In the blink of an eye, there were three more muffled sounds. The intervals were very short. The sound did not seem to be loud, but it had an extraordinarily dull and penetrating feeling, which made people feel panicked for no reason.
Lin Yi jumped quickly and rushed up the hillside. Even though he was carrying a heavy deerskin bag, he was still agile and climbed up a big tree like an ape.
However, at this moment, a strong wind came and the trees shook violently.
Lin Yi reacted quickly and firmly grasped the nearby tree trunk to prevent him from falling.
In a dense forest at least five or six miles away from him, there were two blazing lights shining, traveling at extremely fast speeds.
Lin Yi was frightened for a while.
Those were clearly two sword lights, and they were flying swords.
"Boom!"
Another blow, the two flying swords struck each other, making another dull sound.
Lin Yi felt awe-struck in his heart. He saw that many of the trees in the mountain forest were shattered in an instant, and the strong wind swept out like a tornado. Many broken branches were scattered outside like rain with the strong wind, even in the dark night.
See.
Flying swords are light and agile things, but when the two strike each other, they make such a sound and such amazing power that even from a distance, you can feel the terror.
"Divine Mind Realm!"
Lin Yi's breathing has stopped. This is definitely not just a practitioner in the Chengtian realm, at least he has reached the Divine Mind realm!
Only practitioners who have reached the realm of spiritual thoughts, whose true energy is condensed like clumsy rocks, can make such a sound when they collide with each other, and can have such terrifying power.
There are very few people in the world who can sense Qi and become practitioners. Most of them need eight to ten years to go from the Huangya realm to the Ming Palace realm, and more than twenty years from the Ming Palace realm to the Ruyi realm.
When we reach the Chengtian realm, the time will not be doubled.
Therefore, the vast majority of practitioners in the world have already reached the Heaven-bearing Realm and have no time to break through to the Divine Mind Realm.
The number of people with divine thoughts, saints, wonderful truths, and divine deceptions above the sky is extremely rare.
Even his father, Lin Wangbei, had only reached the intermediate level of Chengtian when he was granted the title of General of Chariots and Cavalry. Among the 70,000 border troops under his command, there were only two spiritual cultivators serving him.
Later, when the old dynasty died and the new dynasty was replaced, his father had just reached the realm of spiritual thoughts.
Most of the disciples of Nantianyuan are already geniuses who have made extremely fast progress in cultivation, but they only reached the Chengtian realm in their middle years.
In the world of practitioners, according to the custom throughout the ages, practitioners who have reached the holy realm are called "lesser saints", and those who have reached the wonderful true realm are called "saints".
Six years ago, when the Yongzhou army mutinied and the old dynasty was replaced by the new dynasty, leaving aside the Northern Wei Dynasty, there were only three "saints" who had cultivated above the Miaozhen realm in the entire south, and they were called the Three Saints of the South.
The Three Saints of the South are simply aloof from the world of ordinary practitioners and cannot be touched. Even most people only know about the existence of these three people, but do not know their specific names at all.
The tall and thin old man Lin Yi met in the library of Qitian College was above the realm of divine confusion and must be one of the three saints. But who he was and what his origins were, it was impossible for Lin Yi to know.
Practitioners of the spiritual realm are also often called "half saints". If they are not prominent and powerful, they are also the cornerstones of the army.
The gap between low-level practitioners and spiritual mind practitioners is too big, like the difference between a civet cat and a giant elephant. With Lin Yi's current strength, if he encounters the Ruyi realm, he may still be able to fight, and if he encounters the Chengtian realm, he may still be able to fight.
You may be able to escape with luck, but when you encounter a practitioner in this spiritual state, you may not be able to fight back at all, and you may not even be able to escape.
"This is not like a new cultivator of the spiritual realm. Instead, he was already a semi-saint in the spiritual realm before entering Meishan. Otherwise, he would not be able to control his true energy so smoothly and freely during a fierce battle."
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"......
It was as if there were divine drums beating continuously in the sky and the earth. The two practitioners of the Divine Mind Realm were like two huge ancient beasts raging in the mountains and forests. The strong winds continued, and even stirred up the silent miasma in the surrounding valleys.
Waves of strange-colored miasma rolled out from many depths of the forest like poisonous dragons.
"..."
How dare Lin Yi go over to watch the battle? Just these miasmas made him feel terrified.
