The Jianzong branch was heavily guarded. Lin Yun felt that it was unrealistic for an outsider to come in unnoticed and deceive those big bosses in the life and death realm.
"I was there before you came."
An Liuyan smiled, took out a token and said, "Look at this."
Lin Yun looked up, with a look of surprise in his eyes. This was the token of the inner disciple of the Sword Sect Shenxiaofeng.
"I am also a disciple of the Sword Sect now." An Liuyan said with a smile.
"What's going on?"
Lin Yun said strangely.
An Liuyan said with a smile: "After all, there is no room for the existence of demonic sects in the Ancient Desolate Region. If we want to enter the Ancient Desolate Region, we can only cooperate with the sects in the Ancient Desolate Region. Of course, this kind of cooperation cannot be made explicit.
It’s just a tacit understanding among everyone.”
"As long as it is within a certain range, it does not break the rules. I have told you before that there is a lot of cooperation between Tianding Tower and Jianzong in the Ancient Territory."
Lin Yun nodded, not having much opinion on this.
He had already known that the world was not black and white. As long as they were not enemies of life and death, there was always a chance for cooperation.
As for the demonic warriors, Lin Yun had no opinion.
The so-called demon warriors are just people who practice demonic martial arts. They are not all evil people who care about human life. Martial arts can be divided into good and evil, but they are never good or bad. It depends on the individual who practices martial arts.
"You can go now, Tianhuang City is quite lively now."
An Liuyan blinked and said.
"Not interested."
Lin Yun shook his head. The ancient battlefield was about to open in the near future. Time was very tight and he didn't want to waste time.
Taking out the paper and ink in the room, Lin Yun began to practice calligraphy, mastering the ninth sword of the Nine Swords of Xiaoyao, and always suppressing the confidence of the ancient golden generation.
According to what Senior Brother Gu Ruochen said, the top three in the Xuantian Sect's internal rankings all have the strength to kill those at the fifth level of Dragon Vein. They can also retreat calmly against those at the sixth level of Dragon Vein.
This is an extremely exaggerated strength, and he is worthy of being a golden monster trained by Tian Xuanzi himself.
"Then I'll grind the ink for you."
An Liuyan did not argue or quarrel, he smiled and said obediently.
Lin Yun couldn't refuse, so she could only let her study the ink beside him. Anyway, she could trust the other party and was not afraid that the other party would see her Nine Swords of Freedom.
The mysterious wilderness of heaven and earth, wind, fire, thunder and ice!
There are thirty-six strokes in the sky and eighteen strokes in the earth... Lin Yun wrote every word very slowly, injecting his heavenly sword intention into each word.
By the time he finished writing the eight words, his sword power was exhausted. Lin Yun was dizzy and felt extremely empty.
But for Xiaoyao's Ninth Sword, it's still like seeing flowers in the mist and watching the moon in the water.
He was not in a hurry, and sat cross-legged on the spot, running the Dragon and Phoenix World-Destroying Sword Manual to restore his true energy and the consumed sword intent.
Wait until your energy, energy, and sword intent are restored, and then continue to try, and start over and over again.
The process is boring and boring, and it is difficult for ordinary people to persevere. An Liuyan looked at it with stars in his eyes, and felt that his head was extremely heavy.
How did he persist?
An Liuyan was secretly surprised. She saw Lin Yun sitting weakly on the ground again, with sweat on his forehead. She quickly picked up a fan to fan him.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Lin Yun opened his eyes.
Seeing An Liuyan holding up his fan and fanning it up and down, he smiled and said, "What are you doing?"
"Seeing that you are working so hard, I want to give you a fan. It's better than doing nothing." An Liuyan explained.
puff!
Lin Yun couldn't help laughing and shook his head.
"why are you laughing……"
An Liuyan's face turned red. Even though he was wearing men's clothes, he looked very soft and graceful.
