The Museum of Beasts (Museum of Deadly Beasts)

Although it was a question, the meaning was already obvious. The other party believed that it was from the 'curator', and of course Lin Jin could hear it, so he didn't explain, just nodded as an acknowledgement.

"Ling Shizhen is a god." Real Miaoyan sighed with emotion.

It is very simple, because if he is asked to find a refining method, even the magic weapon he is best at cannot be so meticulous and detailed.

No admiration.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, don't worry, this purple electric needle will be handed over to me to refine. It may take a few days. During this time, please stay in the Xuan Dao Sect, and all the places in the sect can go to fellow Dao Lin."

These words were said by real people, so they are not just polite words.

In other words, with this sentence, Lin Jin is unimpeded in the entire Xuan Dao Sect, and he can go anywhere.

After speaking, Master Miaoyan went to talk to the unicorn fairy for a few words, and then left. The unicorn fairy also looked tired, which was normal. According to Lin Jin's analysis, the unicorn fairy was injured. It is no trivial matter. It is estimated that most of the time in these years has been sleeping, and there are definitely not many days to wake up.

This is also the easiest way to recuperate. Not surprisingly, the unicorn fairy beast must also go back to sleep these days.

Before leaving, the unicorn fairy beast gave Lin Jin something.

That's a scale.

It was the size of a palm, like something that a blacksmith had forged with five-color black iron.

At first, Lin Jin didn't know what it was, nor did he understand the meaning of the unicorn fairy beast, but when Lin Jin took it over, he immediately knew what was going on.

"Mr. Lin knows what this is?" The unicorn beast looked expectantly. He just observed Lin Jin's appearance, and it seemed that some changes had taken place.

Obviously, Lin knew what it was.

As a result, Lin Jin shook his head with a smile: "I can't see it yet, I need to study it."

The unicorn fairy thought for a while: "Mr. Lin can save this thing first. If you can really study some features, please let me know, Qi will be grateful."

After speaking, he glanced at the scale that had been handed over, and then said goodbye and left.

Are there any beasts in this world that can't be identified?

Apparently it doesn't exist.

The moment Lin Jin got the scale, he already knew where it came from.

"The scales of the ninth-order swallowing beast, I never imagined that there would be such a thing." Lin Jin muttered to himself, thinking about it again, Lin Jin knew what was going on.

The unicorn fairy beast was injured by the swallowing fairy beast. At that time, the unicorn fairy beast was an eighth-order fairy beast, and its strength was tyrannical. It must also have a battle with the swallowing beast.

As a result, the unicorn fairy beast was almost killed, and since then it has been severely injured and survived. This scale should be peeled off from the swallowing fairy beast at that time.

One was severely injured and half-dead, and the other just lost a scale. It was obvious who was stronger and who was weaker.

"Is there such a big difference between the eighth and ninth orders?" Lin Jin's expression was a little dignified, but now he thought it was too early.

The most powerful ghost-blood beasts in his hands are only sixth-order, and Xiaohuo is only fifth-order. Now Jiuyangjing is not easy to deal with. Even if he gets it, Xiaohuo is only sixth-order.

This sixth-order is still a lot worse than the eighth-order, not to mention the ninth-order.

Maybe there is only one Immortal Swallowing Beast who has reached the ninth rank in this world.

"It's a long way to go!" Lin Jin muttered, and Chen Xuankong came in at this time outside, leading Lin Jin to leave.

Next, Lin Jin was arranged to temporarily live in Xuan Daozong.

Miaoyan Zhenren went to refine the Purple Thunder God Needle, and it would take three to five days. Lin Jin knew this very well. How powerful the Purple Thunder God Needle was, how difficult it was to refine.

To put it simply, the Purple Thunder God Needle is the highest-ranked God Refinement Needle. If it was Lin Jin who had to refine it himself, he would have to cultivate to the realm of immortals.

But in fact, until that day, I still don't know that the year of the monkey will be the month of the horse. Therefore, being able to borrow the power of others can of course allow Lin Jin to enjoy the power of the 'Purple Thunder God Needle' in advance.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, this is the guest house in my sect. It's a bit rudimentary, so please bear with me." Chen Xuankong led Lin Jin to a rather unique hanging stone courtyard.

The so-called hanging stone courtyard is a huge boulder that rises two feet in the air. Below it is a floating gravel that stretches upwards as a staircase. After going up, there is a small courtyard built on top of the boulder. The house has no bed, only a futon for meditation, with an incense burner, a book table, and a stone table and stone bench in the courtyard. Simple is simple, but definitely not simple.

Anyway, Lin Jin took a look and immediately fell in love with this place.

"It's elegant here, I like it very much!" Lin Jin told the truth, Chen Xuankong didn't leave immediately after settling Lin Jin, but at Lin Jin's request, he took him around in the Xuan Dao Sect.

In this Xuan Dao sect, it is obvious that the Qiankun magic has been used to open up the space, so it is quite vast, but the scenery inside the sect is beautiful, and although there are many palaces, there are a few people.

Chen Xuankong told Lin Jin that this was something that could not be done. After all, the immortal Daoist Ding was ridiculed, not only in Xuandao Sect, but also in other immortals.

Many of the immortals in the door escaped from the catastrophe of the immortal realm. Until now, they are at least a few thousand years old, and there is not much life left.

True immortals like Miaoyan Zhenren are fine, otherwise, immortals like Chen Xuankong can reach the pinnacle of virtual immortals.

But many immortals do not have this ability.

In the past thousand years, many immortals have perished due to the exhaustion of their lifespan.

Therefore, many immortals are actually trying to 'sleep'. This is a special immortal method. When you fall asleep, the loss of lifespan will be reduced by one-third, but this is real sleep, not retreat, nor cultivation, but There is no way, in order to live longer, the immortals can only do this.

There are also some immortal disciples who look very old, but in fact they are far less old than senior disciples like Chen Xuankong.

These were also cultivated to become immortals, and many of them were mortal disciples who were brought in together at the time of the immortal catastrophe.

At that time, he was a mortal, maybe even a child who didn't know much about things, but after so many years, he also cultivated into immortals and grew older.

Because of the background problem, they looked a lot older, and some of them were even trembling. Anyway, Lin Jin met several white-haired old immortals along the way.

This scene is not too weird at all.

At this time, Lin Jin saw the moving scripture pavilion in front of him. Zuomen and Huangshi Sanren were holding a book each, and they were watching intently. They didn't even know when they got close, which shows how absorbed they were.

Lin Jin didn't bother them.

This kind of immersion can be regarded as a kind of opportunity. If it is destroyed, it may destroy the opportunity for a breakthrough. Naturally, Lin Jin will not do such wicked things.

Moreover, it seems that Zuomen and Huangshi Sanren may take a long time to become absorbed in this time. It just so happens that Lin Jin is going to stay in Xuandao Sect for a while, so let them go.