The crux of the problem still lies in the ancient battlefield.
If the Sword Sect in the Ancient Battlefield is defeated again this time, even if the Master succeeds in closing the Death Tribulation, it will still be difficult for the Sword Sect to restore its decline.
Successive generations of golden monsters have been destroyed, and not even the Holy Land can withstand it.
All the pressure could not be placed on the master. After Lin Yun figured out the joints, his mood suddenly became brighter.
"Junior Brother Lin, what do you want this time? You can tell me secretly, and I can also tell you secretly whether there are any good things daddy has." Mu Xueqin looked at Lin Yun and said with a smile.
At this Tianchi grand gathering, Junior Brother Lin has made a name for the Sword Sect. If the news spreads back, the sect will definitely be shaken.
The morale of the entire sect will be greatly boosted. Since Jian Jingtian, the Jian Sect has rarely been so proud.
Mu Xueqin secretly vowed in her heart that no matter what Lin Yun wanted, she would do her best to satisfy it.
Lin Yun couldn't help laughing when he saw Mu Xueqin's serious look. This was really cheating.
But he really hasn't thought about it in detail. After all, this is only a matter for the disciples of Jianzong, and Jianzong is already good enough to him.
"Well, I want a drop of divine blood from the descendants of the Xuanwu beast."
Lin Yun paused and changed his words: "Maybe news will do."
If the Sword Sect really has the divine blood of the descendants of Xuanwu, it shouldn't be difficult to obtain it given the status of senior brother. All it takes is to find out the information.
Senior brother feels that he is not enlightened enough and is too lazy to spend too much energy.
Lin Yun wanted to give it a try. The Black Turtle Technique was just a small way to control the aura, but the Turtle Divine Transformation was still quite powerful.
"Does this work?"
Mu Xueqin thought for a while and was a little confused.
"That's it, I won't change it."
Lin Yun was afraid that she would continue to "cheat her father" and said quickly.
"Okay, then I'll do some research for you, and I'll let you know when I have any news." Mu Xueqin said with a smile.
…
Returning to Jianzong, the disciples of Jianzong gathered at the mountain gate and waited eagerly for a long time.
The news of the grand gathering in Tianchi had long since spread, and the entire sect was in a state of excitement, hoping to see Lin Yun as soon as possible.
Lin Yun was a little frightened by such a battle. The other saints around him smiled and looked at Lin Yun with equally hot eyes.
The entire Sword Sect is looking forward to him growing up!
Ye Ziyun, who didn't have much sense of belonging to the Sword Sect, saw Lin Yun look like this and felt a rare emotion in her heart.
This feels really good. Thinking of this, Ye Ziyun laughed.
Even though Lin Yun didn't like this kind of scene very much, seeing this scene of people welcoming him, he felt warm and warm, which was quite good.
After joining the sect, Lin Yun was not in a hurry to return to Shenxiao Peak.
He told the sword-crazy Zhao Yan about the Xuanzi Sword Technique among the Nine Swords of Xiaoyao, and saw that he was very interested.
Lin Yun thought for a while and simply taught the other party the four words "Heaven, Earth, Mysterious Desolate".
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
Zhao Yan was quite shocked, feeling that this swordsmanship was extremely profound and its origin must be astonishing, but Lin Yun handed it over to him without reservation.
Nothing will go wrong, right?
Swordsmanship of this level generally cannot be taught easily. Zhao Yan wondered if it was passed down to Lin Yun by Yaoguang Sword Master.
"This is the swordsmanship left by Emperor Nan. There are four more swords, maybe five swords, but I haven't learned them yet and I can't leave them to you yet."
Lin Yun taught the other party only after careful consideration.
This sword technique requires great perseverance to study, and Zhao Yan is the most suitable. There is no saying that the sword technique left by Nan Di cannot be passed on to others.
"Oh, as long as it's not the inheritance of Senior Yaoguang."
Zhao Yan didn't react and smiled, looking very happy.
Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, but there was no reaction at all.
