In the cliff of Thoughts, Lin Yun, who was originally seriously injured, recovered almost all of them.
Only the shattered ninth mysterious vein, I tried it several times but couldn't condense it.
With Lin Yun’s thick true energy, breaking through the ninth level should have been easy, but he could naturally break through the ninth level of Xuanwu.
After all, he had swallowed and refined a blood flame fruit and a Qiankun Yin and Yang Pill before. Both of them were the treasures of heaven and earth that the Eighth Master had always dreamed of.
The foundation is still there, and it can even be said that the true essence is surging and vast as the sea.
Even if you really start with Xuanwu’s tenth level and compete with the true essence, there will be no difference.
However, his mysterious vein is broken, which is different from the normal breakthrough of ordinary warriors.
Several attempts ended in failure. Under the forced impact, the pain was heart-wrenching, which aggravated the injury.
I had to find another way, warm myself with my true essence every day, and repair my mysterious veins.
There is a little progress, but it is very small, and I don’t know when year or month to truly open up the ninth mysterious meridian.
If an ordinary person encounters such a difficult situation, he will probably be devastated.
However, Lin Yun quickly calmed down and began to practice the Heart Sutra of the Year. While using the power of the Year to condense the true energy, he moved this technique towards the second level.
When you have nothing to do, you can watch the stars and the moon, the boundless sea of clouds, and listen to the wind and rain.
The cliff of thought, which is empty and lonely, even the sound of heartbeat seems to have echoes, is a rare place for Lin Yun to cultivate his mind.
Before we knew it, a month passed.
The autumn is getting worse, and the coldness in the cliff is even worse.
However, the month in this mountain seems to have been around for a year, far away from the world, and every minute and second passes very long.
During the period, the storm of Jiange continued, and Bai Lixuan rose at an astonishing speed. He was promoted to the Ninth Level of Xuanwu, showing the terrifying aspects of the holy body to the world.
Holy Body!
The so-called martial artists’ cultivation is nothing more than two points: one is root and bone and the other is enlightenment. The root and bone determine the speed of the martial artist’s cultivation. With the same resources, the cultivation level of the holy body may be several times that of the spiritual body, or even ten times larger.
Time is always on the side of the Holy Body.
The longer he is given, the faster his growth will be. Bai Lixuan told Daqin what it means to shock the sky.
He was in seclusion for too long, and Daqin almost forgot him, but when he was out of seclusion, no one could not pay attention to him.
The reason is nothing, the light is too dazzling.
But Lin Yun didn't know all this, nor could he know it.
On this day, a ray of light suddenly exploded in Lin Yun's mind. Countless information emerged like a tide, condensed into dense golden runes, constantly flashing.
He never forgets it all, and remembers it all in one breath.
However, the Heart Sutra has broken through the second level after the years. These exquisite and ancient runes are the second-grade spiritual patterns that Xuan Masters have always dreamed of.
When ordinary people practice spiritual patterns, let alone fewer spiritual patterns, it is difficult to search. Even if the spiritual patterns are complete, it is extremely difficult to remember them.
But now, when he broke through the second level of the Heart Sutra of the Year, countless second-grade spiritual patterns were deeply engraved in his mind.
There is no need to even deliberately remember it, and a moment of thought, it emerges completely.
“Flame Pattern”
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With a slight change of thought, Lin Yun picked up a dead tree branch and started drawing it on the ground.
The true essence is condensed, and with the blessing of the power of time, the initial writing is still quite awkward. But after gradually getting familiar with it, the pen is vigorous and powerful, and the iron paints silver hooks, and writes it, flowing through the flowing water.
Wow!
When the last stroke fell, the complete spiritual pattern burned like a flame.
Lin Yun spit out the turbid air and looked at the flame patterns on the ground, thinking.
After nearly forty days, I finally made a breakthrough in the heart meridian over the years and achieved some gains.
He was intrigued and drew many second-grade spiritual patterns in one breath.
Thunder cloud patterns, strong wind patterns, Gengjin patterns, green wood patterns...isolated second-grade spiritual patterns appear one after another on the ground. They shine brightly, shining with a faint light, full of spiritual energy.
Spiritual patterns are very mysterious existences, which can be used to refine alchemy, refine weapons, and arrange formations...
Can I kill someone?
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, and Lin Yun shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
Close his eyes, Lin Yun sat cross-legged, looking inward.
In the Dantian, there are 71 petals like ice crystals in total. Only one piece is left, and the sword technique can be promoted to the ninth level. However, this piece is as difficult as climbing to the sky, and it is not easy to break through.
Below the purple floral flowers, there are circles of light-colored light patterns, like ripples caused by water waves.
