In the ancient battlefield, Lin Huang was still practicing.
In this ancient battlefield of barbaric death, he no longer knew how much time had passed.
Maybe time is ruthless.
Lin Huang's appearance has changed from a young man to a middle-aged man. He has become dull and unsmiling... I'm afraid he can't even speak anymore.
However, looking from the void, there is only a forest wilderness in the ancient battlefield.
three.
Ten.
Hundreds.
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Countless Linhuangs in white clothes were walking on the vast ancient battlefield, seemingly aimlessly. However, the appearance of each Linhuang's body was changing rapidly.
From middle-aged to a stooped old man.
Then from old age, the body becomes old and young again.
There is also a forest man sitting cross-legged on the yellow sand, his body has been buried in the soil, but he has not died. It seems that if the heaven and earth are not destroyed, he will not die.
Such an incident left a few people outside the ancient battlefield dumbfounded. They thought that earth-shaking changes had taken place in the ancient battlefield, and that was why thousands of phantoms appeared in the forest wasteland.
"Hey... so what can the genius of this generation do? Even if he kills Yao Yefeng, Emperor Hunsheng and others, he still cannot compete with the power of the ancient battlefield. In the end, he will be buried in a pile of loess and will never be known to the world!"
Someone sighed.
"It's a pity. I thought before that he had great luck and that in time he would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the truly proud emperors of the four ancient tribes. But now it seems that it will be difficult for him to reach the sky!"
"From this point of view, Lin Huang would have died on this ancient battlefield without the help of the four ancient tribes. It is really a pity to think about it!"
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However, within half a day, everyone discovered that countless forest wastelands on Taiji's battlefield had disappeared, and there was only one forest wasteland again.
And that Lin Huang also returned to his original youthful appearance.
From the light curtain, one could not see how strong Lin Huang's aura was, but one could feel that the slightly youthful and bold face was unknowingly stained with a hint of desolation of the years.
Later, Lin Huang sat up in the ancient battlefield, with the jade slip that Xiao Yishan had given him suspended in front of him.
The jade slips recorded Xiao Yishan's life battles.
Lin Huang also believed that in that jade slip, there was what Xiao Yishan said outside the snow lu... the Holy Body of Moko!
Cut off from the God of Death with one sword.
Then to the snow falling world.
Cross Yama.
Three cuts in the nasal passage.
Heaven's Ultimate God Slash.
The Seven Ultimate Slaughters of the World.
Lin Huang practiced again in the ancient battlefield for who knows how many years. He believed that even Qin Changsheng's understanding of these moves might not be better than his.
He spent countless hours walking around the eighteenth floor of the Xuan Kong Flying Star, looking at the countless traces of vicissitudes of time inside, and finally returned to the Taiji battlefield, realizing that the three thousand worlds have the same lifespan as heaven and earth.
Even if it's just a soul body.
But Lin Huang has already understood clearly that the day he leaves the ancient battlefield will be the day when he becomes the Martial Emperor!
And these are not enough!
He couldn't help but want to integrate what Qin Changsheng had learned in his life. He also wanted to understand what Xiao Yishan left to him. He wanted to understand the Holy Body of Moko!
Unfortunately, the jade slips left by Xiao Yishan did not contain records similar to Qin Changsheng's notes. This made Lin Huang unable to understand Xiao Yishan's life.
He also couldn't quickly comprehend Xiao Yishan's martial arts.
He could only watch Xiao Yishan's life's battles over and over again.
There is a man who comes out of the mountain at a young age and experiences failure for the first time, like a dog that has lost its home.
There is someone as crazy as a demon, killing everyone!
There is a snap of the finger to kill, a sword to disturb the sea.
There are thousands of armies among them, and one person is walking alone, but countless demons show fear on their faces.
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On the Taiji battlefield, Lin Huang imitated Xiao Yishan's movements in a decent manner, hoping to gain something.
Now, he has plenty of time.
You can learn slowly!
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In the ancient sword tomb, when the girl rose up with a sword, the whole world changed color.
Behind her, there were tens of thousands of swords in the sword tomb, forming a sea of swords that swept across the sky.
