Chapter 214 (2/2)

Inadvertently, Lin Xun noticed the gray bead he had stored in his Small Sumeru Ring again.

What exactly was it?

Lin Xun held it in his hand. In a moment, he felt a familiar cold breath, as if he was stared at by an ancient evil, which frightened him.

Suddenly, Lin Xun operated the Meditating Magic, and visualized the image of “the eternal night sky and the bright stars” to keep calm. Just in a flash, that cold breath collapsed and disappeared.

Lin Xun’s mind became clear. He noticed that the gray bead was changing quietly.

Inside the bead, there was spiritual light like gray sea, which gradually evolved into the shape of a big bow. It seemed that a holy longbow was sealed inside the bead, struggling and trying to break out of the bead.

A wisp of spiritual Gang power in his fingertip was released and poured into the gray bead.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the gray bead totally changed and turned into a bow, lying in his hands.

Lin Xun was shocked by such an amazing scene. It was the first time for him to see that a mysterious bow could turn into a big bow.

What kind of treasure was this?

Among all the spiritual weapons in the world, only the armors with spiritual tattoos could be sealed in a small bead with such magic means.

But it was not the armor with spiritual tattoos but a bow!

That was amazing!

Soon, Lin Xun was attracted by the appearance of the longbow. The bow was quite ferocious, made up of skulls and full of violent and cold breath.

The string of the bow was in a strange color of blood red. The white skull body and the thin string were perfectly combined together, forming a thrilling picture.

But it was quite light like a feather. If it was carefully noticed, it was full of natural beauty, as if it was not created by someone but a natural thing!

Lin Xun tried to draw the bow. At the moment the bow was drew fully, Lin Xun felt a cold breath poured over his body.

Suddenly, the world was totally different. He could see the tiny dust floating in the air, the track of air flowing in the dark slowly, an ant caterpillar sleeping in the corner of the wall…

Besides, Lin Xun could feel that all his emotions seemed to disappear, leaving only calmness like ice and snow.

Under this extreme calmness, it seemed that he could use the bow to kill anyone else as long as he was willing to!

It was such a strong feeling that Lin Xun doubted that he no long belonged to himself, but a god having the unique skill of archery!

The feeling was so amazing that one could not help indulging in it. But there was a hint of vigilance in Lin Xun’s mind.

Something must be wrong!

It seemed that this bow was controlling him!

Suddenly, Lin Xun tried his best to awake from the state of extreme calmness and gasped for a while, before he found that his back had been soaked with cold sweat.

When he looked at the strange bow again, Lin Xin’s gaze had changed slightly, with a deep shock and fear.

This bow could influence the mind and commandeer the will of people! What kind of bow was this?

Before, Lin Xun wondered why Residual Wind had such an amazing skill of assassination with the general cultivation. Now he knew that it owed to this bow!

In that state of extreme calmness, the mystical power of the bow did allow the general practitioner to exert unimaginable power.

But Lin Xun was extremely afraid of it. This bow would affect the mind and even occupy the will of the practitioner, as if it was clever. He had to keep vigilant in case that it took the opportunity to encroach on the body, which was quite horrible!

Also, Lin Xun found that, just an act of drawing the bow could consume the power of his soul, as if it had been devoured.

In other words, randomly using this bow was very likely to cause great damage to one’s soul!

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xun examined the bow again. This time he used his power of perception. Suddenly, it seemed that he came to a boundless gray wasteland, and a bow was suspended in the sky, releasing a cold breath.

Suddenly, the sky in the distance shattered into pieces, and an ancient Tuo Dragon (the ninth son of King Dragon in Chinese myth) as huge as a winding mountain emerged. As soon as it appeared, it roared at the sky. Its thunderous roar shattered one mountain after another, quite ferocious.

At this time, a touch of gray luster rippled through the bow, which was suspended in the sky. And the bow was suddenly drawn fully and then sent out a dreamlike light.

In a blink of an eye, the huge Tuo Dragon silently turned into blood as if it was made of paper, dyeing the sky red.

When an arrow was shot silently, a ferocious Tuo Dragon fell to the ground. Its whole body like a huge mountain turned into blood and disappeared silently…

It was a silent shock, though there was no deafening roar.

Lin Xun took a deep breath and came back to earth suddenly. All the illusions disappeared, except a strange bow, full of magic.

Almost at the same time, “Insignificance”, a name he had never heard of, emerged in his mind.

Insignificance?

Was it the name of the bow?

Lin Xun touched the light cold longbow, as a strange feeling rose in his mind.