If you count it carefully, there are a total of eighteen circles of light patterns, and each heavy pattern represents a force of time.
After the Heart Sutra of Time was promoted to the second level of Xuanwu, the power of time, which was originally mixed in the true essence, condensed into substantial light patterns.
My mind looked at the ninth mysterious vein. Compared with the beginning, the broken mysterious vein has recovered a little.
But overall, it will take at least two years to fully recover if it is less than one-tenth.
"Two years..."
Lin Yun murmured to himself, do you really want to stay here for two years?
The Cliff of Siguo is just a cage, but it is a little wider than other cages.
But after all, it is also a cage.
Being confined here is like locking a tiger in a cage, huddling its body and unable to move.
Only in the depths can one experience this affliction and depression in one's body.
In the dry cave behind, there were many bloody scratches on the walls, which were shocking and messy.
It was a disciple who was once imprisoned here and was caught with his fingers on the hard wall.
Walk straight to the edge of the cliff, clouds and mist, and the abyss below, icy cold wind gushed over.
It was a cold and could not see clearly. If you looked at it a few more times, you would feel a burst of fear.
The unknown is always like this, and it always makes people frighten.
"I don't know if my senior sister woke up."
Lin Yun muttered to himself softly, and a smile of worries flashed in his eyes.
Outside the cliff of thinking, the person who is most worried about is naturally Sister Xinyan.
As soon as you think of this, a strong impulse will emerge, wanting to leave this cliff of thought.
But in a blink of an eye, I will think, so what if I leave? Senior Brother Xinjue died because of him. Do you really have the courage to meet Sister Xinyan?
He looked at the endless sea of clouds in front of him, and his eyes were speechless.
Under the sea of clouds, there were bursts of piano sounds, and the piano sounds were few and intermittent, stirring people's heartstrings.
"Come again?"
Since Lin Yun arrived at this cliff of thought, there will be a piano sound coming from under the abyss from time to time.
It is inspiring and makes people want to jump out of the abyss and find out.
After only one kick a few times, Lin Yun jumped down, but he finally held it back.
Lin Yun frowned slightly, and he was slightly irritable.
It would be fine if the sound of the piano is pleasant, but the sound of the piano is messy, without any melody, and the tune is not clear.
Quietly, another half-moon scene slipped away unconsciously.
In the cliff of thinking.
A nimble figure faced the scorching sun and scorching sun, using dead branches as a sword. The sword emerged like the wind, flashing and moving. The sword technique was like the flowing clouds and flowing water, ghosts were impermanent, the sky was in the sky, there was no trace to be found, like clouds rising, like water invisible.
Sometimes it is like violent, the sword light is like turbulent waves, sometimes it is like spring breeze and rain, moistening things silently.
Looking vaguely, there seemed to be two figures fighting each other. In two different styles, they interpreted the same sword technique and competed against each other.
The light of the bright moon, the light of the bright moon!
The two figures each made a sword. Between the ground, two bright moon-like sword lights collided fiercely, and a shocking sound broke out.
Frost is thousands of miles away!
Mirror flowers and water moon!
Three major killer moves were used one after another, and the vast sea of clouds suddenly scattered sword lights were twisted into pieces. The cold and sharp sword light burst out with bright light under the reflection of the scorching sun, like swords
Flowers bloom in the clouds.
When the storm disappeared, I was shocked to find that Lin Yun was the only one in the cliff of Thoughts.
The so-called opponent is just Lin Yun’s one-pointed and two-point use, and directly plays the role of the peak Seven Profound Steps.
When practicing swords in the mountains, there are no monsters or fellow practitioners. If you want to practice swords, you can only deal with yourself.
If someone else is here, you will definitely be shocked.
How superb is the swordsmanship and body skills to achieve this.
But Lin Yun has long been used to it, and he was simply forced out.
"This Water Moon Sword Technique seems to have potential to dig, but I have clearly practiced to the peak of perfection. If I go further, can I still practice it?"
Lin Yun was a little puzzled, and his martial arts skills were four major realms.
First achievement, small achievement, great achievement, perfection.
Is there another realm above perfection?
Just at this moment, under the sea of clouds, there was another piano sound, disturbing my thoughts for no reason.
The sound of the piano was chaotic, but the owner of the piano still didn't know it, but instead played it more happily.
"I want to see who you are!"
Anger flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. He really couldn't bear it anymore. He could tolerate the loneliness and emptiness in the cliff of thought.
But in fact, I can't stand this messy sound, it's like a devil, tormenting people's hearts.
Whoosh!
Taking one step forward, Lin Yun came to the edge of the cliff, looking at the abyss under the sea of clouds, frowned.
Jump, or not?
[There is a bad state, give me some time. This plot is really difficult to write.]