The next full moon night will be seven days later.
Lin Yun was not in a hurry and immediately went to Cangxuan Demon Realm. He had to prepare some things before going.
At least you can't make the same mistake again, so that you can have a chance to hurt yourself in Xiaoyin and sword intent.
Now that I think about it, the battle just now is really dangerous.
If the Thunder Demon Sword is a little stronger and his finger cannot hurt him, the person who may die may be himself.
The Silver Moon Mask can save him once, but he cannot save him for the second time in a row.
And this Thunder Demon Sword actually has the identity of a disciple of Xuantian Sect. In the Demon Realm, there are probably more unpredictable risks.
Lin Yun thought for a moment and told Xiao Bingfeng about the flaws of Zi Yuan Flying Song and Zi Yuan Sword Technique, as well as the bottleneck of using a flute to control the sword.
Xiao Bingfeng smiled and said, "This is normal. Zi Yuan Sword Saint saw the ten thousand years of snow on the endless ice field of the Extreme Cold Sea. It was a music score created by himself. The music score that the Zi Yuan Sword Art truly corresponds to is Hundred Birds.
I have told you about the phoenix."
"Hundreds of birds pay homage to the phoenix!"
A helpless look flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. He had already obtained the music score of the hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix in Xiao Bingfeng's hands.
But I can never really play it out, and the true artistic conception contained in the song cannot be truly promoted in one breath.
Lin Yun suspected that this had nothing to do with his accomplishments in musical ways, but might have something to do with his own sword intent that was stuck at the bottleneck.
Only after you truly master the fourth-grade sword intent can you blow hundreds of birds to the phoenix.
But the fourth-grade sword intent is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Lin Yun's swordsmanship can be said to be the one among the monsters, and he still feels full of difficulties.
There was no trace of fur in his vague sense, and there was always a burning sword intent rushing between his eyebrows, but this mysterious feeling always flashed through.
It is like quicksand, which can be seen and even held, but it always slips away from the fingers.
It can be expected that for a long time, his sword intent would be trapped in the realm of the sky.
"You only have two ways to make your strength improve by leaps and bounds in a short period of time. One is to break through your cultivation to the Star Lord. With your foundation, once you enter the Star Lord, you will at least be the peak of the Star Yuan Realm."
Xiao Bingfeng analyzed to him: "At that time, with the Thirteen Floating Cloud Sword and the Floating Cloud Sword Technique, it will be enough to easily deal with masters of the level of the Thunder Demon Sword."
This is the most direct way and there will be no difficulty.
As long as he is willing, Lin Yun can now refine the Star God Pill in his hand and directly break through the Star Lord in one fell swoop.
It takes at most three days, and there will be no risk.
His current foundation is already very terrifying. Even if he breaks through the Star Lord, he is much stronger than ordinary people. It will be very easy to fight with the realm. At least, there will be no disciple in the Fuyun Sword Sect that can be his opponent.
Even if you are as strong as Ye Ziling.
But he had already made up his mind to cultivate to the seven flowers gathering top and reach the limit of the Tianpo Realm. Now that he has only planted six star demon flowers in the Qi sea, he will not be able to impact the Star Lord.
"What is the second solution..."
Lin Yun denied the first method and asked.
Xiao Bingfeng smiled and said, "The second method is not that easy. Using Xiao to fight the sword is to kill the enemy by using the sword, but your sword now has a bottleneck, so using Xiao to fight the sword will also hit the bottleneck.
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"so?"
Lin Yun asked, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately understood what the other party meant.
Xiao Bingfeng said, "The way of music is also a kind of martial arts. Your sword can comprehend the will of martial arts, and the way of music can naturally master the will of martial arts."
Lin Yun had long understood what she meant. If the sword intent encountered a bottleneck and could not break through for a long time.
We should make breakthroughs in music, and we will also improve our strength in a short period of time.
"The sound has five tones, Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng (zhi), Yu. There are twelve tones, from low to high Huangzhong, Dalu, Taicu, Jiazhong, Guxi, Zhonglu, Ruibin, Lin Zhong, Yi Ze, Nan Lu, Wuzhe, Ying Zhong."
Xiao Bingfeng shook her head and said with a smile: "You are just roughly understanding the five tones now, and you don't understand the twelve laws, and you don't know. The five tones correspond to the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and the twelve laws are also divided. Yin and Yang, odd numbers are yang, even numbers are yin, and each law has corresponding time and year and month."
"The way of music includes yin and yang and five elements, the sun and the moon are full of vigor, the Chen family is listed, the changes of heaven and earth, and the ultimate principles of the world are all in it. The great sound is faint, and the great way is invisible!"
