In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed.
In Si Kuoya, relying on the Dragon Elephant Fighting Body Art, Lin Yun, who had been seriously injured, almost completely recovered.
Only the broken ninth profound veins failed to condense after several attempts.
With Lin Yun's deep and profound essence, breaking through the ninth level should be easy, and it would be a matter of course to break through the ninth level of Xuanwu.
After all, he had swallowed and refined a blood flaming fruit before and a Qiankun Yin-Yang Pill, both of which were the heaven and earth treasures that Eighth Young Master only dreamed of.
The background is still there, and it can even be said that the true essence is surging, as vast as the sea.
Even if you really start with the Xuanwu Tenth Layer and compete for True Yuan, it will not be much different.
However, his profound veins were shattered, which was different from the normal breakthroughs of ordinary warriors.
Several attempts have ended in failure. Under the forcible impact, the pain is piercing, but the injury is aggravated.
He had to find another way to nourish his profound veins with true essence every day.
There is some progress, but it is very small. I don’t know when and what month will the ninth profound veins be truly opened up.
If an ordinary person encounters such a predicament, I am afraid that his heart will be ashes.
However, Lin Yun quickly calmed down and began to practice the Heart Sutra of Time. While condensing his true essence with the power of time, he moved towards the second level of this exercise.
When I have nothing to do, I watch the stars and the moon, see the boundless sea of clouds, listen to the wind and enjoy the rain.
Empty and lonely, even the heartbeat seemed to echo Siguoya, but it was a rare place for Lin Yun to cultivate his mind.
Before you know it, a month has passed.
Autumn is getting closer, and the coldness in the cliffs is even worse.
It's just that this January in the mountains seems to have been a long time in the past year, away from the mundane world, and every minute and every second has passed very long.
During this period, the turmoil in the sword pavilion continued, and Bai Lixuan rose at an astonishing speed. He was promoted to the ninth level of Xuanwu, showing the world the horror of the Holy Body.
Eucharist!
The so-called martial artist cultivation, is nothing more than two points, one is the root and the other is understanding. The root bone determines the cultivation speed of a warrior. With the same resources, the cultivation base of the Holy Body promotion may be several times, or even ten times as large as the spiritual body.
Time is always on the side of the Eucharist.
The longer the time is given to him, the faster his growth rate will be. Bai Lixuan showed Da Qin Zhao what is called Shi Po Jing Tian.
He retreated for too long, and Da Qin quickly forgot about him, but when he left, no one could not pay attention to him.
There is no other reason, the light is too dazzling.
It's just that Lin Yun didn't know and couldn't know all of this.
On this day, a light suddenly exploded in Lin Yun's mind. Countless information emerges like a tide, condensing into dense golden runes, flashing constantly.
It is unforgettable, and all of it is remembered in one breath.
However, it was the Heart Sutra of Years that broke through to the second level. These exquisite and ancient runes were the second-grade spiritual patterns that all profound masters dreamed of.
Ordinary people practice spirit patterns, not to mention the scarcity of spirit patterns, and it is not easy to search. Even if the spirit patterns are complete, it is extremely difficult to remember them.
But now, when he broke through the second level of the Heart Sutra of Time, countless second-grade spirit patterns were deeply engraved in his mind.
You don't even need to memorize it, just think about it for a while and it will emerge intact.
"Flame pattern..."
With a little movement in his mind, Lin Yun picked up a dead tree branch and drew it on the ground at will.
True essence condensed, and under the blessing of the power of time, the initial strokes were still quite jerky. But after getting to know each other gradually, the pen moves with dragon and snake, vigorous and powerful, and the iron draws silver hooks, and the writing is smooth and flowing.
Whoa!
When the last stroke fell, the complete spirit pattern burned like a flame.
Lin Yun exhaled turbid air, and looked at the flame pattern on the ground, thoughtfully.
Nearly forty days, I finally broke through the heart meridian of the years, and made a small gain.
He was interested and drew many second-grade spirit patterns in one breath.
Thunder cloud pattern, gust of wind pattern, Geng gold pattern, blue wood pattern... One by one isolated second-grade spiritual patterns appeared one after another on the ground. Sparkling, with a faint light, full of aura.
The spirit pattern is a very mysterious existence, which can be used for alchemy, weapon refining, and formation...
Can you kill someone
A thought suddenly flashed in his mind, Lin Yun shook his head, not thinking about it.
Closing his eyes, Lin Yun sat cross-legged, looking inside.
At the dantian, the ice-crystal-like purple iris has a total of seventy-one petals, and with just one, the sword art can be promoted to the ninth level. But this piece is as difficult as reaching the sky, and it is not easy to break through.
Below the purple irises, there are circles of light-colored light patterns, like ripples from water waves.
