Lin Ji didn't answer the words of either of the two of them, because he had already closed his eyes at this time.

No one knew when he closed his eyes, but everyone knew that something strange must be happening to Lin Ji at this time.

In fact, Lin Ji just had a strange dream.

I dreamed of the dean of the academy, and the old man who sent him to Youxian Mountain with his own hands, although he has the feelings of the country, but in the face of the great right and wrong, he must have his own position.

Then he dreamed of Xing Lao, an old man who is still staying in Liuli City, who can dedicate himself to a promise.

Later, he dreamed of his elder brother, and although his high hair was upright, it couldn't straighten his heart.

In the end, he dreamed of the master. The old man who likes to squint his eyes will always give himself the direction to solve the problem when he is in the most crisis, and he is extremely wise.

These people were like role models, flashing through his mind. There are also many, many more, including Liao Jie, including ordinary Canghai people, and Lin Jiajun at the bottom. It is precisely because of the existence of some kind of power in the hearts of those who only have one side of the relationship that they can persist until now.

This power is the power of the human world.

He wondered how this power could be used for his own purposes.

Lin Ji opened his eyes and found that he was still standing on the long street of wind and snow.

He didn't know if he had woken up or if he was still dreaming.

He looked at the wounded people on the street who gritted their teeth and refused to scream, looked at the corpses of ordinary people, and looked at the two seriously injured but stubborn teenagers, and thought about a lot of things.

Canghai City is not a city, it is a people, and everyone who lives in the city.

The strength of the world comes from everyone who lives here.

Several, dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, tens of millions.

Everyone's will and desire is a kind of strength.

The desire of tens of millions of people is the strength of the world together.

This power is infinitely powerful, it can change the face of heaven and earth, and it can resist the passage of time.

Lin Ji's eyes widened slowly, and he finally saw the many people on the central street clearly.

Thousands of ordinary people, for the same purpose, came together.

They built a new wall out of flesh and blood.

The wishes and desires of the thousands of people here are so strong.

This is a part of the world.

For Canghai City, this is the most desperate and angry moment, and it is also the moment of anger.

"Yes, there are tens of millions of people in front of me. ”

After saying this, he grasped the hilt of his sword, ready to draw the Feng Xiao Sword from the ground.

With this movement, the large essence in his body grew wildly like weeds, shaking his waist.

Canghai City sensed the changes on the snow street.

Countless heaven and earth spirits. As the wind and snow fell, through the wind and Xiao Sword, it poured into his body.

His aura changed suddenly, and he began to climb towards the Silent Realm.

The heaven and earth essence of the entire Canghai City was majestic and immense, and it was impossible to calculate the number at all, and at this time, through the Feng Xiao Sword, it followed Lin Ji's left hand and kept pouring into his body.

The essence of heaven and earth has no substance, no mass, clearer than the clearest water, lighter than the lightest air, but the amount that enters his body at this time is too much, which naturally brings an unbearable load.

If it is an ordinary person, even a great cultivator, in such a short period of time. After accepting such a large number of heaven and earth essences, there was only one end of being instantly collapsed.

But Lin Ji's body was like a container made of steel, bearing the constant influx of heaven and earth essence qi, and then compressing these essence qi to an unimaginable degree.

At this time, he is like a seashell in the depths of the sea. The body and soul are under terrifying pressure, but they don't know when they will condense into a dazzling pearl.

It was a very painful process, but there was no expression on his face, except for the constant blinking of his eyelashes. The snow on the clothes kept melting. He just looked at the old monk.

The wounds on his body burst open again, gurgling outward, and the blood was as crystal clear as red jade, and it dissipated when it met the cold wind in the street. It becomes an extra-fine particle.

The particles left the surface of his clothes and floated in the air around him, like flames and fog, and he looked like a burning fire man. It's like an extremely cold iceman.

He continued to draw his sword.

The sharp blade of the sword slowly rose from the bluestone crack in the central street, bringing out black mud chips, and it was about to leave the snow, and a lot of things happened in Canghai City.

