Winter has arrived, and snowflakes are starting to fall everywhere in Qintian County.
But in this grassy peak, the sun is shining brightly and the sun is scorching.
I have to say, it is indeed a geomantic treasure land.
In the Dingjiu Medicine Field, where the aura of heaven and earth is most intense, Lin Yun is sitting cross-legged, condensing the Purple Kite Sword Technique.
The Purple Kite Sword Technique has reached the peak of the sixth level, with thirty-six petals blooming, crystal clear and flawless, as beautiful as a dream. Ethereal and agile, yet as heavy as a mountain, thick and majestic, mighty and continuous.
The foundation has been polished well, and Lin Yun is not in a hurry to make a breakthrough.
The Purple Kite Sword Technique has a total of sixteen levels. The first six levels are just the foundation. Condensing the sword's strength and honing the spirit essence will lead to the perfect Purple Kite flower.
The real breakthrough is reached at the seventh level. You can condense the Purple Kite Sword Qi in your body, and the sword Qi turns into light, like a thunderous giant striking the sun, and is indestructible.
When you reach the ninth level, it becomes even more incredible. You can refine a purple kite sword formation within your body. The sword energy is so white that it can kill enemies with just one thought.
Lin Yun did not dare to be careless about the techniques inherited from the Golden Age. He would not go wrong if he laid a solid foundation.
Of course, the main reason is poverty...
His several breakthroughs relied on forbidden techniques such as the Sky-Swallowing Technique. If Yin Sha hadn't devoured him, the resources needed to make breakthroughs with the Sword Technique would have been astronomical.
The sword technique breaks through, and I am temporarily powerless.
Now, he wants to try to condense the Purple Kite Holy Fire and unlock more secrets in the bamboo slips.
Heart Sutra of Time!
Now I am eager to know what kind of skill the Heart Sutra of Time is.
In the distance, on the medicine field, Niu Bingshun and others were busy nervously and hard.
Among them, Niu Bingshun worked the hardest, carrying two buckets of monster dung. Under the scorching sun, he carefully poured water on the elixir. The stench filled the sky, and his face was completely black.
It was not his habit to do such dirty work without resisting.
But after being beaten up by Lin Yun again, he gave up completely and continued to pick shit.
By the time he finished watering thousands of acres of medicinal fields, it was almost dark.
The Blood Dragon Horse took advantage of the darkness and sneaked over, making Li Wuyou extremely happy.
He was so bored that he went crazy on the Caomu Peak.
Nowadays, he rides a blood dragon horse every day, wandering around in the several medicinal fields nearby.
He was nicknamed "God of Plague" by other prisoners in the medicine field.
Although the medicinal field at Caomu Peak seems to be free and has no rules, there is only one taboo.
The medicinal materials grown must be taken care of, and the quantity and quality must not be bad. Cao Mu Tang will send people to take inventory every month. Once any mistakes are found, the prisoners in the medicine field will be severely punished.
Therefore, there will be fights here from time to time, but no one will ever use a sword.
With a slight swing of the sword, the damaged medicinal materials will not be just one or two plants, but patches of them will be destroyed.
Li Wuyou rode the blood dragon horse and galloped away, not even a shadow could be seen.
A little trampling of some medicinal materials was enough for them to drink a pot, and the people in Caomu Peak looked frightened when they saw him.
Lin Yun advised him to practice hard and break through the mysterious door as soon as possible.
This guy is not in a hurry at all. This is what he practices. The longer he accumulates it innately, the more benefits he will get after breaking through the mysterious door.
Even the spiritual jades picked up in the martial arts arena that day were all given to Lin Yun for him to practice.
Vaguely, Lin Yun felt that although Li Wuyou seemed cynical, he was actually very ambitious.
It's a bit like Bai Lixuan, who has precipitated in the congenital territory, the guy is also delayed without breaking the porch, and now there is a little news.
Nothing.
"Regardless of this, I'm trying it."
Now that the Zi Ji Jian Jue Sixth Peak, the purple kite fire has made several times more progress compared to the past.
Theoretically, he should be able to see more content.
Ding Yao Yao Tanaka, the rest of the people are busy working, Lin Yun is also remote here.
At present, Lin Yun takes the bamboo slips from his arms.
The bamboo slips engraved with the fire are much heavier than in the past.
Without hesitation, Lin Yun pulled out the flames burning in the purple kite flowers, and continued to pour it into it.
As the purple kite fire is not earned, the years are simple, and it is getting lighter and lighter.
It didn't take long for this bamboo to swing lightly, floating in the air, and then burned.
It's not over yet ...
This time, most of the purple kite flames in Lin Yun's body were still not consumed.
If you do n’t get sick, continue to pour the purple kite flames.
The bamboo slips burned for a long time. In the end, Lin Yun saw the flames, and the four ancient characters of the years were burned.
boom!
In my mind, there were many more pictures again, and the cold refiner appeared again.
In front of the towering Dan furnace, the basic pattern he wrote was dense, which was more than ten times more than the last time.
Immediately after, these basic patterns are constantly condensed. In his hands, it converges into a more complicated texture. Lin Yun recreates the lines of Congtian Dan, and it is in it.
But it is just one of hundreds of complex lines, and it does not seem so special.
Immediately after the picture shakes, there are countless memory fragments of the city, condensed into four ancient characters, the years of the years.
The majestic memory contains countless information, chanting over and over again in his mind.
"The years are ruthless, with the heavens and the earth as the furnace, the alpine mountains as the sword, the white clouds are the wings, and the sea of the sea is mulberry ..."
