Sword Dao Alchemy

Lin Yun and Zhi Meng went straight to the Golden Leaf Valley.

Sige, one of the four ancestors of Aoling, lived in seclusion in the Golden Leaf Valley.

The Golden Leaf Valley is also one of the places with the deepest imprint of the Dao of the Sutra Stone.

The four ancestors of Aoling had ideas about the Sutra Stone, so they naturally started from the outside, hoping to find a breakthrough from the more superficial imprint of the Dao.

The Golden Leaf Valley is indeed well-deserved.

No matter what season it is, the valley is always golden.

There is no miscellaneous color.

And this golden color does not seem vulgar.

Instead, it feels more vigorous.

Spiritual and natural, impeccable!

The two talked and laughed all the way, just like two people who traveled around the mountains and rivers, without any other purpose.

After walking through the long Golden Valley, they saw a tall building and jade pavilion in front of them, standing in the most spiritual place in the valley.

"I didn't expect that the ancestor of Aoling knew how to enjoy it..." Lin Yun said with a smile.

"What kind of ancestors of Oring are they? They were just a bunch of trash."

"I never thought they would call themselves ancestors now."

Zhi Meng sneered.

"But there is nothing we can do... In this place, if they want to call themselves ancestors, no one will object except you." Lin Yun said.

"Yeah... I guess they have suffered enough humiliation in the past, and now... they are letting themselves go."

"Okay! They have enjoyed enough, and now they should follow us back."

Zhi Meng's voice was still cold and ruthless.

"Hehe! It's better for you to have a little emotion in your voice like mine, otherwise, they will see it."

"Although your disguise is good enough, I am afraid of details."

Lin Yun reminded Zhi Meng.

"This... I was a little careless. When I thought of their faces... I actually lost what I had cultivated along the way." Zhi Meng was embarrassed.

"That's right... Even if you always speak with some guilt, it's better than being cold." Lin Yun praised.

"This... I'll think about it for a while. I'm almost at his door, and I'm still a little nervous." Zhi Meng said with a bitter face.

He thought silently, and his facial expression became richer.

Soon, they walked to the door.

On the steps at the door, there was a red-haired young man sitting.

Of course, practicing to the level of Xuanshen... he must be an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

It's just that practicing has made his face youthful forever.

However, he is not young anymore, and his temper is not small.

Seeing Lin Yun and the other two coming.

He jumped up from his seat.

"You two... want to disturb Patriarch Sige too?"

"Get out! I've been waiting at this door for a thousand years..."

He pointed at Lin Yun and Zhi Meng and shouted angrily, his attitude was quite arrogant.

Of course, he had reasons to be arrogant.

His strength has already surpassed the threshold of Guyuan Xuanshen, although it is the lowest among the lowest.

However, the aura surrounding Lin Yun is always similar to that of the original god, which can be said to be very weak.

As for Zhi Meng, he had already restrained his terrifying aura, and only showed the level of Pu Yuan Zhen Shen.

Since he was stronger than the two, why not be arrogant.

What's more, these two people came to grab the opportunity with him.

Patriarch Si Ge met once every thousand years.

He came at an unlucky time.

Last thousand years, he arrived right after others entered.

So, this thousand years... he has been guarding here, not letting others grab his opportunity.

"Get out?"

"This idea seems to be very good."

"But it's not me who will get out!"

Lin Yun laughed jokingly, and rushed towards the red-haired young man with a provocative look.

The red-haired young man felt the strong willpower in Lin Yun's eyes, but he couldn't resist it, so he quickly avoided it.

Then he pulled out the big ring knife behind him and slashed at Lin Yun with one knife.

Zhi Meng wanted to make a move, but was stopped by Lin Yun.

Now Zhi Meng should just stay quietly, otherwise, many efforts to hide will be in vain.

Lin Yun took the lead to block the big ring knife with a sword.

The swords collided.

Fire splashed and violent waves burst out.

Lin Yun retreated, but the red-haired young man was as steady as a rock.

"Boy! You have some strength..."

"But not enough..."

"Get lost!"

The red-haired young man shouted and slashed at Lin Yun again.

Lin Yun retreated very fast, and he couldn't catch up.

But in the void behind him, the Qiankun Sword suddenly whistled.

The red-haired young man was startled, but he also had a plan to deal with it.

A monster suddenly appeared out of thin air behind his head and opened its mouth to swallow the Qiankun Sword.

The Qiankun Sword entered the monster's mouth and exploded.

The monster's head exploded, and the Qiankun Sword also exhausted its power and disappeared into the void.

The two sides were evenly matched in the confrontation of divine arts.

But at the same time, Lin Yun did not retreat but advanced, and attacked with a sword.

The red-haired young man had just performed a divine art, but the opponent's reaction was half a beat slower.

He couldn't block Lin Yun's sharp sword, but was hit by Lin Yun's sword and retreated repeatedly.

Then, Lin Yun disappeared in front of him in an instant.

The red-haired young man knew something was wrong and turned around.

As soon as he turned around, Lin Yun, who appeared behind him, kicked him in the chest.

He could no longer hold on and fell down, rolling several times before stopping.

The red-haired young man stood up, but his face was full of shame. He said nothing and walked out of the valley.

In terms of martial arts, he was equal to Lin Yun, but in terms of mental strength, he was a little behind.

He understood the gap and simply left.

Lin Yun did not chase him and walked towards the door of the mansion with Zhimeng.

When they arrived at the door, the door was wide open, but there was a boy sleeping in front of the door, snoring.

"Junior Lin Yun! Zhimeng wants to see the old ancestor Sige!"

Lin Yun said loudly to the inside of the door, and his voice had traveled through, and I'm afraid the whole mansion could hear it clearly.

The sleeping boy at the door was startled and pointed at Lin Yun and the others and shouted: "There are still a few months before the thousand-year period. Don't you know the rules?"

"What a pity! We can't wait for a few months."

"If we wait a few more months, we will forget some things and can't tell your master."

Lin Yun laughed coldly, his attitude was very arrogant.

"Bah! What do you have? How can my ancestor be interested in it..." The boy's scolding became more and more unpleasant.

"It's a few words in the tomb of the god Oga..."

"Only I know, but others can't know..."

Lin Yun's voice was actually smaller at this time, and even the boy in front of him couldn't hear it clearly.

Although there are not many words in the tomb of Oga God, but... Suibian Zhimeng can take out some ancient secrets, which is enough to fool the old man Sige.

As long as he can see this old guy, he can take the picture of Wandao Flower and leave.

Sure enough, Lin Yun's words are very attractive.

Even if the boy in front of him can't hear the words clearly, he can hear them clearly inside.

"Please come in, both of you! Don't stop me!"

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