Lin Yun was stunned and shocked when he heard this. Although he knew the vastness of music, he did not expect to be so mysterious.
"I thought I could be considered proficient in music, but I didn't expect that I would be just a plain person..." Lin Yun sighed softly after a while.
Xiao Bingfeng smiled and said, "I have a lot of knowledge. Besides, you are a common person. The way of music is different from the way of swordsmanship, and there are differences between elegance and vulgarity. If you don't enter this way, you are all ordinary music. No matter how good the song is, you will be But Al."
"But if there is a vulgarity and elegance, once you enter this path, you will speak the voice of kings and princes. Above the kings and princes, there is also the voice of emperors, and above the emperor, there is the voice of divine dragons!"
Kings, sages, emperors, and dragons!
Lin Yun's eyes flashed, which was equivalent to the level of sword intent, but there were big differences.
This path is ethereal and difficult to get started, but once you master it, it will be extremely powerful. The songs played are outstanding and stand out among the countless people, just like a king who is a marquis who is a marquis.
The way of music is even slightly separated from martial arts, both integrated and independent, and is truly mysterious and boundless.
"Above the divine dragon, there is also the legendary supreme immortal sound!"
Xiao Bingfeng's pink face showed a proud look and said with a smile: "The so-called divine dragon does not refer to the divine dragon alone, but refers to the top ten divine birds in the world. I was born with the sound of the divine dragon! Now I know why I The sound of the flute played is stronger than you. Even if this emperor's strength is slightly damaged, he will be stronger than you."
Just slightly damaged?
Lin Yun smiled and said, "You have never told me this before."
Xiao Bingfeng muttered in her heart, who knew that you, like a pervert, would practice with Xiao to such an exaggerated level in such a short time.
"Because you are too stupid and have less than the realm, you don't understand even if this emperor says."
Xiao Bingfeng curled her lips and said something wrong, then she laughed again: "You come and be my servant. Follow me, I can teach you."
She looked at Lin Yun with a smile, waiting for the other party to come and ask him. No matter how bad she is, she has to praise her.
Lin Yun blinked and smiled, "It seems that you have not eaten enough of your suffering in Ye Ziling's hands."
Xiao Bingfeng's arrogance suddenly went down and muttered in a low voice: "I have taught you that. What does that female devil do? It's fierce, what's the point?"
"Okay, let the Emperor of Heaven-Dragon begin."
Lin Yun laughed softly.
Xiao Bingfeng glared at Lin Yun's eyes angrily and explained reluctantly, but once she spoke, she spoke very seriously.
Especially the division of the sounds of the fifth rank, the sounds of kings and princes, the sounds of sages, the sounds of the emperor, and the sounds of the dragon.
As for the fairy sound, it is a legendary legend, according to Xiao Bingfeng's explanation. No one in the world can play the fairy sound except the saint of Tianxiang. Once the fairy sound can be played, the divine bird, phoenix, bird, bird, real dragon, can be
Easy to control.
Afterwards, she began to teach Lin Yun the twelve rules, as well as the relationship between music and yin and yang and the five elements, which is complex and difficult for ordinary people to imagine.
Lin Yun was obsessed with listening and asked from time to time.
He originally thought that his current cultivation level was all bottlenecks, so he used his voice to control his sword to overcome this bottleneck period of the decline in sword art.
When you break through the fourth-grade sword intent, you won’t worry about it.
But I didn't expect that the way of music is so magical, and the mystery is no worse than the sword.
He changed his mind, and perhaps through analogy, he could break the myth that no one in Kunlun Realm could do. Before he entered the Star Lord, he would master the fourth-grade sword intent!
...
While Lin Yun was practicing the musical method, the Thunder Demon Sword also stepped on the edge of the Cangxuan Demon Realm.
He was seriously injured and almost half dead, and he was hanging all with one breath.
After taking a lot of healing medicines on the way, he barely stopped the injury, but Lin Yun's sword intent that left his finger in his body could not be successfully driven away by no means he could do it. The strong will contained in the sword intent
In unimaginable.
It far exceeds his martial arts will. It is the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Sword Intent close to the fourth-grade sword intent. It is also surrounded by the power of the Canglong, and there is wind and thunder accumulated in it.
In addition, he was injured by the power of the holy soldiers before, and his injuries are so severe that he will not be able to fight with anyone for at least two months.
"hateful!"
Leng Aoran tried for a while and had to admit that he really could not shake the other party's sword intent now.
Even if your strength returns to its peak, it will take at least half a month to drive the opponent's sword intent out of your body.
The same is the Tongtian sword intent, and the other party is much stronger than Ye Ziling. If Ye Ziling's sword intent is a stream in the mountains, the Tongtian sword intent of the Burial Flower Prince is a roaring river on the vast earth.
