Chapter 473

In a word, never give up!

After hearing the heroic laughter of the two old men, Lin Yun also showed a smile on his face, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

It takes a lot of courage to say these words to two super-powerhouses in the Heavenly Soul Realm.

But the heart of a young man is a million sincerity.

If one day, the two elders need his help, the swords and flames will definitely die.

"The pavilion master said it well, don't rush to leave. Dragon Gate Great Competition, my strength has been promoted too fast, and my foundation is unstable. After repeated battles, many gains have not yet been digested, and I have to think about it carefully."

After Lin Yun whispered a few words to himself, he walked to a secluded place at will, took out the futon and sat cross-legged.

boom!

With the operation of the Ziyuan Sword Art, the spiritual energy of the four directions of the world continuously poured into the body.

Accompanied by the ice crystal-like purple irises in the dantian opening quietly, ten profound veins surged their majestic and domineering purple true essence in an instant.

The thick True Essence riots in the body like a volcano, and the crystal clear True Essence contains a sharp and sharp sword intent.

Lin Yun could feel that his whole body was filled with explosive power.

With just one thought, a power that surpasses the ordinary Purple Mansion can instantly erupt, which is extremely terrifying. Now, facing the ordinary elders of Zifu in the sect, if there is no accident, he must have at least a 60% chance of winning.

Such a terrifying cultivation base, everything naturally comes from the three original cultivation bases left by Protector Mei.

In addition, it has a great relationship with the Ziyuan Sword Art that he cultivated himself.

After all, it is the golden age of ancient times, and the Ziyuan sword art that traverses the world has left a precious inheritance.

How cherish?

Rare in the world!

However, this sword technique, after being promoted to the ninth level, if one cannot advance to the Purple Palace, the sword technique will always be stuck in the ninth level and cannot be cultivated.

It's like he doesn't enter Xuanwu, he can only cultivate the sixth level in front of him.

Even the ancient swordsmanship has strict threshold requirements, otherwise it will be blindly surpassed. Just like the eldest prince, it is normal to practice earth-level exercises across borders. If you are a little careless, you will go crazy.

It's just too difficult to be promoted to Zifu.

The so-called Purple Mansion is to condense one's own true essence into a liquid, and open up a Purple Mansion at the Dantian. How difficult is it to condense true essence into a liquid, and it is even more difficult to condense all of it into a liquid.

Every impact has a huge failure rate.

Once they fail, they will suffer from the backlash of their true essence, and in severe cases, their cultivation will even go backwards. If you are not sure, don't try it lightly.

Anyone who breaks through the Purple Mansion will be like Bai Lixuan, whose roots are against the sky. Either get a fortuitous encounter, a coincidence, or inherit the power of the hegemony, and have the elders' great guidance.

Otherwise, you can only rely on time to slowly grind, and there will always be breakthroughs in ten or twenty years.

Zifu is a very important hurdle.

After being promoted to half-step Zifu, if you can't be promoted to Zifu within three years, there is basically no hope of being promoted to Tianshou in this life.

The main point is that if you find an opportunity, you still have to ask Jian Xuanhe for advice.

Looking inside, in the mysterious space at the dantian, there are two ferocious spirits, which are very terrifying.

Qiongqi, Candle Dragon!

The birth of Qiong Qi and Fierce Soul surprised Lin Yun a little after mastering the Innate Sword Intent. The "broken sword" spirit was pulled out an inch again, and a chain was broken at the same time.

At the moment when the chain was completely broken, the Qiongqi and Fierce Soul appeared for no reason.

Outsiders all know that his martial spirits are these two peerless murderous spirits, but only Lin Yun knows it.

Its real martial spirit is the "broken sword" that is mysteriously sealed in chains. Whether it is Qiongqi or Zhulong, they are all associated martial arts.

He is quite curious now, what exactly is the origin of this "broken sword", and it needs eight peerless evil spirits to seal it.

Unfortunately, with his current strength, the moment when Duanjian was born was still a little too far away.

Right now, being promoted to Zifu is enough to give him a headache.

Time passed in silence.

Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, practiced quietly.

After the Ziyuan Sword Art was promoted to the ninth level, it was completely different from the previous eighth level. The meridian route opened up by the true essence was more than ten times more complicated. Many hidden meridians and acupuncture points are like many rivers converging, forming a whirlpool that turns hundreds of times.

Now, all Lin Yun has to do is to use the ninth level of sword art to complete the Zhou Tian Great Cycle and condense his own majestic and powerful true essence.

Take the sword energy contained in Ziyuan's true essence a step further, and even reach the existence that is comparable to the sword energy itself.

However, with the current complexity of the Ziyuan Sword Art, it is not easy to complete a big Zhoutian cycle.

At some point, sweat appeared on his forehead. This was the first time he officially practiced since he was promoted to the ninth level of sword art. Before the Dragon Gate Competition, he fought all the way, but there was no time for him to practice.

call!

I don't know how long it has passed, the purple real essence in his body has a white line. This white line seems to be real, and when it flickers occasionally, a dazzling sword light erupts, as dazzling as the morning sun.

Lin Yun slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were a little tired, and he let out a foul breath.

"The ninth-level Ziyuan Sword Art should be comparable to ordinary earth-level exercises, or even better. However, the difficulty of cultivation should not be underestimated. Just one big week took me three days. "

The ninth level of sword art is also a crucial hurdle for Ziyuan sword art.

