entire platform and surrounds the Pinling Pavilion in the very center.
From a distance, this formation seemed to be two sides of yin and yang, intertwined with each other, revealing a sense of chaos, especially in it, there were three powerful auras, almost trying to break the formation.
These three breaths turned into three long white marks, wandering around in the formation, but strangely they never hit each other.
Outside the Pinling Pavilion, there is a person sitting cross-legged at this time. This person is a middle-aged man. He is dressed in black. His brows are like swords and his face is white like jade. Three strands of long beards fall from his chin. There is no wind. It looks like, There is quite the color of the bones of fairy wind.
This person’s cultivation level is completely hidden. Unless the cultivation level is higher than that, it is difficult for outsiders to figure out the clues. He sat there with a calm expression on his face, as if everything in this world was not in his heart. Mind, all focused on what's on the lap at this moment!
On this person's knees, there was a seven-foot long sword. The sword was green in its entire body, emitting a gloomy light. Under the sunlight, it suddenly covered the surroundings within a few meters of the green.
Standing dozens of meters away from the Pinling Pavilion, Wang Lin looked at the people who were meditating cross-legged outside the pavilion as usual.
"This person's cultivation is the Great Perfection in the later stage of the transformation of the gods, but in this person, there is a deep hidden sword intent!"
The middle-aged man opened his eyes at the moment and saw Wang Linhou not far away. He was taken aback. He immediately stood up and said respectfully, "Disciple Zhang Xiangfan, I have seen the Seventh Master!" , At the moment this person got up, it turned into a green light, merged into this person's body and disappeared.
Wang Lin's eyes fell on Zhang Xiangfan's eyebrows, he pondered for a moment, and said flatly: "Your flying sword, can you let me have a look?"
Zhang Xiangfan was taken aback, nodded and said: "The disciple Feijian is just an ordinary thing. It was obtained in Shanxiafang City. There is nothing surprising. The Seventh Master wants to see it, naturally." He said, his right hand was at the center of his eyebrows. He gave a soft drink, but saw a green light flashing out of his eyebrows, turning into a seven-foot long sword, and bursting out swords.
Wang Lin's eyes were calm, and he grabbed the void with his right hand, and the green long sword was swayed immediately. He grabbed it and took it back to his side, and looked at it carefully.
Just now after Xiangfan took off the sword, the trace of sword intent on his body disappeared without a trace. Now Wang Lin saw the flying sword in front of him, and he could tell at a glance that the sword intent was not Zhang Xiangfan, but This flying sword!
Lightly stroking the green long sword with his left hand, Wang Lin's heart was slightly shaken. If he is someone else, it may be difficult to find the sword intent on this fairy sword. Even if he finds it, he will only think that this sword is extraordinary. At this moment of sword intent, there was a shock, a very familiar feeling, suddenly came to his heart.
"Zhou Yi!" Wang Lin was silent.
The touch of sentiment on this flying sword is clearly the sword intent that Zhou Yi exudes after he became a sword soul in the past!
Zhou Yi chased the sword master Ling Tianhou back then, and in a flash for hundreds of years, there was no news!
At this moment, it was the first time that Wang Lin felt Zhou Yi's sword intent. If he hadn't had the pagoda of Zhou Yi's aspirational artistic conception, under his perennial comprehension, otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to recognize the origin of the sword intent on this sword at a glance. !
There was only a hint of sword intent on this flying sword. Feeling this hint of sword intent, Wang Lin was silent for a short while, and his right hand touched it. Suddenly the green color of the sword was thick, and under the flicker, a green light appeared from it. It flew out, turned into a green star point, and floated in front of Wang Lin.
Looking at the star point, Wang Lin sighed, grabbed the star point in his right hand, and looked up at Zhang Xiangfan, who was at a loss. , But I will not treat you badly. Take this jade slip. There are 18 prohibitions in it. If you rub these prohibitions on any flying sword below the top grade, you can increase its power several times!"
With that said, Wang Lin slapped his storage bag, and threw a jade slip in many places to Zhang Xiangfan.
As for the green flying sword, Wang Lin also returned it. Although Zhang Xiangfan was respectful on the surface, his eyes were painful. After taking the jade slip, he didn't expect much, and his subconscious consciousness swept away, but immediately he evacuated himself. Shocked, his face was shocked.
After a while, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Wang Lin, and said respectfully: "Thank you Seventh Master!"
