Chapter 1122

The next full moon night will be seven days away.

Lin Yun was not in a hurry, and immediately went to the Cangxuan Demon Realm, and he had to prepare a little before going.

At least they can't make the same mistake again, giving people a chance to hurt themselves in Xiaoyin's sword intent.

Thinking about it right now, the first battle was really dangerous.

If the Thunderbolt Demon Sword was a little stronger, and his finger could not injure him, he might be the one who died.

The Yinyue Mask can save him once, but not the second time in a row.

And this Thunderbolt Demon Sword actually still has the identity of a disciple of Xuantian Sect. In the Demon Realm, there are more unforeseen risks.

Lin Yun thought for a moment, and told Xiao Bingfeng about the flaws in Ziyuan Feiwuqu and Ziyuan Sword Art, as well as the bottleneck of Yu Jian with Xiao.

Xiao Bingfeng said with a smile: "This is normal, the Ziyuan Sword Saint has personally seen the 10,000-year snowfall on the endless ice plain of the extremely cold sea, and he created the score himself. The true score of the Ziyuan Sword Art is Hundred Birds. Chaofeng, this emperor has already told you."

"Hundred birds facing the phoenix!"

A look of helplessness flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. He had already obtained the music score of Hundred Birds Chaofeng in Xiao Bingfeng's hands.

But I can't really play it out, and the real mood contained in the song can't really go up in one breath.

Lin Yun suspected that this had nothing to do with his attainments in the way of rhythm, but might have something to do with the Heaven-reaching Sword Intent that he was stuck in the bottleneck.

Only after truly mastering the Fourth Grade Sword Intent, can you play the Hundred Birds toward the Phoenix.

But the fourth-grade sword intent is as difficult as reaching the sky.

Lin Yun's kendo talent can be said to be the evildoer among the evildoers, and he still feels a lot of difficulties.

He couldn't see a trace of fur, and there was always a scorching sword in the center of his eyebrows, but this mysterious feeling always passed in a flash.

Like quicksand, it can be seen and even held, but it always slips away from the fingers.

It can be expected that for a long time, his sword intent will be trapped in the realm of heaven.

"You want to make your strength grow by leaps and bounds in a short period of time. There are only two ways. One is to break through the cultivation base to Xingjun. With your background, once you enter Xingjun, you will at least be at the peak of Xingyuan Realm."

Xiao Bingfeng analyzed it for him: "At that time, with the Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords and the Floating Cloud Sword Art, it will be enough to easily deal with a master at the level of the Thunder Demon Sword."

This is the most direct method, and it will not be difficult.

As long as he is willing, Lin Yun can now refine the Star God Pill in his hand and directly break through the Star King in one fell swoop.

It will take up to three days without the slightest risk.

His current background is very terrifying, even if he breaks through Xingjun, he is far stronger than ordinary people. The battle of boasting realm will be quite easy, at least in the Floating Cloud Sword Sect, there will be no disciples who can be his opponents.

Not as strong as Ye Ziling.

But he had already made up his mind to cultivate into the Seven Flowers Gathering Peak and reach the limit of the Heavenly Soul Realm. Now in the sea of ​​​​qi, he has only planted six star demon flowers, and it is impossible for him to attack Xingjun.

"What about the second way..."

Lin Yun denied the first method and asked.

Xiao Bingfeng smiled and said: "The second method is not so easy. With Xiao Yujian, Yujian will kill the enemy after all, but if your sword has encountered a bottleneck now, then Yuxiao Yujian will also encounter a bottleneck. "

"so?"

Lin Yun just asked, his eyes flashed brightly, and he immediately understood what the other party meant.

Xiao Bingfeng said, "The way of rhythm is also a kind of martial arts. Your swordsmanship can comprehend the will of martial arts, and the way of rhythm can naturally master the will of martial arts."

Lin Yun had already understood what she meant. Sword Intent encountered a bottleneck and could not break through for a long time.

It is time to break through in terms of rhythm, and in a short period of time, the strength will also be improved a lot.

"There are five tones, Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng (zhi), and Yu. There are twelve laws, from low to high Huangzhong, Dalu, Taicuo, Jiazhong, Guxi, Zhonglu, Ruibin, Lin Zhong, Yi Ze, Nan Lu, Wu She, Ying Zhong."

Xiao Bingfeng shook her head, said in a succinct manner, and said with a smile: "You are only familiar with the five tones, you don't understand the twelve laws, and you don't know, the five tones correspond to the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, soil, and the twelve laws are also divided. Yin and Yang, odd numbers are yang, even numbers are yin, and each law has its corresponding time and year.”

