Lin Yun's eyes showed confusion, obviously he had never heard of it, and he looked puzzled.
"Yes, it is a place where death is buried. The place is covered with magic fog all year round, and all ancient monsters are demonized. It is very dangerous, but it is said that... it is the preaching place of this sect, with all kinds of incredible benefits and very mysterious."
Mingye's eyes were filled with light and he said in a deep voice: "The place of preaching, if this is the most elite disciple of the ancient sect, he is qualified to enter, you understand."
Lin Yun felt a little excited and naturally understood what the other party meant.
Looking at the remains of the sect, what status does this ancient sect have in the golden age of that year!
Only the most elite disciples under his sect are qualified to realize the inheritance of Taoism. It is so tempting, it goes without saying that.
"The top innate powerhouses who come to Qingyang Realm will almost always go to this place of burial. Even if we are the three overlord sects, we will not get any advantage in it. However, this time, with the treasures in your hands, you can barely compete for it."
Mingye laughed softly, even with the treasures in Lin Yun's hand, he didn't seem very confident.
Be competing hard?
Lin Yun was slightly shocked. Ming Ye was a young master of the overlord sect, but he didn't seem arrogant at all.
In the Qingyang Realm, the strong man in the half-step entrance can be regarded as the top existence.
If Lin Yun had no treasure in his hand, facing such a strong man, he could only turn around and run away.
Even if Lei Yan is in great strength in the battle, it will be very uncomfortable to get a few palms on the other party.
The old man in gray next to Mingye is a profound and unfathomable half-step entrance strongman!
If even Mingye could only fight for him, then the others would probably not even fight for him.
Perhaps, Mingye’s real goal is always Bai Lixuan and other people.
He had seen before that the people in Lingxiao Jiange were all so strong that it was terrifying.
The sword force on his body can even break through Yunxiao.
Bai Lixuan only had the cultivation of the seven innate orifices, but the feeling he gave him was even more terrifying than the half-step elders of the Golden Flame Sect and the Blood Cloud Sect.
No one knows how terrible his strength is with all his strength.
If used to describe it in four words, it will definitely be unfathomable.
Si Xueyi, who is as famous as him, is probably similar.
This is still a powerful casual cultivator who is exposed and hidden, let alone a lot of words.
After a while, Mingye gathered the disciples of Mingguang Pavilion, and all those who practiced the five orifices were persuaded to retreat.
Only four or five elites of the sect, the six or seven orifices of the innate sect, were left behind.
"Let's go."
Half a day later, a mysterious forbidden area shrouded in the vast ruins of the sect appeared in everyone's eyes.
This place is very remote. If Lin Yun comes to find it himself, it will definitely be difficult to find it.
The faint black mist whistled constantly with the gust of cold wind.
It is like a demonic sound, disturbing people's mind and making people feel very uncomfortable.
"Is this the magic fog?"
"So scary..."
"It feels like it leads to hell, and the yin energy is so heavy."
In the remains of the sect, the innate powerful man from Mingguang Pavilion had a serious face when he saw the magic fog for the first time.
There are also many powerful cultivators from all over the world who are also silent on the edge of this burial place.
But most of them gritted their teeth and rushed in without hesitation.
Under the demonic energy, there are many ancient remains on the ground, appearing and looming, all of which are disciples of ancient sects who died in battle back then.
A long time ago, there must have been a shocking battle here.
Mingye frowned slightly and said, "The fog has faded a lot. It seems that we have been lagging behind for a long time. Be careful and come with me."
When they entered the magic fog, everyone suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
The demonic energy was everywhere, like a erosion of the cold wind. Everyone had to separate the spiritual energy to resist these demonic energy.
Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged. Such demonic energy would not cause any harm to him.
Earlier, he used his demonic energy to refine his body to achieve the perfect Thunder Flame Battle Body.
"That's..."
Before we walked far, we saw a group of people surrounding the huge corpse of monsters, and were surprised.
Everyone went over and took a look and took a breath.
This is a corpse of a monster with a thick scalp and a hill-sized corpse that fell to the ground without any chance.
There was only one scar on his body.
It was a sword mark that looked inconspicuous, but it penetrated deep into the internal organs and was fatal to one blow.
The black demon blood flowed out along the wound like a stream.
"What a terrible sword technique!"
"Just one sword, the sword force contained in it, shattered all the vitality of this ferocious beast."
"I heard that this sword was left by Bai Lixuan. Someone saw that the monster was not eye-catching and attacked him, and he solved it with a backhand sword."
"This monster was probably capable of the seven orifices of the innate beings during his lifetime, right?"
Everyone was frightened. Although they had not really seen Bai Lixuan take action, the corpse of the monster he left behind caused great shock to people.
Buzz!
Lin Yun's right ear moved slightly, and he heard some sound of sword sound, stirring in the ferocious beast's body.
His face suddenly changed and he whispered: "Young Master Ming, step back a little, the corpse of this ferocious beast is a bit strange!"
Mingye looked puzzled, and the old man in gray could not see the problem, so why did Lin Yun see the problem?
However, he still had some trust in Lin Yun.
Immediately waved my hand, and everyone in Mingguang Pavilion retreated far away at the same time.
Bang!
As soon as the few people stood firm, they heard a roar. Seven sword lights suddenly exploded from the corpse of the monster falling in front of them and soared into the sky.
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, the corpse of the monster that had a little bit of power just now was instantly opened by capitalization.
