Yao Guang looked at Lin Yun, who was kneeling on one knee, with a complicated expression. His emotions were both passionate and sad.
He was not the same back then, wanting to grow the sect with the sword in his hand.
But three thousand years have passed. In addition to gaining the reputation of one of the three great swordsmen of the Eastern Wasteland, the Sword Sect is still far away from becoming a golden holy land.
"You kid, get up."
Yaoguang did not use his Holy Yuan, but personally stepped forward and helped Lin Yun up.
"Thank you, Master."
Lin Yun stood up and said.
"You should practice hard here and practice these four swords to a small degree before leaving."
"good."
In the next time, Lin Yun was in the Taolin Cave Mansion, evolving the four swords of wind, fire, thunder and ice. It must be said that these four swords are indeed the swords of kings. Each sword is surprisingly powerful. Even if it is only a small achievement,
It made Lin Yun feel quite afraid.
It would be difficult for his body to withstand one room if all four swords hit him.
Certain death!
Even if he wears holy armor and is protected by the sacred bones of the blue dragon, his body will not be left with any bones, and he will die without a complete body.
This kind of extremely royal swordsmanship is rare in Lin Yun's life. Perhaps only the tyrannical swords practiced in the Xuanhuang Realm can rival it.
Of course, they are only comparable in artistic conception, and there is a huge difference in grade between the two.
Lin Yun repeats the four swords every day, mastering more than 900 variations of them. The process is boring and nerve-wracking.
However, the progress was quite obvious. After seven days, the four swords of wind, fire, thunder and ice were finally cultivated by Lin Yun to a small level of success.
Lin Yun knew very well that all this was given by his master.
If he hadn't activated the holy pen in his hand to change the speed of time, allowing him to master it in an instant, it would have taken him at least half a year to practice this swordsmanship to a small degree.
After being tempered under the master's pen, the four swords of wind, fire, thunder and ice have already become some kind of instinct of Lin Yun.
There is danger!
Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, picked up the funeral flower with his left hand before he opened his eyes.
Clang!
The impact of the scabbard knocked a dead branch away. Lin Yun then opened his eyes and saw the astonishing sword power contained in the dead branch.
After being bounced off the scabbard, it exploded deep in the peach forest, releasing a dazzling sword light.
"After practicing these four swords to a small degree, your sword intention has improved a lot. If you have the opportunity, you can try to attack the sword intention of the sky." Yao Guang said with a smile. The attack he just made was a casual test.
"Really?"
Lin Yun was overjoyed.
"Master, why have I ever lied to you?" Yao Guang said with a smile.
Lin Yun looked excited. This was not an unexpected surprise. He wanted to try to be promoted to Dragon Vein.
But the shadow of failure in the previous attack was too great, so I never dared to attack rashly. Now that I have received Master's approval, my confidence has greatly increased.
"Master, after I mastered this swordsmanship, I found it difficult to master it even though I have mastered its secrets. Why is this?"
Lin Yun asked.
The four swords of wind, fire, thunder and ice are indeed very strange. After reaching a small level, they will instantly enter a bottleneck, and that bottleneck is extremely abrupt.
If you don't get the key point, no matter how you practice, you may have to be limited to this realm.
"Because you don't know these four martial arts wills, you can't practice to a great level. This is why I let you practice to a small level first." Yao Guang looked at Lin Yun, smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's not
There is no solution, you just need to find four different centuries-old evil spirits and integrate them into your sword moves."
"Evil spirit?"
"That's right, it's wind evil, fire evil, thunder evil, and ice evil. You don't want to understand these kinds of wills, so you only need a hundred years of evil spirit. If these four evil spirits are only a hundred years old, they will not exist in the Kuji Mountains.
It’s pretty hard to find.”
Yao Guang gave the answer along the way.
"Okay, I'll take my leave now."
Lin Yun nodded. It seemed that he had to go to this lonely mountain range again.
That’s okay!
Anyway, he planned to go there and observe the ancient monument.
"Wait a minute, I have a tip bag here."
Yao Guang looked solemn, glanced at Lin Yun, and said, "Keep this bag for now, don't open it in a hurry, and don't ask what's inside."
