The dragon's tail swept over with the power to destroy the world, giving people an inescapable feeling of oppression and despair. If it hits Mu Lin, he will be crippled if not dead!
But a sword blocked Mu Lin's chest. The light blue sword with complicated patterns on it seemed vulnerable in front of the huge dragon's tail. Anyone who saw this would sigh like an egg hitting a rock! At the critical moment, the dragon's tail was actually shaken away when it hit the sword!
Mu Lin couldn't help but take a step back, and Ao Xin's dragon body was even bounced back more than ten feet away!
He roared like a dragon, and the shocking sound stirred up the waves. "The breath of mysterious cold ice! How can you use it? What is your relationship with Master Zhechuan of Yingzhou?"
Mu Lin ignored his shocked questioning. She looked at the dull ice sword and sighed slightly. Then, without hesitation, she used her fingertips as a blade to cut across her forehead. A drop of bright red blood escaped from the wound and smeared onto the blade. The ice sword slowly emitted a light red light.
The night wind blew Mu Lin's long black hair, and the dark blue light of the starry night tent vaguely reflected the extremely calm expression on her pale face. Facing this dragon treasure, she neatly performed the simplest downward chopping action.
"Humph, you don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!"
Ao Xin was indifferent and even had a hint of disdain. Even if there was a divine object to help him, a mere immortal? The Ningye Star Sea Tent could block a full-strength attack from a real person, and a mere immortal wanted to shake it? He was overestimating himself!
Sure enough, the Ningye Star Sea Tent was intact.
Ao Xin sneered and was about to ridicule, when he suddenly saw a sword mark appear on the Ningye Xinghai tent! His pupils shrank, and he had a bad premonition. The next moment, he saw a bright light on the sword mark, and a hole more than ten feet long was torn on the tent!
Ao Xin stared in amazement at the surging sea that appeared behind the tear. A flash of light flashed before his eyes, and he blinked. When he looked again, Mu Lin was gone!
The tear in the Ningye Star Sea Tent slowly closed, but the starlight was a little dim. Ao Xin missed the good opportunity to pursue, and after a while he turned back into human form and put the Ningye Star Sea Tent into his sea of consciousness.
"What kind of monster is this?"
His mumbling voice dissipated in the sea breeze.
A drop of blood essence can have such a great effect? Mu Lin was also surprised. The moment she held the Xuanyou Ice Sword, she seemed to be one with the icy divine object. She did it subconsciously, and it actually... succeeded!
"That Ao Xin just now was really scary, he fought like a madman... Fortunately, A Lin, you have subdued Xuanyou Hanbing. The divine object is really powerful, it can even cut through immortal weapons!"
Unexpectedly, Mu Lin shook his head. "After the consumption just now, I'm afraid that Xuanyou Hanbing may not have much divine power left. It may not be able to play a role later... But I never thought that the spiritual wisdom it has evolved is so powerful that it would lead me to nourish its body with my own blood essence, and this drop of blood essence can actually play such a role."
"Ah Lin, do you remember that many years ago you gave me a drop of your heart's blood, which greatly increased my strength. Your blood is like a top-grade nourishing fairy product!"
Mu Lin: "...Okay."
The bloodline of their Hades clan is not that powerful. If you think about it carefully, it should be beneficial to the cultivation of Ming Yijian and other ghosts, and for the divine object... Maybe it's because she and Xuanyou Hanbing have a deep destiny. After all, she is half its master.
The other half, of course, is her master.
Although her master never cared about the life or death of this fallen divine object and rarely used it, he didn't care at all when he gave it to her.
I don't know what's wrong with Xuan You Hanbing over the years, not only has his intelligence evolved rapidly, but he also loves to run around like a child!
It didn't dare to cry to Master Zhe Chuan, so it just stuck to Mu Lin. Even when she was meditating, it would sneak under her and pretend to be a cushion. Mu Lin had no choice but to endure the biting cold under her butt and practice day and night.
What else can she do? She can't communicate with it, and she can't beat it!
Mu Lin gently stroked the dull and dark sword. The sword trembled slightly, and it whimpered as if it was extremely aggrieved. Mu Lin had no choice but to comfort it: "Be good, there may be a chance for you in the human world."
This was the result she calculated using the art of deduction. Although she had no talent for this, and even after experiencing the high pressure and bloody abuse from her master, she made no progress...
Maybe, it's accurate just this once
Xuan You Han Bing seemed to understand Mu Lin's words. It quietly turned back into a crystal clear ice bracelet on her hand and stayed quiet.
Mu Lin then concentrated on riding the wind. In order to prevent Ao Xin from chasing her, she deliberately took a long detour to the north before continuing west.
After that, they had a smooth journey without any obstacles, and Mu Lin was relieved. Among the five elements of magic, her water magic was the worst. If she encountered a strong enemy on the sea, she would probably be in a passive position like before.
It was already dawn when they reached the coast. Ming Yi was seen standing on the reef, restraining her ethereal aura. Looking closely, she looked just like an ordinary person. Mu Lin asked her, "Do you still remember where your hometown is?"
After a hundred years of wandering, even her death had not allowed her to return to her roots. Mu Lin felt that she should want to go back and take a look.
After a moment of silence, Ming Yi replied, "Qingyou City in the southwest."
"Then let's go there first."