A lot of information, pouring into its mind, is almost a headache.
Nostalgia, like the morning bell and twilight drums, constantly marking, it is difficult to forget.
After half a noise, Lin Yun began to read these memories.
It seems that it does not have much to do with the refining medicine, and it is not a way to improve the realm of the realm, but an ancient method of cultivating spiritual patterns.
Only then did Lin Yun know that the cold -handed pharmacist, the special lines described. And the lines used to transform the Congtian Dan, what is it ...
It's a spirit pattern!
It was born in the ancient period, and the strange road pattern. In ancient times, there were saints, surveyed the opportunity, and realized the tunnel pattern. You can seal millions of miles of mountains and rivers, and create a beast of the ancient ancient beasts.
But in the ancient times, the ancient road patterns disappeared, and the inheritance was destroyed.
Later generations could not investigate the opportunity, but they retired from the broken trails and retired, and they realized the spiritual patterns.
Although the spirit pattern is far less powerful, it is easier to master. Even if you are not a saint, you can practice the spirit pattern.
However, ordinary people, want to master the spirit pattern, are still difficult to climb the sky.
To this day, those who can master the spirit pattern are called Xuan Shi. Generally speaking, there are three uses of spiritual patterns, refining, array and cast treasure soldiers.
Spirit pattern is divided into basic spiritual patterns and grade spiritual patterns, from low to high, one to nine grades.
One of the spiritual patterns is made of hundreds of basic spiritual patterns, which are converged. The higher the grade, the more complicated the spirit pattern.
The formations in the Imperial City and the Burial Sword Forest are all engraved with spiritual patterns. The specific grades are unknown.
Lin Yun opened his eyes and suddenly found that the bamboo slips in his hands had turned into a pile of ashes.
Bamboo slips are just mortal objects. What truly makes them immortal, preserved from ancient times to the present, are the words "Time is like fire".
Now that all the memories contained in these four words have been absorbed by Lin Yun, the bamboo slips will certainly no longer exist.
"No wonder Master Thirteen asked me before if I could master this spiritual pattern..."
Lin Yun remembered that the Thirteenth Master asked him this question when he first met him in the Sword Burial Forest.
At the time, I didn't know why.
Now that I think about it, I suddenly realize that the "patterns" I have mastered are basic spiritual patterns.
Unexpectedly, an unexpected bamboo slip in the Qingyang Realm led him to embark on the path of a mysterious master by mistake.
The master who created this Heart Sutra of Time can understand the existence of the power of time from the changes of time and vicissitudes of life.
The seemingly eternal heaven and earth have actually been being refined by the ruthless passage of time. Mountains will be flattened, seas will turn into mulberry fields, and nothing dares to be called eternal in the face of time.
Then he created the Heart Sutra of Years, using the true essence to derive the power of the years, and then mixed the true essence with the power of the years to carve the spiritual pattern.
In this way, the spiritual patterns will be blessed by the power of time. For spiritual patterns of the same star level, there will be a huge gap between the spiritual patterns blessed with the power of time and those without the blessing of time.
It's just that this technique is very difficult to practice.
With the power of time, even high mountains can be trained to level ground. His true essence will continue to be condensed and consumed as he practices the Heart Sutra over the years.
This has both advantages and disadvantages.
After the true essence is condensed, it will definitely become much stronger, but as the true essence is consumed, the improvement of the realm will also slow down.
Fortunately, Lin Yun doesn't need to worry too much for the time being.
He swallowed a lot of Yin evil power, and even after breaking through the mysterious entrance, he didn't concentrate on refining it.
Just take advantage of the time at Caomu Peak to digest it completely.
Having made up his mind, Lin Yun began to formally practice the Heart Sutra of Time.
However, the cultivation of the Heart Sutra of Time consumes a lot of real energy, and the process is quite slow.
Fortunately, all the spiritual energy that Li Wuyou picked up was thrown to Lin Yun, otherwise the remaining evil power from before would not be enough to consume.
Time passes.
The practice of the Heart Sutra of Time is slowly getting on the right track, and a ray of power of time has been successfully condensed.
Lin Yun was immersed in penance, day and night, and did not dare to relax at all.
In the blink of an eye, a month has passed in this Caomu Peak.
In addition to practicing the Heart Sutra of Time, Lin Yun's martial arts and swordsmanship have not fallen behind. At the same time, he is also trying to condense his first mysterious vein to take his cultivation to a further level.
In the Xuanwu Realm, there is no bottleneck in condensing the first Xuan Vein, and it will become increasingly difficult for the subsequent eight Xuan Veins.
At the end of the month, I finally succeeded.
The moment the profound veins were condensed, Lin Yun immediately felt that the Purple Kite Flower could hold ten times more real energy.
It can be imagined that the gap between each level in the Xuanwu realm is very huge.
If he didn't master the complete sword intention and couldn't use the weapons with each other, which gave him a huge advantage, Niu Bingshun, who was at the third level of the Xuanwu Realm, would be really difficult to defeat.
Over time, just relying on the huge amount of real energy can forcefully consume him to death.
On this day, Lin Yun stopped practicing, and Li Wuyou, who was wandering around, also rushed back.
A group of people from Dingjiu, dressed in prison uniforms, gathered in the open space in front of the hut.
Today, it is the routine inspection of the Haiwu Hall once a month.
Come to check whether the number of herbs is correct, check whether the precious elixir is damaged.
Except for Lin Yun and Li Wuyou, everyone's expression was quite nervous and uneasy.