"Whew!"

A mouthful of illusory essence breathed out from Qin Lie's mouth and nose, light as mist, curling up, and finally hovering around Qin Lie's body, making it look like a dream.

Qin Lie sat in the center of the Great Sun, swallowing the essence qi, every pore of his body was breathing, as if he had a fresh life, an extremely mysterious breath rippled out from the inside out of his body, this was the last scripture engraved on the lock of the first tortoise shell, and the mysterious qi flowed down the meridians, and there was a sound of rushing water, which spread step by step to the whole body of the entire body......

This time, he operated very carefully, every acupoint was involved, and the Xuandian was worthy of being a handscroll of a generation of Xuanhuang, which was extremely mysterious, Qin Lie felt like a mirror this time, and his mind seemed to be too empty.

After putting away the route of Xuandian, I don't know how long it took, Qin Lie opened his eyes, in the field of art, he can be regarded as a beginner, although he can't change the world and change the stars, but he can still do it with subtle changes and carving a few Xuan Arrays.

Emperor Xuan's hand scroll, merit and creation, since this road has been entered, then it will follow Emperor Xuanhuang, Emperor Fuxi and others to the extreme.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two months have passed.

A thin figure stood at the southern gate of Lingyun City.

Qin Lie's face was dusty, he looked up at the towering stone wall, looked at the guards at both ends of the stone gate, and muttered, "Lingyun City...... The place where the Ten Ancient Lingyun Sects are located. ”

The next moment, I saw a commotion at the city gate. Some people are even running wildly and shouting: "The opening of the Lingyun Sect is imminent-"

"It's finally windy, haha! I've been waiting for more than two months in this hellish place!"

"Fool, the rainstorm is coming, don't run yet!"

The street was chaotic for a while, with chickens flying and dogs jumping, and wolves rushing to the pigs. In the blink of an eye, the streets that had been crowded with people not long ago were empty, and only a mess remained.

Qin Lie looked into the distance again, and those dense clouds and mist were indeed slowly drifting into the distance.

As the wind blew stronger and stronger, the giant mountain on the opposite side, which had been hidden in the clouds and mist all year round, finally showed its shape.

However, on the south side of this place, a black and oppressive dark cloud is also drifting towards this place with the strong wind. Thunder flashed, and from time to time there was a sound of rolling thunder.

And Qin Lie's expression gradually turned to melancholy.

At this time, I wonder if she was already dancing in the wind on the top of the mountain? This habit is said to have begun a hundred years before the primeval era.

Thinking of the extremely enchanting figure in his memory, Qin Lie couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

Passing through a dense forest with a radius of more than 100 miles, he flew over a large river that was 300 zhang wide. This cloud-turning car finally reached the bottom of a majestic mountain.

And the first thing that caught the eyes of the three of them here was a huge mountain gate.

The stone gate with a height of 900 zhang, a total of eighteen huge stone pillars are composed, the whole body is a forest green spirit jade, carved with various reliefs, it looks magnificent, and gorgeous. The staircase carved inside is also all stone, and it is extremely wide.

The domineering spirit of the seventh major sect of the Ten Ancient Sects was undoubtedly revealed.

"This is Spirit Sword Mountain? it's so big—"

Qin Lie raised his head and tried to look at the top of the mountain. But hidden in the clouds, unable to get a glimpse of the true face.

"It's at least three times bigger than the Arctic Mountains! no, at least five times bigger. It's worthy of the Lingyun Sect—"

Qin Lie secretly snorted, what does the size of this Spirit Sword Mountain have to do with the Lingyun Sect? But the mountains are not high, and if there are immortals, they are famous, and the water is not deep, and if there are dragons, they are spiritual—"

After a pause, he remembered that on this mountain, there was indeed a strong person stationed closest to the immortal level in this realm at this moment.

His greatest wish was to trample on the Ten Ancient Sects under his feet and step on them with all his might. I wonder if I can get my wish?

Lingyun Sect has inherited 10,000 years of martial arts and spiritual secrets, and he has been coveting it for a long time.

Qin Lie stopped, leaned over at a square-faced Taoist with a solemn expression, and said, "Yunlan City Qin Lie, come and worship under the Lingyun Sect!"

The square-faced Daoist glanced at Qin Lie and said expressionlessly, "Come with me!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand slightly, and a cloud-like magic weapon flew out and hung in the air.

Qin Lie then stepped onto the 'clouds'.

"Stand firm!"

The Taoist reminded him slightly, pinched a mudra with both hands, recited the mantra in his mouth, and then said the word 'Qi'. The clouds below immediately rose into the air and slowly flew in the direction of the top of the mountain.

The speed of the cloud is not fast, but it is much stronger than walking. In just a few moments, we were halfway up the mountain.