He first took off the deerskin bag on his back and stuck it in a place on the tree. Then he climbed higher up the tree. Anyway, most of the miasma was heavy and accumulated at the bottom of the forest. He climbed close to the treetop and
Suddenly I felt much more comfortable all over.
Suddenly, there was a sharp roar in the forest, and a sword light went crazy, forming a sword wheel in the forest, instantly cutting off a circle of surrounding trees, and no tree of any thickness was spared.
At the same time, another sword light shrank back and flew back quietly.
In the next moment, both sword lights disappeared, and only the strong wind was still howling in the mountain forest.
"Is the winner determined?"
Lin Yi waited for dozens of breaths, but there was no movement.
But he didn't dare to rush to take a look immediately. After all, if by chance, the winner was the Half Saint of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and if he happened to be discovered, it would be too late to regret it.
After waiting for another cup of tea, Lin Yi quietly got down from the tree, picked up the deerskin bag, and headed towards the mountain forest.
He was cautious and kept sniffing the scent in the air.
Most of the way was downhill. He walked slowly and quickly approached the place where the two semi-saints were fighting.
Suddenly, he smelled the smell of blood, mixed with a strange orchid aroma.
His scalp suddenly exploded, his breathing stopped completely, and he even had one foot in the air, but he didn't dare to put it down.
From the gaps in the trees, he saw that an area in the forest was completely covered with broken wood and a circle of fallen trees.
One of the cultivators was lying on the ground. A horrific sword wound directly tore open the entire cultivator's chest to back. The internal organs had been shattered, and it was obvious that he had lost all vitality.
This dead practitioner was wearing ordinary black cloth. It was unclear whether he was a practitioner from the Southern Dynasty or the Northern Wei Dynasty, but at this time, the other victorious practitioner had not yet left!
The practitioner fell down and leaned against a large tree that was cut off at the waist. The left half of his body was covered in blood, and his left arm was broken at the elbow.
However, the clothes this cultivator wore were half clothes and half leather armor, with narrow sleeves and narrow trousers, which were clearly the clothes of the cultivators of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
The blood on this practitioner's arm has stopped, but at this time, his eyes are tightly closed, his chest is rising and falling rhythmically, and the skin all over his body is inexplicably red, and there are tiny air currents surging under the skin like thin snakes.
, he was obviously trying his best to refine some kind of elixir.
Lin Yi held his breath, he did not dare to make any movement, and tried not to make any sound, hiding in the forest.
Even if this kind of practitioner is seriously injured, even if he is meditating and practicing, it is not possible for a practitioner of his level to make a sneak attack.
Lin Yi has experienced a lot of waiting in his life, but this time's waiting was even more difficult than waiting for the news about his father. He had never been exposed to this kind of spiritual practitioner before, and he had no idea that the other person's perception would reach him.
To what extent.
If this spiritual mind practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty discovered his existence when he woke up, then he would have died an extremely unjust death.
He completely held his breath and entered a state of inner breath. The flow of blood also became slower, and his skin gradually became colder, but his perception became more acute.
In less than a stick of incense, the cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty spat out a mouthful of blood, and then stood up.
The moment he stood up, Lin Yi's heart began to beat violently, almost uncontrollably.
The true energy in this cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty surged, and a terrifying aura spread out like a substance.
"If we in the Northern Wei Dynasty didn't have this thing, and I discovered your existence first, and attacked you first and injured you, I would be the one who died in this battle."
"Li Qingming, I won this battle with disgrace, but this is a battle between two dynasties, not a competition between practitioners."
The Northern Wei cultivator walked up to the dead cultivator and was very emotional. His voice really had a strong Northern Wei accent.
However, he did not notice Lin Yi. After saying these two words, he leaned down and put away the flying sword and the luggage that the Northern Wei practitioner had dropped on the ground. In the next moment, the Northern Wei practitioner took out a piece of
After looking at the black square plate, the figure flashed and disappeared in the forest.
"Li Qingming, is this practitioner from our court called Li Qingming?"
"What does he mean by this? Is there something in the Northern Wei Dynasty that can sense the existence of other cultivators?" When this Northern Wei cultivator left, Lin Yi felt a sense of exhaustion for the rest of his life. If it weren't for his flawless golden body cultivation,
The Dharma is already extremely proficient, otherwise I would be sweating all over at this time. (To be continued)