Yaoguang looked at Lin Yun who was kneeling on one knee with a complicated expression. His emotions were both warm and sad.
He was different back then, and wanted to strengthen the sect with the sword in his hand.
But three thousand years have passed, and in addition to gaining the reputation of one of the three Great Sword Saints in the Eastern Wilderness, Sword Sect is still far away from becoming a Golden Holy Land.
"You kid, get up."
Yao Guang didn't use his Saint Yuan, he stepped forward in person and helped Lin Yun up.
"Thank you, Master."
Lin Yun got up and said.
"You can cultivate well here, and thoroughly cultivate these four swords to Xiaocheng before leaving."
"good."
In the next time, Lin Yun was in this Taolin cave, and developed the four swords of wind, fire, thunder and ice. I have to say that these four swords are indeed the swords of kings, and each of them is surprisingly powerful. Even if it is only a small success, it makes Lin Yun feel quite apprehensive.
With his physical body, it is enough to withstand one room, if all four swords hit.
Must die!
Even if he wears holy armor and has the Qinglong divine bone to protect his body, he will have no bones left, and he will die without a whole corpse.
This kind of kingly swordsmanship is rare in Lin Yun's life, and perhaps only the Bajian he has practiced in the Xuanhuang Realm can match it.
Of course, it's just that the artistic conception is comparable, and the level of the two is huge.
Every day, Lin Yun repeated the four swords, mastering more than 900 kinds of changes, and the process was boring and frustrating.
But the progress was still quite obvious. After seven days passed, the Four Swords of Wind, Fire, Thunder and Bing were finally cultivated by Lin Yun to the realm of small success.
Lin Yun knew very well that all of this was given by Master.
If he hadn't urged the holy pen in his hand to change the speed of the passage of time and let him start in an instant, it would take at least half a year to cultivate this swordsmanship to a small success.
In the tempering of the master's pen, the four swords of wind, fire, thunder and ice have long become some instinct of Lin Yun.
dangerous!
Lin Yun, who closed his eyes and crossed his knees, picked up the funeral flower with his left hand before he even opened his eyes.
Clang!
Under the impact of the scabbard, a dead branch was thrown into the air. Lin Yun opened his eyes and saw that the dead branch contained an astonishing sword force.
After being bounced off the scabbard, it exploded in the depths of the peach forest, bursting out a dazzling sword light.
"After you have cultivated these four swords to a small degree, your sword intent has also improved a lot. If you have the opportunity, you can try to attack the sky's sword intent." Yao Guang said with a smile, he just tried the strike just now.
"Really?"
Lin Yun was overjoyed.
"How has Shizun ever lied to you?" Yao Guang said with a smile.
Lin Yun's face showed excitement, which was not an unexpected joy. He wanted to try when he was promoted to Dragon Vein.
However, the shadow of the previous failure of the attack was too great, and he never dared to attack rashly. Now that he has received the approval of the master, his confidence has greatly increased.
"Master, this swordsmanship has been difficult for me to take after I became a young master. I clearly have mastered the profound meaning of it. Why is this?"
Lin Yun asked.
The Four Swords of Wind, Fire, Thunder and Bing are indeed very strange.
If you can't get to the point, no matter how you cultivate, I'm afraid you have to be limited to this realm.
"Because you don't know these four kinds of martial arts wills, you can't cultivate to the big one. That's why I let you cultivate to the small one first." Yaoguang looked at Lin Yun, smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's not There is no solution, you just need to find four different hundred-year evil spirits and integrate them into sword moves."
"Shame?"
"That's right, it's Feng Sha, Huo Sha, Thunder Sha, Bing Sha. You don't want to comprehend these kinds of wills, so you only need a hundred years of evil spirits. If these four evil spirits are only a hundred years old, they won't exist in the Silent Mountains. It's very hard to find."
Yaoguang gave the answer by the way.
"Okay, that disciple will retire first."
Lin Yun nodded, it seems that this dead mountain has to go again.
also! Anyway, he planned to go there to observe the ancient monument.
