Seven hundred and thirtieth chapters retreat in the mountains
Chapter 736
The best in the world do not seek immortality; they only pursue their dreams and die without regrets!
Lin Yun said goodbye to the people in Luoshui and walked outside the city. But as he walked, he still couldn't forget the big world that the young master told him.
Especially the last sentence, which has been swirling in his mind, and even the sound of flowing wine is still echoing in his ears.
I really can't forget the solemnity with which Mr. Liu Shang mentioned that world, as well as his figure with flying eyebrows. At that moment, the other man's demeanor left a great shock in Lin Yun's heart.
Compared with Liu Shang, compared with the world where Liu Shang lives, what does the Qixiu of Tianling mean? What does Qing Ruoyou, who is half a step into Tianso, mean?
There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world.
The world's boldness and ambition make people overflowing with pride. They don't seek immortality, but only pursue their dreams.
If it were me, what would my swordsmanship and my heart for the sword seek?
He has the desire to catch up with Su Ziyao, he has the obsession to protect her, he has the pride to compete with the world's best, and he also has the ambition to make Burial Flower famous all over the world... But everything seems to be inferior to these eight
words.
In a daze, Lin Yun seemed to be in a daze, walking like this in a trance.
When he walked to the main road in the city, countless people recognized him, their expressions changed slightly, and their eyes flashed with strange light.
Nowadays, the name of Young Master Burian is well-known throughout Tianling City. Who doesn't know that he killed every one of Tianling's Qixiu like melons and vegetables with one sword?
The ending of that incident was even more legendary. An outrageously beautiful woman slapped Qing Ruoyou into a pig's head.
With just a few words, the elders of Ziyue Cave Sky were so frightened that they did not dare to act rashly and could only flee in disgrace.
The shock can't be described in words, and I don't even dare to say it. Who in Leizhou dares to offend Ziyue Dongtian?
If you say so, you are seeking death!
Some people mustered up the courage to step forward and say hello to Lin Yun, but Lin Yun was so immersed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice at all, making others embarrassed.
Gradually, some people saw some clues, and murderous intent flashed in their eyes, but in an instant they didn't dare to think too much.
This is a being that even Ziyue Cave Heaven wouldn't dare to kill. Who dares to touch him?
In the eyes of everyone, Lin Yun left Tianling City in such a "demented manner" and walked far away, finally disappearing from everyone's eyes.
But Lin Yun, who was immersed in his own world, forgot everything and felt happier than ever before.
He was thinking about his swordsmanship, and he was recalling his martial arts experiences, all kinds of things. During such contemplation, his temperament became more and more agile, but he still didn't know it.
He even left the territory of Tianling City and walked into a certain high mountain at will without knowing it at all.
Suddenly one day, Lin Yun woke up suddenly. A bright light burst out from his eyes. His eyes were shining, and his dark eyes made people feel particularly bright.
It seems to be able to illuminate all the darkness in the world, just like the sword in his hand can cut through all things.
Not seeking immortality, just pursuing dreams?
Then the sword in my hand only cares about the present, not the next life, pierces the sky and breaks through the nine heavens!
This was a feeling of pride, even a bit false, and looked like a big talk to others. But Lin Yun was filled with joy in his heart. His unremitting pursuit of the sword now had a real soul and life.
"What is this place?"
Lin Yun woke up from his dream and looked around, but he saw an unfamiliar scene.
This is a mountain, but its spiritual energy is not very abundant, at least compared to the Tianling Mountains
The difference is more than one and a half stars.
But standing here, Lin Yun's mood was unprecedentedly comfortable and peaceful, with a sense of ease that everything was empty, as if he had thrown away a lot of baggage, like a new wanderer.
"Liu Sheng is right. Talking too much is really not good for me. If I am not smart enough and always think about that great world, I will fall into the devil and miss the path of practice. Fortunately, I have figured it out. Now everything is okay.
Sora, this feels so good."
Lin Yun therefore sat in a pile of rubble with a faint smile on his face.
"The Feast of Dragons is only three months away. I have to take a good retreat. The gains from the battle at Luoshui Mountain in Tianling City have not yet been fully digested."
Lin Yun's eyes flickered. That battle brought out the evil in his heart and gave him a deeper understanding of "Qi".
Swordsmen, what they practice is this breath. This breath is held in their hearts. You can suffer, you can be tired, you can be wronged, but you cannot be humiliated.
His fight with Tianling Qixiu was not only to hone his combat experience, but also to nourish his energy. He nourished his energy through fighting, and nourished his energy through killing.
This energy is invisible, but it exists solidly. My innate sword intent has been unable to advance for a long time, which may be related to this.
Many thoughts flashed through Lin Yun's mind, from Qi to sword intent, and then to what he had learned. The Nine Transformations of Canglong is the divine body refining technique. Lin Yun has reached the fourth level of peak cultivation, and his physical body is as strong as a savage beast.
Such a terrifying body and that ocean-like energy and blood were his biggest assets that supported him in killing seven people in a row.
Otherwise, no matter how good his swordsmanship was, he would never have been able to fight so many times in a row.
As for the Purple Kite Sword Technique, it is a legendary technique from the golden age of ancient times. It is as good as Canglong's Nine Transformations, or even more impressive. He has now reached the eleventh level of cultivation, and his condensed true energy contains the terrifying Purple Kite Sword.
