Chapter 1494 One sword is not enough, another sword
Even though Lin Tian was the Seventeenth Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect and had extraordinary cultivation, he almost fell to the ground in pain after swiping the knife.
After all, that is where a man is most vulnerable.
"snort--"
Lin Tian groaned and looked at the stone statue and the dry pond, but did not see the magical power.
"what happened?"
"I have done what the strong saint said, why didn't the magical power appear?"
"Could it be that the strong saint knows that I am opportunistic?"
That's right, Lin Tian kept an eye on it. With his cultivation level reaching his level, he could easily recover even if he was in the palace.
It is precisely because of this that Lin Tiancai decisively wielded the sword in order to obtain the magical power left by the strong saint.
After waiting for a while, but still not seeing the shadow of the magical power, Lin Tian murmured in a low voice: "Is it better to be more thorough?"
Lin Tian hesitated.
If he were more thorough, let alone his current level of cultivation, even if he cultivated to the realm of divine connection, he might not be able to recover unless he became a saint.
In other words, if he does this, he must become a saint and physically become a man again.
"Do you really want to be thorough?"
"Is the price too high?"
Lin Tian hesitated for a moment and suddenly figured it out.
"Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters."
"The journey of cultivating immortality is to go against heaven. For thousands of years, which saint and strong man has not experienced countless hardships before becoming a saint?"
"Some have lost their families and disciples in order to become saints, and some have suffered inhuman torture and almost died. Compared with them, what is a mere palace?"
"Besides, as long as I obtain the magical power left by a strong saint, I will definitely become a saint in the future. Once I become a saint, my body will be restored."
When Lin Tian thought of this, the hesitation between his brows disappeared and was replaced by a look of determination.
Then, he stretched out his right hand.
"Qiang!"
The sword is unsheathed behind his back.
In an instant, a terrifying sword energy filled the entire interior of Zishan.
Ye Qiu and the others hid behind the stone statue, feeling cold all over and their hairs standing on end.
This sword energy is really terrifying!
Ye Qiu secretly glanced at the long sword in Lin Tian's hand. The sword was about three feet long and an inch and a half wide. One side of the sword was white, and the other side was black. There were two qi of yin and yang flowing on it. It looked extremely extraordinary.
"Could it be that this guy is a member of the Yin Yang Cult?"
Ye Qiu's eyes narrowed.
Just at this moment, Lin Tian suddenly took action and stabbed himself between his legs with a sword.
Immediately blood surged.
"ah--"
Lin Tian screamed in pain and fell to the ground on the spot. He covered his crotch with both hands and bent his body like a lobster.
Damn, this guy is so cruel!
Ye Qiu's eyelids twitched.
"Ahhh!"
Lin Tian screamed several times in pain, and then slowly got up from the ground, looking at the stone statue and the dry pool.
What about magical power?
Why hasn't it appeared yet?
Lin Tian couldn't understand, so he thought for a while and knelt down in front of the stone statue.
"This junior is Lin Tian, the Seventeenth Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect. I'd like to meet my senior."
After saying that, Lin Tian kowtowed three times, and then said: "The junior has done what the senior said. May I ask, senior, where is the magic power?"
However, there was no response.
"A strong saint won't lie to me, right?"
An idea suddenly came to Lin Tian's mind, and then he shook his head hard and said: "A strong saint will never lie to me. I have no enmity with him, and there is no need for him to lie to me."
"Senior, where is the magic power?"
The stone statue still didn't respond.
"Senior, senior, senior——"
Lin Tian called out a few times but received no response. Suddenly he seemed to understand something and said, "Senior refused to tell me, presumably to test me."
"The palace is only the first test, the second test is to find the magic power."
"Senior, don't worry, I will definitely find the magical power."
Lin Tian was very confident. After speaking, he stood up from the ground and walked towards the stone statue.
Suddenly, Ye Qiu and the others who were hiding behind the stone statue became nervous.
If Lin Tian went around behind the stone statue, he would spot them immediately.
"what to do?"
Several people were anxious for a while.
Seeing that Lin Tian was only three meters away from the stone statue, suddenly, an old voice sounded.
"What kind of Yin-Yang Sect is it? Does it deserve to be inherited by me?"
Lin Tian was startled, stopped immediately, and looked at the stone statue with doubtful eyes.
"Senior, is it you... who is talking?"
Lin Tian asked tentatively. Although the voice just now did not contain a terrifying aura, it was full of majesty.
"Kneel down!"
The old voice continued to sound.
thump!
Lin Tian didn't hesitate at all, kneeling on the ground, lowering his head, extremely respectful.
He didn't know that behind the stone statue, Ye Qiu, Baihua Fairy, and Luluo were all looking at the Long-Eyebrow Master in shock.
The stone statue cannot speak, the speaker is the real person with long eyebrows.
Master Changmei saw the three people looking at him in astonishment, winked his eyes, and seemed to be saying, "How about this? Pindao is awesome, right?"
Ye Qiu gave a thumbs up.
Baihua Fairy also made a gesture of admiration.
The man with long eyebrows curled his lips and looked proud.
At this time, Lin Tian's voice rang out: "This junior is Lin Tian, the seventeenth holy son of the Yin Yang Sect. I pay my respects to my senior."
Master Changmei pinched his throat and said in a pretentious manner: "I am the old man Tianfeng. When he passed away, he left a ray of spiritual consciousness here to protect the inheritance, in order to wait for the arrival of the destined person."
Old man Tianfeng?
Lin Tian was shocked. He had heard of the reputation of Old Man Tianfeng, and also knew that Old Man Tianfeng was an extremely powerful saint during his lifetime.
Lin Tian held back his excitement and said: "Senior, I have followed your instructions and used the Yin-Yang Holy Sword to cut off the roots of life and death. I hope that senior will give me magical powers."
Master Changmei continued: "Since you have done as I said, the magical power will naturally be bestowed upon you."
Hearing this, Lin Tian was ecstatic.
"However, you need to answer a few questions for me. How did you get in?"
Master Changmei was very curious. It had not been more than three days since they entered the tomb. Why did the people from the Yin Yang Sect come in?
Lin Tian thought it was the stone statue that was talking, so he didn't dare to hide it, so he told about the cracks in the saint's formation, and at the same time, he also told about the disciples from other sects entering the tomb.
A lot of people came in!
Master Changmei glanced at Ye Qiu, and Ye Qiu made a gesture, which Master Changmei immediately understood.
"Lin Tian, what kind of cultivation level are you?" Master Changmei asked again.
Lin Tian replied: "This junior is now at the peak of Dongtian."
"Dongtian peak? The qualifications are not bad, and you can barely practice my magical skills." Changmei Zhenren continued to pretend to be a saint and strong man, and said: "What are the cultivation levels of people from other sects?"
Lin Tian replied: "Most of them are at the Golden Core realm, and a few of the leaders are at the peak of the Cave Heaven like me."
"Among them, Yun Xi of Qingyun Sword Sect, Huangfu Qi of Taichu Holy Land, and An Ruochen of Butian Sect have cultivated nine caves."
"Lin Qianqian from the Chaos Holy Land and Tuoba Ye from the Ancient Holy Land cultivated eight caves."
"However, they are no match for the younger generation."
This kid is quite crazy!
Master Changmei and Ye Qiu exchanged a look, and then a sinister smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.
