Chapter 290 Whereabouts of Lin Zhetian?

Time passed slowly, Lin Feng sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, his face showed a pale color, but the breath on his body became more rounded, and a feeling of Buddha spread from Lin Feng's bones, Meng Tianlu's eyes widened, Seeing this change in Lin Feng at the moment really made him feel horrified.

"call…"

Finally, with Lin Feng putting his arms on his legs and letting out a sigh of relief, the breath of space on the sixth floor became easy-going, and finally returned to normal. The old man Meng Tianlu dared to approach Lin Feng, not worried about being attacked by Lin Feng again. The momentum flew out.

"My little brother's talent and strength make this old man ashamed." Seeing Lin Feng who opened his eyes, Meng Tiantian couldn't help but smiled bitterly.

Hearing this, Lin Feng was startled for a moment, and then remembered what happened just now, and smiled ashamedly, and said to the old man: "I didn't expect that such a thing would happen after I saw the content of the Great Buddha Jue." It's a big deal, please don't blame the seniors."

"Hey, I don't blame you for this matter, it's just that the old man was too reckless and forgot the explanation of this magical skill when he saw the Great Buddha Art."

Meng Tianlu smiled wryly, then raised his head, recalling the scene of discovering the Great Buddha Jue with some nostalgia.

"That was when I was five hundred years old. I had just broken through to become the Holy Emperor. On the way back to Jianshan, I met a group of robbers. They killed an old man with white hair and youthful face, and then robbed everything on the old man. "

"At that time, my strength was humble, and I couldn't help the old man at all. I just buried the old man's body on an unnamed mountain, but when I was about to leave, the old man's remaining energy entered my mind. "

"He thanked me for not letting him die in the wilderness, that is, he taught me the magic skill that he is most proud of in his life, the Great Buddha Art. He knows that my talent is not so good, and he only hopes that in the future he can make this book Let the tactic be passed on, don’t be buried.”

"I haven't had time to agree to his request, the old man has lost his soul, so far I have carried this wish of the old man until now"

"Hehe, it's all over now. The Little Buddha Jue is finally merged with the Little Futu Jue. Only when the two of them get together can the Futu Jue be considered complete."

As Meng Tianlu said, he looked at Lin Feng with a look of relief on his face. He now found out that Lin Feng is the best successor of the Futu Jue. He passed it on to Lin Feng, which is considered to have fulfilled the wish of his old family.

"Senior's kindness, Lin Feng dare not forget." Hearing the old man's words, Lin Feng clenched his fists and bowed heavily for the old man, his eyes full of sincerity.

Meng Tianlu laughed contentedly, and then sighed: "After you go out, don't mention to those people that my remnant soul is here, even Meng Ke and Meng Jin can't tell, let them all think that the old man is dead. "

"Well, I remember the words of the seniors, but I can't go out yet, the boy on the seventh floor still wants to go and have a look."

Lin Feng nodded and agreed to the old man's request, but he didn't intend to leave immediately. Instead, he wanted to go up to the seventh floor to take a look.

The old man knew this well, so he didn't hinder Lin Feng. He naturally knew that there was no danger on the seventh floor.

"By the way, if you meet that old guy who sharpens the sword, don't tell him about the sword tower. He has been retreating here for a hundred years and hasn't noticed my existence for a while. Who are those eyes looking at him?"

"So Lin Feng, don't mention me to him, let alone say you've seen me, understand?" Meng Tianlu seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly shouted at Lin Feng.

But at this time, Lin Feng had already stepped out and went straight to the seventh floor. He didn't know if he heard Meng Tianlu's words.

The old man could only watch in dismay as Lin Feng's figure disappeared, and then the illusory figure dissipated completely, continuing to turn into the sixth layer of dust.

Lin Feng came to the seventh floor. The space here is much smaller than that on the sixth floor, but there are many god emperor artifacts on the shelves here, all of which are middle-grade god emperor artifacts, such as swords, knives, axes, long whips, Everything you need.

On the other side, Lin Feng also saw countless exercises, and even quasi-magic skills began to appear. Lin Feng remembered that the elder Xing Xing said that although he was strong, he lacked quasi-magic skills. If he had more quasi-magic skills, he would naturally practice and fight Get twice the result with half the effort.

"Quasi-magical skill, the top of the universe"

"Quasi-magical skill, the dragon goes out to sea"

"Quasi-magic skill, three thousand avenues? Huh? Three thousand avenues"

Lin Feng walked up to the shelf and looked at these quasi-magic exercises. The last quasi-magic exercise attracted Lin Feng's attention. He couldn't help picking up this yellowed exercise. He didn't immediately open the essence of morality inside, but Look at the written request.