Counting them down, there are a total of 18 light patterns, each of which represents the power of time.
After the Heart Sutra of Years was promoted to the second level of Xuanwu, the power of the years originally mixed in the true essence was condensed into a substantial light pattern.
The mind looked towards the ninth profound vein. Compared with the original, the broken profound vein had recovered a little.
But overall, less than one-tenth of the total recovery will take at least two years.
"Two years..."
Lin Yun muttered to himself, do you really want to stay here for two years
Siguoya is just a cage, just a little wider than other cages.
But in the end, it's also a prison.
Being imprisoned here is like locking a tiger in a cage, shrinking its body and unable to move.
Only in the depths can one experience this suffocation and anguish personally.
In the dry cave in the back, there were many bloody scratches on the walls, shocking and messy.
It was the disciple who had been imprisoned here, and in agony, he grabbed it with his fingers on the hard wall.
Going straight to the edge of the cliff, the clouds and mist are shrouded in mist, and the abyss below is surging with icy cold winds.
It was cold, and it was impossible to see clearly, and a few more glances gave rise to bursts of fear.
The unknown, always, always scares.
"I don't know if Senior Sister is awake."
Lin Yun whispered to himself, worry flashing across his eyes.
After thinking about the cliff, the person who is most worried is naturally Sister Xinyan.
As soon as I think of this, I will have a strong urge to leave this thinking cliff.
But in a blink of an eye, I would think, what if I left, Senior Brother Xin Jue died because of him, do you really have the courage to see Sister Xinyan
He looked at the endless sea of clouds in front of him, and the expression in his eyes was speechless.
ding ding dong…
Beneath the sea of clouds, there were bursts of piano sounds, which were few and intermittent, tugging at the heartstrings of people.
"Are you here again?"
Ever since Lin Yun arrived at the Sikuai Cliff, the sound of the piano would be heard from time to time, coming from under the abyss.
Inspiring and making people want to jump into the abyss and find out.
A few times, Lin Yun jumped just a few times closer to the door, but he finally held back.
Lin Yun frowned slightly, slightly irritable.
It would be fine if it was a melody, but it was messy, without a melody, and the tune was unintelligible.
Quietly, another half-moon scene slipped away unknowingly.
Thinking about the cliff.
An agile figure, facing the scorching sun, used dead branches as swords. The sword came out like the wind, flickering and moving. The swordsmanship is like flowing clouds and flowing water, ghosts and ghosts are impermanent, imaginative, and there is no trace to be found, like clouds rising, and water without form.
Sometimes it is like a rage, the sword glow is like a turbulent wave, sometimes the spring breeze turns into a rain, and the moisturizing things are silent.
Looking vaguely, it seems that there are two figures, who are fighting each other. With two different styles, they perform the same swordsmanship and compete with each other.
The light of the bright moon, the light of the bright moon!
Two figures, each with a sword. Between the flat ground, two bright moon-like sword lights collided fiercely, and a loud noise erupted.
Frost and cold!
Mirror flower water moon!
The three major killer moves were successively used, and the boundless sea of clouds was suddenly scattered by the scattered sword lights. The cold and piercing sword glow burst out with dazzling rays of light under the scorching sun, like sword flowers blooming in the clouds.
When the storm dissipated, I was stunned to find that Lin Yun was the only one in Si Kuo Cliff.
The so-called opponent is just Lin Yun's single-minded use, directly playing the role of the peak seven profound steps.
When practicing swords in the mountains, there are no monsters and no fellows. If you want to practice swords, you can only fight with yourself.
Others here will definitely be startled.
Swordsmanship and body technique, how superb must be to achieve this step.
But Lin Yun was already used to it, and it was nothing more than being forced out.
"This water moon swordsmanship seems to have potential to be tapped, but I have clearly cultivated to the peak of perfection. If I go further, can I still practice?"
Lin Yun was a little puzzled, the four major realms of martial arts and martial arts.
Beginning, small, big, complete.
Beyond Consummation, is there a realm
Just at this moment, under the sea of clouds, another piano sounded, disturbing the thoughts for no reason.
The sound of the violin was chaotic, but the master who played the guqin still didn't know it, and instead, he played more cheerfully.
"I want to see, what kind of evildoer you are!"
Lin Yun's eyes flashed with anger, he really couldn't bear it any longer, he could bear the loneliness and emptiness in the cliff.
But really, I can't stand this messy piano sound, it's like a demon, tormenting people's hearts.
Whoosh!
Taking a step out, Lin Yun came to the edge of the cliff, looking at the abyss under the sea of clouds, frowning.
To jump, or not to jump
[The state is not good, give me some time, this plot is really difficult to write. 】