At a height of about 10,000 zhang, the Taoist unfurled his mudra again, and spat out the word 'citation' in his mouth. The 'cloud' fell forward.

The terrain here is extremely flat, it is a platform protruding from the mountainside, there is enough space of 10,000 zhang, and in front of it, there is a huge Taoist palace.

Outside the gate of the Dao Palace, there were dozens of Daoist people standing. There was also a group of children, lined up in a neat row, all with solemn expressions.

The square-faced Taoist descended in front of the palace gate, and immediately said to an old Taoist in silver clothes: "Uncle Lin, this young man wants to worship under my sect. Please Uncle Lin decide!"

The old Dao's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and it wasn't until the Daoist finished speaking that he squinted at Qin Lie. His eyes flashed, and he flicked his sleeves directly and said, "I know, just go to the assessment hall directly." However, the old man of Lingweizi is not in Yue Ling Pavilion now. I guess I went to the Soul Cultivation Palace—"

Zhou Ji bowed deeply again, and then walked towards the assessment hall. Qin Lie followed slowly, but he had just stepped into the door. A cold snort came out: "Is that Qin Lie who injured the little saint king of Xuantian Sect, he actually came here?!"

Zong Shou blinked and looked into the crowd. This look immediately made him feel a little cold.

In addition to the annual opening election, the Lingyun Sect also has special personnel to search for talents in the various dynasties of the Heavenly Dragon Empire. Select the best talent and beautiful jade, bring it into the mountains, and become an inner disciple.

And Zhou Ji around him also smiled, but he just didn't hear it and ignored it. Go straight ahead.

Qin Lie smiled dumbly, the style of the disciples of the Lingyun Sect has always been like this, looking down on anyone. He regarded himself as a high door, and looked down on all those who worshipped the door. The competitive atmosphere within the sect is also extremely strong.

The palace gate is a huge school field, which occupies almost half of the area of this palace.

When the two crossed directly, Zong Shou deliberately looked at the stone platform built behind the gate of the Dao Palace on the left and right sides. He has also seen these two places countless times, and he is extremely familiar with them.

Legend has it that on the left side of this place is the Celestial Rune Table, on which there is no one to draw. On the right is the Ming Sword Terrace, and on the platform is a sword array that no one can break.

At least in primeval times, it was as rumored. Even those who are strong in the heavens have nothing to do. The martial cultivators who once made the entire Eastern Wilderness feel ashamed.

It can be vaguely seen that on the left platform, there are twelve stone tablets, standing tall. On the right, there are eighteen puppets, silent.

The corners of Qin Lie's lips were coldly raised, and he retracted his gaze without hesitation.

Passing through this school field, there is an antique palace building in front, with vermilion cloud paint and golden glazed tiles, which looks extremely luxurious.

But just when the two of them stepped into the second hall, a middle-aged man who was also wearing a silver-white robe stepped out of the door.

Seeing the two of them, this person's eyes first flashed slightly, and then his face sank slightly, and he said to Zhou Ji on the side: "Where did this person come from?

Zhou Ji didn't notice any difference, and directly copied the previous answer: "The disciple has seen Uncle Liang Miaozi, this person is from Yunlan City. I want to worship under my sect. Uncle Shi ordered me to wait for him to go to the assessment hall!"

"Yunlan City, but where it was recently reported that the Little Saint King had been injured?"

That Liang Miaozi directly took it with his big hand, glanced at Qin Lie lightly, and then sneered: "It turned out to be you, but in the early stage of Wanxuan, do you still want to worship under my Lingyun Sect?"

Zhou Ji was slightly stunned and hesitated: "Uncle Shi, is this a little inappropriate? ”

"Precedent? That was before me! What did the ancestors who used to be in charge of the Jiying Hall think, I don't know. However, in my hands, it must not be tolerated! Not to mention that the head of the sect had an order earlier, and I, the Lingyun Sect, must not interfere in the battle of the Heavenly Dragon Empire. ”

Liang Miaozi's voice suddenly turned cold, and he replied with a strong voice: "If you want to enter my sect, it's simple, just pass the assessment!"

Zhou Ji frowned, and didn't dare to argue anymore, so he could only look back at Qin Lie apologetically.

Qin Lie's expression was as cold as ice from beginning to end.

Before the words fell, Qin Lie suddenly chuckled.

The noise and discussion outside the palace gate continued to pour into my ears. Liang Miaozi on the steps stood with his hands in his hands, looking down at Qin Lie condescendingly, like looking at ants.

Qin Lie had angry thoughts in his mind, but they all disappeared surprisingly, and he laughed out loud instead.

At this moment, the heart is as clear as a mirror, and the mind is as cold as ice.