"Then when should I open it?"
Lin Yun was a little confused.
Yao Guang smiled and said, "You will know when it's time to open it."
"Is it so mysterious?"
After Lin Yun looked at it for a few times, he carefully put the kit away.
After leaving the Holy Mountain, Lin Yun thought in his mind that if he went to the Kuji Mountains to find the evil spirit, he would have to ask the Cerebellar Ax about it.
When he was about to return to Feiyun Peak, Lin Yun saw a woman who had been waiting for a long time with her eyes closed.
"Senior Sister Mu?"
Lin Yun quickly stepped forward and said, "What are you doing here?"
"Of course I'm waiting for you."
Mu Xueqin opened her eyes and said with a smile: "Don't you want a drop of the divine blood of Xuanwu descendants? Divine blood is hard to find, but there is some news about monsters with Xuanwu bloodline."
"Where?"
"Take a look, they're all marked on this picture for you."
Mu Xueqin took out the map of the Ancient Realm and handed it to Lin Yun.
Lin Yun spread out the map. There were about a dozen red dots in it, and there were annotations under each red dot.
"Demon Snake Forest, Blood Golden Snake, the pinnacle of the Death Mysterious Realm!"
…
Lin Yun looked at the red dot annotation with a look of joy in his eyes. The information on it was quite detailed, but... it was difficult to deal with. It made people's scalp numb when looking at it.
Almost all of them are monsters in the realm of life and death, even those in the holy realm.
The joy in Lin Yun's eyes gradually dimmed, and his scalp felt numb. This was indeed a bit difficult to do.
"It seems I've thought a little too much." Lin Yun handed over the map. No wonder even Senior Brother Makikawa gave up.
Mu Xueqin looked at Lin Yun's appearance and couldn't help laughing.
"Sister, why are you laughing?" Lin Yun was a little confused.
Mu Xueqin smiled and said: "I'm kidding you, senior sister naturally knows that you don't have this strength, let alone you... Unless I, the peak master of several peaks of Jianzong takes action, there is only the slightest chance. This map is just for you to see, Xuanwu
The news about the descendant’s divine blood comes from other sources.”
"What source?"
"In the Kuji Mountains, there is an underage Sky Mysterious Turtle, hiding deep in the cold water pool. Its strength should have just broken through the Dragon Vein." Mu Xueqin said.
"That shouldn't be difficult to deal with."
"Don't be careless. After all, with Xuanwu bloodline, these alien beasts are still quite difficult to deal with after breaking through the dragon vein. There is another thing, which is why I came here to wait for you, because I want to tell you the news personally."
"What news?"
"A few evil cultivators have broken into the Kuji Mountains."
Lin Yun heard the words and said with a smile: "Evil cultivators? The Kuji Mountain Range is so big and crosses the ancient times. It's not surprising that there are evil cultivators. It's strange that there are no evil cultivators."
The Kuji Mountain Range stretches endlessly. Not only are sect disciples practicing in it, but it is also normal for evil cultivators to enter it.
Moreover, when evil cultivators encounter sect disciples, they generally don’t dare to do anything, especially disciples of super sects.
"These four evil cultivators are a little different. They are all disciples who rebelled from the super sect and have some bad reputations in the ancient domain. Especially the leader named Jiang Tong, who used to be a disciple of the Xuantian Sect and violated the sect rules.
Later, he was expelled from the sect and became an evil cultivator."
Lin Yun was thoughtful after hearing this.
Each sect has sect rules. It is normal for someone to be expelled if they violate the sect rules. Maybe everyone who has entered the inner list has been expelled.
I thought I had made a huge mistake, and my anger was extremely terrible.
"Let me remind you, after all, the Kuji Mountain Range is so big, even if you are determined to look for them, you may not be able to find them." Mu Xueqin smiled, looked at Lin Yun and said: "It can't be such a coincidence, they are also looking for the Tianxuan Turtle.
?I will
I won’t disturb you anymore and I’ll take my leave.”
Mu Xueqin came and went in a hurry, conveyed the news to Lin Yun and left.