Of course, Lin Yun was amused. How could such a sacred weapon with ten thousand patterns come to fan him? The original owner of this fan must not have thought of it.
But he couldn't talk to An Liuyan in detail, so he smiled and said, "I'm fine."
"But does this make sense? I see you have been repeating it for a long time." An Liuyan couldn't help but said.
"Meaningful."
Lin Yundao: "Even if I can't write the ninth word, every time I write, my sword intention will become much better. I have just been promoted to the fifth grade sword intention. This can be regarded as a kind of practice and it is of great help to me."
"But... wait, fifth-grade sword intent?!!"
An Liuyan said in shock.
"Keep your voice down."
Lin Yun gestured to her.
An Liuyan quickly covered his mouth and looked at Lin Yun up and down, his eyes full of incredible sounds.
"But I still have some doubts. Is there really a ninth character?"
"Of course there is, my master wrote it down."
"But... that's Yaoguang Sword Saint."
When Lin Yun heard this, he stepped forward and took the pen, and continued to try. He rolled up his sleeves with the brush and said: "Apprentices must respect the master, and cannot think of comparing themselves to the master. This is what my master said, besides, the ninth
It’s not like I have no clue at all.”
When he said this, he looked at An Liuyan and said, "If you were to use one word to express the endless sorrow and loneliness after being extremely free, what word should you use?"
An Liuyan opened his mouth to speak, but after thinking about it, his brows gradually wrinkled.
After a while, he said: "If it were me, I might think of the word pain. The endless sorrow after being extremely free is still sorrow after all, and what is left can only be endless pain."
"pain."
Lin Yun murmured to himself and pondered: "What I have always thought of before is emptiness or nothingness, the endless sadness after being completely free. I should see through the mortal world and everything is empty."
"No no no."
An Liuyan corrected: "I think everyone is different. Maybe some people think of the word death and simply don't want to live anymore!"
Lin Yun was startled when he heard this, his writing stopped completely, and he was completely stunned.
Everyone thinks differently!
That’s it, that’s it!
No wonder the master stopped writing at the beginning. It was not that he did not want to teach, it was not that everyone saw the ninth sword differently.
If you really didn’t want to teach, Master wouldn’t stop writing in the middle of writing, let alone waste your lifespan and prolong the passage of time from the beginning.
How could he not teach him the Ninth Sword after spending such a huge price? It makes no sense at all.
I must have been halfway through writing when I suddenly woke up and stopped writing.
An Liuyan's words awakened the dreamer!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Lin Yun burst out laughing while writing, feeling suddenly enlightened and all the gloom swept away in an instant.
"Master Lin, why are you here?" An Liuyan asked in surprise.
"You helped me a lot!"
Lin Yun woke up with a start and said in a deep voice: "You are right, everyone is different, so for this ninth word, I don't have to figure out other people's thoughts. I just need to follow my own thoughts!"
"So, what is Mr. Lin's ninth character?"
"kill!"
Lin Yun did not hesitate, and wrote a murder on the paper that looked like it was stained with blood, with endless edge and chill, and a majestic murderous intention that was so fierce that people dared not look directly at it.
kill!!
The Ninth Sword was created after Emperor Nan lost his lover.
There is nothing in the world, and it is difficult for oneself to be free again.
For Lin Yun, Jian Zong is his love. If Jian Zong is destroyed, except for the word "kill", he can't think of a second word.
Just kill him and make all the damned people pay the price.
After the word "kill" was written, all the other white papers in the room floated up, and each word burst out with a dazzling sword light.
The words inside seemed to come alive, turning into torrents that converged into the word "kill", and then escaped into Lin Yun within the body.
boom!
Lin Yun's mind suddenly exploded like a buzzing sound, and his ninth sword was completely formed.
Once he had an epiphany, the ninth sword of Xiaoyao that troubled Lin Yun was broken.
After a long time, Lin Yun opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Succeeded."
"Congratulations."