Zhang Xiangfan has been practicing so far, he has seen so much that he can see the extraordinaryness of these 18 prohibitions at a glance. These 18 prohibitions are all attack prohibitions, and most importantly, these 18 prohibitions can be superimposed, which is extremely rare. Now, Zhang Xiangfan suppressed the excitement in his heart. He couldn't wait to retreat immediately and rub all these 18 prohibitions on the flying sword. When the time comes, under the superimposed prohibitions, among his peers in the later stage of the transformation, he has nothing to fear!
These eighteen prohibitions are just two of the nineteen groups that Wang Lin has been thinking about after he realized the skylark straw hat. He wants to make the banned flags reach nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine groups of bans. These are now , It's not enough at all.
"I came here to receive the fairy jade!" Wang Lin said directly without talking nonsense.
Zhang Xiangfan nodded quickly and said, "Seven masters, there will be a quota of one hundred immortal jade every month. Give me the token, and I will open the transmission for you."
Upon hearing this, Wang Lin waved his right hand and the token flew away.
After Zhang Xiangfan took it, he stepped back respectfully, looked a little on the ground, pinched his right hand to calculate for a while, finally his eyes flashed, and he held the token and pressed it to the ground suddenly.
Wang Lin could see clearly that the place Xiangfan pressed on this piece was actually the moment when all the three long white scars in the formation were intertwined.
The moment the token was pressed to the ground, three long white marks, all of them crazily drilled towards this place, but after hearing a loud rumbling noise, Zhang Xiangfan couldn't grasp the token in his hand, and his body shook. Take a few steps back.
But seeing that token, floating out of thin air, three white marks rushed out from the ground, shuttled through the token, faster and faster, and in the end almost only saw the afterimages almost connected together.
After a few breaths, the token issued a strong purple glow. The purple glow suddenly spread to the surroundings. Three long white scars immediately whizzed out, condensed together, and rushed out of the token directly towards the nearby people. The Pinling Pavilion flew away, stopped on the seventh floor of this pavilion, and connected to each other, transforming into a huge light gate.
Zhang Xiangfan hurriedly said respectfully: "Seven Master, please enter with a token."
Without saying anything, Wang Lin stepped forward under the embryo, grabbed the token in the void, and turned his body into a long rainbow, flying directly into the seventh floor.
This light gate obviously has a teleportation effect. As soon as Wang Lin stepped into it, a flower immediately appeared in front of him. When he was clear, he came to a world that looked like a fairyland.
The fragrance of flowers is everywhere here, the light water is tingling, the sky is full of colorful clouds, and sometimes there are cranes flying by.
In mid-air, at this moment, the colorful clouds are rapidly fusing with each other to form a huge figure. This figure can't see its appearance, but an immortal power emerges madly.
"Token!"
A majestic voice came from this huge population.
Wang Lin's eyes were calm. With a flick of the token in his hand, the whistling sound stopped, and he flew directly to the giant. He saw the token suddenly stop in front of the giant, and with a bang, it turned into a little bit of crystal light and merged into the giant's body.
After a while, the giant's voice sounded again.
"The seventh son of the purple line has not taken the fairy jade for 103 years. Do you want to take it out all at once?"
Wang Lin was stunned. With his concentration, he couldn't help but shake his mind at this moment. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Take it all out!"
"A total of 123,600 yuan! As the giant's voice echoed, pieces of celestial jade suddenly flew out of his body, and instantly piled up ten feet in front of Wang Lin at a very fast speed.
Wang Lin looked straight at the immortal jade that was piled up crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, and suddenly felt a sense of dryness. He didn't expect that this day Yunzong would count the immortal jade in such a way.
"If there is that kind of disciple status that has been spare for tens of thousands of years, wouldn't the number of immortal jade reach an incredible level? This immortal jade should be very few, why is there so many in this day of luck? Wang Lin sucked Tone, at this moment, the fairy jade...has been piled up like a mountain, Wang Lin's eyes showed a trace of the essence of the past. He opened the storage bag and immediately put all these fairy jade away at the fastest speed.
After doing this, he touched the storage bag, still feeling an unreal illusion in his mind.
He shook his head and smiled bitterly. No wonder others would regard himself as an indigenous monk. With his current concentration, it is indeed still not good. This more than 100,000 immortal jade has already made himself completely jealous. Just now, no matter who stopped it. When he obtains the fairy jade, Wang Lin will shoot without hesitation.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Lin's eyes gradually became clear, and he recovered from the shock of the fairy jade.
At this moment, the huge figure in mid-air gradually dissipated and turned into colorful clouds again, and bursts of crystalline lights flashed out in the void, condensed into tokens, and lightning flew toward Wang Lin.
Wang Lin raised his right hand, and the moment he held the token, his body was pushed by an invisible force, and he withdrew several tens of feet, and disappeared from here in a flash.