Chapter 1512

A bright moon shines in the sky, and the Hengduan Bridge is full of water and snow.

Who knows that my heart is like a moon, and whoever laughs is the person in the painting.

After Mu Xuankong left, Lin Yun lay on the lake, looked up at the white clouds in the sky and muttered to himself, this is the poem Yu Qingfeng left behind when he left that day.

This is Yu Qingfeng's creation left to him, countless pictures, countless sword lights, and countless figures.

After listening to Mu Xuankong's explanation about Yu Qingfeng, Lin Yun was even more curious about the existence of Yu Qingfeng, what kind of person he was.

Obviously, a sword broke the two peaks of the sword sect, but the sword sect can exist now, and is not eroded by the Shenlong Empire, still relying on the sword he left behind.

Because this ancient wilderness was shot down by the Sword Emperor back then, even if he left.

The Shenlong Empire was also afraid of his prestige and did not dare to move around. After Yaoguang was born, he guarded the ancient realm for more than 2,000 years, and did not let the holy places outside the ancient times interfere.

The Southern Emperor fell, the Demon Emperor created the Emperor Demon Domain, the Sword Emperor ran away, and the Empress dominated the Shenlong Empire.

The remaining five emperors have a delicate relationship.

Now this Divine Dragon Era is really interesting. Lin Yun lay lazily on the water, his hands resting on his head, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Since the fifth-grade sword intent cannot be forced... then refine the Netherworld Sacred Flower!"

Lin Yun stood up and took out the Netherworld Sacred Flower from the storage bracelet.

boom!

When the Netherworld Sacred Flower was taken out, the twelve-petal Netherworld flower in Lin Yun's body immediately burst into light, and the Netherworld Sword in the stamen was even more trembling.

Buzz!

A wisp of black ghostly aura seeped out from Lin Yun's pores, looking like a smoky haze.

At the same time, there are also wisps of fragrance released.

It's obviously black magic smoke, but at first glance it doesn't feel evil, but some kind of tranquility to the extreme beauty.

Mysterious, quiet.

Perhaps this is the Divine Sky Sword Art, the real meaning, death is a sad thing, but the moment of death may be as gorgeous and beautiful as fireworks.

If it is integrated with the beauty of life again, it may be the artistic conception of reincarnation in the legend.

It's just that Lin Yun is in the depths, he can't see this picture, and he can't understand it right now.

"Hee hee, what a good thing!"

Lin Yun's eyes showed a hot color, and his face was full of joy.

After returning from the Dragon Dragon Star Realm, apart from the divine keel that had been refined, Lin Yun was the most concerned about it.

The other holy fruits that increase the cultivation base and the will of the martial arts did not make Lin Yun care too much. After all, the improvement of the sword intention was not great, and the cultivation base could not improve in a short period of time.

The Netherworld Sacred Flower is different!

"Let's refine it directly. The Divine Firmament Sword Art should be able to take this opportunity to advance to the fourth level...or directly to the fifth level."

Lin Yun whispered to himself, full of confidence in this ghostly holy flower.

Within the Sword Sect, the Divine Sky Sword Art is the most difficult to cultivate among the major sword art, and even in the later stages of the Dragon Vein Realm, many people cannot cultivate to the fifth level.

Therefore, most people in Shenxiao Peak will choose other exercises. Over time, the five peaks of Jianzong have become the weakest of Shenxiao.

hiss!

Lin Yun took off a petal, swallowed it directly in his mouth and chewed it, and then tore off the second piece.

Soon the twelve pieces of the Netherworld Sacred Flower were all swallowed by Lin Yun, and Lin Yun ate the Netherworld Sacred Flower directly into his body by refining the holy fruit.

This is the most primitive method, rough and violent, but also simple and direct.

Boom!

In an instant, Lin Yun's body was filled with unimaginable and unimaginable power, and black energy rushed through his body like rivers.

That kind of power overturned the river and the sea, and Lin Yun's body became like a victory that was about to erupt at any time.

Bang!

A black dark mysterious light was sprayed directly from his eyes, and the life was completely extinguished wherever it passed, and the air seemed to be burned through.

The dark and ugly "hole" left behind shocked Lin Yun.

His face changed slightly, forcibly suppressing the chaotic power of the netherworld, sitting cross-legged and hurriedly running the Divine Sky Sword Art.

Buzz!

With the guidance of Shenxiao Jianjue, the majestic power of the Netherworld Sacred Flower poured into the twelve-petalled Netherworld Flower.

Netherworld flowers seem to have vitality and become moist and thorough, as if flowers have received the most fertile nourishment in the world.

On the other hand, the sword of the netherworld in the stamens of the flower is even more terrifying, emitting a dazzling sword light.

Lin Yun took a deep breath, his mind was calm, and he ran the mental method of Shenxiao Jianjue over and over again.

The first level of the Divine Sky Sword Art!

The second level of the Divine Firmament Sword Art!

The third level of the Divine Sky Sword Art!

...

One time, two times, three times, and after ten times of operation, the ghostly power that was scurrying around in the body was gathered together and turned into a black river that wandered in the meridians.

In a short time, a small Zhoutian completed its operation, and after thirty-six operations, a large Zhoutian completed its operation.

Click!

There was a loud noise coming from Lin Yun within the body, like a dam bursting by the flood, and the power of the ghost suddenly multiplied.

The black sword light shrouded in Lin Yun's body instantly reached a gigantic 300 zhang, releasing an extremely terrifying nether sword power.

The fourth-layer bottleneck of Shenxiao Sword Art was broken!

Time passed, and before you knew it, another two hours passed.

The sword light on Lin Yun's body rose again, and the sword of ghosts shrouded his body reached a terrifying level that was close to a thousand feet.

