A thousand kilograms of true dragon holy liquid, Lin Yun is definitely unable to do it right now.

Even in the entire Divine Core Realm, it is impossible to do it. After reaching the Dragon Vein Realm, it is possible, and it is only possible.

Most importantly, this is just the beginning.

He can only make plans when he arrives in the ancient wilderness. His vision is still too low, and he cannot make the most correct judgment on many things.

"Little Bingfeng, what state has your strength recovered to now?"

Lin Yun was more concerned about this.

Xiao Bingfeng thought for a while, and said softly, "If it were outside the Ziyuan sword box, my realm would be comparable to yours, and I would probably have about 70% of the combat power. There is definitely no chance of winning against you, but I also recover. With some of the methods of the past, I have enough time to prepare, I can severely damage or imprison the dragon veins."

Lin Yun nodded, this was not bad, but it was still a bit slow.

The realm is equivalent to mine?

Lin Yun captured some key points. Her realm seemed to be controlled by herself, and she did not make it to the sky.

Could it be that this is the means left by the Ziyuan Sword Saint, so that he has a way to restrain the opponent whenever he wants.

"What if it's in the Ziyuan sword box?"

Lin Yun continued to ask.

Xiao Bingfeng said: "That's amazing. In the Ziyuan sword box, this emperor can use almost all the power of the Ten Thousand Thunder God Pattern. The Ten Thousand Thunder God Pattern has about 1% of the power at its peak. If the other party dares to enter the Ziyuan The sword box, even at the peak of the Dragon Vein Realm, is a dead end."

Excluding the bragging elements, Lin Yun estimated that the peak of the Dragon Vein Realm was hard to say, and the Dragon Vein Realm would definitely die if he broke in.

This is a good idea to control the enemy. You can try it in the future to lure the strong enemy, or directly seal it in the purple kite sword box.

"Can I use the Ten Thousand Thunder God Pattern?"

Lin Yun asked the most crucial question. Now that he has obtained the Ten Thousand Thunder God Pattern, if he can't release it directly, it will be too disappointing.

"Naturally it is possible."

Xiao Bingfeng said: "Essentially, this Ziyuan sword box is yours, and everything here is yours."

"Are you mine too?"

Lin Yun blinked and smiled.

"Go away! You scumbag!"

Xiao Bingfeng's face turned slightly red, and then she glared fiercely and cursed.

Lin Yun stopped teasing her, and asked how to use the power of the Divine Lightning of Myriad Tribulations. After a while, it seemed like he was enlightened.

Still relying on the Purple Kite Sacred Seal!

There are many different gestures on the Sacred Seal of Ziyuan, and different gestures represent different magical powers. The simplest one is to open the door, which is the handprint of Lin Yun entering and leaving the Ziyuan sword box.

The seven supreme god patterns all correspond to a different gesture, and the ten thousand thunder god pattern corresponds to Yulei.

In addition, there are many special gestures, such as devouring, banning, suppressing, and reviving. With the recovery of the Supreme Divine Rune, the ability of the Ziyuan Sword Box will become more and more insane.

After Lin Yun heard this, his scalp felt numb. This purple kite sword box was an artifact in itself.

"It is much more powerful than a divine weapon. Even the Nine Heavens Profound Yellow Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda, which was at its peak back then, can't compare to the Ziyuan Sword Box." Xiao Bingfeng said proudly.

Lin Yun touched the sides of his chin and said in deep thought: "The sword box itself is so powerful, how strong should the sword that should be hidden in the sword box be?"

"I don't know."

Xiao Bingfeng frowned and said, "I have never seen this emperor before. Ziyuan also had seven Supreme Divine Marks back then, but the sword box was always empty. Where is that Supreme Divine Sword, and does it exist? This emperor can't be sure."

"Is there any connection between the Supreme Divine Sword and the ancient gods, this emperor is also confused, and Ziyuan has never talked about it."

Lin Yun's thoughts were like electricity, and he pondered: "This is really a rare thing. If there is no Supreme Divine Sword, why would you build such a sky-defying sword box? It can't be just for fun."

"I don't know, you still haven't learned the Ziyuan Holy Seal."

Xiao Bingfeng said softly.

"Learn, of course you have to learn."

Lin Yun smiled slightly. Naturally, the more such trump cards, the better.

When he went to the ancient wilderness, the danger he faced would be several times that of the Cangxuan Palace.

Lin Yun knew the Purple Kite Sacred Seal by himself, and he learned it very quickly. After two hours, he could basically operate it freely.

He was dressed in a blue shirt and stood in place, his fingers constantly changing, first condensing the holy seal of the purple kite.

Whoa!

At the moment of printing, the fingertips lingered with light, and the palm of the hand was like a jade, emitting a dazzling holy flower.

It was like holding a silver moon in front of his chest, and purple petals were flying in the void.

Whoosh!

Lin Yun's ten fingers changed again, and after a while, he clearly felt that in the secret realm of Ziyuan, there seemed to be ancient beasts who were slowly waking up, accompanied by the fingertips.

Every time he moved his fingers, invisible rays of light were drawn out, connecting with the Supreme Divine Rune that was silent in the Thunder Pond of Myriad Tribulations.

hum!

In the depths of Lin Yun's eyes for a while, suddenly thunder light surged, and a vast and boundless general trend continued to overlap on him.

It didn't take long for sweat to seep out of his forehead, and his body became extremely labored.

It's so hard!