"Lin Yun, I'm going to study. Once you learn the next four swords, remember to teach me!" Zhao Yan was very excited, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was talking while running.
Author: "The sky is thirty-six, the earth is seventy-two..."
Lin Yun pinched his chin and started laughing after watching it for a while. This was good.
If you don’t know, just don’t know.
Returning to Shenxiao Peak, Feng Luan, the senior brother of Shenxiao Peak, rushed over immediately.
He was giving something to Lin Yun. It was a space storage bottle. It looked small but was indeed very heavy in his hand.
"What is this?"
Lin Yun said curiously.
"I don't know. Your friend asked someone to send it here. She said her surname was An." Feng Luan looked at the jade bottle in his hand and handed it to Lin Yundao: "It's quite heavy. You can hold it first."
"True Dragon Holy Liquid!"
Before Lin Yun could answer, the little Bingfeng in the Ziyuan Sword Box cheered.
The things An Liuyan sent were packed in storage bottles, so most likely they were the Holy Dragon Liquid.
"Thank you for your hard work, senior brother."
Lin Yun said after taking it.
"It's not a big deal for me, I won't disturb you." Feng Luan touched his head and looked at Lin Yun with a strange look on his face.
I still remember the scene when I first led him to Shenxiao Peak. In just over a year, he has grown to this point.
Not only Shenxiao Peak, but also the entire Sword Sect has undergone tremendous changes because of him. I really can't imagine it.
After Senior Brother Feng left, Lin Yun opened the jade bottle, and it turned out to be True Dragon Holy Liquid, nearly one hundred thousand kilograms in quantity.
Lin Yun looked at the jade bottle in his hand and was startled. Could An Liuyan have emptied the True Dragon Holy Liquid from Tianxing Pavilion?
She is indeed a rich woman, the rumors are true.
"Hehe, I like this little girl more and more. I used to think she was a vixen, but now she looks really pleasing to the eye! I have decided that if you have anything to do with her in the future, just pretend that you have never seen anything."
Xiao Bingfeng smiled happily.
"What are you thinking about?"
Lin Yun complained.
The emperor smiled mischievously and said: "Hey, man, I understand. Besides, a scumbag like you must be coveting other people's bodies when you gave them the White Dragon Divine Bones to others."
"Pfft... don't talk nonsense."
"Hehe, I must have been right. I felt something was wrong at first. You are just greedy for other people's bodies. Don't worry, I won't mind." Xiao Bingfeng held the jade bottle and laughed non-stop.
But having said that, An Liuyan's figure is indeed quite hot.
The figure of An Liuyan appeared in Lin Yun's mind, and it was difficult for anyone not to be tempted by her.
"Humph, you scumbag, you must be imagining things!" Xiao Bingfeng snorted coldly.
Lin Yun's face was calm and he said calmly: "I will keep the True Dragon Holy Liquid first."
"No, no, no, I am wrong, Lin Yun, you are the best!"
Lin Yun smiled, this girl can't deal with you yet.
He walked straight towards Feiyun Peak, ignoring Xiao Bingfeng's intention. The angry Xiao Bingfeng turned red under the sycamore tree.
"Come to the Holy Mountain."
At this moment, a voice came from his mind, and Lin Yun looked happy, Master!
He had wanted to see his master for a long time, but he didn't dare to disturb him without instructions, so he immediately spread out his body skills and flew away.
holy mountain.
The cave where Master retreats is still covered with peach blossoms. Deep in the peach forest, Master is still practicing calligraphy in front of the stone table.
Sometimes Lin Yun couldn't figure it out. Didn't the master go into seclusion?
Why does he look so relaxed every time I see him, which is completely different from what ordinary people imagine.
Except that the body has not left the cave, there is no difference between him and ordinary people... except that his complexion seems to be a little older.
"Coming."
Seeing Lin Yun's arrival, Yao Guang put down his pen and said with a smile.
Lin Yun glanced at it, and saw that the master was not practicing calligraphy this time, but was drawing an unfinished flower.
