forget the river mirror

Chapter 38 Kill

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Lin Chuan has never seen other people's altars, and no one can step into other people's altars. As the sustenance of the soul, the altar is the most mysterious place in everyone's body.

But Jiang Luo once taught him that some altars are simple straw huts, while others are a house, and most of them appear in the image of houses.

Moreover, those who step into the altar with consciousness for the first time can find their own spiritual weapons in the room. As for the weapons, they are all random.

Some people even have a feather duster in their altar...

But Lin Chuan's altar has no end.

At this time, Lin Chuan's mental body is like a god standing in the void. Although the sky above his head has no sun, it is very bright. Just looking at the flow of white clouds in the blue sky can feel incomparably peaceful.

But at the foot of Lin Chuan is an endless starry sky.

In the void, there were sixteen huge bronze doors, and he could even hear the sound of spiritual power rushing behind one of the doors. Lin Chuan knew that behind the door was his Limai.

Lin Chuan felt that this was unreasonable.

Others only need to re-open the card to step into the sea of ​​​​qi from Jue Ling.

If the altar is a thatched cottage, use spiritual power to open the thin wooden door; if the altar is a courtyard, open the courtyard door. Even if the altar is a city, is it not enough to open the city gate?

But Lin Chuan's altar has no end, only the seemingly indestructible bronze gate stands in the void, and there are not eight gates, but a total of sixteen gates!
The majestic spiritual power was still impacting on the bronze gate, Lin Chuan quickly came to his senses, and decisively teleported to the bronze gate.

The huge portal is inlaid in the void, and that void seems to be the boundary of the altar. Although Lin Chuan can't understand the simple pattern on the door, he feels that it is the word "li".

It's just that now is not the time to study patterns, he has already felt the swelling pain of Limai. If he can't let the spiritual power enter the altar as soon as possible, the spiritual power is likely to get out of control, making him the first one to feel his headshot by his own spiritual power. Spirit monk.

"Hey! (Pull the door knocker!)"

Ao Ye's roar startled Lin Chuan, and he realized that Ao Ye had turned into a giant dragon, and was wrapping his tail around the ring on the bronze door, trying to open the door.

Lin Chuan hurried forward to help. In comparison, he still prefers the angry Ao Ye.

"Om..."

With the unremitting efforts of one person and one dragon, the bronze door vibrated violently, finally showing a gap.

The surging spiritual power instantly broke through the portal, rolling them up into the endless sky.

The vortex of spiritual energy surrounding Lin Chuan in the outside world suddenly accelerated, the dry door opened, and the spiritual power in his body finally had an outlet. At this time, his dantian seemed to be half of a black hole, endlessly absorbing the spiritual energy in the secret realm.

The cultivation of the sea of ​​​​qi is to accumulate spiritual power in the altar. In fact, the sea of ​​​​qi of most people is a small pool at first, and only with the growth of the cultivation base will it grow bigger and bigger , and eventually turned into the aura ocean in the altar.

But Lin Chuan's altar stretches as far as the eye can see, and the Lingli Waterfall gushing out from the Qianmen Gate is like water droplets melting into the ocean, not spreading as fast as the light blue mist.

Faced with this situation, Lin Chuan had no good solution. Fortunately, he found that he could get out of the altar and stop the operation of Xuan Qing Jue.

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Lin Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, and a faint blue light flashed through his eyes.

Xing Hai and several senior brothers and sisters were already seriously injured, but they still stood in front of Lin Chuan without hesitation.

Qin Ziyin's thighs were already pierced by bone spurs, but he continued to throw out life-saving magic weapons to block Lin Chuan's attack from the bone spurs.

The fourth prince's flying sword was stained with the blood of Wuji disciples, flew past Lin Chuan's eyes, and returned to him.

Zhang Fengnian behind Yuan Zhen was imprisoned by the swamp's big hands, and his hands had been twisted into a strange angle.

Yuan Luo led Yuan Cong and Yuan Hui to recite the scriptures of the world, and restore the Buddha's power for Yuan Zhen.

When Lin Chuan saw the surrounding scene clearly, the surging killing intent instantly condensed into tangible tentacles, rising from his back.

The endless killing intent made Yuanzhen's face a little ugly, but he didn't stop attacking, but controlled the endless bones in the swamp to stab the Wuji disciples, and taunted:

"Heh, so what if you enter the sea of ​​qi? If you don't leave the real dragon today, all Wujimen will..."

Before Madoka had finished speaking, the battlefield suddenly became silent.

Lin Chuan's figure staying in place gradually became blurred, and Yuanzhen couldn't say the word "death" in the end, so he stood there in a daze.

"Ding~"

A crisp sound spread throughout the Tiankeng, and with the reorganization of the broken galaxy, Yuanzhen also turned into countless pieces of flesh and blood, and was swept into the air by the belated wind.