Lin Yun clearly felt that the realm and the physical body did not seem to be able to withstand too much of the power of the divine runes.

And the power of the Divine Thunder of Myriad Tribulations itself is like a vast ocean, and it was only one thousandth of a thousandth that he swayed.

But such power is terrifying enough!

"Royal Thunder!"

When the gestures stopped changing completely, Lin Yun stretched out his hand and pushed it out, venting all the power out.

Ten thunders condensed into a ball of light, whizzed away, and then exploded in the void.

Bang!

Amidst the loud noise, the thunder group exploded like a big sun, and the aftermath was agitated, and the aftermath swept across Lin Yun before he could respond.

Lin Yun's face changed slightly, he stretched out his hand and pulled Xiao Bingfeng into his arms.

"Golden Crow Sacred Wings!"

Then he bent down and squatted down, his back was nearly twenty meters with a metallic sheen, and each feather was as hard as the wings of a holy weapon, enclosing both Xiao Bingfeng and Lin Yun.

Boom!

The electric light exploded, and the loud noises in all directions continued, and it slowly subsided after a long time.

boom!

The wings flicked open, and Lin Yun opened his eyes to see that there was chaos in all directions. At the core of the explosion of the void, there is a dark hole, and the void is directly blown out of a hole like an entity.

Lin Yun opened his mouth wide, unable to speak for a while.

This is still inside the Ziyuan Sword Box. If it is released outside, the destructive power will be terrifying.

Lin Yun sucked in a breath of cold air, only to feel the chill on his back, which was terrifying.

His gesture was very rough, and the Ten Thousand Thunder God Pattern had not recovered to its peak, and Lin Yun's understanding of it was not even a beginner's guide.

If you go further in the future, bless your own swordsmanship, or flick your fingers in secret techniques such as Divine Sword.

It is conceivable that these methods have great potential, waiting for him to tap.

"A fuss."

Xiao Bingfeng walked out and said casually.

Lin Yun smiled embarrassingly. After all, he had never seen anything in the world, and was despised by the emperor again.

"I'm going out first, senior brother is still waiting for me."

Lin Yun said, re-condensed the purple kite and walked out slowly. He didn't notice Xiao Bingfeng's blushing face. He secretly glanced at him and made a mosquito-like sound.

Whoosh!

Coming out of the secret realm, Lin Yun carried the Ziyuan sword box on his back, and when he looked up, he saw Jian Jingtian.

"Success?"

Lin Yun nodded, Jian Jingtian smiled, but there was no big accident.

"But Senior Brother, there is something I need to tell you in advance."

Lin Yun restrained his smile and said sternly.

"You said." Jian Jingtian nodded.

Lin Yun looked back at the Holy Sword Peak, and said in deep thought: "There is an altar in the Holy Sword Peak, which suppresses an alien demon, and will come out sooner or later. That senior can still sit for hundreds of years, but after hundreds of years, still It’s hard to say, it’s a hidden danger after all.”

"I'm here, don't panic."

Jian Jingtian replied simply.

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed.

Hundreds of years later, Jian Jingtian will inevitably become a saint, and how strong will his strength be? Compared with that senior Fu Yunzi, he will only be stronger or weaker.

There is no reason, Lin Yun is so confident in his senior brother.

"You are running out of time. In the last period of time, strive for a good retreat and make your strength further. Compared with the alien demons hundreds of years later, Brother, I am more worried about what you will encounter after you go to the ancient wilderness. The source of the holy, let you be guilty."

Jian Jingtian worriedly said.

"Senior brother, will you come to Jianzong to see me?"

Lin Yun asked suddenly.

The smile on Jian Jingtian's face disappeared, and he fell silent.

After a long time, he said softly: "I once made a big mistake and put the sword sect in a very unfavorable position. I swear to Tian Xuanzi, in the name of the swordsman, that I will not walk out of the floating cloud sword in this life. Zong. Want to leave unless..."

"Unless what?"

Lin Yun hurriedly said, could it be that the swordsman oath could not be avoided.

"Unless Tian Xuanzi, die!"

Jian Jingtian gritted his teeth, mentioning this person, he hated him to the extreme, and said solemnly: "One day, I will kill him myself."

Lin Yun was silent, he naturally supported his senior brother.

But the opponent is Tian Xuanzi, the most enchanting talent in the ancient wilderness for nearly a thousand years, and now his strength is approaching that of Yaoguang Sword Saint.

After Lin Yun left, Jian Jingtian re-banned Shengjian Peak and landed in the pavilion.

When he was about to leave, his eyes fell on the celestial word on the white paper. There were thirty-six strokes in this day, which seemed to correspond to the thirty-six days.

Each sword corresponds to a different artistic conception, intertwined with each other, and the meaning of freedom.

"Thirty-six days..."

Jian Jingtian was fascinated and muttered to himself. Suddenly, afterimages burst out from his body.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of figures each swung their swords.

But there was always someone standing in front of the white paper, and he seemed to move, but he didn't seem to move.

boom!

When all the afterimages overlapped, an ancient word appeared in front of Jian Jingtian.

Jian Jingtian picked up the white paper and pondered: "Interesting, I was thinking that before he left, he passed on a ghost sword technique to him. Now, it seems that this is completely unnecessary. But this word, I have to think about it. Fan, there are really not many secrets on the body of Junior Brother."

When he put away the white paper, a smile appeared on his face.

He suddenly looked forward to it, looking forward to what kind of fame his junior brother would make when he arrived in the ancient wilderness.