Late at night, drizzle drizzled in the sky.

The cool raindrops floated in from outside the window of the inn. Lin Muyu stood there quietly with his hands holding the Xingchen Sword. It was another cloudy night and there was no way to practice the Xingchen Art. Fortunately, there was a piece of barbecue with barbecue in the Qiankun bag. After taking it out and chewing it carefully, he used the Qingxin Mantra taught by Tang Xiaoxi to resist the dry and fire energy brought by the barbecue.

"Sisi..."

An inaudible sound came from the veins, and the fiery red fighting spirit could be seen vaguely rushing between the meridians. It was the light of the king's fighting flame. Lin Muyu took a deep breath and continued to refine the strength of the sea of ​​Qi by using the calcined dragon bones and crawling the dragon bones. At the same time, he absorbed the spiritual power in the stew flesh to temper the intensity and purity of the king's fighting flame, making the beam of king's fighting flame in his body become more and more powerful.

Perhaps because the window was opened, the two girls like silver bells came from the room next door. They were still not sleeping and were still laughing.

I don’t know how long it took, but Qin Yin and Tang Xiaoxi’s laughter became less and less, and they probably went to bed.

"call……"

Lin Muyu breathed slowly, and a faint flame flowed out of his mouth. This was the turbid breath in the king's fighting flame. The king's fighting flame was generated by the cultivator's qi sea. It collected the spirits of heaven and earth to refine it. The ultimate purpose of refining was to refine the king's fighting flame to 100% purity and remove the turbid breath in it. Obviously, Lin Muyu is still far from it. If he could really cultivate the king's fighting flame to 100% purity, his power would probably be as strong as Qu Chu in the Holy Heaven Realm today.

Turning back to the room, my body became a little hot.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, silently reciting the mental formula of the Qingxin Mantra in my heart. The king's fighting flames slowly flowed throughout my body, eliminating all the heat caused by the flesh of the sacred flesh. This Qingxin Mantra is indeed very useful and is worthy of being one of the unique skills of the Qihai Tang Sect.

Putting the Star Sword beside the pillow, Lin Muyu subconsciously released the spiritual vein technique and sensed everything around him. Tang Xiaoxi and Qin Yin's aura was slowly decreasing, and the aura of the practitioner after falling asleep will also fall into a dormant state. It is difficult for others to sense it. In addition to the aura of two girls, the aura of Lu Zhong, Lu Chong, Lu Shan and others, and they have not yet fallen asleep.

After quietly closing his eyes, Lin Muyu slowly entered sleep, but the king's fighting flames in his body actually mixed with the mysterious power of the Star Art Technique to float on the surface, forming a faint fiery red star lotus armor to protect the sleeping master.

...

In the dream, the sound of iron hooves was very strong. Lin Muyu frowned tightly and stood on the grass with a sharp sword. He was covered in broken imperial wardrobe armor, covered in blood, roaring "Ahhh". In the distance, the battle flag of Yihe Kingdom was flying, and countless iron cavalry rushed over, and even the general shouted: "If you cut off Lin Muyu's head, you will get a bounty of 100,000."

The sound of hooves came in a dense way. Lin Muyu in the dream had weak arms, and the fighting spirit in her body seemed to have been exhausted.

"Come on."

He roared unwillingly, his arm raised, and the mysterious power of the seven stars brought out azure blue starlight. The seven stars turned roaring out, but the swelling star power seemed too strong, instantly swallowing his right arm, and the whole arm exploded and became a pile of flesh and blood.

“Ahhhh…”

Lin Muyu knelt on the ground, his eyes were already covered in blood.

"A Yu... Go quickly." A long-lost voice came from behind. It was Chu Huaiyan. He was wearing silver armor and white robe, and he was holding a sword in his hand. Starlight flowed in his palm. The star fingers fell heavily into the crowd, causing a group of Yihe Kingdom cavalry to scream. Then, Chu Huaiyan raised his long sword and ordered loudly: "Flying Cavalry Camp, follow me to protect Your Highness and Lin Muyu."

The iron cavalry of both sides rushed together, and blood filled the entire sky.

"puff……"

I don't know who it was, Chu Huaiyan's left arm was broken into two pieces, and countless spears suddenly pierced, piercing countless holes on his handsome body, and blood stained his white robe. He fell from the war horse and rolled into the mud, but he was still holding a long sword in his hand, shouting hoarsely: "For the Empire, for Your Highness, rush for me."

The black cavalry of Yihe Kingdom flew past, and Chu Huaiyan's body drifted away like a broken leaf.

Lin Muyu raised her head and looked at all this helplessly and angrily. The power in her body seemed to have been drained, and she roared like a wild beast: "Don't... don't kill him, you beasts, don't kill him..."

The picture suddenly turned, and Lin Muyu knelt in a puddle.

"Where is this? Brother Chu... Brother Chu..."

He looked around in a daze, tears filled his eyes, but saw a corpse in the puddle several meters away. It was King of Light Qin Jin. At this time, Qin Jin was lying quietly at the bottom of the water, his eyes wide open, and blood-red bruises on his neck. The desolate sword in his hand had been taken away.

Suddenly, a figure leaped away from Qin Jin's body, still as majestic as usual, but the eyes at Lin Muyu were very gentle. He smiled faintly and said, "Ayu, you finally came to see your father."

Lin Muyu slowly stood up and looked at Qin Jin: "Father, you..."

"The Father has left this world."

