"Where is this place?" Just as Lin Yun entered the eighth floor of the Yutian Nine-story Palace, what appeared in front of him was a huge bronze palace.
At this moment, the palace door was open, but when Lin Yun entered, he immediately released his spiritual consciousness and detected not only the aura of a sixth-level martial emperor, but also an aura without any realm.
Lin Yun walked into the bronze palace with his hands behind his back.
In front of him was a straight corridor that was a hundred meters long. There were flickering kerosene lamps hanging on the corridor walls. The surrounding atmosphere made people feel a little bit depressed.
This corridor with faint lights is like an ancient giant beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for its prey to fall into its mouth.
Lin Yun looked around vigilantly. After all, he had already passed through the seventh-floor Yutian Palace, although it was not too difficult for him.
But if it were anyone in the same realm, or even a sixth-level Martial Emperor who entered here, he would definitely die.
"Your Excellency! Please come back!" At some point, a weak voice came from the end of the corridor. Although the voice was not loud, it clearly reached Lin Yun's ears.
Lin Yun stopped and stared at the darkness at the end of the corridor, trying to see through it, but found that his consciousness could not capture anything at all.
"Your Excellency has broken through the seventh floor of the palace and must have killed the four-winged white tiger." The voice came again after a long time.
Lin Yun was unmoved, still holding his hands behind his back, but the Demon God Sword Wuhun appeared behind his back, showing his vigilance.
This is the only time since his rebirth that he has not been able to feel the breath of a living being.
This feeling made Lin Yun feel very uncomfortable.
"That four-winged white tiger is the Lord's mount. If you wake up the Lord, I will not spare you." The voice passed into Lin Yun's ears. Although the words were quite sarcastic, his tone was very sincere. "Your Excellency.
Please leave quickly."
"What if I don't?" Lin Yun asked after a long time.
The person who was speaking seemed not to have expected Lin Yun to answer like this, and fell into deep thought for a while.
"Then it's up to me to repel you." Following the voice, a figure appeared at the end of the corridor.
I saw a young man in white walking slowly towards Lin Yun.
She has delicate features, peony lips, white embroidered brocade robe, and holds a silver spear in her hand, but her eyes are tightly closed.
When he saw this young man in white clothes, Lin Yun felt even more confused. Even though this young man in white clothes was standing in front of him, his consciousness was still unable to capture the slightest bit of his existence.
"Could it be a broken soul?" Lin Yun remembered something he heard from his subordinates in his previous life. At that time, his ten martial saints were preparing to go to a place of inheritance, but they encountered a cultivator without any breath.
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Although this cultivator had no realm, his strength was actually superior to that of the Martial Saints. In the end, ten Martial Saints had to fight to the death to kill him.
Later, in this inheritance place, they learned that this creature was called Broken Soul.
It is rumored that after a cultivator dies, there is a chance that one of his three souls and six souls will not be able to enter reincarnation and can only wander within the three realms. This is called the broken soul.
Broken Soul inherited his previous state, but lost his memory and could no longer continue to practice. No one could detect his true strength.
Lin Yun looked at the young man in white in front of him and fell into deep thought.
"My name is Ye Xiu." The young man in white raised his spear, pointed it at Lin Yun, and said softly, "If you don't listen to dissuasion, then I'll kill him!"
The young man in white swung his spear. The spear was as flexible as a swimming dragon and stabbed Lin Yun in the chest.
Lin Yun snorted coldly, pulled out the devil's sword, and raised it to block.
With a "clang" sound, Lin Yun took a few steps back, while the boy in white stood firmly on the spot.
After Lin Yun stood firm, he had a rough idea in his mind. If this boy in white clothes really had a realm, he would at least be above the level of a second-level Martial Emperor.
"Demon Core Crystal!" Lin Yun didn't hesitate at all. Only the last floor of the palace was left, and the boy in white in front of him was not the lord monster of this floor.
The lord monster of the eighth floor of the palace should be the lord he mentioned, a monster with the sixth-level Martial Emperor realm.
Lin Yun directly activated the first stage of the Demonic Core Crystal and faced it with his sword raised.
"Your Excellency, if you don't retreat! Then kill him!" The young man in white said in a cold tone. Although he was blind, it did not affect him in the slightest from feeling Lin Yun's presence.
I saw Lin Yun's body covered with faint green smoke, and his figure flashed on the spot.
The World-Destroying Divine Sword Jue - The First Style.
As soon as Lin Yun took action, he didn't move at all, but he just disappeared. At the place where he disappeared, a sword energy emerged out of thin air.
At the same time, the expression of the young man in white changed, and he seemed to sense that Lin Yun was in trouble. He felt a sharp sword energy coming towards him in front of him.
The young man in white raised his spear to resist, and the sword energy struck his spear, making a roaring sound, and the young man retreated steadily.
At this time, Lin Yun's figure appeared directly behind him, and he swung his sword with a sharp edge.
The young man in white snorted coldly and ran forward quickly, only to see that the back of his white robe had been scratched by the devil's sword and was dripping with blood.
The boy in white bit his lip and never made a sound.
"Who dares to disturb this king's rest?" At this moment, a terrifying voice came from the end of the corridor. This voice was like thunder that shocked the ears, and also like the roaring waves.
"My Lord, wake up!" The young man in white who had looked down on life and death just now heard this voice. He knelt on one knee like a frightened bird and knelt on the ground, trembling all over and kneeling towards the end of the corridor. "You can't leave now, Lord.
I woke up with a start."
"Night rest, who bothered me?" A roar came from the end of the corridor, and in an instant, the entire palace shook violently.
"My lord, I am the inheritor..." Ye Xiu said tremblingly.
"Inheritor? I didn't expect that someone could come to the eighth floor of the palace." The voice at the end of the corridor suddenly fell silent. After a while, he asked, "Did my king's mount be killed by him?"
Lin Yun sneered and said nothing, and walked directly to the end of the corridor, thinking in his mind that even monsters could do this.
"That's alright. Bring him in. After I surrender him, I will throw him to the seventh-floor palace to become the master of the palace."
"What a shameless statement!" Lin Yun snorted coldly. His skin was now bright red, and his entire figure melted into the white mist of steam.