Sword Dao Alchemy

"What a lovely girl! Come here, this is a half-real image!"

"I want to get close to you too!"

The beautiful voice can make people lose their souls.

If Lin Yun hadn't been constantly begging in his heart, he would have fallen into it.

The power of whoosh rolled over and rolled Lin Yun in front of the Flame God of War.

Although it was just an image, the fragrance on the body was still intoxicating.

Lin Yun didn't hesitate at all at this time.

If he hesitated any longer, he might not be able to do it.

A paper bag was already in his hand.

At the moment when the Flame God of War pulled him over, he pressed the paper bag against the heart of the Flame God of War.

The paper bag turned into a flame of nothingness and disappeared, and the blood-red heart-piercing pill inside had already drilled into the body of the Flame God of War's image.

"Boom!"

The blood-colored flames emerged from the heart of the Flame God of War and engulfed her in an instant.

"Ah! Heart-destroying Pill! Boy, where did you get it? You are so treacherous!"

"I won't let you go."

She screamed and wanted to do something to Lin Yun, but she couldn't use any strength.

This Heart-destroying Pill is extremely magical.

Although it only stained her image, it followed the path of the image and directly found her body.

In her War God Palace, her beautiful body was also covered with blood-red flames.

Although it didn't take her life, it made her cultivation level decline and her mind was severely damaged. If she wanted to recover, it would probably take 100,000 years.

"Lin Yun! I remember you! The first day I recover my strength, I will go around the world to hunt you down!"

The Flame War God shouted hatefully.

However, Lin Yun is not an ordinary person.

For others, it may take hundreds of thousands of years to cultivate to become a true god.

But Lin Yun doesn't need that long.

So, when she recovers, she is not even an ant in front of Lin Yun.

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In the sword tomb, the image of the Fiery God of War, along with his finger bones, turned to ashes.

Lin Yun, holding the sword scripture, came to the Sword of the Heavenly Venerable.

"With the sword scripture, according to your words, everything here belongs to you."

The Sword of the Heavenly Venerable trembled slightly, but the sword energy that burst out was getting more and more intense.

Lin Yun was already in pain, and the Star-Eating Sword in his hand was also trembling.

"Thank you, Heavenly Venerable!" Lin Yun endured the severe pain and said respectfully.

"Why thank me! I'm just a sword, not Heavenly Venerable. I'm guarding something that even Heavenly Venerable can't conquer for Heavenly Venerable. If I give it to you, it may also be a disaster."

"Disaster? What exactly is it?" Lin Yun was surprised and doubtful, and he couldn't even feel the pain caused by the sword energy.

"It's the Sword Path True Soul, something that can be used to cast the spirit of the divine weapon."

"Sword Path True Soul!" Lin Yun was surprised and happy, and looked at the Star-Eating Sword.

The Star-Eating Sword has been dormant for a long time. Although it doesn't need to be recast, Lin Yun hopes that this Sword Path True Soul can awaken the spirit of the Star-Eating Sword.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a crack appeared on the Sword of the Heavenly Venerable, and a more violent sword aura permeated out.

"Ah! What happened to this Sword Soul? It went crazy and destroyed me."

The Sword of the Heavenly Venerable was shaking more and more violently, and the cracks on it were increasing. It screamed in fear.

"I can't subdue him. It depends on your life or death."

The Sword of the Heavenly Venerable could only lament. He would soon collapse and release the devil inside.

The Sword Soul is a good thing. If it is restrained, it is a god. If it is not restrained, it is a devil.

"Woo woo woo~~~~"

The Star-Eating Sword in Lin Yun's hand also burst out with a sharp whistling sound, and it was about to slip out of Lin Yun's hand.

Lin Yun was overjoyed.

"This is definitely a blessing, not a curse. Go!"

Lin Yun pushed the Star-Eating Sword towards the Sword of the Heavenly Venerable.

"Bang!"

The Sword of the Heavenly Venerable was completely shattered, and three sword lights rushed out and fell on the sword scripture in Lin Yun's hand, turning into three sword patterns of purple, green and white.

At the explosion, a diamond-shaped golden-blue sword appeared, bursting out with destructive sword energy, destroying everything here.

The Star-Eating Sword descended above him, and a black hole spread out on the dark sword body, covering and suppressing the golden-blue sword, and the violent sword energy was swallowed up by the black hole.

"Ah! What kind of sword are you? Why are you so powerful?" The golden-blue sword was filled with terrified mental fluctuations.

The Star-Eating Sword just tried its best to suppress it and ignored it.

His sword spirit was still sleeping, and swallowing the sword soul at this time was just an unconscious action.

"Ah! Ignore me, I will fight you!"

The golden-blue sword struggled desperately, trying to break through the black hole of the Star-Eating Sword.

The Star-Eating Sword just suppressed it calmly.

The two sides were deadlocked like that...

Lin Yun was not worried. The Star-Eating Sword could now bind the sword soul, so it would naturally be able to swallow it in the end. It was just a matter of time.

But he looked at the three rays of light on the sword scripture.

Just one look, I felt that my soul was shaken and almost destroyed.

However, it only stimulated him for a moment, and the three sword energies subsided, just like the three ordinary patterns on the sword scripture.

But it also gave Lin Yun a way to control the three sword energies.

"What a powerful three sword energies."

"It is the last guarantee left to me by the sword of the Heavenly Venerable."

"Purple Great God, Green Small God, White Great Xuanyang."

"Not a few, there are still some too much, three times may not be enough."

"However, I have to thank others for their kindness. The Sword Sutra is in my hands, but they are afraid that their inheritance will be buried!"

Lin Yun was thinking, but he looked into nothingness and said loudly: "Thank you, Senior Sword Master!"

There would be no response in the void, but Lin Yun felt at ease.

"This is the holy land of swordsmanship, let's make the Holy Emperor's eighth heaven perfect!"

Lin Yunduan sat in the sword tomb and understood the principles of swordsmanship with his heart.

The sword energy permeating the body became increasingly sharp, wreaking havoc in the sword tomb, making the Eighth Heaven of the Holy Emperor gradually complete.

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"The sword of Tianzun! I hate it! It fell into Lin Yun's hands."

In the secret place of Ye Mo Celestial Palace, Ye Hua was so heartbroken that he could not stab himself to death.

"I'm really useless. I always lose at his hands."

"No, I will never give in. I want to get the Sword of Heaven."

"With the Sword of the Heavenly Lord, my Yemo Tiangong will rise again, and I will become the only heir to the Tiangong."

"Although the family ancestor cannot come out of seclusion, it is enough to deal with him, Lin Yun, in the Great Xuanyang realm!"

"I robbed them all on the way. I don't believe I won't get what I want."

"That's it! I'll go ask my tenth uncle!"

Ye Hua left the secret place to plan.

…

"What, my son of the Tang family was killed by Lin Yun in public! It's tolerable, but what can't be tolerated. If I endure it this time, how can I, the Tang family, hang out and find important people from the Canglan Sect?"

"Yes! We have to ask the Canglan Sect for people. I also contacted the Xiao family and the Lu family. Their core disciples also died at the hands of Lin Yun."

"Also Elder Ji from Canglan Sect also supports us."

"Haha! This time, I will use this boy's name to show off my power in the Canglan Sect. I won't have to beg him like my grandson in the future."

"Kill two birds with one stone! Good thing!"

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Soon, several forces that had contacted each other headed towards the Canglan Sect.

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