The woman tapped her toes, standing on the top of the sword sea, looking down at a corner below, looking at the drunken middle-aged man in white who was riding a donkey backwards, and said with a smile:
"Master, you can go out now!"
The drunken middle-aged man on the donkey didn't even raise his head. He just shook the empty wine bottle in his hand and said regretfully: "No more wine!"
With a wave of the girl's snow-white long sleeves, the monstrous sea of swords beneath her disappeared like wind and clouds, and instantly returned to the loess land of the Sword Tomb. And with a tap of her toes, the woman appeared in front of Li Taixuan, and took the little donkey in her hand.
He smiled lightly and said, "Let's drink when we go out!"
Li Taixuan rarely sat up, shook his head to make himself more awake, and then said with a smile: "Li Taixuan's disciples are more beautiful when they come out of the sword tomb! It's a bit outrageous to lead a donkey!"
"That's it..."
Lin Cangxue frowned slightly, with a hint of smile on her delicate snow-white face, and then she drew her sword and flew out of the sword mound like a giant in the sky and earth.
Behind him, Li Taixuan lay down again and let the little donkey slowly take him out.
It wasn't until he was about to leave that Li Taixuan opened his eyes again, forgetting to glance at the ancient battlefield behind him. With a rare hint of respect on his face, he threw the wine bottle in his hand and murmured softly:
"Junior Li Taixuan, I would like to thank all the ancestors for helping my disciple achieve enlightenment!"
As soon as the words fell, the empty wine bottle that was thrown into the air exploded instantly, and billows of wine were seen falling from the sky, spilling over the entire ancient sword tomb.
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Tianji Pavilion.
It is still in the attic of the ancient palace that is glittering with stars and shining with mystery.
Old Man Tianji was dressed in long clothes, and his body was dotted with the sun, moon and stars. He turned his back to all living beings and stared blankly at the starry formation in front of him.
In that big formation, there are a series of names hanging, hundreds or even thousands!
And at the top of the series of names, there are two shining big characters——
——Unparalleled!
When Lin Cangxue came out of the Ancient Sword Tomb, the Wushuang List shook slightly. A name that had never appeared on the Wushuang List was condensed from the formation, and then suddenly fell on the Wushuang List.
Lin Cangxue!
Unparalleled list, list seven.
Old Man Tianji looked at the names that suddenly appeared on the unparalleled list, his expression did not change at all, only an extremely hoarse voice slowly sounded in the attic:
"In this world, there is now another female martial arts saint who is expected to aspire to the pinnacle of swordsmanship!"
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Outside the Ancient Sword Tomb.
When Lin Cangxue rushed out of the sword tomb like a giant from the sky and the earth, and could not move forward more than a few hundred miles...
She suddenly stopped.
The sword in his hand began to tremble slightly!
Lin Cangxue frowned slightly, looking at the clouds and mist in front of her, with the long sword standing on her chest, her heroic posture and fierce fighting spirit. She... had already felt the terrifying aura ahead.
"Who?"
Lin Cangxue said coldly.
"I have been waiting for you outside the sword tomb for a long time... The long sword in your hand should be the Linzi Emperor Sword, and I feel its breath!"
A gentle voice sounded in the clouds and mist.
Just as the words fell, the clouds and mist began to steam, and in an instant, a snow-white young figure was revealed.
The man was white-clothed and had white hair, and he was as handsome as jade. His face was soft and seemed to be smiling, giving him an extremely friendly feeling. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not restrain the invisible sword intent around him.
The sword intent that made Lin Cangxue fearful.
Similarly, no matter how gentle the young man spoke, he could not conceal the nobility and innate majesty in his bones.
Looking ahead at the young man who seemed to be waiting for her to come out of the sword tomb, Lin Cangxue's eyes narrowed slightly, and then she looked at the long sword hidden in the young man's waist and covered by a snow-white cloak.
Unknowingly, Lin Cangxue tightened her grip on the Linzi Emperor Sword in her hand and said, "Bingzi Emperor Sword!"
The young man smiled slightly and answered Lin Cangxue's first question:
"Emperor Tian of the Xuantian Divine Clan has met Miss Cang Xue!"