A hundred feet away from the Holy Sky Tower, Lin Huang looked at the ninth floor of the tower, frowning slightly, looking a little confused.
On the ninth floor of the tower, there is a name.
But what remains on it are traces that have been erased.
"Who is that person walking out of the ninth floor?"
Lin Huang asked Jun Qingcheng.
Jun Qingcheng shook his head, "I'm not sure. The words engraved on the Shengtian Tower are difficult for others to erase except for me. But it is said that the owner of the name on the ninth floor will give the Qingtian Martial Arts to the Qingtian Martial Arts because he has committed a big taboo.
It brought great disaster to the government. Therefore, the Wu government once had to use all the elders to forcefully erase this name with great means."
Lin Huang's expression was slightly condensed, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Lu Donghuang, who was in the realm of martial saint, could only leave his name on the sixth floor. Nan Tangzhi on the seventh floor and Lin Taiqing on the eighth floor had no idea how powerful they were.
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And what a powerful person it must be to be able to leave a message on the ninth floor.
What kind of taboo did such a person commit that forced the Qingtian Martial Palace to forcefully erase the latter's name to prevent catastrophe?
After asking to no avail, Lin Huang no longer cared about the names on the ninth floor, but instead focused on the handwriting on the eighth floor.
The person who can walk out of the Holy Sky Tower alive is already rare.
And the words they left on the Holy Sky Tower naturally contain a mysterious atmosphere, and every stroke is full of mystery.
Or like sword energy filling the heaven and earth.
Or like a tyrannical sword cutting across eight desolates.
Some are like a crouching blue dragon or a roaring white tiger, making people deeply immersed in the martial arts power contained in the words.
Pei Xiufu guided Lin Huang here. Naturally, he did not want Lin Huang to visit here, but hoped that Lin Huang could understand something.
Afterwards, Lin Huang focused his eyes and carefully observed the words on the eighth floor of the Holy Sky Tower with the power of his soul.
The eighth layer was chosen not because, except for the erased writing on the ninth layer, the eighth layer had the highest text. It was because Lin Huang felt that the eighth layer of text gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
The charm in the words gave him a feeling of joy and immersion like a fish returning to the sea.
Gradually, Lin Huang began to fall into a mysterious state, which made Dejun Qingcheng slightly surprised.
The words contain power and profound meaning, which are known throughout the Qingtian Martial Palace. Many disciples in the Martial Palace also come to see these names in order to gain mysterious insights and thereby improve their realm.
But very few can truly succeed.
Even for her, it was the same, and it was difficult to understand the mystery. Jun Qingcheng was indeed a little surprised that Lin Huang could fall into such a mysterious state in such a fast time.
Suddenly, Lin Huang carried the terrifying pressure of the Holy Sky Tower and walked ten feet forward, which made Jun Qingcheng look askance.
In the Martial Mansion, any disciple is qualified to enter the Holy Sky Tower. But even so, those who can truly carry the terrifying pressure of the Holy Sky Tower and enter the Holy Sky Tower are already considered terrifying beings.
Even Wang Xiao, who is the most famous in the Wu Mansion and is the most likely to be the first to enter the Holy Sky Tower within three years, has only moved fifty feet away after observing here for a year.
Outside the Holy Sky Tower, Lin Huang had given up everything, and his body and mind fell into an ethereal state.
The words left by Lin Taiqing on the eighth floor were deeply engraved in my mind and evolved into countless mysterious auras.
The words themselves have no meaning.
But the charm in each stroke contains the secret of martial arts. This secret cannot be expressed verbally and can only be understood through perception.
The feeling of meditation.
Just like Lin Huang read Qin Changsheng's notes and killed the God of Death with one strike, and in an instant realized that snow is falling on the world.
At this moment, the words left by Lin Taiqing are just like the latter's experience. Each stroke reveals his life experience.
Each stroke is filled with the high spirits of youth, the arrogance and arrogance that dominates the world.
Outside the Shengtian Tower, Lin Huang felt the charm of the words and moved forward step by step.
Neither fast nor slow.