Zhou Ji was stunned for a while, and subconsciously wanted to dissuade him. But his expression changed suddenly, and he suddenly felt that the young man in front of him at this moment was faintly revealing an incomparable majesty.

It's obviously smiling, but it feels like a volcano erupting. The momentum was compelling, which made him feel frightened and dumbfounded for a while.

Then I saw Qin Lie turn around directly and walk straight to the Ming Sword Platform on the right.

"I have heard that the ancestor of Lingyun Sect once used eighteen puppets to set up a sword formation in this Spirit Sword Mountain, which is known as the heavenly position, and no one can break it. Anyone who can survive a hundred breaths can become a true disciple without true strength. Those who have 300 breaths can be passed on. If you cut down a puppet, you will directly worship under the sect elders!"

Ascending the steps step by step, Qin Lie suddenly drew his sword and looked at the eighteen wooden men standing silently in front of him.

"Didn't you say that you want to be assessed? Qin Lie is not talented, if you want to try this sword formation, is it worthy of the name-"

When the sound fell, the entire school yard suddenly fell silent. Not only Yin Yang and Chu Xue were stunned, but the group of young Taoists in front of the gate of the Dao Palace were silent. Even that Liang Miaozi was also stunned.

Half an hour later, a loud laugh came. A figure rose into the air and landed on the Ming Sword Platform. It was the old man surnamed Lin who was called by Zhou Ji as his uncle and ancestor, and smiled at Qin Lie: "You kid, although you are not big, your tone is not small, and it is a little interesting. However, since you know the rules of our sect, you should also know that once you enter the Ming Sword Platform of my sect, you will not be responsible for life or death, unless you can support more than 100 breaths without any true qi spiritual method——"

Qin Lie bowed slightly, holding the Loose Wind Sword in his hand, without hesitation, he stepped towards the center of the stone platform as usual and said, "No need to talk nonsense, the rules of your Lingyun Sect, I, Qin Lie, naturally know it!"

The old man was not angry when he heard this, and nodded: "It's good to know! Since the ancient times, there have been a total of thirteen,700 people in the sword formation that our sect has tried to challenge in this Heavenly Dragon Empire. From the Xuanwu Grandmaster to the beginner warriors, none of them could win, and the number of people who died on this stage reached 3,000. Recently, there have been fewer and fewer people who have challenged this formation. I, Lin Fei, have seen it in the past 400 years, but there are only three of them. Although you are a body of two veins, you cannot practice. But daring to step on this stage is enough to be called courageous and commendable-"

Liang Miaozi, who was not far away, snorted even more: "Challenge my sect's opening mountain sword formation?

Lin Fei was halfway through his words, and when he saw Qin Lie's face, there was already a look of impatience. With an embarrassed smile, he stopped talking. A talisman was struck, turning into more than ten points of spiritual light, penetrating into the bodies of those wooden figures the same size as life-size.

The pupils of the eighteen puppets immediately revealed a red light. The whole body was also clicking, as if an aging machine had been restarted after hundreds of thousands of years.

Qin Lie also happened to step into the center of the stage, and his long sword pointed diagonally. The game side of the God Emperor Game said that it had completely reproduced this set of sword formations in the virtual world, and even more victorious. However, the real Xiao Luo Tian Sword Formation is still a little different from the imitation in the game. It's no surprise that I've seen too many advertisements from unscrupulous businesses.

I don't know if I can bear it?

The golems moved for a moment, until all the joints creaked and disappeared. Only then did he suddenly step forward neatly and make a 'whoosh' explosion.

Then he took several steps in a row, and pressed forward in unison. Eighteen bright and sparkling swords, cold light!

Qin Lie smiled slightly, and took three steps to the left. I saw these eighteen puppets, and they also shifted their shapes and positions. Every movement, every step, is rigid and standard, and it is also accurate to the extreme, not chaotic at all. Then a total of nine long swords, from all directions, stabbed straight in.

Even if he had seen countless things in his previous life, Qin Lie still secretly exclaimed, sure enough, there was not even the slightest flaw to take advantage of.

This set of sword formations is of course extremely exquisite. Eighteen sword puppets, watching and helping each other, and the cooperation between each other is also wonderful.

If it is used by a living person, or it can have greater power, but it will never be able to do it, it is so seamless.

It's just that this feeling is slightly different from the set of sword formations he is familiar with.

Without the slightest intention of resisting, Qin Lie stepped again, taking two steps to the right. Almost brushing the edge of the sword, he dodged out of this small circle. Then the body is like a butterfly wearing flowers, moving within this sword array. It's a little embarrassing, but it's also very slippery.

And Lin Fei, who was urging this set of sword formations on the stage, seemed to be asleep, but he opened his eyes again and let out a shock.

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