"Wait a minute, I have a kit here."
Yaoguang looked solemn, glanced at Lin Yun, and said, "You keep this kit first, don't rush to open it, and don't ask what's in it."
"Then when do I open it?"
Lin Yun was a little confused.
Yaoguang smiled and said, "When it's time to open, you will know."
"Is it so mysterious?"
After Lin Yun took a few glances, he carefully put away the kit.
Leaving the holy mountain, Lin Yun thought in his heart, if you go to the Dead Mountains, you still have to ask the little brain axe about the evil spirit.
When he was about to return to Feiyun Peak, Lin Yun saw a woman closing her eyes and resting, waiting for a long time.
"Senior Sister Mu?"
Lin Yun quickly stepped forward and said, "What are you doing here."
"Naturally waiting for you."
Mu Xueqin opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Don't you want a drop of the blood of the descendants of Xuanwu, the blood is hard to find, but there is some news about the monsters with the blood of Xuanwu."
"where?"
"Look at it, it's all marked on this picture for you."
Mu Xueqin took out the map of the ancient wilderness and handed it to Lin Yun.
Lin Yun spread out the map, and there were about a dozen red dots in it, and each red dot had a note under it.
"Sacred Tortoise Mountain, Tianxuan Tortoise, Profound Realm!"
"Devil Snake Forest, Blood Gold Snake, the pinnacle of the Death Profound Realm!"
…
Lin Yun looked at the red dot annotation with joy in his eyes. The information on it was really detailed, but... it was difficult to deal with, and the scalp of the person watching it was numb.
Almost all of them are monsters in the realm of life and death, even in the holy realm.
The joy in Lin Yun's eyes gradually dimmed, and he only felt that his scalp was numb, which was indeed a bit difficult.
"It seems that I think too much." Lin Yun handed over the map, no wonder even Senior Brother Mu Chuan gave up.
Looking at Lin Yun's appearance, Mu Xueqin couldn't help but laugh.
"Senior sister, what are you laughing at?" Lin Yun was a little confused.
Mu Xueqin said with a smile: "Just kidding, Senior Sister naturally knows that you don't have the strength, let alone you... Unless I, the peak master of the Sword Sect's several peaks, make a move, there will be a chance. This map is just for you to see, the descendants of Xuanwu. The news of the blood of God has other sources."
"What source?"
"In the Quiet Mountains, there is a juvenile Tianxuan tortoise, hidden in the depths of the cold water pool, its strength should have just broken through the dragon's veins." Mu Xueqin said.
"That shouldn't be hard to deal with."
"Don't be careless. After all, with the Xuanwu bloodline, it is quite difficult for these alien beasts to break through the dragon's bloodline. There is one more thing, which is also the reason why I came to wait for you, because I have to tell you the news in person."
"what news?"
"A few evil cultivators have broken into the Quiet Mountains."
Lin Yun heard the words and said with a smile: "Evil cultivator? The Dead Mountains are so big and they traverse the ancient times. It's not surprising that there are evil cultivators.
The Dead Mountains are endless. Not only are there sect disciples practicing in them, but it is also normal for evil cultivators to enter them.
Moreover, when evil cultivators encounter sect disciples, they generally do not dare to do anything, especially those of super sects.
"These four evil cultivators are a little different. They are all disciples who defected from super sects, and they have some notoriety in the ancient realm. Especially the leader named Jiang Tong, who used to be a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, violated the rules of the sect. After being expelled from the sect, he took advantage of the trend and became an evil cultivator."
Lin Yun heard the words and was thoughtful.
Every sect has its own rules. It is normal for someone to violate the rules and be kicked out. It is possible that everyone who entered the rankings will be kicked out.
Thinking that it was a big mistake, the hostility was extremely terrifying.
"I'll remind you, after all, the Dead Mountains are so big, you may not be able to find them even if you have the heart to look for them." Mu Xueqin smiled and looked at Lin Yundao: "It's not so coincidental, they also come to find the Tianxuan turtle. I won't bother you anymore, farewell."