Jin. The quality of his true energy is terrifyingly high. Let alone the great achievement of Yin-Yang Realm, even if he is at the peak of Yin-Yang Realm, the quality of his true essence may not be comparable to his own.
But all this is not enough.
Compared with beings of Qing Ruoyou's level, there is a slight gap, and the chance of winning is at most 40%.
"It's useless to think too much. I'll digest this gain first."
After getting rid of many distracting thoughts in his mind, Lin Yun took out several fourth-grade spiritual jade, held it in his palm, and slowly closed his eyes.
Time passed by, and in this barren mountain, three days passed in the blink of an eye.
When Lin Yun opened his eyes, a sharp light flashed through his eyes, with an unbridled edge.
"Sure enough, progress can be made very quickly during the battle. With this move from Tianling City, my cultivation has been completely stabilized at the peak of Yin-Yang Realm Xiaocheng."
In just three days, Lin Yun had completely stabilized his cultivation, but he was still far away from achieving the Yin-Yang realm.
After all, it had only been less than a month since he had been promoted to the Yin-Yang Realm. Such progress could already be said to be extremely rapid.
"I can't make any progress for the time being, but I can practice the Purple Kite Sword Technique, and I can just work hard to reach the peak of the eleventh level."
Lin Yun has tens of thousands of fourth-grade spiritual jades in his hands, and the resources are enough to fill an entire sect.
Ziyuan Sword Art has only been promoted to the eleventh level. With this resource, it is completely enough to reach a higher level, and it may not even be able to reach the twelfth level.
With determination flashing in his eyes, Lin Yun took out piles of spiritual jade and placed them around him.
After working like this for a while, he placed nearly 20,000 fourth-grade spiritual jades around him. The rich spiritual energy made the barren mountain look like a spiritual vein was born.
"That should be enough."
Lin Yun whispered to himself and sat down again.
boom!
When the sword formula was activated, a silver purple kite bloomed on the ground, shining brightly and continuously.
It refines the rich spiritual energy in the fourth-grade spiritual jade.
The Ziyuan Sword Jue circulates continuously along the meridians. The majestic spiritual energy in Zifu does not circulate for a whole day, and some impurities will be squeezed out.
His true essence is constantly condensing, but under the turbulent nourishment of spiritual energy from all directions, the Purple Kite Sword Strength flowing in his meridians becomes stronger and stronger. It has not become thinner due to excessive condensation. This is entirely due to astronomical figures.
The spiritual jade is accumulated.
During this kind of practice, the fourth-grade spiritual jade accumulated around him gradually lost its luster.
His Purple Kite Sword Technique slowly improved in such a boring situation, constantly approaching the peak of the eleventh level.
Another ten days have passed.
In the barren mountains, a young man wearing ordinary blue clothes was walking on the mountain road. He was carrying a package on his back, and the package contained a lot of monster materials.
From this alone, it can be seen that this young man has a humble background and the storage bag space on his body is very small.
So much so that he had to use packages to contain some demonic beast materials. In fact, his cultivation level was only at the third level of Xuanwu.
"To practice as a warrior, you still have to go out to practice. I gained a lot from this trip. When I go back and hand over these materials, I should be able to exchange them for a few third-grade elixirs, which is enough for me to reach the fourth level of Xuanwu!"
After counting what he got, Lan Yi's eyes showed excitement.
His name is Luo Han, and he is an inner disciple of a nearby sect. He is considered to be extremely talented among the sects.
He broke through to the third level of Xuanwu at only twenty years old. If he works harder, he has great hope of being promoted to a core disciple.
"It's strange how the spiritual energy in front of us is so strong and terrifying!"
Luo Han stopped what he was doing and put the package on his back again. At the end of his sight, there were sharp lights flashing from time to time, and majestic spiritual energy floated in front of him from a distance, and it was still strong and terrifying.
I am afraid that the spiritual energy of the main peak where my sect is located is no more than this, or even much inferior.
Clang!
At this moment, he heard another crisp cry, like a divine voice. For a moment, he was greatly shocked. The sound sounded like the legendary sound of the phoenix.
boom!
Another ball of majestic fire light rose into the sky like the morning sun and disappeared into the sky. In the endless fire light, the outline of a divine bird was vaguely visible, flying into the distant sky.
"What did I see..."
Luo Han's heart started to beat wildly. He felt that he had encountered an adventure. A magical bird had just flown away in that place.
Take a look!
Completely unable to control the excitement in his heart, Luo Han summoned up great courage and ran towards the end of his field of vision.
Half an hour later, he was getting closer to that area, and the residual spiritual energy was so strong that his pores opened involuntarily, and his whole body felt so smooth.
But when he completely stepped into that area, he was so scared that he didn't dare to take a step away.
He saw a scene that he could never imagine in his life. As far as he could see, there were exhausted fourth-grade jade, piled up like a mountain.
Among the vast number of fourth-grade spiritual jades, there was a man in green who was carrying a sword box and facing away from him.
When the man in Tsing Yi turned around, a surge of momentum burst out, and the mountains of discarded spiritual jade were immediately annihilated in ashes.
The man's gaze was as sharp as a sword, flashing with an icy cold light, piercing the void and falling on him.
For a moment, Luo Han was so frightened that it was difficult to speak: "Senior...senior...senior..."
Seeing that he was about to kneel down, Lin Yun dissipated his momentum, but doubts flashed in his eyes, and he whispered to himself: "Are there warriors coming to practice in such a barren mountain?"
