Lin Yun nodded and said: "Okay, then you can stay. But I have no restrictions. I only know one kind of restriction, which is the ghost lock. You should be able to be sure that there is no ghost sword energy in your body."

King Jiuluo opened his mouth wide and looked at Lin Yun in disbelief. He really didn't look like he was lying.

His eyes flickered, as if he wanted to make some kind of decision, and his face became uncertain.

Seeing how entangled he was, Lin Yun smiled and said, "If you take action now, there is no chance of winning, but the probability of death is still very high."

"Have you ever thought about why I kept you alive after knowing the information, and even offered you datura incense?"

"You think I have a restriction in my body that can control you at any time, but in fact I don't... Sword cultivators don't lie to sword cultivators."

King Jiuluo really never thought about this.

"When you fought me before, the sword technique you used was the Ba Sword." Lin Yun asked.

"How do you know?"

King Jiuluo was really shocked now.

"really."

Lin Yun had a look of understanding on his face.

The opponent's swordsmanship looked familiar to him, and he was completely sure of it after the opponent displayed it for eternity and dominated the world.

At this moment, Lin Yun's expression became sad when it came from King Jiuluo's mouth.

One sword sweeps away the floating clouds, one sword breaks through the nine heavens, one sword sweeps across all wastes, and one sword controls the four seas.

There are floating clouds in the sky, and there are eight deserts and four seas.

Many memories appeared in Lin Yun's mind. King Jiuluo used the Ancient Sword Saint Realm Scroll, but it was incomplete and extremely powerful.

The Ba Sword is a sword technique that Lin Yun learned at the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion. It can be traced back and passed down to the Ancient Sword Sect.

The owner of King Jiuluo's body was an elder of the Holy Realm during the most glorious period of the Sword Sect, and he was a Sword Master.

"How do you know!" King Jiuluo was very surprised.

Lin Yun burst out laughing: "How do I know? You only know that I am the Young Master of the Burying Flowers, but you don't know that I am a direct descendant of Yaoguang, and you don't know that I am a disciple of the Sword Sect?"

"If you follow the rules, I have to call you Master."

King Jiuluo was greatly shocked and looked at Lin Yun in disbelief, his eyes becoming blank.

"The mandala incense can allow you to recall some memory fragments of this physical body, thereby greatly increasing your strength and making your understanding stronger. It will allow your swordsmanship talent to continue to approach the strength of this physical body during its lifetime. This should be

The secret you carefully hide."

Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged and he continued.

He looked at King Jiuluo's complex expression and thought about how glorious the Sword Sect was back then, the best in the world, and the Sword Master in the sect could participate in the divine battle.

Nowadays, the entire Sword Sect is not even a holy place, and the last titled Sword Master is on the verge of collapse.

King Jiuluo | was extremely shocked. He did not expect that the other party would have discovered the secret that he had carefully hidden.

What's even more unexpected is that the story here is so twisty.

After a long time, King Jiuluo sighed: "I haven't lied to you before. I am not a senior sword sect. I am King Jiuluo. I am parasitic in this body... There will be some memory fragments, but it is really not..."

Lin Yun interrupted him, took out a crystal bottle, and said: "I know, there are ten drops of mandala incense here, you can keep it for use. How much your strength can be restored to before your death depends on your fate."
Chapter completed!