"Thank you... but don't bother..." Ming Yijian's voice was unusually dazed, "I don't have any thoughts. A hundred years have passed since the disaster that wiped out the whole family. Even the descendants may not be able to survive. There shouldn't be many people left..."
There was a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"Go and take a look. It's good to take a look." After Mu Lin said this, the atmosphere between the two of them became a little silent.
We are all wanderers in this world, all alone and with no place to go. There is no need to say more.
Ming Yi finally nodded helplessly, "Okay."
At the eastern end of the sky, a red sun slowly rises, and above the sea is a sea of glorious lights. The morning sun is emitting colorful rays of light, and the floating light is golden for thousands of miles.
Mu Lin looked at the sunrise to determine the direction, and said to Ming Yijian: "Just come with me like this. Life is full of different things. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I will experience them all. Yijian, a hundred years have passed, and there is no clue in the vast sea of people. This is the only way you can find that person's trace."
Ming Yi was not embarrassed when Mu Lin exposed her selfish intentions. She nodded in agreement.
The two men then set off on their journey. All along the way they saw a peaceful and harmonious political situation with a lot of things waiting to be rebuilt. This was in stark contrast to the chaotic and decadent scene of more than a decade ago.
The young "sister and brother" did not encounter any danger while walking on the road. However, walking like this for two days was inevitably boring.
Finally arriving at a prosperous city, the two of them almost smiled at each other and lined up at the end of a long line waiting to enter the city.
The team moved slowly, and when it was almost their turn, Mu Lin realized that she didn't have such an important thing as a pass! Ming Yi saw that she was calm and at the critical moment, she still had to rely on her, an old man, and calmly stuffed two big pearls into the sleeves of the city gate officer, "My sister and I came from the underworld, and we don't know much about the rules. Please help me..."
The gatekeeper squinted his eyes and weighed the weight in his sleeves. He immediately turned around and shouted to the soldiers beside him, "Catch these two people who came from unknown places! They dared to bribe me in broad daylight. I don't know what these treacherous people are planning to do when they entered the city. Take them to the prison immediately and interrogate them strictly!"
Then three or four soldiers with swords came forward to capture the two men.
Mu Lin: “…”
Ming Yijian: “…”
The two looked at each other. This was different from what they had imagined. What should they do now? Run, fight, or just spend a day in jail? Mu Lin helplessly sent a message to Ming Yijian: Master said that we must not use immortal methods in front of mortals...
Ming Yi's mouth twitched, and he made a gesture of surrender with Mu Lin. Sure enough, the two of them were brutally suppressed by the soldiers and thrown into prison.
The cell was dark and damp, with insects and ants breeding, and there was a faint smell of blood and stench.
Mu Lin and Ming Yi were thrown in, and then they heard the sound of a cold big lock.
Hearing the footsteps gradually fading away, Mu Lin immediately cast a cleaning spell on the two of them, making their white clothes stained with mud appear as clean as new. Under the shadow of the spell, the entire cell seemed a little brighter.
Ming Yi was speechless for a moment: "It would be better to use sword skills to force them back and then escape!"
"We'll be wanted."
"Will we not be wanted if we escape from prison now? Do you really want to stay here and be tortured?"
"There's no rush to leave. They don't plan to interrogate you or me for the time being. I'm wondering why this cell is so quiet, as if there are no prisoners?"
"Oh my aunt, of course they are not in the cell in broad daylight! Prisoners also have to do hard labor, do you think they eat and drink for free in prison?"
Mu Lin nodded to show that he accepted the instruction and expressed his wish to see where they were doing the hard labor.
Ming Yi shook his head helplessly. I didn't think so when I was in Yingzhou, but now I think about it, Mu Lin really doesn't seem like someone who has lived in the mortal world. Everything he sees is new...
Ming Yi saw him casually walk through the cell wall. Mu Lin thought for a moment, took out the props from his Xuyou bag and placed them on the ground, quickly set up a simple teleportation array, activated it with a touch of spiritual power with his fingertips, and Mu Lin's figure standing in the array disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The props placed on the center of the formation spontaneously combusted silently, and after a moment they turned into ashes that scattered on the ground, leaving no trace.
The two of them took some effort to find the prisoners who were mining ore in the mountains. They were wearing the same prison uniforms, working hard with dusty faces, and there were jailers supervising and monitoring them the whole time. The two of them were sitting on a tree, so they couldn't get close.
"Ah Lin, look..."
"Huh? What are you looking at?" Mu Lin saw that Ming Yijian suddenly stopped talking, and looked in the direction her gaze seemed to bewildering. He couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly.
The piled-up stones are like jade, the rows of pines are like emerald green, and the beauty is unparalleled, there is no other like it in the world.
The same grey and baggy prison uniform, worn by that person, did not reduce its brilliance at all. His black hair was tied up casually, showing a somewhat messy and unruly beauty. His almond-shaped eyes were clear and cool, his skin was white and smooth, his lips were as pale as cherry blossoms, his figure was slender and slightly thin, and his aura was as noble and elegant as a single moon in the bright sky.
Mu Lin felt extremely comfortable physically and mentally, "He is indeed a handsome man! What a pity that he has fallen to such a place."
Obviously they also saw the handsome man sitting on the stone scrubbing dirty clothes, and it was even more obvious that he was not good at this. His slender hands were red and faintly oozing blood, his slightly dry cherry lips were pursed until they were pale, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
"How about we go help him?"