Chapter 439

The shocking water column that burst into the sky turned into a torrential downpour and fell with a strong wind.

The fishing boat is in the waves, undulating.

On the bow of the boat, the teenager held a fishing rod, and on the fishing rod hung a terrifying fish king like a dragon.

"Master Thirteen, I have caught the fish king."

In the wind and rain, Lin Yun looked back and smiled, and the boy's face was covered with a smile like sunshine.

The Thirteenth Master was stunned for a long time before he couldn't help laughing: "You kid, okay, the old man has convinced you, hahaha!"

These words do not sound like a senior.

But it was in line with his original intention, because it was Lin Yun who provoked him. Now that Lin Yun has caught it, it is one word, service.

"Walk!"

The Thirteenth Master couldn't stop laughing and was extremely happy, and his right hand slapped violently in the void.

boom!

Under this palm, the fishing boat flew out of thin air, passing through the heavy rain like an arrow. In an instant, after jumping dozens of miles, he landed on the shore with a bang.

Lin Yun's body trembled slightly, and he almost fell while holding the fishing rod.

Master Thirteen laughed again and said, "Let me handle this beast. After ten years of raising it, it's time to slaughter it."

As soon as the voice fell, the king of snow dragon fish, like a dragon, fell into the hands of Thirteen Masters.

Now this snow dragon fish is full of treasures.

Fish scales can be used to make battle armor, fish bones can be used to make wine, fish meat can nourish the body and increase blood energy, and the dragon horns on the head can be used to forge bone soldiers... But the most valuable thing belongs to this fish king. A pair of eyeballs and demon pills.

According to Thirteen Masters, this fish king already has a hint of dragon nature, and his eyes can barely be called dragon eyes.

As for the demon pill, there is no need to say much.

In the past ten years, he has swallowed countless Zifu demon pills, and his own demon pills have long since been refined.

In addition, snow dragon fish itself is a great tonic, which is extremely rare and rare.

Lin Yun was thoughtful, but when he suddenly saw something, he laughed.

Thirteenth Master, who was busy dealing with the fish corpse, glanced at it and said, "Boy, why are you laughing?"

"I remembered something. I feel that Master Thirteen is very similar to a senior?"

"Who?"

"Jiange Pavilion Master, he watched flowers for ten years, but he was cut with a sword in the end. Thirteen masters raised fish for ten years, and finally killed it. Thinking about it, it is really similar."

Lin Yun still had something to say in his heart, both of them had weird temperaments.

The words are very stinging, with an unforgiving mouth, it is difficult to get along with outsiders.

But the two of them, deep in their hearts, are both in the mood. Compared with some old people with deep scheming and scheming, it is a little more pure.

"Am I like him?"

The Thirteenth Master was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Sometimes, it's really similar, but don't mention this old guy in front of me next time. Well, here's this stuff for you, I think you're exhausted now. , you don't have any resources on your body."

As he spoke, Master Thirteen threw a demon pill over.

Whoa!

It is said to be a demon pill, but there is no demonic energy at all. It is crystal clear, dazzling, and exudes a spiritual energy.

There is no suffocation at all, which is very surprising.

But the moment it landed in the palm of his hand, it sank suddenly, and the majestic and powerful spiritual energy in it felt as thick as a mountain.

Lin Yun said in surprise: "There is no evil spirit at all."

The Thirteenth Master said coldly: "That's natural, although the snow dragon fish is a beast, it is also a psychic thing. With its refined demon pill, it can completely refine impurities, leaving only the purest sun in the world. Moon essence."

"Master Thirteen, you raised this for yourself, right?"

"I don't like this little toy. But don't rush to refine it, come with me!"

The Thirteenth Master showed disdain, his voice fell, and he walked towards the depths of the Buried Sword Forest.

Lin Yun was puzzled in his heart, and after collecting the fish dragon demon pill, he followed closely.

Before he knew it, he came to the core of the Sword Burial Forest, where he once realized the sword intent.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, every step of the killing intent, the sharp sword intent contained in the wind.

A slight disturbance, a grass or a tree, can kill.

"You should have doubts in your heart, where is the gap between your half-step Innate Sword Intent and the real Innate Sword Intent."

The Thirteenth Master turned his back to Lin Yun and said lightly.

Lin Yun paused in his heart, this was indeed his doubt.

Right now, his half-step Innate Sword Intent is no different from the complete Innate Sword Intent in terms of quantity. In simple terms, it can be compared to the difference between a bucket of water and a bucket of ice.

"Where is the gap?" Lin Yun asked anxiously.

"You have to find your own sword. According to Buddhism, you can see your true self."

The Thirteenth Master turned around and said softly: "What you are learning now, Dragon Tiger Fist and Shuiyue Swordsmanship were created by predecessors. No matter what realm you cultivate to, you are still someone else. Use it for your own use, it’s not your own after all.”

Lin Yun seemed to have realized something, and pondered: "Master Thirteen is saying, I created my own sword?"

"It's best to be able to create your own, but even if you can't create it yourself, as long as you can see what kind of sword your own sword is, it won't be too far from the innate sword intent." The Thirteenth Master said lightly: "With your own sword. Comprehension will come to this point sooner or later, but you want to be enlightened in front of Zifu. You cannot doom unless you take some dangerous paths. With your current state, if you want to continue walking in the Dragon Gate Competition, you will surely die. If you die, it's better to go first in my picture of the burial sword

Once. "

"Burning sword map?"

