The Ghost Temple fell silent, and no more ghosts and gods were sent to chase Lin Xiao, because even the leader of the Ghost Guards of Divine Thunder Sixty Thousand Miles was killed. Sending other ghosts and gods would only increase casualties, unless the Seventy Thousand Miles of Divine Thunder was dispatched.
Powerful ghosts and gods.
However, there are not many ghosts and gods in the Ghost Temple. Except for Jialuo who is in a semi-awakened state and acts as the King of Ghosts and Gods to take charge of the Ghost Temple, the rest of the high-level ghosts and gods are still sleeping, and it is not yet time for them to wake up.
wait!
The Ghost Temple is waiting for the time when the high-level ghosts and gods will awaken.
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A hundred-meter-high hill stood on the ground. A figure stood a hundred meters away in front of the hill. He was covered in a jade-white robe. Lin Xiao's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were staring at the hundred-meter-high hill, as if he had completely absorbed it.
Accommodate it within your eyes.
Apart from this mountain, there is nothing else in my eyes.
After fighting against the leader of the Ghost Guards while in the state of the Wine Sword Art, Lin Xiao suddenly had an enlightenment. Although he still could not truly master the mountain-splitting sword, he had some enlightenment and knew a direction of cultivation, or cultivation.
skills.
level off hilltops!
Split the mountain with one sword!
Since we are splitting mountains, why not practice facing the mountains?
This sword is Mountain Splitting, which is a sword that splits mountains. When practicing for the first time, it is best to have a reference object. Since it is Splitting Mountains, use the mountain as a reference object to practice. You may be able to better understand the mystery of this sword.
Lin Xiao didn't think of this before, and it was like a leaf blinding him, but now he caught that moment of inspiration and realized it clearly.
Standing in front of a hundred-meter-high hill, Lin Xiao's divine power was extremely condensed, and so was his mental strength.
It is worth mentioning that when he first broke through from the martial arts golden elixir realm to the martial arts Yuanshen realm, Lin Xiao's essence, true essence, and Tao power were all integrated into one, condensed into original divine power. Only the mental power was independent.
It's like being a bystander and not participating at all.
Lin Xiao didn't understand, but he didn't forcibly integrate his mind power into it, but let nature take its course. In fact, when he was in the martial arts golden elixir state, his mind power didn't leave a mark on the martial arts golden elixir.
Lin Xiao guessed that perhaps the cultivation of mental power and divine power are different, so they will not be integrated. However, he does not have the means to truly cultivate mental power, but only passively improves it. Such improvement is naturally relatively slow and limited, so that now,
Mental power has lagged far behind divine power.
Lin Xiao doesn't know how to take the initiative to practice Xin Li, nor does he know what the divisions of Xin Li cultivation are. He just makes a comparison by referring to it. The level of Xin Li he currently masters is almost equal to the golden elixir realm of martial arts, inferior to martial arts.
Yuan Shen realm, after all, the difference between the martial arts golden elixir realm and the martial arts Yuan Shen realm is essential, as vast as the heavens.
But just the mental strength of the martial arts golden elixir level has also brought a lot of help to Lin Xiao. For example, he learned the wine sword technique in a short period of time and mastered its secrets, so that he can successfully perform it. For example, now, Lin Xiao is very
Soon you will enter a state of concentration and concentration.
Mountain!
There is only this mountain in front of you, only this mountain in your eyes, everything else has disappeared, as if there is only this mountain left in the world, only this mountain stands, replacing the entire world.
Lin Xiao's eyes reflected the hundred-meter-high hill, and a belief arose in his heart: split it!
You don't need to use your divine power or your powerful physical strength to split it, split the hill in front of you.
For those in the realm of martial arts Yuanshen, it is very easy to split a hundred-meter-high hill with one sword, and it can be done with the power of a casual sword.
Not to mention a hundred meters, even a mountain of 300 meters or even 500 meters, the martial arts Yuanshen realm can split it with one sword. Of course, it is not as easy as splitting a hundred meters mountain.
For a powerful martial arts Yuanshen realm, even a thousand-meter-high mountain can be split open with one sword.
However, that was the result of powerful martial arts based on powerful divine power. Now, Lin Xiao does not use any divine power, nor does he use powerful physical strength. He just swings the sword with the power of an ordinary person.
Cut open the mountain in front of you with one sword.
For a moment, Lin Xiao felt like he was back to the time when I wielded my sword to cut off the bones of the god-level black whale in the secret realm of the deep sea, but it also felt different.
At that time, it was to make the sword sharper and to stimulate the concentration of mental energy. This time, it was to split the mountain, so as to understand the mystery of the mountain-splitting sword and touch the higher level of kendo realm in the field of kendo.
Time passed slowly, like the waves of a river that never return. From the scorching sun in the sky to the sunset, with the sunset shining in the sky, Lin Xiao still maintained the gesture of holding the sword with both hands and raising it, but did not actually slash the sword.
From noon to evening, it seemed to be solidified into a statue, motionless and without any change in posture.
The wind gradually blew, the temperature gradually turned cooler, the sun set completely in the west, and the night filled the sky and the earth. When darkness fell, Lin Xiao still stood motionless.