The stormy sword energy was caught off guard and injured many warriors who were observing the corpse.
There was almost no warning. Those who were injured by the sword energy were pierced through their chests in the mild case, while those with severe cases were cut off their hands and feet, and half wasted on the spot.
After a moment, more than ten people were injured.
"This is the sword intent!"
"A casual sword left such a sharp sword intent, and it has only dispersed now..."
"How terrible is Bai Lixuan's strength?"
Everyone looked shocked by the corpses of monsters that were divided into pieces and the warriors who were injured by the aftermath of the sword energy.
Mingye sighed: "Lin Yun, thanks to you just now!"
The old man in gray looked at him with a deep meaning and said, "Mr. Lin's swordsmanship is afraid that he is not far from the sword intent. I didn't even notice the sword in the monster's body just now."
Lin Yun's face was calm and he didn't say much.
He was only half a step in his sword intent, and it was still too far away to reach Bai Lixuan's level.
I really don’t know how Lingxiao Jiange cultivated such a perverted sword demon.
Continue walking forward, and the number of corpses of monsters seen along the way gradually increased.
Many people have come here to open up the way, but as latecomers, they have less trouble.
In this forbidden area, perhaps because of the demonic energy, many disciples of ancient sects who died in battle were not completely weathered.
The bones are still alive and half buried in the dust under your feet, which adds a lot of sorrow.
It is hard to imagine how tragic the distant war was back then, and even so many disciples of the sect died in battle.
"That place is a bit strange."
While walking, Lin Yun pointed to the broken wall not far away and suddenly spoke.
Along the way, Lin Yun's keen intuition has prevented everyone from having a lot of trouble.
Everyone was already convinced by him.
"Look at it."
Mingye immediately walked over with everyone quickly.
Stepping on the ground with corpses, the group arrived in front of the broken wall not long after.
I saw a mural carved on the broken wall, and the scene in the painting was mysterious and boundless. There was a Taoist rhyme, and at one glance, it made people feel shocked. This is a picture of enlightenment.
But the cracks on the wall were intertwined, making people look solemn.
"It's Jianhen... Damn it, it's Bai Lixuan left it again!"
Mingye looked slightly angry, clenched his fists and said with some displeasure.
The murals in front of you are extremely precious. If you can take them back, it will be very helpful to the martial arts insights of Mingguang Pavilion disciples.
But the existence of these sword marks gave Mingye away, just by touching them gently.
The mural will be stirred into powder by the remaining sword intent and will hurt people.
The old man in gray sighed: "The people who came first moved away almost all the treasures that could be moved away. Those who could not move away would be destroyed directly."
There is not much to say about the truth during the period.
If you are strong enough and are not afraid of monsters in the demonic energy, you can do this.
"Maybe, I can try."
At this moment, the silent Lin Yun suddenly spoke.
"Brother Lin, take it seriously?"
Mingye's eyes lit up, and hope ignited. This mural was not very helpful to him personally.
But for Mingguang Pavilion, it is simply a treasure and it is very necessary.
"I'll try."
Everyone retreated, Lin Yun stepped forward, and the sword on his body emitted a bang.
The momentum suddenly changed drastically, like a sharp sword unsheathed. The vast sword momentum enveloped the entire mural.
Just when everyone was surprised and confused, the powerful sword force suddenly stopped.
The sword force in his body condensed half-step sword intent, and all the sword intent hidden in the mural were drawn out.
Suddenly, seven rays of sword light flew out like lightning from the mural.
"Brother Lin, be careful!"
Seeing the sharp sword light, Mingye said in a lost voice.
Lin Yun closed his fingers together, used his fingers as a sword, and leaned on his half-step sword intent to block six swords in a row.
When he got the seventh sword, he was knocked back several steps, his body surging blood and his face changed constantly.
rock!
The complete mural suddenly shattered into several pieces and fell on the ground.
"Hurry up."
Mingye's face was happy and successful, but the mural did not shake the sword energy into powder.
The Taoist rhyme still exists, and when pieced together, it is still a complete picture of enlightenment.
Immediately, everyone from Mingguang Pavilion stepped forward and carefully collected the murals.
"Brother Lin, are you okay?"
Mingye walked over and said gratefully.
Lin Yun stopped and smiled and said, "No obstacle, after all, it's just his remaining sword intent. If you are prepared, you won't be troubled."
Mingye and the old man in gray dare not agree.
If it weren't for the insights of swordsmanship, even if you reached a certain level, even if you had enough strength to block these few rays of sword light, you would definitely not be able to keep the murals.
The two of them were obviously much more respectful to Lin Yun.
Even if he doesn't have the treasures in hand, Lin Yun's strength is probably still very powerful.
The place where the dead is buried is full of bones, many broken buildings, and there are many murals and similar treasures that have enlightened the truth.
It is worthy of being a place of preaching. Some of the inconspicuous buildings that were back then have become treasures in the eyes of later generations.
Several people kept moving forward in this place of burial.
A long time later, a vast square appeared in everyone's sight.
The gray sand and gravel are paved with the breath of ancient vicissitudes, giving people a thick and concise sense of oppression.
At this moment, many figures have gathered in the square.
Lin Yun's eyes passed over these figures and saw a vast black altar in the middle of the square.
There are tens of thousands of steps alone...
"Tongtian Altar!"
The old man beside Mingye's side changed his expression and exclaimed in surprise.