But when the flower blooms, the purple iris flower is reversed, and his true essence skyrockets. With the improvement of the sword technique, after reaching the peak of the ninth level, the purple kite sword formation can be derived.

According to the records of the sword art, at the tenth level, it was possible to summon the Zibing Yuanque with the sword formation, showing the might of the ancient ice phoenix. To the thirteenth level, you can cultivate the purple kite holy fire, the holy fire, and burn the eight wastes... When the sixteenth level is complete, you can refine the sword box on your back.

Another three days passed, and Lin Yun, Xin Yan and the others returned to the main sect of the Jiange Pavilion.

In the next time, he practiced the Ziyuan Sword Art at night, condensed his true essence, and strengthened his sword strength. That looming white awn is becoming more and more real and visible, and the quality of true essence is increasing day by day.

During the day, he practiced swordsmanship, and refined the Shuiyue swordsmanship with innate sword intent.

Today, he practiced the Shuiyue swordsmanship, like a high school student doing a primary school student's problem, which is too easy.

It has nothing to do with his own realm, mainly because he has mastered the complete innate sword intent, and the spiritual level swordsmanship is completely unable to satisfy his kendo perception.

Five days later, by the cliff of Luojia Mountain.

On the cliff, the sea of ​​clouds churned.

There is a figure on the ground, flickering and moving, the sword emerges without a shadow, like flowing clouds and flowing water. Occasionally the sword light flickered, like a ghost, without warning. The reckless sword stance, along with the dancing sword light, is like a vast expanse of smoke and water, shrouding an endless lakeside.

"Light of the Bright Moon!"

Suddenly, Lin Yun's body suddenly froze, and a dazzling sword light suddenly erupted from the burial foil sword. The dazzling brilliance, under the illumination, will make the boundless sea of ​​​​clouds sparkling, like a setting sun as vast and spectacular.

"Frosty and cold!"

The young man swept his gaze, his gaze followed the sword body, pointing straight ahead, the sword body was humming and trembling. The endless chill swept out, and almost in an instant, the vast sea of ​​​​clouds was frozen.

At first glance, a glacier appeared suddenly in the sky, which looked very strange.

Mirror flower water moon!

Lin Yun's figure swayed, and nine afterimages changed, the real and the fake, the fake and the real. The Shuiyue sword stance suddenly climbed to its peak, and the boundless sword stance became illusory and ethereal, like a flower in the water, like the moon in a mirror, giving people an elusive and elusive feeling.

When the afterimages overlapped, Lin Yun swung out a sword.

The 100-meter-high cliff on the opposite side was cut in half by this sword.

Click!

When he stood with his sword in hand, the huge cliff like a hill slid down like a building block and slammed into the frozen clouds.

Boom!

The ice block shattered, and there was a loud noise, and the boundless swords scattered, forming an extremely strong wind. Hula la, kept blowing to and fro, putting the young man in a green shirt, and the blowing sound of hunting.

"Lin... Cloud..."

A gray-clothed deacon who broke in was stunned when he saw this scene, and his voice trembled with fright.

This... is this really only the realm of half-step Zifu?

That young man in a green shirt and the sound of hunting, the sharpness on his body makes people look up, and it is difficult to even breathe.

Lin Yun put the sword back into its sheath, the sword intent scattered all over his body, and the bright light that bloomed in the depths of his eyes also restrained.

The gray-clothed deacon breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure plummeted.

"What's the matter?"

Lin Yun stepped forward and asked.

The gray-clothed deacon was stunned for a moment before he woke up and said, "It was Protector Mei who ordered me to come here. He is waiting for you in the sect hall. I don't know exactly when."

"Thank you."

Lin Yun is thinking, Protector Mei is looking for me?

Before, Jian Xuanhe said that he would give him a big gift, and wanted to come to Protector Mei to find him related to this matter.

At the moment, don't dare to neglect, and set off quickly.

"Senior Brother Lin!"

"I've seen Senior Brother Lin!"

"Hello Senior Brother Lin!"

Along the way, the Jiange disciples encountered along the way, both men and women, called him Senior Brother Lin, with great respect in their tone.

Longmen Grand Competition, he is proud of the heroes, and now he is famous in the Qin Dynasty, and everyone knows it.

He has won such honor for the sword pavilion, and is naturally respected, and even the elders look at him very differently.

"Now Senior Brother Lin is a legend of the Great Qin Empire. He has mastered the complete Innate Sword Intent before entering the Purple Mansion, and he is proud of the heroes. I am afraid that the top of the previous Dragon Gate competitions cannot be compared with him. How far can he grow in the future? , I really don't dare to think about it."

"Yeah, Senior Brother's light is so dazzling, it completely covers up the light of the other young masters. Longmen is still hotter than the past so many days, I can't believe it."

"There's no way, senior brother came out of hell, who can be comparable to him in the previous rankings?"

...

There were constant discussions in the distance, and the expressions of many disciples looking at Lin Yun were full of reverence.

The gray-clothed deacon who accompanied him was also cautious and did not dare to be slighted.

"Lin Yun, I see that you have been cultivating for the past few days. There is something you may not know."

The gray-clothed deacon suddenly sounded and said with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Lin Yun asked curiously.

"Five days later, it will be the enthronement ceremony of Princess Fenghua. She will become the first female emperor in the history of the Qin Empire, which is also a big event."

Lin Yun's footsteps slammed, and he stopped, looking at the blue silk wrapped around his little finger, a thick doubt flashed in his eyes. Princess Fenghua, who are you?