Chapter 1157: Patriarch's Treasure

"Are you going to use him for refining treasure?" Lin Fei stared at the bald freak carefully for a long time, then turned to look at the head and asked.
"Yes..." The head looked at the figure with a respectful face, followed by bowing down.
Li Beixing was stunned in the back, and no matter what happened, he quickly knelt down and knelt three heads.
Seeing Lin Fei's startled gaze, his head sighed softly: "This is the magic weapon I want to refine. At the same time, he is also the founding ancestor of my Lingyue school. The two Fuzhuans I told you are also The legacy left by the patriarch."
Lin Fei was shocked and could not imagine that this man was not a ghost or a ghost. He was about to be bald as a magic weapon, but was he actually the founder of the Lingyue School?
The head of the team seemed to know Lin Fei's doubts and slowly explained: "The story is long. At the beginning, the grandfather was obsessed with refining tools. During the last hundred years of life, he told disciples to refine the last magic weapon of his life, and then fell into retreat. But at the end, the disciples learned that the last magic weapon the ancestor wanted to refine turned out to be himself..."
Lin Fei suddenly looked at the bald head in the magma. No wonder this body can be preserved for thousands of years without being damaged. Obviously it was the result of refining itself.
But now it seems that the grandfather's last refining device apparently failed, and it also turned into a murderous thing, which was suppressed here by generations of disciples...
Until now, the demon looted, and the master's idea of ​​fighting the remains of the patriarch again would rather dig it out and refine it again at the cost of his own life.
Thinking of this, Lin Fei immediately understood what was meant by the head of the head. If he could successfully refine the treasure, he must have completely mastered the material of the treasure, and indeed he did not need the head to tell the life of the ancestor, he himself Can dig out the memory of the patriarch from this body...
However, whether it will succeed or not depends on the next process of treasure refining...
Lin Fei rose into the sky, and at the next moment, he reached the top of the volcano.
The patriarch still slept under the package of magma and chains, as if he knew nothing about the outside world, but Lin Fei did not dare to carelessly. He drew a few times in the sky, followed by awe, and showed it in front of the head. The three characters of Zhuan Zhuo flew out.
The three Fuzhuan reveals a golden light, flying and rotating in the air, passing through the heavy chains, and penetrates into the body of the patriarch without any obstruction...
The head and Li Beixing watched all the way below, seeing that the Patriarch had not been awakened, only to be slightly relieved.
However, at this moment, Lin Fei's face suddenly changed, and Fei stepped back...
Roar!
A tremendous roar came, which contained a monstrous murderous intention, but I saw that the priest who was sleeping peacefully suddenly opened his eyes wide, revealing a pair of pure black pupils.
Under this roar, he exploded into the magma with infinite power, and the thick magma exploded, forming ripples, and burst into all directions.
Lin Fei was the first to bear the brunt, holding Xiri's sword gas in his hand, and drew a three-foot sword fence in front of him. The heavy magma splashed up, but was blocked by all.
Lin Fei had no time to pay attention to these magma, his eyes fixed on the awakened ancestor...
I saw the ancestor roaring again and again, the crimson stripes all over my body as if I were alive, walking and twisting like a living snake.
The whole person exudes mania, constantly struggling in the magma, exploding in infinite strength, and even pulling the huge chain on his body, slamming a large piece of magma sparks in the magma.
It's just that he can't break free despite how he struggles.
Because in his face, three golden seals continued to appear and disappear, seemingly inconspicuous, but like a nail, nailing the surging power inside the patriarch's body.
The head looked at all of it from below, and his face couldn't help showing a worried look.
Now it seems that the three Fuzhuan are indeed extraordinary, but they can actually trap the ancestors, but seeing the venerable princes, for a long time, I am afraid that Lin Fei can't stop it, and it will even affect the entire Lingyue School...
"Sure enough, I'm anxious..." The head of the sigh sighed, and he was also in a hurry to see the doctor. Seeing Lin Fei able to cast three Fuzhuan, let him try it. Now that he is in trouble, this is also blaming himself. Believe in a junior...
Now that this scene is happening, he has to clean up...
Just about to shoot, Li Beixing hurriedly stopped: "Master, wait a little longer."
"Is there anything to wait for?" The head was a little displeased. Waiting so long might not be a matter of consuming months of life.
"Master, believe me, wait for a while." Li Beixing was sincere, but he refused to let go.
"You..." The head immediately frowned, trying to shoot him away directly, but suddenly he saw Li Beixing's sincere look, but hesitated.
I have always been obedient to this disciple, but now I am blocking myself. Is there really any hidden reason?
Seeing Li Beixing's firm face, the head suddenly sighed and shook his hand: "Well, anyway, it is also you who wait for the young people to inherit this, and you don't have to regret it later."
"Thank you, Master." Li Beixing was grateful, thank you very much.
When he saw this, he shook his head, and he didn't know where his self-confidence came from...
Li Beixing naturally knows his master's concerns, but he really can't explain his source of confidence.
After all, his experience with Lin Fei was incredible.
Beheading and killing the ghost emperor, and falling into the illusion, finally have to put a foot in the battle between the two real bodies.
In contrast, the remains of the ancestors in every district, Lin Fei can easily suppress them by using some means...
For example, Li Beixing knew that the golden seals used by Lin Fei today are far more than three, but there are as many as nine.
In the head of the Black Mountain, nine seals are drawn together, and even the stone can be bound, and the body of the patriarch is naturally no exception...
really……
Seeing the three Fu Zhuan shaky, the Patriarch's power began to overflow, and under Lin Fei's hand, two Fu Zhuan floated out, cooperating with the first three Fu Zhuan, firmly nailed to the Patriarch's limbs and head Above.
All of a sudden, the patriarch succumbed to the flag, and even the roar suddenly disappeared. Except for the red stripes on the body surface, it was still alive and twisted, and the entire portrait returned to a deep sleep.
"This, this is..." The head of the team was stunned. He didn't know what to say at the moment, and he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the five fuzhuan shining with golden light.
Before Lin Fei-shi exhibited three seals, he could not believe him, but now there are five...
What is that concept?
The two characters of Zhuanzhuan support the Lingyue School's ten-thousand-year heritage, turning it into a middle-class school with a special status.