"The way of sound and rhythm includes the five elements of yin and yang, the rising of the sun and the moon, the formation of stars and places, the changes of the heavens and the earth, and the truth of the world, all of which are contained in it. The great sound and the sound, the great road has no shape!"

Lin Yun was stunned and shocked. Although he knew that the way of rhythm was majestic and vast, he didn't expect it to be so complicated and mysterious.

"I thought I could be considered proficient in rhythm, but I didn't expect to be just a layman..." Lin Yun sighed softly after a while.

Xiao Bingfeng said with a smile: "You have a lot of knowledge. Besides, you are a layman. The way of rhythm is different from the way of swordsmanship. But err."

"But if you are vulgar and elegant, as soon as you enter this way, you will speak the voice of the prince, above the prince, the voice of the sages, above the sages, the voice of the emperor, and above the emperor is the voice of the dragon!"

Princes, sages, emperors, dragons!

Lin Yun's eyes flickered, which was equivalent to the grade of Sword Intent, but there was a big difference.

This path is ethereal, and it is extremely difficult to get started, but once mastered, it will be extremely powerful. The repertoire played is outstanding, but it stands out from the crowd, like a king who splits the earth and seals the nobility.

The way of rhythm, even a little bit out of the way of martial arts, is both integrated and independent, which is really mysterious.

"On top of the dragon, there is the legendary Supreme Immortal Yin!"

Xiao Bingfeng's pouting face showed a smug look, and said with a smile: "The so-called divine dragon does not just refer to the divine dragon, but refers to the top ten divine birds in the world. This emperor was born with the voice of the divine dragon! Now I know why this emperor was born. The xiao sound played is stronger than you. Even if this emperor's strength is slightly damaged now, he is more than 108,000 miles stronger than you."

Just a little damaged?

Lin Yun smiled and said, "You never told me this before."

Xiao Bingfeng murmured in her heart, who knew that you, like a pervert, would cultivate to such an exaggerated level with Xiao Yujian in such a short period of time.

"Because you are too stupid, you are not in the realm, and you don't understand what this emperor said."

Xiao Bingfeng pouted, said dutifully, and then laughed again: "You come to be this emperor's servant, follow this emperor, and this emperor can teach you."

She looked at Lin Yun with a smile, and waited for the other party to beg him.

Lin Yun blinked and said with a smile, "It seems that you haven't suffered enough in Ye Ziling's hands."

Xiao Bingfeng's arrogance immediately went down, and she whispered in a low voice: "This emperor will teach you, what's the point of asking what the devil is doing? It's fierce."

"Okay, let's start with Tutian the Great."

Lin Yun laughed softly.

Xiao Bingfeng glared at Lin Yun angrily and explained reluctantly, but once she opened her mouth, she spoke very seriously.

Especially the division of the sounds of the five products, the sounds of princes, the sounds of saints, the sounds of great emperors, and the sounds of dragons.

As for Xianyin, it was a legend, according to Xiao Bingfeng's explanation. No one in the world can play the celestial sound except the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Fragrance. Once it can be played, the divine bird, the phoenix, the bird and the real dragon can be easily controlled.

After that, she began to teach Lin Yun the twelve rhythms, as well as the relationship between the rhythm and the five elements of yin and yang, the complexity of which is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Lin Yun listened intently, and asked from time to time.

He originally thought that his cultivation and kendo were the bottlenecks at the moment, so he would use Yin Yujian to get through this bottleneck period of kendo's decline.

When you break through the fourth-grade sword intent, you don't care.

But I didn't expect that the way of rhythm is so magical, and the mysterious way is no worse than the way of kendo.

Let him change his mind, perhaps by analogy, he can break the myth that no one in the Kunlun world can do it. Before entering Xingjun, master the Fourth Grade Sword Intent!

...

While Lin Yun was cultivating the way of rhythm, the Thunderbolt Demon Sword also stepped on the edge of the Cangxuan Demon Realm.

He was seriously wounded, almost half dead, and hung with one breath.

On the way, he took a lot of healing holy medicines, and he managed to stop the injury, but Lin Yun's finger left the sword intent in his body. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it successfully. The strong will contained in the sword intent was unimaginable.

Far surpassing his martial dao will, it was the Great Perfection of the Heaven-reaching Sword Intent, which was close to the fourth-grade sword intent.

In addition, he was injured by the might of the Holy Soldier before, and the injury is so serious that he will not be able to deal with anyone for at least two months.

"hateful!"

Leng Ao Ran tried again for a while, and had to admit that he really couldn't shake the opponent's sword intent now.

Even if the strength is restored to its peak, it will take at least half a month to expel the opponent's sword intent from the body.