An Liuyan said happily, his eyes narrowed slightly, like crescent moons.
…
Time passed, and as the atmosphere in Tianhuang City continued to be heated, the day for the opening of the Ancient Battlefield finally came.
Three days later.
When the rising sun tore through the last ray of darkness, the entire Tianhuang City became completely agitated, and figures shot through the sky like arrows from a string.
The densely packed figures were like an overwhelming crowd of crows, rushing towards the location of the ancient battlefield.
Thousands of miles east of Tianhuang City!
The land here has long turned into a terrifying blood-black color, as if the blood had settled to the extreme and turned into a black color that could never be dispersed.
There is an aura that makes one's soul feel uneasy, released from the black earth.
This is the ancient battlefield!
The ancient battlefield has long been shrouded in a terrifying formation. It is said that this formation was set up by many top experts during the dark and turbulent period.
For a long time, this area was inaccessible.
However, no matter how powerful the formation is, with the erosion of time, there will always be slight fluctuations, thus creating loopholes that can enter it.
This is an endless and vast black wasteland. The space at the end of the wasteland is distorted and turns into a terrifying whirlpool that separates the heaven and the earth.
At this moment, in front of the whirlpool, the overwhelming figures were falling like raindrops.
Whoosh!
The disciples of the Sword Sect, led by Chen Lei and Makuan, appeared thousands of meters away from the whirlpool.
"What a big scene."
Lin Yun and others were hanging in the air, and when they saw the magnificent scene in front of them, they couldn't help but admire it.
Above the wasteland, there is an endless sea of people. Looking back, almost all of them are leaders of the Dragon Vein Realm. It can be said that all the Dragon Vein Realm leaders under the age of thirty in the entire Wild Ancient Region have arrived, and even many sects and sects from outside the region have arrived.
Demonic forces are also involved.
Lin Yun's gaze passed through the crowds and landed on a group of striking-looking figures.
The group of people were wearing turquoise robes, and their auras were as pure as pure green gems in the world.
"Those are people from Jade Villa. The leader is the best golden demon in Jade Villa, known as Jade Master Chen Tao. It is said that his strength has reached the peak of the fourth level of dragon vein realm, and the Wuxiang Sacred Code of Jade Villa has been cultivated to the third level.
The realm of the nine-level glazed treasure body is said to be invulnerable to water and fire, and invulnerable to sword damage. Not only that, his attacks are extremely weird and can assimilate a person's dragon essence into emerald!"
Mu Xueqin said to Lin Yun on the side.
"Glazed treasure body?"
Lin Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering whether this formless treasure body was stronger or weaker than his Canglong holy body.
"Don't underestimate me. Senior brother has suffered losses in his hands. Even Shenxiao's sword spirit cannot break through his formless treasure body." Mu Xueqin seemed to see what he was thinking, and said: "Not to mention his cultivation level.
It’s still so high, let’s leave it to Senior Brother Gu to deal with it. I’ll tell you secretly that Senior Brother Gu has already cultivated the Chixiao Sword Technique to the ninth level of peak!”
So strong?
Lin Yun glanced at Gu Ruochen, he was really scary.
Strictly speaking, the Chixiao Sword Art is not weaker than the Shenxiao Sword Art, and is even much more domineering in terms of offensive attack alone.
Gu Ruochen was able to practice the Chixiao Sword Technique practiced by the headmaster Mu Xuankong to the ninth level, which was indeed beyond his expectation.
His own Shenxiao Sword Technique has only reached the fifth level. Of course... one of the reasons for this is that he has only been introduced to it for a short time, and the other is that the power of the Netherworld is really hard to find.
If you can't find enough Netherworld power, it will be difficult to improve the Shenxiao Sword Technique by relying on your understanding.
"People from Shengyin Pavilion and Xuangu have also arrived."
Mu Xueqin's eyes lit up. These two factions had good relations with the Sword Sect, which could be a big help in the ancient battlefield.
