In a daze, he seemed to vaguely see a red ocean, rippling around him.

The sea water is as thick as red ink, and the laughter, joy, excitement, and pleas of countless people are constantly conveyed in it.

"This is"

Lin Xin suddenly came to his senses. His sword of joy, which had been silent all this time, was slowly showing signs of condensation.

"Hehehehehehe"

Countless weird laughter continued to echo in the surrounding air.

Masks of pale smiling faces appeared faintly in the surrounding air.

"This is!?"

Lin Xin felt his body devouring the origin of the world, bringing intense pleasure, and at the same time he was completely stunned. He carefully identified what the white masks that appeared around him were.

"It turns out that I didn't find the right direction at all. The power of joy is not the ordinary power of joy!"

He carefully sensed his surroundings, feeling strange, desperate, confused, and mixed with painful pleasure.

These emotional forces seemed to be summoned by the origin of the world, and gathered together one after another, condensing into several white smiling masks in this Taoist palace, flying and rotating around Lin Xin.

Each mask has only three curved slits, forming the simplest smile.

"Hehehehe"

"Hehehehe!!"

Waves of weird laughter kept echoing in Lin Xin's ears.

"No wonder Xia Xia said that if you practice the Taishang Yue Shenfeng Sword to a high level, it will lead to suicide. Now it seems that it doesn't look like a righteous swordsmanship at all."

Lin Xin frowned slightly, but at the moment he only had this set of top-level swordsmanship that was most suitable for him. Although it was a bit weird, Bihushan was not a pure and righteous way. There were both evil and heretical ways.

As long as it is powerful, everything else can be ignored.

As for the hidden danger, he did not believe that his tempered mental will could be induced to commit suicide by a set of sword techniques.

"The moment I condensed the Sword of Joy before, I have already remembered the process."

Lin Xin glanced at the attribute column and found that he had indeed become skilled.

He directly clicked the skill with his mind and began to condense the Sword of Joy.

The Sword of Joy, as a general Earth Immortal, must seize the momentary feeling when emotions change. Only in that mysterious and mysterious state can the real sacrifice begin, and the success rate is extremely low.

But Lin Xin was different. He happened to succeed once, and the second time he used the skill again, it was immediately easy.

Other earthly immortals would probably have to spend tens or hundreds of years of effort to reach his level.

And the success rate is far not as high as his.

"This is the terrifying part of my attributes."

Lin Xin felt a large amount of joyful power being condensed and absorbed, and began to condense a transparent, still illusory pink sword in his body.

There was an inexplicable sigh in my heart.

This Sword of Joy is different from ordinary long swords. Other long swords are straight, but it has an arc bend at the end of the blade, like a crescent shovel.
Chapter completed!