Lin Yun pondered in his heart, the evil spirit and the Xuanwu divine blood happened to be in the Kuji Mountains, which was quite convenient when he thought about it.
To be precise, the divine blood of Xuanwu descendants cannot be called divine blood.
The divine blood of the descendants of divine beasts is extremely thin. Even if it is condensed, it is still far from the blood of the real divine beasts.
It would be more accurate to call it Xuanwu Holy Blood, as it is just like the True Dragon Holy Liquid, and it is not refined from the blood of the True Dragon.
After taking a short rest, Lin Yun went out two days later.
Lin Yun had come to the Kuji Mountains too many times, and he was familiar with the road, and soon arrived at the lair of the magic pattern tiger.
"Not here? Nothing will happen to this guy, right?"
Lin Yun released his sword intention and did not notice the aura of the magic pattern tiger.
The probability of something happening to a monster beast is still very high. Anyway, in this Kuji Mountains, every day, disciples die at the mouths of monster beasts, and some monster beasts die at the hands of sect disciples.
Although the magic-patterned tiger is a king monster, it is not invincible. There are still many people who care about its tiger bones.
"Huhu."
The little thief cat squatted on Lin Yun's shoulder, sniffed a few times with his nose, and pointed with his paw.
"Let's go and have a look."
Lin Yun thought for a while, spread out his body skills, and walked in the direction pointed by the little thieving cat.
Half an hour later, Lin Yun stood on the treetops and looked towards the open area ahead. The terrain there was flat and vast, and a man and a tiger were fighting fiercely. There were people watching with smiles on their faces.
It's the magic pattern tiger!
At this moment, it has transformed into a human form with a tiger head, holding a holy sword in its hand, and uses the mountain and river sword skills to create a powerful tiger.
If he were an ordinary opponent, he would probably have been hacked to death by it.
But the man in black who fought with it had a relaxed look on his face, and he didn't use all his strength at all.
Lin Yun took a casual look and saw that this man was already in the late stage of the third level of Dragon Vein in terms of cultivation alone, reaching the point where his energy and blood were as deep as abyss!
The sound of majestic blood energy was like the resurrection of an ancient savage beast. The magic pattern tiger's blood energy was not enough in front of him.
That man is a swordsman. He hasn't drawn his sword yet. Once he draws his sword, the magic pattern tiger will be defeated instantly.
Phew!
Just as Lin Yun was thinking in his mind, a flash of sword light bloomed like a star, and with a surge of cold light, he slashed away the magic patterned tiger.
The magic-patterned tiger collapsed to the ground, wailing incessantly.
Whoosh!
Lin Yun fell from the treetop. He had no choice. If he continued to watch the show, his cerebellar ax would be hammered to death.
When the magic pattern tiger heard the sound, he raised his head and saw Lin Yun. His eyes immediately showed joy, and he quickly crawled over and said, "Master Xiao Lin, save me!"
"Brother, can you give me some face and spare the life of this demon-patterned tiger?"
Lin Yun ignored the Cerebellar Ax, looked at the man in black and smiled.
"Tsk tsk, that's interesting. What if I don't give it to you?" The man in black felt extremely surprised. He had never seen anyone befriend a monster before, and he laughed strangely.
His companion's expression was also quite playful, as if he were watching a show, and he just felt that Lin Yun was here to fight for the bones of the Tiger King.
But how could a person who had just entered the dragon vein be so bold?
Looking for death?
After discovering the clothes on Lin Yun's body, he suddenly realized that he was a disciple of the Sword Sect!
"As the saying goes, when you beat a dog, you have to look at the owner, let alone a tiger. You can negotiate any terms you want." Lin Yun said.
"Haha, are you the owner of the tiger?"
The man in black grinned, as if he had heard some big joke.
"I'm not, it is."
Lin Yun pointed to the little thief cat on his shoulder, with a smile on his face and a relaxed expression, and said: "I have a good temper, but I am a cat you can't mess with."
The man in black was immediately stunned, his cheeks twitched, and his expression turned cold.
The meaning in those eyes is quite obvious, are you kidding me?