Chapter 201

Winter has come, and snowflakes are starting to float everywhere in Qintian County.

But in this grassy peak, the sun is shining and the sun is scorching hot.

I have to say, it is indeed a treasure trove.

Ding Jiu's medicine field is the place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is the most intense. Lin Yun is sitting cross-legged, condensing the Ziyuan Sword Art.

The Ziyuan Sword Art has reached the peak of the sixth level, with thirty-six petals blooming, crystal clear and flawless, as beautiful as a dream. Ethereal and agile, yet as heavy as a mountain, thick and majestic, it is continuous and mighty.

The foundation has been polished pretty well, and Lin Yun is not in a hurry to break through.

There are sixteen levels of the Purple Iris Sword Art, the first six are just the foundation, condense the sword strength and hone the spiritual essence, and develop the perfect Purple Iris flower.

It is a real breakthrough until the seventh level. You can condense the Ziyuan sword qi in the body, and the sword qi turns into a light.

At the ninth level, it is even more amazing, and a purple kite sword formation can be refined in the body. The sword qi breaks the question, and the square and round Bai Lili can kill the enemy with a single thought.

Lin Yun didn't dare to be careless about the exercises inherited from the golden age, and there was nothing wrong with laying a solid foundation.

Of course the main reason is poverty...

Several of his breakthroughs have relied on forbidden techniques such as swallowing the sky. If there is no Yin Sha swallowing, the resources required for the breakthrough of the sword art are astronomical.

Sword art breakthrough, temporarily helpless.

Now, he wants to try to condense the Ziyuan Sacred Fire and open up more secrets in the bamboo slips.

Heart Sutra of the Years!

Now I am eager to know what kind of practice the Heart Sutra of Years is.

In the distance, above the medicine field, Niu Bingshun and others are busy and busy.

Among them, Niu Bingshun was the most toiled, carrying two buckets of monster dung. Under the scorching sun, carefully poured on the elixir, the stench was suffocating, and a face was completely black.

Such dirty work, where did he do it, and it wasn't that he never thought about resisting.

But after being beaten up by Lin Yun again, he gave up completely and honestly picked shit.

Thousands of acres of medicinal fields, when he finished watering, it was almost dark.

The blood dragon horse sneaked over when it was dark, making Li Wuyou overjoyed.

He was in this grassy peak, bored and crazy.

Today, every day, riding a blood dragon horse, in a few fields of medicine nearby, swaying around the market, wandering around.

He was nicknamed "The God of Plague" by the prison uniform disciples of other medicine fields.

Although the herbal fields of Caomufeng seem to be free, there are no rules, but only one thing is considered a taboo.

Care must be taken to grow medicinal herbs, both in quantity and quality. Cao Mu Tang will send someone to count every month. Once any mistakes are found, the prison uniform disciples in the medicine field will be severely punished.

So, people fight every now and then in this place, but no one ever uses a sword.

With a slight swing of the sword, the damaged medicinal materials will not be one or two, and the pieces will be destroyed.

Li Wuyou rode the blood dragon horse and galloped, not even a shadow could be seen.

A little trampling on some medicinal materials is enough for them to drink a pot, and the people in Caomufeng looked worried when they saw him.

Lin Yun advised him to practice hard and break the entrance as soon as possible.

This guy is not in a hurry at all, the way he cultivates is like this. The longer the innate accumulation time, the more benefits you will get after breaking the entrance.

Even the Lingyu that was picked up on the battlefield that day were all handed over to Lin Yun for him to practice.

Vaguely, Lin Yun felt that Li Wuyou seemed to be cynical, but in fact his ambitions were not small.

A bit like Bai Lixuan who settled in the Xiantian realm, that guy has been slow to break through the entrance, and there is no news at all until now.

"Ignore that for now, I'm trying it out."

Now that the six-layer Ziyuan Sword Art is at its peak, the Ziyuan Sacred Fire has made several times more progress than before.

It stands to reason that he should be able to see more.

In Ding Jiu's medicine field, the rest of the people were busy with their work, and Lin Yun was considered a remote place.

At the moment, Lin Yun took out the bamboo slips from his arms.

The bamboo slips engraved with the years are much heavier than before.

Without hesitation, Lin Yun pulled out the flames burning in the purple iris flower, and poured it into it continuously.

As the Ziyuan Sacred Fire does not earn the injection, the years are getting lighter and lighter.

Not long after, the bamboo swayed gently, floated in the air, and then burst into flames.

But it's not over yet...

This time, most of the purple kite flame in Lin Yun's body was not consumed.

Don't hurry, continue to pour the Purple Yuan Sacred Fire into it.

The bamboo slip burned for a long time, and in the end, Lin Yun saw that the four ancient characters of "years are like fire" were all burning in the flames.

boom!

In my mind, many more pictures suddenly appeared again, and the cold-looking pharmacist appeared again.

In front of the towering pill furnace, the basic lines he wrote were densely packed, more than ten times more than the last time.

Then, just click on it, these basic lines are continuously condensed. In his hands, more complex patterns converged, and Lin Yun recreated the patterns of Xiantian Pill, which was impressively in it.

But it's only one of hundreds of complex lines, and it doesn't seem that special.

Immediately afterwards, the screen shook, bursting the city's countless memory fragments, condensing them into four ancient words, the Heart Sutra of Years.

The majestic memory contains countless information, which he recited over and over again in his mind.

"The years are ruthless, the world is the melting pot, the mountains are the swords, the white clouds are the wings, and the sea is the mulberry field..."

The vast amount of information poured into his mind, almost giving him a splitting headache.