"Those who are lower than the fifth level of the Holy Spirit Emperor are not allowed to practice." Lin Feng muttered, and then he couldn't help laughing out loud. After breaking through just now, he was already the majestic sixth level of the Holy Spirit Emperor, so he didn't need to pay attention to the premise.

"There are three thousand ways, and the tricks are invisible, but they are more tangible. Every punch, finger, palm and drink is one of the three thousand. The tricks are varied, but when it comes down to the long-cherished wish, they are all for the purpose of killing people."

Lin Feng looked at the annotations on the exercise, contemplated it seriously, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. He has basically mastered the morality of the three thousand ways, so it doesn't make much sense whether he reads the essence or not.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, and put the Great Dao Sanqian on the bookshelf. After all, this is the holy place for Jianshan's cultivation, and the things inside cannot be taken.

"Huh? This breath?"

At this moment, a subtle breath attracted Lin Feng, and he couldn't help but look at the bookshelf directly above the Dao Sanqian Kung Fu book. There was a very ordinary piece of paper, but it was just such a piece of paper. The paper made Lin Feng feel a very familiar breath, even so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it.

"Tian'er? This...is this Tian'er's breath, and Tian'er's notes?"

Lin Feng became excited in an instant. Lin Feng, who had always disliked happy faces, became anxious. He held the paper carefully with both hands. Seeing the writing on it, the writing was very short and the content was not very much.

"Lost? What is lost? Returning, how to return? Father, mother, the child is unfilial, and there is a mistake in cultivation. I am afraid that I will be ashamed to see your elders."

"Tian'er, what did you say?"

When Lin Feng saw the content on the paper, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he felt something was wrong. What happened to Lin Zhetian? To leave this sentence here, and when did Lin Zhetian come to Jianshan?

Lin Feng had a lot more thoughts in his heart, this piece of paper was put away by Lin Feng, Mengqing was Zhetian's biological mother, and had the right to know about it.

But the only thing Lin Feng can be sure of is that Lin Zhetian has been to Jianshan, it seems that the only way to find out is to ask the Elder Punishment.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng went down the seventh floor without hesitation. When he returned to the sixth floor, Lin Feng could no longer feel any aura of Meng Tianlu. Lin Feng was thinking about his eldest son in his heart, and he didn't care where the old man went, so he went down directly. five floors.

When he came to the fifth floor, Lin Feng saw that Mengqing, who was dressed in white, had woken up and was getting familiar with the feeling after breaking through.

"The fifth level of the Holy Spirit Emperor, as expected, you have also broken through." Seeing Mengqing, Lin Feng couldn't help laughing out loud. The talent of Mengqing's cultivation is also very terrifying. If he hadn't met himself, his strength might be much stronger than it is now .

"Sir, I smell Tian'er's breath, it's on your body, you..."

"Mengqing, please look at this first."

Lin Feng interrupted Mengqing's questioning, and then handed the piece of paper left by Lin Zhetian to Mengqing. Mengqing took the paper with a worried expression on her face, and finally a trace of paleness appeared on her face. She couldn't help trembling, but was supported by Lin Feng.

"Mengqing, don't worry, let's go out and ask the punishment elders."

"Finally there's news from Tian'er, I'm also very anxious." Lin Feng comforted Mengqing, and then dragged Mengqing straight down.

Soon the two had arrived at the entrance of the tower on the first floor. They seemed to be very sensitive. The door in front of them was opened again with a bang. Lin Feng and Mengqing couldn't help squinting their eyes, and a strong light came in. The venue clearly appeared in his eyes, as well as the figure of the punishment elder.

Before Lin Feng could come out, Mengqing had already flown out, and he went straight to the punishment elder with an anxious expression on his face.

Lin Feng sighed. A mother's love is indeed the greatest in the world, but a father's love is deep. Don't you worry about your son? But it can only be hidden in the heart.

Lin Feng followed Mengqing and flew to the elder Xing Xing.

The old man couldn't help being surprised when he saw that Mengqing and Lin Feng's aura became much stronger, and their strength increased a lot.

"you…?"

"Senior, where is my son? Where is Lin Zhetian?"

Just as the old man was about to ask aloud, Mengqing directly interrupted the old man's question and asked anxiously.

In an instant, the old man's face became serious, and there was more shock and disbelief in his eyes.

"What did you say? Zhetian is your son? Your own son?"