"That's right, you and I are both in this Sword Burial Forest. This secret realm itself is a painting. Back then, when the ancestor of the sword pavilion, Jian Wuming, broke into the High Heaven Sword Pavilion, he left two pictures, a picture of the Heavenly Sword, A picture of a burial sword."

The Thirteenth Master said with a cold expression: "The sword burial map, as the name suggests, burying swords also bury people, and if you are not careful, you will die in it."

Click!

Seeing that the Thirteenth Master condensed a mysterious handprint, the wind was blowing in the Sword Burial Forest, and the sky suddenly sank. A distorted space gap, accompanied by strong winds, appeared in Lin Yun's field of vision.

The distorted space crack is like an entrance to a mysterious world. From time to time, electric light flashes through it, sending out the meaning of a piercing sword, and it comes out from the world in the entrance.

"Is there a picture of the buried sword inside?"

Lin Yun looked at the twisted gap and felt the terrifying fluctuations in it, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Compared with the Heavenly Sword Picture, the breath in this Buried Sword Picture is heart-pounding.

"Master Thirteen, you seem to know that I won't refuse?" Lin Yun said softly.

"You boy carries so much hatred, do you have a choice?"

Yes, he really had no choice.

Lin Yun remembered the fish dragon demon pill just now, and seemed to understand something, and said, "The demon pill just now..."

"That's right, it's for your kid's life. It can't really let you die in it. In a desperate situation, refining this fish dragon demon pill is enough to make you quit."

The Thirteenth Master said expressionlessly, without seeing the slightest disturbance.

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, and his figure flashed and swept in.

When he passed through the gap, he encountered some obstacles, but he was immediately broken by his sword intent.

If it is an ordinary martial artist, the sword intent has not reached his realm, and it is not so easy to break it easily.

The moment he rushed into the sword burial map, Lin Yun felt that the space was wriggling, like an ancient monster entrenched in the void, which made people feel fearful.

boom!

When he completely passed through this gap, he could clearly feel that the light in his field of vision gradually dimmed. Immediately afterwards, the roaring sword intent turned into streaks of lightning, resounding overwhelmingly.

There was a look of surprise in Lin Yun's eyes. In front of him was a vast space, and the dark clouds gathered in the space and kept rolling.

And that black cloud, pure broken is formed by the condensed sword intent, and the thunder light that the black cloud collided with was all a sharp and unparalleled sword intent. Thunder gathered and brewed in the cloud, and the lightning like a silver python continued to erupt, piercing the void, and fell fiercely.

Between heaven and earth, there is a spiritual energy mixed with sword intent. In this space, everything seems to be made of sword intent, pure and violent, full of murderous aura.

Burial sword map!

Such a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere does not have its name wronged, and I don't know how many people have buried swords here.

In the air, there are many ancient stone platforms floating. In the flickering figure, Lin Yun randomly landed on a stone platform.

The stone platform should be for those who enter this place to practice.

but……

"The Heavenly Sword Diagram is divided into nine layers, and this Buried Sword Diagram should be no exception. The first layer is a world. The further you go, the more trouble you will encounter, but the greater the opportunity."

Lin Yun thoughtfully stared at the thunderclouds in the sky.

"Try it."

After a little hesitation, Lin Yun unfolded his movements and rushed towards the depths of the thunderclouds in the sky.

With his current realm, the thunder that was derived from the sword intent in the sky, although ferocious and frightening, has not been taken too seriously by him.

Cultivation here should not have the effect of tempering.

The seven mysterious steps unfolded, and he jumped on a stone platform, and in a moment, he came to the depths of the thundercloud.

After smashing the falling sword intent thunder, the scene in front of Lin Yun's eyes dispersed like fog, and he had easily reached the second floor of this sword burial map.

The scene on the second floor is almost the same as that on the first floor, except that the thunder cloud transformed by the sword intent in the sky is even more violent.

Shaking his head, Lin Yun continued to rush forward.

In less than half an hour, he passed three levels in a flash and came to the fourth floor of the Sword Burial Map.

In the fourth floor, in addition to the thunder transformed by sword intent, there is also a storm condensed by sword intent, whizzing past from time to time. In the sky, lightning and thunder, countless silver pythons slashed across, illuminating this dark world as bright as daylight.

After a little sense, Lin Yun's face changed slightly. Before the dark clouds in the fourth floor approached, he felt a sense of fear.

"It's almost...it should be the limit of what I can bear."

With a flash, he landed in mid-air, on an ancient stone platform that was floating.

There are ancient traces engraved on the stone platform, like spiritual patterns and sword marks, which cannot be distinguished.

When he came to the center of the stone platform, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Sword buryer, please draw your sword."

Reaching out his hand, the sword box behind him opened, and Lin Yun did not hesitate to pull out the radiant, unparalleled burial foil sword.

rock!

The sword came out of his hand, and with a humming sound, it was inserted on the stone platform. Just when there was a little doubt, in the sky, a bolt of lightning fell on the burial foil sword.

A faint sword light appeared on the ancient stone platform, as if it had awakened from an ancient beast, emitting a suppressed roar, filled with endless sword power.

boom!

When the thunder light dissipated, his burial foil sword had finally entered the stone platform, and only a sword shadow shrouded him.

"When buried in the sword platform, the sword is broken, and the sword is broken." When he sat cross-legged, a metal-like, cold and ruthless voice sounded again in his ears.