Thinking non-stop, such as morning bells and twilight drums, constantly imprinted, it is hard to forget.

After a while, Lin Yun began to read these memories. The Heart Sutra of Years is indeed a set of exercises.

But it seems to have little to do with refining medicine, and it is not a cultivation method to improve the realm, but an ancient cultivation method for cultivating spirit patterns.

Only then did Lin Yun know that the cold and stern pharmacist's special lines were portrayed. And the lines that I used to transform the Xiantian Pill, what is it...

It's a spirit pattern!

It was born out of the ancient times, the strange and unpredictable Dao pattern. There were saints in ancient times, who explored the secrets of heaven and understood the patterns of Taoism. With just a wisp of Dao pattern, you can seal a million miles of mountains and rivers and inflict heavy damage on the ancient beasts.

But in the ancient times, the ancient Dao patterns have all disappeared, and the inheritance has been destroyed.

Descendants could not explore the secrets of heaven, but from the broken Dao pattern, they retreated and realized the spiritual pattern.

Although the spirit pattern is far less powerful than the Dao pattern, it is easier to master. Even if you are not a saint, you can practice the spirit pattern.

However, it is still difficult for ordinary people to master the spirit patterns.

Up to now, those who can master the spirit patterns are all called Xuanshi. Generally speaking, there are three uses of the spirit pattern, refining medicine, setting up formations and casting treasured soldiers.

The spirit patterns are divided into basic spirit patterns and graded spirit patterns, from low to high, from 1st to 9th rank respectively.

The first-grade spirit patterns are made up of hundreds of basic spirit patterns. The higher the grade, the more complex the spirit pattern.

The formations of the Imperial City of the Imperial Capital and the Sword Burial Forest are all carved with spiritual patterns, and the exact number is unknown.

Lin Yun opened his eyes and found that the bamboo slips in his hand had been reduced to a pile of ashes.

Bamboo slips are just ordinary things, and what really makes them immortal is the four characters that have been preserved from ancient times to the present.

Now that the memory contained in these four words has been absorbed by Lin Yun, of course the bamboo slips do not exist.

"No wonder the Thirteenth Master asked me before, if I mastered this spirit pattern..."

Lin Yun remembered that it was the first time he saw the Thirteenth Master in the Sword Burial Forest, and the other party had this question.

At the time, it was unclear why.

Now that I think about it, I suddenly realize that the "pattern" that I have mastered is the basic spirit pattern.

Unexpectedly, in the Qingyang Realm, a bamboo slip that was unexpectedly harvested made him mistakenly embark on the path of a mysterious master.

The master who created the Heart Sutra of the Years realized the existence of the power of the years from the changing times and the vicissitudes of life.

The seemingly eternal world has always been in the ruthless refining of the years. The mountains will be razed to the ground, the seas will be turned into mulberry fields, and there is nothing that dares to be called eternity in the face of time.

The Heart Sutra of the Years was created, and the power of the years was derived from the real essence, and then the power of the years was mixed with the real essence to depict the spiritual pattern.

In this way, the spirit pattern will be blessed with the power of time. The same star-level spirit pattern, with the power of the years, and without the power of the years, will have a huge gap.

It's just that this method is very difficult to practice.

With the power of time, even mountains can become flat. His true essence will be condensed and consumed continuously with the cultivation of the Heart Sutra over the years.

In doing so, there are benefits and benefits.

After the real essence is condensed, it will definitely be much stronger, but as the real essence is consumed, the improvement of the realm will also slow down.

Fortunately, for the time being, Lin Yun didn't need to worry too much.

He devoured a large amount of Yin Sha power, and after breaking the entrance, he did not meditate and refine it.

Just taking advantage of the time at Caomufeng, it was completely digested.

After making up his mind, Lin Yun began to formally practice the Heart Sutra of Years.

But the cultivation of the Heart Sutra of Years consumes a lot of true essence, and the process is quite slow.

Fortunately, the spiritual essence that Li Wuyou picked up was thrown to Lin Yun, otherwise, the power of Yin Sha left before would not be enough to consume.

time flies.

The practice of the Heart Sutra of Years is slowly on the right track, and successfully condensed a ray of the power of the years.

Lin Yun was immersed in ascetic cultivation, day and night, and did not dare to relax in the slightest.

In the blink of an eye, on this grassy peak, one month has passed.

In addition to cultivating the Heart Sutra of Time, Lin Yun's martial skills and swordsmanship have not fallen. At the same time, he also tried to condense the first profound veins to make his cultivation realm a step further.

In the Profound Martial Realm, there is no bottleneck in condensing the first profound vein, and after that, the eight profound veins will become more and more difficult.

At the end of the month, it finally succeeded.

When the profound veins were condensed, Lin Yun immediately felt that the purple iris flower could hold ten times more real essence.

It can be imagined that in the Xuanwu realm, the gap between each level is very huge.

If he didn't master the complete sword intent and couldn't use weapons with each other, he took advantage of it. Niu Bingshun, who was at the third level of the Xuanwu Realm, was really hard to beat.

Over time, just relying on the huge amount of True Essence can force him to death.

On this day, Lin Yun stopped cultivating, and Li Wuyou, who was wandering around, also rushed back.

A group of people from Ding Jiu, wearing prison uniforms, gathered in the open space in front of the hut.

Today, it is the monthly routine inspection tour of Cao Mutang.

Come and check whether the amount of herbs is correct, and check whether the precious elixir is damaged or not. Except for Lin Yun and Li Wuyou, everyone else looked nervous and uneasy.