Chapter 683 A rich harvest
After recording, Ye Lin put the cushion on the ground into the space ring, and then waved his hand, and the words on the surrounding walls disappeared one after another, all destroyed by Ye Lin.
This thing, only Zi Ju knows it, the rest of the people don't know it.
After doing everything, Ye Lin walked into the sixth secret room, which was also the most attractive secret room for him.
"I guessed right, some precious opportunities on the panel will not be displayed, my opportunity will be mine sooner or later, why bother about the length of time?"
Ye Lin thought to himself, his opportunity, whether now or in the future, will belong to him sooner or later, and it will not be displayed on the panel.
Isn't it, isn't my opportunity coming?
In the secret room, there is a wooden frame on the ground, and on the wooden frame, there is a blood-red long sword, and the long sword is surrounded by blood-red light.
When Ye Lin saw the sword for the first time, he almost lost his mind. In front of him, there was a mess, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The next moment, Ye Lin's mind was clear, and he looked at the blood-red sword in front of him with some fear.
How powerful must this sword be to make him lose his mind in an instant? And it's just a sword.
Judging from this alone, this sword has at least killed a True Lord in the Hedao period.
"This sword is at least Heaven Grade."
Ye Lin was a little scared. This sword is at least Heaven Grade, Earth Grade spiritual energy. No matter how powerful his former master was, it was impossible to disturb his mind in an instant.
After adding a few more shackles on his soul, Ye Lin walked forward and grasped the hilt without hesitation.
In an instant, an extremely terrifying force invaded Ye Lin's brain, and his shackles were instantly defeated in front of this force.
Just when Ye Lin wanted to let go, a picture unfolded in his mind, and this terrifying force did not harm him at all.
In the picture, on the dry ground and in the dark sky, there is a blood-colored figure holding a long sword. The long sword in his hand is the blood-colored long sword he holds.
Opposite the lonely figure, there are three extremely dark figures. The breath emanating from the figure is so strong that even Ye Lin dare not look directly at it.
In an instant, the blood-colored figure moved, fighting one against three. The surrounding heaven and earth were broken, and the sky was cracked.
Even the sky above the nine heavens was broken. This battle was fought to the point of the sky breaking and the sun and the moon turning upside down.
In the end, the blood-colored figure won. He was covered with wounds and his breath was weak. He half-knelt on the ground, breathing very weakly, and his eyes were full of blood, but he still won.
The long sword in his hand supported the ground. Just when the blood-colored figure wanted to sit cross-legged to regulate his breath, suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the blood-colored figure.
It was a young man, a very young young man holding a spear.
The aura around the young man was not even a fraction of that of the blood-colored figure, but the seriously injured blood-colored figure was eventually chopped down by the young man's spear.
The blood-colored figure died and fell.
His sword made a mournful cry, turned into a blood-colored stream of light and disappeared into the sky. No one knew where it went.
After watching it, the surrounding space was broken, and the surrounding scene turned into an endless sea. The sea rolled, and huge waves as high as a hundred meters rolled.
Opposite Ye Lin, a blood-colored figure quietly appeared. This blood-colored figure was so similar to the blood-colored figure in the previous picture.