But before everyone accepted the fact that Yuanzhen was dead, Lin Chuan's figure became blurred again.

"I am the prince! Lin Chuan, you can't..."

The fourth prince suddenly felt great fear, but Lin Chuan also didn't give him a chance to say a complete sentence, so the terrified expression stayed on his face forever.

It wasn't until the Fourth Prince turned into a corpse that Yuan Luo came to his senses and shouted mournfully:
"Senior Brother!!"

"Lin Chuan, you will fall into Hell forever!!!"

But this time before Lin Chuan could do anything, Zhang Ye, who had been watching from the sidelines, came to the battlefield, and took away the heads of the three Buddhist disciples with a light whisk.

The eighth prince smiled wryly at the edge of the battlefield, and looked at Qin Ziyin, but Qin Ziyin just shook his head helplessly, cutting off his hope of surviving.

Lin Chuan just danced the galaxy for a while, and a fragment penetrated the Eighth Prince's brow.

Zhang Ye flicked the whisk, sent the heads of Yuan Luo and the other three to Lin Chuan's feet, bowed and said:
"Friend Daoist Lin... Zhang Ye swears by the Dao, that he has never met a member of the Wuji sect during this trip to the secret realm, and the Taoist sect is willing to watch and help Wuji."

Lin Chuan's shadow slowly covered the ground under Zhang Ye's feet, and a drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of Zhang Ye's forehead, but he never raised his head.

"roll."

Zhang Ye gritted his teeth, bowed his body and took two steps back, got on the green bull and quickly fled the battlefield.

It wasn't until Zhang Ye's figure disappeared from sight that Lin Chuan fell down slowly...

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On the other side, when Lin Chuan lost consciousness, Jiang Luo and Shuang Yan also arrived at the valley where the wordless stele was located.

The surging literary energy and sword energy filled the entire valley, and the towering wordless monument stood in the middle of the valley like a stone mirror.

In front of the wordless stele, the tall and tall Lu Da was sparring with Qin Wanrong, his slender saber seemed to be used like a dagger by him.

With Jiang Luo's arrival, the violent aura in the valley stopped, Lu Da retracted his sword and sheathed it, Qin Wanrong also retreated, and both of them turned their attention to Jiang Luo at the same time.

"Congratulations, Junior Sister, you are blessed with spiritual favor."

Lu Da nodded, and pulled out a "gentle" smile while controlling the fleshy face.

Qin Wanrong walked over gracefully, took Jiang Luo's hand naturally, and asked softly:
"Sister, do you know what caused the previous explosion?"

"I don't know."

Jiang Luo shook his head lightly, pulled out his hand indiscriminately, and walked to the wordless stele with his frosty face.

Qin Wanrong's face remained unchanged, and she said to Jiang Luo's back:
"Sister, the wordless stele can be tested three times, why don't you compete with us first, it should improve."

Ruda also echoed:
"Lu Mou is also willing to learn the magic method of the teacher's sister."

"Jiang Luo's kindness is appreciated by the two of you, but together with Master Yan, you need a firm heart. After one move, no matter how high or low the inscription is, it will not affect my path to enlightenment."

The veil blocked Jiang Luo's face, but it couldn't block her incomparably confident demeanor.

Lu Da and Qin Wanrong looked at each other, then they each took a few steps back, leaving room for Jiang Luo.

The method of communicating with the gods is not necessarily a monk's secret technique, nor does it necessarily need to have the power to destroy the world, but it must be integrated into the monk's understanding of Tao.

Therefore, if you want to test the level of the wordless tablet, you don't need to go to war. Jiang Luo just condensed a drop of water, flicked the water drop into the wordless tablet.

It's a pity that before the inscription was lit up, a thick gray fog suddenly rose from the bottom of the valley, covering the sky.

The disgusting aura slowly condensed into a petite gray figure, suspended in the air, a semicircular hollow was strangely exposed on the head of the gray shadow, and there was a lot of noise between opening and closing. Weird laughter:
"Hey hey~ I found my sister~"

It's obviously a baby's baby voice, but it is mixed with the echo in the valley, but it makes people feel creepy for no reason.

"Zibuyu is strange and chaotic!"

Lu Da yelled angrily, drew his sword out of its sheath, and his whole body's muscles bulged, and the fitted Confucian shirt instantly turned into a tights, stretched on his body, and the surging literary spirit tore away the gray fog. made a hole.

Shuangyan also flew out from Jiang Luo's shoulder, and sprinkled a circle of ice chips around her to block the erosion of the dense fog.

Qin Wanrong didn't make a move, but looked at the gray shadow in midair, and murmured in disbelief:
"Little Seventeen..."

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