Mu Xueqin came and went in a hurry, passed the news to Lin Yun and left.
Lin Yun pondered in his heart, the evil spirits and the blood of the Xuanwu gods, both of which happened to be in the Quiet Mountain Range, it was quite convenient to think about.
To be precise, the divine blood of the descendants of Xuanwu cannot be called divine blood.
The blood of the gods of the descendants of the gods is extremely thin, and even if it is condensed, it is still 108,000 miles away from the blood of the real gods.
It should be more accurate to call it Xuanwu Holy Blood, just like the real dragon holy liquid, and it is not refined from the blood of the real dragon.
After a short rest, Lin Yun went out two days later.
The Dead Mountains had come too many times, and Lin Yun was familiar with the road, and soon came to the lair of the Demon Tiger.
"Not here? Nothing will happen to this guy."
Lin Yun released the sword intent, but did not notice the breath of the magic tiger.
The probability of an accident with a monster is still very high. Anyway, in this Quiet Mountain Range, every day, disciples die in the mouth of monsters, and monsters also die in the hands of sect disciples.
Although the magic-patterned tiger is the king of monsters, it is not invincible. There are still many people who care about its tiger-king bones.
"Hoohoo."
The little thief cat squatted on Lin Yun's shoulder, sniffed a few times with his nose, and pointed at it with his paw.
"Let's go and have a look."
Lin Yun thought for a while, unfolded his movement, and walked in the direction pointed by the little thief cat.
After half an hour, Lin Yun stood above the treetops and looked towards the open area ahead. The terrain there is flat and vast, one person and one tiger are fighting fiercely, and there are people watching with a smile on their faces.
It is the magic tiger!
At this moment, it has turned into a human-shaped tiger head, holding a holy sword in his hand, and the tiger and tiger that displays the mountain and river swordsmanship are powerful.
If it is an ordinary opponent, I am afraid that it has already been hacked to death by it.
But the man in black who was fighting against it had a relaxed and indifferent expression, and was completely useless.
Lin Yun glanced at him casually, this person was in the late stage of the third stage of the Dragon Vein just because of his cultivation, and he had reached the level of qi and blood!
With a sound of majestic blood, it was like the resurrection of an ancient beast, and the blood of the magic tiger was not enough to see in front of him.
That person is a swordsman, and he has not drawn his sword yet. Once he draws the sword, the Demon Tiger will be defeated in an instant.
Pfft!
Lin Yun was thinking in his heart, a swipe of knife light was like a star blooming, and the cold light surged, directly slashing the magic-patterned tiger out.
The magic-patterned tiger collapsed to the ground, wailing.
Swish!
Lin Yun fell from the top of the tree, there was no way, if he continued to watch the play, the cerebellum axe would be hammered to death.
The magic-patterned tiger heard the sound, looked up and saw Lin Yun, his eyes immediately showed joy, and he quickly crawled over and said, "Lord Xiaolin, save me!"
"Brother, can you give me a face and let this magic tiger die?"
Lin Yun ignored the little brain axe, looked at the man in black and smiled.
"Tsk tsk, it's interesting, what if I don't give it?" The man in black only felt extremely surprised. He had never seen anyone talk to a monster before, so he laughed strangely.
His companion's expression was also quite playful. He looked like he was watching a play. He only thought that Lin Yun was here to compete for the bones of the tiger king.
But a person who has just entered the dragon vein, where did he come from such a bold person
Are you looking for death
After discovering the clothes on Lin Yun's body, he came to his senses, it turned out to be a disciple of the Sword Sect!
"As the saying goes, it's up to the owner to beat a dog, let alone a tiger. You can negotiate any conditions." Lin Yun said.
"Hehe, are you the owner of the tiger?"
The man in black grinned, as if he had heard a big joke.
"I'm not, it is."
Lin Yun pointed to the little thief cat on his shoulder, smiling and relaxed, and said, "I have a good temper, but I can't mess with this cat."
The man in black was immediately stunned, his cheeks twitched, and his expression turned cold.
The meaning in those eyes is quite obvious, are you kidding me