"Disciple has met Master."
Lin Yun knelt down on one knee and saluted.
"Come closer, let me take a look at you." Yao Guang stretched out his hand to let Lin Yun get closer, until he walked to the stone table, with endless sword light surging in his eyes.
After a while, the old man smiled, stroking his beard and said: "Ten-star extreme realm! Not bad."
"Luck luck."
Lin Yun said with a smile, seemingly calm on the outside, but very excited on the inside.
"Actually, in today's era, there is no need to deliberately pursue the realm of ten stars. You must have suffered a lot to enter the realm of ten stars." Yaoguang has never been to Tianchi Villa, but he seems to see everything through, as if he has seen it with his own eyes.
To the burning pain Lin Yun endured under the Hualong Pond.
"I have the Azure Dragon Divine Bone. It would be a pity not to try it. Fortunately, I succeeded!"
Lin Yun muttered.
Yao Guang smiled and said: "There are still a few swords of Xiaoyao Nine Swords that I haven't practiced yet."
"Four swords! Or five swords..."
"You can practice your sword here during this period!" Yao Guang said.
"good."
Lin Yun felt happy. With his master's personal guidance, the Nine Swords of Xiaoyao should be much faster.
Even the last sword may not be impossible to realize.
"Rose Scroll, let me take another look at it."
Lin Yun immediately took out the rose scroll, and Yao Guang took it, her hands trembling slightly, and her expression was so solemn that people were surprised.
Sure enough, the stronger the strength, the more terrifying the murderous intention hidden in this picture is?
When the scroll was opened, the sky and the earth turned dark. Before Lin Yun had time to react, he felt horrified all over his body, as if he was in a place of indescribable terror.
Is this hell?
Before Lin Yun could think about it, a gleam of light appeared in the endless darkness, and the source of the light came from the Master.
Immediately afterwards the light radiated out, and the heaven and earth returned to nature.
"The Dharma left by Emperor Nan is indeed profound and unfathomable." Yao Guang said solemnly: "It's so difficult to just take a look at it."
"Master, are you okay?"
Lin Yun quickly stepped forward and wanted to help Yao Guang.
"Hahaha!"
Seeing his appearance, Yao Guang burst out laughing, took hold of his pen again, and said, "Look at it carefully, and I will draw everything I see for you."
boom!
This time, Yaoguang's pen was full of holy light, and all the petals of the paper flew out.
Lin Yun stretched out his hand to pick it up. The fragrance of the flowers filled the air as if they were real. Among the endless flying petals, a figure flew out from Yaoguang's pen.
Yao Guang's painting speed is getting faster and faster, so fast that it is dizzying, and more and more figures fly out of the paper roll.
Each figure was wearing a green shirt, and their faces were blurry, but Lin Yun felt like they were the Nan Emperor he had seen in paintings.
Not long after, hundreds of "Southern Emperors" flew out of the scroll.
Each Nandi holds funeral flowers in different shapes and performs different sword moves.
Some stretch their arms in the air, with their swords hanging in the air like the sun, some have their legs bent, with snow flying around them like flowers, some hold swords in both hands, cutting through the sky... Hundreds of figures, hundreds of shapes, all changing and unpredictable.
People are dazzled.
Each silhouette is a sword move, and each move is different, full of ancient charm, and unparalleled in mysteries.
Although there are many changes, there are four types of attributes of the vision: wind, fire, thunder, and ice.
In the end, these shadows dispersed and turned into dense scriptures, floating in the air. Lin Yun's eyes flashed and he quickly wrote them down, immersed in them, and did not dare to waste a moment.
Wind, fire, thunder and ice are the four most lethal swords among the Nine Swords of Xiaoyao. Each sword can bring its pure artistic conception to its limit.
Eventually, these densely packed verses merged together.
It merged into four words, wind, fire, thunder and ice!
When the four characters were about to merge again and form a new character, Lin Yun's eyes lit up, Ninth Sword!
But at this moment, Yao Guang frowned slightly and stopped writing.
