The Museum of Beasts (Museum of Deadly Beasts)

In a word, the Golden Winged Demon was overjoyed.

"I'm going to bring my son here." The golden-winged demon couldn't wait any longer, but Lin Jin stopped him: "I heard what you said just now, but I'm not in a hurry, and the golden-winged son has not recovered from his injuries. , it is not suitable for moving, it is better to wait a moment, after the ceremony here, I will go to the diagnosis and treatment in person."

There is no need to say that, the golden-winged demon hurriedly nodded. Although he was in a hurry, he also knew that it had been several years, and he was indeed not in a hurry.

Seeing how calm the curator is, maybe this time there is really hope.

Thinking of this, the Golden Winged Demon couldn't calm down, and he was almost tormented after the Black Wind Demon Sect founding ceremony.

Fortunately everything went well.

No one is looking for trouble, after all, who would dare to make trouble at this juncture, not to mention the many masters of the Black Wind Demon Sect, just the Golden Winged Demon, it is absolutely impossible to agree.

Whoever dares to interfere, he is afraid that he will really jump up and kill.

Fortunately, it was a demon sect, there were not too many red tapes, and the format was relatively simple, but the later banquet became the focus and was very lively.

Lin Jin knew that the Golden-Winged Demon was in a hurry, so he just toasted at the banquet, and then let the Golden-Winged Demon lead the way. He went to see the situation of the Golden-Winged Young Master.

The Golden Winged Demon was naturally happy, and the Tiger Daoist wanted to follow him, but Lin Jin persuaded him.

It's very simple, when the Black Wind Demon Sect was founded today, someone has to be in charge.

If the Tiger Daoist also ran away, who would greet the guests?

Naturally, in order to prevent the 'fake Lin Jin' from passing through, Lin Jin also brought it along, so it would be much safer.

"I also asked the curator and brother Lin to sit on my back."

When they got outside, the golden-winged monster immediately showed its original shape and turned into a giant golden eagle, whose size was simply breathtaking.

Fortunately, Lin Jin had also seen the world, so jumping on the back of the eagle, the golden-winged demon immediately flapped its wings.

In an instant, he was far away from the Black Wind Demon Sect. As far as Lin could see, the golden-winged demon could leap thousands of miles every time it flapped its wings. After flapping its wings three times at most, it had already landed on a huge cliff.

"Amazing!"

This is the first time Lin Jin has seen a monster flying so fast. It can be said that it is the fastest flying speed he has ever seen.

none of them.

This golden-winged monster, who has reached the sixth rank, really has two brushes.

This cliff is the cave of the golden-winged monster. There is a huge hole on the cliff. There are many hippogriffs flying around. When they see the golden-winged monster, they all come to salute.

The Golden Winged Demon invited the 'curator' and Lin Jin to enter the cave together, and then saw a woman with a beautiful face and full of demonic energy coming up.

"Come on, ma'am, come and meet the curator, that is my sworn brother, brother Lin Jin." The golden-winged demon immediately said when he saw the woman.

Don't ask, this woman is Lady Goldwing.

Lin Jin glanced at it and saw that the golden-winged lady was not weak. The fifth-order monster was only a little worse than the golden-winged monster.

In this land of Liangzhou, there are really many demon cultivators, not only a Batu Cave, but also the Golden Wing Cliff.

sharp.

Mrs. Golden Wing obviously knew the etiquette very well, and she immediately stepped forward to salute. When she heard that the 'curator' was here to diagnose and treat her only son, Mrs. Golden Wing immediately knelt on the ground excitedly.

"If the curator can save my son, I would like to be a bull and a horse to repay the curator's kindness." Mrs. Golden-winged was a real love at the moment, and after doing so, the Golden-winged Demon actually knelt aside.

Lin Jin hurried to help, but the golden-winged demon said, "The curator doesn't need to think too much. Brother Lin and I are brothers, so you can be regarded as half of my master. It is only right and proper for the disciple to meet the master."

Lin Jin secretly laughed in his heart, but didn't say much, after all, the hearts of parents in the world are pitiful.

After a while, Lin Jin saw the golden-winged son.

It was a dying Garuda. Obviously, because of the serious injuries, it was difficult to maintain a human form.

The golden-winged son is not too small, but at this moment, most of his feathers have fallen off, and he looks like he is on the verge of death.

Just a glance, Lin Jin's brows are wrinkled.

Actually encountered a tough stubble.

This situation is not good, and now Lin Jin is also walking a few steps quickly, and reaches out to touch it, so that the Beast Museum will first identify it.

Looking at the identification results, Lin Jin's face was even more unsightly.

Fortunately, he is wearing a mask now, otherwise the Golden Winged Demon and his wife might faint from fright when they see it. Strictly speaking, this golden-winged boy is not only physically damaged, but actually his soul is seriously damaged.

Someone smashed the golden-winged son's soul to smash. If it wasn't for the golden-winged demon's ability to forcibly lock up the broken soul of the golden-winged son, he would not be able to last for a few years.

Even so, it's not a long-term solution. No accident, if this situation continues for at most one year, the golden-winged son will be smashed.

"It's a little tricky." Lin Jin secretly said in his heart.

However, it's just tricky.

In the Beast Museum, there are still several treatment plans. It can be said that as long as there is a treatment plan, there will be salvation. The difference is only the difficulty.

After pondering for a while, Lin Jin already had a plan in his heart.

He chose a plan that had the best chance of success at present, and that was to repair the soul of the golden-winged son directly with the casting body refining needle.

It was also thanks to Lin Jin that he obtained the magical power of casting the body refining needle. Otherwise, if this was missing, if he wanted to repair his soul, he would have to find some special treasures of heaven and earth.

For example, soul nourishing grass.

Most people have never heard of this thing, let alone looked for it.

It can be said that with the casting body refining needle, Lin Jin saved a lot of energy.

Thinking of this, Lin Jin said to the Golden-Winged Demon: "The Golden-Winged Demon is a good method, but it only uses demonic energy to condense the soul. Even if you are afraid, you won't be able to last for a few years. Now, it should be approaching the limit, right?"

When the latter heard it, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said, "The curator has such fiery eyes, he can even see this."

But he was happier.

The reason is very simple. If the curator can even see this, then maybe there is a way to cure it.

In this way, the Golden Winged Demon is more excited.

"But there is one thing, you have to promise. When I do it in a while, you have to take back all the demonic energy of the golden-winged demon, otherwise your son's injury will be difficult to treat."

Lin Jin didn't talk nonsense.

Now the broken soul of the golden-winged son is forcibly gathered by the demonic energy of the golden-winged monster. Although it can be maintained, the fragments of the soul are in a mess, so there is no way to repair it.

Only when the demonic energy was removed would Lin Jin be able to move the needle.

It depends on whether the Golden Winged Demon is willing to believe in himself, because everyone knows that once the request is withdrawn at this time, and the treatment fails, then there will be no chance to survive.

The golden-winged demon obviously understands this truth, and he really hesitated at this time.

Although he believed that the curator had this ability, he paid attention to the contingency in everything. If it didn't work, his son would surely die.