It is also the Sword Intent to the Heavens, the opponent's Sword Intent is much stronger than Ye Ziling. If Ye Ziling's Sword Intent is a mountain stream, then the Heavenly Sword Intent of Burial Playboy is the roaring river in the vast land.

No, it is the endless ocean, the gap between the two is too great.

He hid at the edge of the Demon Realm for two days, and after two days at least no injuries could be seen from the outside, he finally set foot in the Cangxuan Demon Realm.

Over the years, he has roamed the Cangxuan Palace, and he has offended many people. If he is recognized, the consequences will be disastrous.

Even if he was an evil cultivator, he wouldn't set foot in a place like Demon Realm if it wasn't necessary.

Except for some huge forces rooted in the Demon Realm, other evil cultivators cannot guarantee safety in this Demon Realm. There are no rules at all here. There should not be too many examples of fighting each other if they disagree with each other.

Even if he is in the Demon Realm now, it is not safe for him, and even more dangerous.

In two days, he believed that the news that he was injured by the funeral dude had already spread throughout the Demon Realm, and even the entire Cangxuan Palace knew.

No one can save his life unless he is good at some major forces.

But if this is the case, the holy spear in his hand has to be handed over obediently, and he is naturally unwilling.

The entire Demon Territory is always shrouded in a layer of darkness, with a faint gray fog floating in the air, and the evil spirit permeates the fog.

Leng arrogantly covered his face, his eyes burst out with cold killing intent, and those eyes were quite bluffing.

He had a plan in his heart, and after half an hour, he came to a huge and magnificent building.

The three bloody ancient characters of Tianxing Pavilion were written on the building, which seemed extremely evil, and the strange sign made the whole building look dark.

Darkness and splendor are intertwined, making this Tianxing Pavilion form a strange contrast.

Half an hour later, he saw the pavilion owner of Tianxing Pavilion, a chubby middle-aged man. A pair of eyes flashing with extremely shrewd eyes, when the eyes are narrowed, it makes people shudder.

The background of Tianxing Pavilion is powerful and mysterious. It is said that the stars in the sky can be picked and sold for money. This is a place to do business.

But in the Demon Realms everywhere, no one dared to provoke them.

The middle-aged fat man squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Ben Lei Demon Sword, this is not the first time you and I have dealt with each other. I can't recognize you if you cover your face?"

"The pavilion master really has these eyes, who in the world can hide it? I'm just injured, and it's inconvenient for the public to show up." Leng proudly took off his mask and said calmly.

The middle-aged fat man said with a smile: "There are many people who want to kill you now. Our friendship is a friendship, but Tianxing Pavilion is a place for business after all. I have no obligation to take you in, and I will not touch you. After all, there are some friendships, and you go out. Just fine."

Leng Ao Ran cursed in his heart, they have a fart friendship, this fat man is notoriously ruthless.

If he really gets out of this door, the other party will sell it in a blink of an eye.

"I'm here to find you, take a photo of a baby, you let me stay in the Tianxing Pavilion for two months." Leng Ao Ran took out the silver holy spear named Wang Hook from the storage bag without waiting for the other party to speak.

The middle-aged fat man's eyes brightened, he took it over, kept playing, and said with admiration: "So the rumor is true, you really got a holy weapon!"

Leng proudly looked at the opponent's hand, and when he touched the holy soldier, he felt disgusted, and said lightly, "How?"

Fatty smiled and said, "Look at what you said? What kind of friendship do we have between the two of us, haven't all of your goods been taken from me over the years? In this way, three days later, on the fifteenth of this month, I will auction it for you. "

"How much commission do you charge?" Leng Ao Ran said indifferently, ignoring Fatty's hypocrisy.

The fat man smiled and stretched out a finger.

"One percent?"

Leng Ao Ran's eyes flashed with anger, this fat man really has a dark heart, the more valuable the treasure, the smaller the commission rate.

If the holy soldiers were put up for auction, it would undoubtedly cause a sensation in the Cangxuan Palace. At that time, he didn't know what the sky-high price would be, and he actually charged 10% of the commission.

"I'm talking about half of it."

Fatty smiled and said softly, "It's fine if you don't want to. You can leave, and I won't stop you. Anyway, the Tianxingge family is not the only one doing business in the Cangxuan Demon Domain."

shit!

Leng and arrogant vomiting blood, can he go? I'm afraid I'll be killed if I go out.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Deal!"

The middle-aged fat man restrained the smile on his face a lot, looked up and said with a smile: "You are a smart person, otherwise you would not have been able to live for so long. From now on, your life will be protected by the Tianxing Pavilion!"

There was a hint of chill in Fatty's tone, but those words were unquestionable and made Leng Ao Ran a little calmer.

No one dared to make trouble in the Tianxing Pavilion, and all the troublemakers died.

Without exception!