The night is quiet, the night is deep, there is no moon, no stars, it is pitch black, you can't see your fingers with your hands, the night wind is extremely cold, blowing across the sky and blowing across the earth, making waves of low-pitched sobs, which makes people unable to help but come from the heart
Waves of coldness arose.
One night passed, the morning sun rose in the east, and the golden-red light brought the first ray of warmth between heaven and earth, dispelling the darkness and the coldness of the night. It spread all over the earth, and also fell on the jade-white robe figure with both hands holding a sword. The golden-red light
The light shines like a layer of gauze on his body, shining like a layer of divine light.
Lin Xiao still maintained this posture motionless, and the sword never really struck out.
One day...two days...three days...
Time passed slowly. Lin Xiao did not eat, drink or sleep. He always maintained the posture of holding a sword with both hands. His breath was completely restrained, as if he was integrated with nature. There were birds flying over in the sky, as if he regarded Lin Xiao as a human being.
It fell on the shoulder like a tree, chirping, looking very happy.
Lin Xiao's breath was gone, lifeless, like a wooden stake or a stone. The sun rose and the moon set, day and night changed. Day after day passed, and seven days passed in the blink of an eye. Lin Xiao was still standing, with the sword still raised.
As he stood, the sword trembled slightly, emitting waves of low sword sounds, as if a tiger was trying to break free from its prison, and a dragon was rushing out of the abyss, showing off its world-shattering edge.
But Lin Xiao couldn't swing that sword, as it seemed to weigh tens of millions of kilograms, extremely heavy.
Cut it off!
Split the hill in front of you!
Vaguely, Lin Xiao seemed to have a flash of enlightenment, vaguely capturing something, but there was a thin film between him and he could not break through it.
Almost!
Just a little bit worse.
After a while, the sword in Lin Xiao's hand no longer vibrated. Lin Xiao also put down the posture of holding the sword high, sheathed the sword, exhaled a long breath, turned around and left, walking briskly and calmly, and his figure was extremely chic. He took off the waistband
He took a few sips of the jade white wine gourd and drifted away laughing.
On that hill that was 100 meters high, a crack appeared, quickly going down from the top, but it did not separate it, but fell on it like a brand.
Lin Xiao knew that he could split the mountain by himself, but it was not enough. It was just a hundred-meter-high mountain and could only be regarded as a hill.
"I need to split a higher mountain." Lin Xiao said silently while drinking.
Just a mountain of 100 meters is not enough for me to truly understand the mystery of splitting the mountain with the first sword of Shenxiao's True Sword Art. Only by splitting a higher mountain can there be hope.
As he walked, Lin Xiao walked away, flying in the air, and continued to look for other suitable peaks.
Not long after, Lin Xiao found a mountain peak about 300 meters high. He fell down and stood still again. He unsheathed his sword and raised it high, as if he wanted to slash with the sword.
Gathering momentum, concentrating, and focusing, Lin Xiao quickly entered the state. There was only that mountain in front of him, nothing else.
This time, six days had passed. Lin Xiao's sword raised high could not help but vibrate, making low sword sounds, like the roar of an angry tiger, echoing in the mountains and forests, containing an indescribable force.
Astonishing power.
However, the sword finally fell silent. Lin Xiao sheathed the sword again and turned around to leave without any nostalgia. After Lin Xiao stepped into the sky and left, a sword mark appeared on the 300-meter mountain. From above
It spreads straight down, like a mark or a brand.
…
In front of the five-hundred-meter mountain peak, Lin Xiao stood still, raising his sword in both hands, staring at the mountain peak with his eyes, as usual, gathering strength and concentration, imagining the scene of him cutting off that mountain peak.
Five days later, the sword in Lin Xiao's hand vibrated again, like the roar of an angry dragon. Gradually, the sound of the sword also became silent. Lin Xiao once again sheathed the sword and turned around to leave. While drinking, he stepped into the air and continued.
Find a higher and more suitable mountain.
Behind him, on the 500-meter mountain peak, a sword mark once again appeared from the top, straight down, like a brand, as if to symbolize that Lin Xiao had been here, learned the sword here, and stayed here.
Lower traces.
…
A 700-meter mountain peak towers above the earth, like a giant sword pointing into the sky. Hundreds of meters away from the mountain, a figure in jade-white robes stands, unsheathing the sword, holding the hilt with both hands and raising it high.
, his eyes were clear and deep, reflecting the 700-meter mountain peak, as if it had replaced the entire world.
Four days passed, the sword trembled, dragons roared and tigers roared.
Just like before, the sword was returned to its sheath, and Lin Xiao once again turned around and left without hesitation. A sword mark also appeared on the mountain peak, turning into an eternal mark.
…
Thousand-meter-high peaks stand on the earth, like a sword of the earth pointing at the sky, trying to pierce and break the sky clouds. They are majestic and dangerous.
It is not easy to split such a mountain peak with one blow even if one is in the martial arts Yuanshen realm. It can even be said that many low-level Yuanshen realms find it difficult to do so, unless they have the strength of the mid-level Yuanshen realm.
After all, a thousand-meter-high mountain peak is not only about its height, but also its thickness and so on.
Lin Xiao's raised sword trembled, emitting waves of sword sounds, getting louder and louder, as if he was trying to break free, showing endless sharpness, and split the mountain in front of him with one sword.