No, it’s the endless ocean, the difference between the two is too big.
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He hid on the edge of the Demon Realm for two days. After at least two days, he could not see any injuries from his appearance, so he covered the above and officially stepped into the Cangxuan Demon Realm.
Over the years, he has been circulating in Cangxuan Mansion, and countless people have offended him. If he is recognized, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Even if he is an evil cultivator, he would not want to set foot in a place like the Demon Realm without need.
Apart from some huge forces rooted in the Demon Realm, other evil cultivators cannot guarantee safety in this Demon Realm. There are no rules here at all. There are not too many examples of fighting whenever they disagree.
Even if he reaches the Demon Realm, it is not safe for him, or even more dangerous.
In two days, the news that he believed that he was injured by the Burial Flower Prince had already spread throughout the Demon Realm, and even the entire Cangxuan Mansion knew about it.
Unless you get along well with some big forces, no one can save his life.
But if this is the case, the holy gun in his hand would have to be handed over, so he naturally would not want to.
The entire demon realm is always shrouded in a layer of darkness, with a faint gray mist floating in the air, and the evil spirits are everywhere. The evil cultivator can be said to be like a fish in water here.
Leng Aoran covered her face, and a cold murderous intent burst out in her eyes. Her eyes were still quite intimidating.
He had a plan in his mind, and half an hour later, he came to a huge and magnificent building.
The building contains three bloody ancient characters from Tianxing Pavilion, which makes the building look extremely evil. The weird sign makes the whole building look dark.
The interweaving of darkness and glory makes this Tianxing Pavilion form a strange contrast.
Half an hour later, he saw the owner of Tianxing Pavilion, a chubby middle-aged man. His eyes flashed with extremely smart eyes, and it was chilling when he narrowed his eyes.
The background of Tianxing Pavilion is powerful and mysterious, and it is said that all the stars in the sky can be picked and sold for money. This is a place for business.
But no one dares to mess with the demon realm in various places.
The middle-aged fat man squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Benthunder Demon Sword, this is not the first time you and me have been dealing with each other. If I cover my face, I can't recognize you?"
"It turns out that the Pavilion Master, who can hide these eyes in the world? I was just injured and it was not convenient for me to show up in public." Leng Aoran took off his cover and said calmly.
The middle-aged fat man smiled and said, "There are many people who want to kill you now. We have a friendship, but Tianxing Pavilion is a place for business after all. There is no obligation to take you in, and I will not touch you. After all, there is some friendship, so you go out.
That's good."
Leng Aoran cursed in his heart. They had a big relationship. This fat man is notoriously cruel.
If he really leaves this, the other party will sell it in a blink of an eye.
"I'll come to you and take a photo of a baby. You let me stay in Tianxing Pavilion for two months." Leng Aoran took out the silver holy spear named Wang Hook from the storage bag without waiting for the other party to speak.
The middle-aged fat man's eyes lit up, and he took them over, kept playing with them, and said in admiration: "It turns out that the rumors are true. You guy really got a holy soldier!"
Leng Auroran looked at the other party's hand, touching the holy soldier, only felt disgusted, and said lightly: "How?"
The fat man smiled and said, "Look at what you said? What kind of friendship do we have? Haven't your goods gone from my hands over the years? In this way, three days later, I will auction it for you this month's fifteenth.
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"How much commission do you charge?" Leng Aoran ignored the fat man's hypocrisy and said coldly.
The fat man smiled and stretched out a finger.
"10%?"
Anger flashed in Leng Aaron's eyes. The fat man was really unwilling to be honest. The more expensive the treasure, the smaller the commission ratio it received.
If a strange thing like a holy soldier is taken out for auction, it will undoubtedly cause a sensation in Cangxuan Mansion. At that time, he still doesn’t know what the sky-high price he will be sold, so he will actually charge 10% of the commission.
“I’m half of it.”
The fat man smiled and said softly: "Even if you don't want to, I won't stop you if you leave. Anyway, there are more than just my Tianxing Pavilion family in Cangxuan Demon Realm."
Shit!
Leng Aoran vomited blood in anger. Can he leave? I'm afraid he will be killed if he goes out.
After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Trade is completed!"
The middle-aged fat man restrained the smile on his face, looked up and smiled, "You are a smart person, otherwise you wouldn't have lived for so long. From now on, your life will be protected by Tianxing Pavilion!"
The fat man's tone was a little chilling, but those words were unquestionable and made Leng Aoran a little calmer.
No one dared to make trouble in Tianxing Pavilion, and all the people who made trouble were dead.
No exceptions!
[There will be a seal at night. If it is too late, everyone will come to see it tomorrow morning.]