Looking at the green lotus petal on the lotus platform, Lin Yun was thoughtful, and after thinking about it, he reached out to grab it.
Unexpectedly, he caught it all, and when he was shocked, the palace in front of him disappeared without a trace like a dream.
Everything disappears.
In front of his eyes, a picture suddenly appeared. He seemed to have traveled through time and space and was in a vast and boundless battle.
But everything has nothing to do with him, and he can only watch from an outsider's perspective.
In the grand sect, there were fierce battles everywhere, and amid the shouts and roars, the disciples of the sect died tragically one by one.
But this group of people refused to give up and stood guard in front of a towering palace.
The palace looked familiar, and Lin Yun's eyes lit up. This palace was obviously the Black Lotus Palace.
The sky was broken like cloth, dark clouds were thick, and blood gathered into rivers. There were numerous bodies and bones in the ruined buildings, and they died tragically among them.
But a group of people are guarding the Black Lotus Palace. This is the inheritance of the sect, and it is an inheritance that must be protected throughout their lives, regardless of life.
Even Lin Yun, an outsider, was moved by it and wished he could be among them and kill the enemy with his sword.
But he couldn't do it, he could only watch helplessly, watching each of the sect disciples die with their swords broken.
Finally, only one person was left standing in front of the Black Lotus Palace.
But what awaits him is also death...
Black figures, filled with demonic aura, stepped forward, ruthlessly piercing their bodies with the sharp blades in their hands.
But just when he was about to die, he suddenly raised his head and knocked back the black demonic figure with a sword.
"My sword, the glory lasts forever!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he struck out with the last sword of his life, killing all the demons who had retreated.
Then it turned into a vast blue sword light, covering the entire Black Lotus Palace.
The moment he raised his head, Lin Yun saw clearly that his appearance was exactly the same as that of the man in white guarding the gate on the ninth floor of the palace.
The picture gradually blurred, and there were many demonic shadows, but there was nothing that could be done about the palace shrouded in cyan sword light.
Until the picture disappeared completely, Lin Yun was still a little confused.
After a long time, he woke up from a dream.
Looking around, the tenth floor of the palace was empty and desolate, with nothing. There was no palace, no river, and he was the only one standing there alone.
If not, during the battle, he understood the secret of Yun Wuchang Shi and mastered the last move of Shuiyue Sword Technique.
Even if there is even the slightest trace, it will not exist, and all kinds of people will doubt whether it really existed.
But on the tenth floor of the treasure hall, there is nothing after all. There are no clouds and no rain, only a sentence left by a man many, many years ago.
My sword, the glory lasts forever.
"A sword is like a dream."
Lin Yun felt lost, and whispered to himself softly, a little sad.
He now fully understands why the other palaces in the Demon Lotus Secret Realm were destroyed. Only this Black Lotus Palace survives. This is the inheritance that a group of people used their lives to protect, so that future generations can learn from it.
Benefit.
The inheritance is immortal and the glory lasts forever.
The man in black and the man in white are both the same man back then, the cloud is a dream that will remain unforgettable until death, and the rain is the fault left by a life of joys and sorrows.
"It's time to go."
There are no treasures or legends on the tenth floor of the treasure palace.
But Lin Yun gained a lot, without any regrets, and brought the most perfect conclusion to his experience in the Magic Lotus Secret Realm.
The wasteland of silence.
The elders and disciples of the major sects in the Great Qin Empire all stared at the black lotus in the center of the formation, looking quite nervous.
Logically speaking, this secret realm should have been closed long ago.
But the Black Lotus is still there now, which can only mean that Lin Yun is still alive on the tenth floor of the palace.
The longer it lasts, the greater the chance that Lin Yun will pass the tenth level test.
The core disciples of each sect all looked a little complicated.
Climbing to the tenth floor is already so far away that it has become a legend. Is it possible that today we really have to witness the legend?
In the camp of Magic Moon Villa, Shui Wuhen was recovering from his injuries, his face was expressionless and he said nothing.
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, he opened his palms and caught snowflakes in mid-air.
"Is it snowing?"
Looking at the crystal white and cold snowflakes in the palm of his hand, Shui Wuhen's eyes flashed with a strange light.
"What the hell? It's hot all year round in this deserted wasteland. Even a drop of water can't fall. Why is it snowing for no reason?"
"What a weird thing."
All the major sects in the wasteland were confused by the sudden heavy snow.
Only some older people looked a little excited.
"The legend seems to be true. As long as someone passes the tenth level test, heavy snow will cover the entire Wasteland of Desolation."
"So, Lin Yun passed the test?"
"You can't be wrong. Visions cannot happen out of thin air. Lingxiao Jiange really made a lot of money this time. I don't know what treasures there will be in the tenth floor."
At first, the snowflakes were still sparse, but after a while, the snow became heavier and heavier.
After a while, the entire wasteland of silence was covered with a thick layer.
Along with the heavy snow, the entire deserted wasteland gradually began to boil.
Today, they all witnessed a legend with their own eyes.
Next time, there will be snow again in this deserted wasteland, but I don’t know when it will be.
One hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years?
"Come out!"
At this moment, a ray of light flashed in the formation, and Lin Yun, who crushed the jade slip, appeared in everyone's field of vision.
Countless gazes fell on Lin Yun at the same time through the flying snow.