Qin Jin looked at him deeply and said, "A Yu, my father kept a low profile all his life and thought he could make the empire stronger, but he didn't expect that this result would be the result. A Yu, my father has never treated you like a real father. You won't blame me."

Lin Muyu's body trembled and did not answer Qin Jin's question, but asked: "Father, before you go to Fairy Lake, did you know that Qin Yi would send someone to kill you?"

"So what if you know, so what if you don't know." Qin Jin's eyes were filled with peace and tranquility, and he said with a smile: "What should come will always come, and there is no way to escape. Ayu, you are a strong child. The father has always known him. I also believe that you can achieve something, but the father is worried about Xiaoyin and my only daughter..."

Lin Muyu nodded and looked at the ripples on the water. When it started raining in the sky, he looked up at Qin Jin and said, "Father, I will take good care of Xiaoyin and do my best to protect her."

"Um."

Qin Jin's spirit body slowly flew forward, his palm fell on Lin Muyu's shoulder, his eyes were full of kindness, his palm slowly rose, rubbing Lin Muyu's firm face carved by the wind and frost of time, two lines of tears slowly fell, splashing on the water surface, Qin Jin, the King of Light, actually cried, and said with tears in his eyes: "Ayu, my son, you are the greatest pride in my life, Father, I'm sorry, don't blame me, help me take good care of your sister Xiaoyin, I am ashamed of the world, the only thing I can do is be a good father, Father... I'm leaving, Ayu, you have to take care of..."

As he said that, Qin Jin's spiritual body turned into starlight and flew towards the sky river in the sky, like a firefly.

Lin Muyu slowly knelt in the pool, and tears in his eyes finally burst out. He leaned on a sharp sword in one hand and pressed it into the mud with the other, like a guardian knight, looking up at the sky.

"Father, rest in peace, I will take good care of Xiaoyin, and I will also take back this world for you."

...

"ah……"

He suddenly woke up from the dream. When Lin Muyu opened his eyes, it was already dawn, his cheeks were warm and wet, and he actually cried in his dream. But today's Lin Muyu is no longer the same as before. To him, his weakness was like a poison. He quickly raised his hand to wipe away tears. How could Lin Muyu, one of the four great masters of Lan Yan, cry?

But just as he raised his hand, Lin Muyu found that the star sword next to the pillow disappeared.

"Oh My God."

His body suddenly trembled, and the Star Sword disappeared.

He hurriedly turned over and searched for it, but there was still no trace of the Xingchen Sword. He was immediately anxious. The Xingchen Sword is a first-grade holy weapon and is secondary. The sword soul of the Xingchen Sword is his master, Jian Lao. How could he let the sword be lost in his hands?

I hurriedly put on my clothes and went out, but found Qin Yin and Tang Xiaoxi coming towards me with breakfast.

"What's wrong with Brother Ayu?" Qin Yin asked in surprise.

"The Star Sword was stolen."

Lin Muyu clenched her fist and said angrily: "Someone can steal the Star Sword without realizing it. It's all my fault for being too careless."

"No way."

Tang Xiaoxi opened her mouth wide and said, "Mu Mu, aren't you well versed in spiritual veins? With your ability, who can approach you quietly..."

"I don't know, so look for it now."

"Um."

The two girls didn't care about food anymore, Qin Yin went downstairs and shouted: "Lu Zhong."

Tianji Bo was wearing iron armor and was about to go out, but hurriedly turned around and held his fists respectfully: "Your Highness, please give me instructions."

"The Star Sword of Commander Yu is lost. I will immediately gather your people and search the entire inn and find it for me."

"Yes." Lu Zhong looked horrified: "I dare to ask Your Highness, that Star Sword..."

"The second-class artifact is the artifact that fell from the heavens on Yunling."

"Oh my God..." Lu Zhong was shocked: "I will send someone to investigate this."

"Okay, if you can find it, there will be many rewards."

"yes."

...

Lin Muyu squinted his eyes and looked at Lu Zhong and other people. The spiritual vein technique slowly opened, and the distance became larger and larger, but the slightest breath of the Star Sword could not be sensed within a mile. Continue to use the king's fighting flame to pour it into the spiritual vein technique, extending the radius of reconnaissance.

Two miles.

Three miles.

Four miles.

Wuli.

Liuli.

...

When the spiritual vein technique extended ten miles away, it was already the limit of Lin Muyu's current spiritual power, but at this moment, a familiar wave suddenly appeared in the spiritual vein, which was the sword soul power of the Star Sword.

“Finally found.”

Lin Muyu clapped his hands and said, "Xiao Yin, the Star Sword is right west, heading towards Lanyan City. We immediately got on the horse and chased me. Let's see who ate Xiong Xin Leopard's courage to steal my things."

"good."

It was still drizzling in the morning. The three of them put on straw raincoats, turned over and disappeared into the mist and rain in a blink of an eye.

...

Outside the inn, Lu Zhong, Lu Chong, Lu Shan and others held their fists and respectfully sent the empress away. When the three of them walked away, Lu Chong raised his head and a glimmer flashed through his eyes.

Lu Chong said: "Father, that star sword is really a magical weapon."

"Your Highness said that this is the second-class god level, and it is still above the holy level. It is unique in this plane." Lu Zhong's eyes were filled with excitement and said in a low voice: "Chong'er, how good are the people you sent? You won't be captured by Lin Muyu, right? He is... a saint king-level powerhouse with a king-fighting flame."
Chapter completed!