The situation has changed dramatically. The first to feel the changes between Lin Ji and Changcang Haicheng was not the old monk, nor the senior brother, nor the people on the snow street. It's the sky above everyone.

The water at the bottom of the well at the mouth of the alley had long frozen, and suddenly there were two more sword marks, two more sword marks on the snow-covered clock, and two more sword marks on the streets and alleys.

The well water began to ripple again. The bells began to ripple, the snow fell from the pine trees, and a fat squirrel sat down the winter's grain under its buttocks, rubbing its forelimbs incessantly. I don't understand why I was frozen before.

The aura of silence that enveloped the northern city disappeared in an instant as hundreds of sword marks reappeared, and even the falling wind and snow suddenly stopped, and the frozen Canghai City seemed to come to life.

That aura that came from nowhere continued to spread around with Lin Ji's movements, and at the same time rushed towards the heavenly dome. Wildly disperse the heavy snow clouds, and the clear blue sky reappears.

The sky was the first to feel this change, and the old monk was the second to feel it.

He sensed danger.

His eyes suddenly faded, lighter than gray. until it is faint and transparent, as if there is no god.

The snow stops, the wind breathes.

Central Street is very quiet.

The old monk looked at Lin Ji, and his eyes returned to normal. But there was a touch of surprise.

He wanted to reach out to stop Lin Ji from drawing his sword, but the next moment, a huge iron sword appeared above his head!

It's Big Brother!

It was a very simple smash, and it used all the strength of the senior brother, although it did not pose any threat to the old monk. But it paused for a moment in his outstretched hand.

After blocking for such a moment, Lin Ji finally pulled out his sword.

Blade left the snow completely.

Looking at the sword in his hand, the old monk took a step back.

This is the first time that the old monk has retreated when he entered Canghai City.

Seeing it, you can destroy the city gate, destroy the immortal mountain and the sea city, and achieve immortal deeds.

As long as you can kill Lin Ji, you can do all this.

For the old monk, this is a very simple thing, and it is naturally a great temptation.

But he wanted to leave at the moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, without any reluctance.

Because he saw the danger.

There was no wind or snow on the streets.

The old monk stepped back, his right foot retreated to the ground, and the soles of his feet were covered with wind and snow.

An invisible door appeared in the snowstorm.

The old monk's right foot stepped through the door. Business suddenly became transparent.

The next moment, he was about to step into the void.

The heaven and earth essence in Canghai City had been messed up by Lin Ji, but it still couldn't stop him from leaving.

Lin Ji was not prepared to let him leave.

for he had drawn his sword.

Blade leaves the snow. There was a faint sound, like a brush dipped in oil smearing over a piece of meat that had been roasted on a bonfire, or like a brush dipped in ink sliding across the snow-white paper.

The streets and alleys of Canghai City, under the willows and plum edges, made hundreds of soft sounds at the same time.

Like the sound of a harp, like the sound of a bowstring vibrating, most like the sound of a sword unsheathed.

The road that Lin Ji and Ling Lu had walked seemed to be alive at the moment.

And where Lin Ji was standing, a fine light that rushed straight into the sky erupted, penetrating the heavens and the earth.

This time, it's the real sound.

The sword on the waist of the generals who are still fighting against the coalition army in the south city, the wooden swords that the young people in the city hang on their waists on weekdays, the long swords in the hands of countless people in the coalition army, and the blacksmith shop in the east city, more than ten new swords that have just been forged hanging in front of the door. And the bloody sword that was still clutched in the hands of the dead people in the northern city.

Suddenly, they all left where they were supposed to be and jumped out.

Lin Ji drew his sword.

All the swords in Canghai City were drawn.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of swords began to show their edge.

The remnants of snow on the long street are blurred, and countless fierce breaths appear abruptly.

The invisible door was slashed to pieces in an instant.

There were countless subtle cracks in the monk's robe on the old monk's body.

Then the bleeding began.