He opened his eyes, and a vast sword power swept out, and a huge wave suddenly set off on Guanxian Lake.

The waves are as high as a mountain, and the water curtain is like a giant curtain, whizzing away, looking like a magnificent ocean wave.

Lin Yun exhaled in one breath, and the overwhelming power made this Immortal View Lake become as terrifying as the end of the day.

Fivefold!

Relying on the power of the Netherworld Sacred Flower, Lin Yun broke through the Divine Sky Sword Art to the fifth level in one breath.

If the news comes out, it will definitely shock Jianzong, which is a realm that people can't imagine.

"Happy! Hahahaha!"

Lin Yun got up and laughed loudly, only to feel that his whole body was full of joy and happiness to the point where it couldn't be added.

Bang bang bang!

His laughter was like thunder, and it exploded wildly between heaven and earth.

Then, with the squeezing of the lake water, the giant crater developed a terrifying vortex between the rotations.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of exaggerated waterspouts rose from the vast and boundless Guanxian Lake.

The monsters that originally existed in the lake were all stunned by this scene, and they all sank to the bottom of the lake and shivered for fear of affecting themselves.

"Hahaha!"

Lin Yun couldn't stop laughing, and after a long time, he just stopped.

His heart was full of pride, and all the depression he had accumulated before was swept away.

"Is this the swordsman?"

Lin Yun's eyes flickered, and he muttered to himself, vaguely feeling that his swordsmanship had improved a lot.

He had seen Mu Xuankong rush out of the Sword Sect with killing intent before, his heart was filled with depression, and with the arrival of the master clone, all kinds of helplessness almost overwhelmed him.

Even after talking with Uncle Chenguang, it is still difficult to let go.

It was only after seeing Mu Xuankong that he became cheerful, and now that his strength has greatly increased, he just felt so unhappy!

This is the swordsman!

It is only one breath to seek, and if one does not go well, everything will go wrong, and depression will become a disease.

Thinking about it now, under the circumstances of being unhappy before, rashly attacking the Sword Intent of the Sky Vault of Heaven is really the same behavior as courting death.

Master and the headmaster observed themselves for three days, and were they really afraid that something would happen to them?

I am the sky, the sword is the dome, and the sword is one.

Lin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to understand a little bit about what it meant to be the unity of the human and the sword.

Of course, the first six words are still confused and do not understand at all.

"What is a swordsman? It's enough to stay alive."

The corner of Lin Yun's mouth twitched into a smile, and his expression was extremely relaxed.

In the following time, Lin Yun concentrated on retreating on this Immortal Guanxian Lake, practicing the Nine Swords of Free and Easy during the day, and refining and activating the grip of the Azure Dragon at night, constantly extracting the potential of the Azure Dragon Divine Bone.

If there is still time, the Netherworld Flower cultivates the Divine Sword with a flick of the finger, a finger pops out, and the boundless sword shadow covers the sky.

The most important thing is that the flick of the sword can be linked with the sword of the netherworld. Using this secret technique to sacrifice the sword of the netherworld is a perfect fit! !

If you are tired, play a flute.

It is said that it is a closed-door and ascetic practice, but the life is very leisurely, and I don't feel hard at all.

Thirty days later.

Heaven and earth are profound and wild, wind, fire, thunder and ice, Xiaoyao Jiujian Lin Yun finally completed the practice of the first four swords.

Heavenly word swordsmanship, thirty-six swords and thirty-six days, the power of the sky is heavy, and the king is on the four seas.

Earth-character swordsmanship, the seventy-two swords are superimposed and accumulated layer by layer, and after reaching seventy-two times, it is enough to make people fall into the quagmire, unable to move, and even the more enemies, the easier it is to play.

Xuanzi Sword Art, a total of eighteen strokes, one stroke by one stroke, all of them are mysterious, unpredictable, eighteen sword shadows and eighteen movement techniques, each sword can make people disappear between heaven and earth, Unpredictable and unpredictable.

There are nine strokes in total, which are desolate and desolate, annihilating all things, and each sword is a vision that destroys vitality. Either fire rains from the sky, or the earth cracks, or a volcano erupts. In the end, everything becomes empty.

These four swords, Lin Yun, have all completed their cultivation, and each sword has reached the realm of subtlety.

As for the last four swords, it is relatively simple.

Each sword is a pure artistic conception, wind, fire, thunder, ice, each sword is a pure and ultimate ultimate move, combining the four martial arts attributes into four ancient handwritings, each word has the meaning of ordinary people. Unimaginable terror.

The intention is very simple, but it is much more difficult to cultivate.

Not only need the support of majestic cultivation, but also need to have a very high understanding of martial arts will.

Otherwise, no matter how advanced your kendo attainments are, you won't be able to write the words wind, fire, thunder, and ice. The purer and more powerful you are.

"The Profound Desolation of Heaven and Earth, Feng Huo Lei Bing... These four words happen to be the same as the names of the Eight Great Ancient Territories. I don't know if it is a coincidence."

Lin Yun put the sword back into its sheath and whispered to himself.

The Nine Swords of Xiaoyao was created by the Southern Emperor, and Lin Yun had a guess in his heart, which might have something to do with his experience in the nine ancient regions.

Among the Nine Emperors, the Southern Emperor is the strongest!

The last sword may be related to the strongest ancient domain, the ancient domain, and the last sword may be a holy word.

But I don't know why, Nandi deliberately erased this sword.

Something to do with his later years?

"Let's go out and try it first. After all, the swordsmanship must be mastered in the fight."

Lin Yun retracted his thoughts and planned to go to the back mountain of Jianzong to try the power of Shenxiao Jianjue and Xiaoyao Jiujian.