Jun Qingcheng, who was behind, was full of energy. Looking at Lin Huang's back, his eyes were filled with a strange light. In less than a quarter of an hour, Lin Huang had walked thirty feet without stopping.
After a while, Lin Huang's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Jun Qingcheng narrowed her eyes and saw Lin Huang's footsteps stopping sixty feet away from the Holy Sky Tower. His white robes were flying around him and his aura was rising rapidly.
A buzzing sound.
Jun Qingcheng only heard a faint buzzing sound in the void, and the aura of Linhuang was like the churning of the sea.
At that moment, Lin Huang's realm began to condense rapidly, and he rushed directly from the sixth heaven of Wuhou to the peak of the sixth heaven. With only one breath, he was able to break through the entrance and enter the seventh heaven.
At this moment, Wang Xiao, who had disappeared before, suddenly appeared.
The latter still looked a little lazy, but his eyes were fixed on Lin Huang, his fists clenched, and there was a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes.
Fifty feet is his current limit.
Lin Huang is now fifty feet away, only ten feet away.
Not far away, Situ Huang's tomb also appeared, frowning and staring at Lin Huang and the words on the Holy Sky Tower, eager to try, but helpless.
He has been here several times but found nothing.
Unexpectedly, Lin Huang realized something so quickly.
After stopping for a moment sixty feet away from the Holy Sky Tower, Lin Huang walked forward again, his aura becoming stronger with every step he took.
Just like when millions of armies are fighting against each other, every time the war drums are beaten, the fighting spirit between heaven and earth becomes a little higher.
But Lin Huang's state of mind at this moment was extremely calm. He was like a bystander, walking through someone else's life in just a few dozen steps.
Looking at the words left by Lin Taiqing on the Shengtian Pagoda, he seemed to see an ambitious young man who left his hometown and entered the world to practice Buddhism.
Not very powerful.
But his attitude of competing with the world is rarely matched by anyone.
The youthful spirit soars to heaven and earth.
He is like an invincible general in the world, with peerless splendor.
Lin Huang was immersed in his soul, his steps were steady and firm, and he approached the Holy Sky Tower step by step.
Behind Lin Huang, Wang Xiao and Situ Huangfen opened their eyes wide, looking a little shocked, while Jun Qingcheng's face was full of joy and pride, seeing Lin Huang getting closer and closer to the Holy Sky Tower.
"Where does this guy come from? He has traveled so far since he came here. It's completely unreasonable!"
Wang Xiao approached Jun Qingcheng and asked doubtfully and curiously.
Jun Qingcheng smiled and said nothing.
Situ Huangfen looked at Lin Huang's back, the fighting spirit in his eyes boiling more and more.
Under the gaze of the three people, Lin Huang walked forward slowly. Although he walked slower behind him, he did not show any signs of stagnation.
In the end, Lin Huang paused and stopped thirty feet away from the Holy Sky Tower.
Then Lin Huang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes as bright as lightning and full of fierce aura.
A mysterious aura rippled around him, like a tiger trapped in a cage for a long time, suddenly breaking free from the chains around him and flying into the sky.
There was a click.
Lin Huang shouted loudly and stood up as Marquis Wu - the seventh heaven!
At the same time, Lin Huang rolled up his long sleeves, stretched out his right hand plainly, carved a horizontal line in the void, and at the same time placed his hand on top of the horizontal line.
One horizontally and one vertically.
It is the vertical and horizontal way.
Two months ago, when he first arrived at the Wutong Courtyard, he almost had some insights while standing on the Wutong tree, but was interrupted by Song Changling.
The words left by Lin Taiqing when I met again today actually found a familiar feeling. Although he didn't have the vertical line yet, he understood the horizontal line.
One step of understanding, one step forward seventy feet.
And if he truly understands the way of vertical and horizontal, he can step into the Holy Sky Tower and enter the Treasure Mountain.
Lin Huang raised his head and looked at the Holy Sky Tower towering into the sky. The words left by Lin Taiqing once again appeared in his mind. He chewed on the meaning of half of the vertical and horizontal way and murmured softly:
"A true man should carry a three-foot sword and achieve unparalleled achievements!"