Shui Wuhen of Moyue Villa also fell on Lin Yun, with doubts flashing in his eyes.
He could sense that Lin Yun's cultivation and sword intent had not changed much from before he climbed to the tenth floor. However, there was an indescribable temperament about him.
Lin Yun, who was obviously lower in cultivation than him, was completely unable to see through him.
What on earth did he experience in the tenth floor?
"Little junior brother!"
Lin Yun, who was still wondering whether he had been transported to the wrong place in front of him, was relieved when he heard a few familiar calls.
His body flashed, and in a few breaths, he arrived at the Jiange camp.
"Junior brother, you finally came out. I miss you so much."
Xinyan's eyes were slightly narrowed, and her pretty face was exposed in the ice and snow, showing a delicate red color that made her even more charming.
"Junior brother, you have created a legend!"
Tang Tong was so excited that he was a little incoherent. After seeing Lin Yun, he hurried over.
There was a burst of joy all over the sword pavilion.
Legend?
The tenth floor of the treasure palace was just a dream. Seeing everyone's happy expressions, Lin Yun smiled and remained noncommittal.
Luo Feng and Xin Jue came quickly with a group of elders and said with a smile: "Lin Yun, are you okay with your injury?"
Fighting all the way up to the tenth floor of the palace, injuries are inevitable.
However, when Lin Yun touched the green lotus, his injuries healed at the same time.
"Thank you for your concern, elder. It's almost done. It's basically no problem."
Lin Yun responded truthfully.
"It's okay."
Luo Feng stroked his beard and said with a smile.
After a pause, Elder Luo Feng thought of something, and his face slightly
He stood up solemnly and said in a deep voice: "Lin Yun, Shui Wuhen and Jing Jue, were you all injured?"
"I was injured."
On the ninth floor of the treasure palace, the two men almost forced him to a desperate situation. Fortunately, he had refined a Qiankun Yinyang Pill in advance.
Let the cultivation level be promoted to the ninth level of Xuanwu, otherwise it would be really hard to say.
Facing Elder Luo's question, Lin Yun did not evade. He believed that the sect's fault was his.
The faces of Luo Feng and the elder behind him changed slightly, and deep surprise flashed in their eyes.
"Bai Yue of the Demon Flame Sect was also defeated by you?"
"Um."
"You killed the three core disciples of Hunyuan Sect, Zhang Yan, Zhao Quan, and Xiao Ming?"
"Kill them as soon as you see them."
hiss!
Lin Yun's straightforward words made everyone take a breath of air, and their eyes as they looked at him quietly changed slightly.
Lin Yun answered so many surprising things so casually.
After a long time, Luo Feng smiled bitterly and said: "I finally know why the Pavilion Master named you to enter the Magic Lotus Secret Realm..."
At this moment, he felt happy and worried at the same time.
Fortunately, Lin Yun has grown so fast. In three years' time, he will definitely shine in the Dragon Gate Competition. No one can stop him and he will be known as the winning young master.
Even if I dare to think a little more, I may not have a chance to give it a try in the Dragon Gate competition at the end of the year.
What worries me is that I have offended so many sects, especially those evil cultivators who are wandering outside the empire, and I am afraid it will be difficult to do good.
Right now, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is attracting all the attention and is at the forefront of the storm.
If something really happened, other sects might not be able to help.
"Lin Yun, have all the core disciples of my sect died in your hands?"
At this moment, a group of elders and disciples from the Hunyuan Sect, led by Wen Yanbo, rushed over aggressively.
Wen Yanbo was filled with anger.
The three core disciples all fell into the Demon Lotus Secret Realm, and they all died at the hands of Lin Yun.
For the Hunyuan Sect, not only did they suffer heavy losses, but they also lost face.
He was already furious. When he saw Lin Yun appear, he immediately came to charge him.
"My Blood and Bone Sect, Mu Xiuhan, was blocked from the palace by the disciples of your sect. I also want to ask for advice. Why is your sect so unkind to my Blood and Bone Sect?"
A group of people from the Blood and Bone Sect surrounded Mu Xiuhan with a gloomy face and walked over step by step.
"We, the Demon Flame Sect, are not easy to mess with. Lin Yun, do you dare to admit that you injured Bai Yue and took away a Qiankun Yin Yang Pill from him?"
Another group of people, filled with evil spirits, approached the Jiange camp.
In an instant, people from the three major sects arrived in great numbers and blocked the Jiange camp.
In the Nirvana Wasteland, the other sects were all in an uproar.
But the look in his eyes didn't reveal much surprise.
No matter how many reasons there are, they are just two words, profit. If Jiange steps back and spits out some treasures, the seemingly dangerous situation will be solved soon.
But if you don't give in, a big battle will inevitably happen.
After all, in the world of warriors, strength speaks for itself, and the weak eat the strong. This has been the case since ancient times.
"The people from Qijue Fort are also moving!"
The scene of the three major sects calling out troops at the same time was shocking enough, but they didn't expect that another one would take action.
No one in Qijue Fort said a word, but their faces were uglier than anyone else's.
Lin Yun had robbed Jing Jue's entire storage bag, and there was even an ancient weapon in it.
Luo Feng sighed in his heart, what was supposed to come finally came.
The four sects joined forces to approach, and the situation in Jiange suddenly became quite passive.
