Chapter 380

Looking at the petal of green lotus on the lotus platform, Lin Yun thought for a while, thought about it and reached out to grab it.

Who knew that when he was caught, when he was stunned, the palace in front of him disappeared like a dream bubble.

Everything is gone.

In front of him, there was suddenly an extra picture, as if he had traveled through time and space, and was in a vast and boundless battle.

But everything has nothing to do with him, and he can only watch from the perspective of an outsider.

In the magnificent sect, there were fierce battles everywhere, and in the shouts and roars, one by one the disciples of the sect died tragically.

But this group of people, fighting to the death, did not give up, and stood in front of a towering treasure hall.

The treasure hall was a little familiar, Lin Yun's eyes lit up, this treasure hall was the Black Lotus Treasure Hall.

The sky shattered like cloth, the clouds were thick, and the blood gathered into a river. Among the ruined buildings, there are many corpses and bones, and they died tragically.

But a group of people are stubbornly guarding the Black Lotus Treasure Hall, this is where the inheritance of the sect is, and it is an inheritance that must be guarded at the cost of their lives.

Even Lin Yun, who was an outsider, was moved by it, and he couldn't wait to be in it and kill the enemy with a sword.

But he couldn't do it, he could only watch and watch the children of the sect one by one, and the sword broke and people died.

Finally, in front of the Black Lotus Treasure Hall, only one person was left standing.

But what awaits him is death......

One after another, black figures, covered in demonic energy, stepped forward, and the sharp blades in their hands ruthlessly pierced into their bodies.

But just as he was about to die, he suddenly raised his head and shook back the black demon shadow with a sword.

"My sword, glory forever!"

The words fell, and he slashed the last sword of Shengping, killing all the demons who were shocked back.

After that, it turned into a vast cyan sword light, enveloping the entire Black Lotus Treasure Hall.

That is, the moment he raised his head, Lin Yun saw his appearance clearly, and he was exactly the same as the white-clothed man guarding the ninth floor of the Treasure Palace.

The picture gradually blurred, and the shadows were heavy, but there was nothing to do with the treasure hall shrouded in cyan sword light.

Until the picture disappeared completely, Lin Yun didn't come back to his senses.

It took him a long time before he woke up like a dream.

As far as the eye can see, the ten floors of the treasure hall are empty and barren, and there is nothing. There was no palace, no river, just he stood alone.

If not, in the great battle, he comprehended the mystery of cloud impermanence, so as to master the last move of the Water Moon Sword Technique.

I'm afraid that even if it's the slightest trace, it won't exist, and all kinds of people will wonder if it really existed.

The ten floors of the Treasure Hall are nothing, after all. There were no clouds, no rain, just a man many, many years ago, left a word.

My sword, glory forever.

"A sword is like a dream. ”

Lin Yun was stunned, and whispered to himself, a little sad.

He now fully understood why the other temples in the Demon Lotus Secret Realm had been destroyed. Only this Black Lotus Treasure Hall exists alone, which is the inheritance that a group of people protected with their lives back then, so that future generations can benefit from it.

The inheritance is immortal, and the glory is eternal.

The man in black and the man in white are the same man back then, the cloud is an unforgettable dream for a lifetime, and the rain is the fault left by the joys and sorrows of a lifetime.

"It's time to go. ”

The treasure hall has ten floors, no treasures, no legends.

But Lin Yun was full of harvest without a trace of regrets, and drew the most perfect end to the experience of the Demon Lotus Secret Realm.

Destroy the wasteland.

The elders and disciples of the major sects of the Great Qin Empire all stared at the Black Lotus in the center of the formation, and their expressions were quite nervous.

It stands to reason that this secret realm should have been closed a long time ago.

But right now, the black lotus is still there, which can only show that Lin Yun is still alive in the tenth layer of the treasure hall.

The longer it lasts, the greater the chance that Lin Yun will pass the ten-layer test.

The expressions of the core disciples of each sect were a little complicated.

Climbing to the top of the tenth floor, it is already far away to become a legend, is it possible that today, you really want to witness the legend?

In the camp of the Demon Moon Mountain Villa, the water that had recovered from his injuries was traceless, his face was expressionless, and he didn't say a word.

Suddenly, his face changed slightly, and he spread his palms to catch a snowflake in midair.

"It's snowing?"

Looking at the palm, the crystal white, cold and cold snowflakes, the water without a trace flashed a strange glint in his eyes.

"What the hell, this wasteland of destruction is hot all year round, and it is impossible for even a drop of water to fall, why is it snowing for no reason. ”

"It's a strange thing. ”

The major sects in the wasteland were all a little puzzled by this sudden heavy snowfall.

Only some of the older men looked a little excited with a look in their eyes.

"The legend seems to be true, as long as someone passes the ten layers of tests, heavy snow will spread over the entire Silent Wasteland. ”

"So, Lin Yun has passed the test?"

"It's not wrong, the vision can't be generated out of thin air, this time the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion has really made a lot of money, and I don't know what treasures there will be in the ten layers. ”

At first, the snowflakes were sparse, but after a while, the snow became heavier and heavier.

In a short time, the entire Silent Wasteland was covered with a thick layer.

With the fluttering snow, the entire Silent Wasteland gradually boiled.

Today, they all witnessed a legend with their own eyes.

The next time, snow will fall again in this wasteland of destruction, but I don't know how long it will be.

A hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years?

"It's out!"

At this moment, a flash of light flickered in the formation, and Lin Yun, who had crushed the jade slip, appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Countless eyes, through the flying snow, fell on Lin Yun at the same time.

The water of the Demon Moon Mountain Villa was traceless, and his eyes also fell on Lin Yun, and doubts flashed in his eyes.

He could sense that Lin Yun's cultivation and sword intent had not changed from before he ascended to the tenth floor. But on the body, there is an extra temperament that I can't understand.

Cultivating for Lin Yun, who was obviously lower than him, made him completely unable to see through it.

What did he experience in the ten floors?

"Little junior brother!"

Lin Yun, who was still wondering whether he had been teleported to the wrong place in front of him, was relieved when he heard a few familiar calls.

The figure flickered, and in a few breaths, he came to the Sword Pavilion camp.

"Little junior brother, you finally came out, I miss you. ”

Xinyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and her pretty face was in the ice and snow, revealing a delicate red to add to the softness.

"Little junior brother, you have created a legend!"

Tang Tong was a little incoherent with excitement, and after seeing Lin Yun, he hurriedly ran over.

Up and down the Sword Pavilion, there was a burst of jubilation.

Legendary?

The tenth floor of the treasure hall is just a dream. Seeing everyone's happy looks, Lin Yun smiled and was noncommittal.

Luo Feng and Xin Jue walked over quickly with a group of elders and said with a smile: "Lin Yun, the injury is okay." ”

Kill all the way to the tenth floor of the treasure hall, and injuries are inevitable.

However, Lin Yun, when he touched the green lotus, the injuries on his body recovered at the same time.

"Thank you for your concern, it's almost fine, it's basically fine. ”

Lin Yun responded truthfully.

"It's okay. ”

Luo Feng touched his beard and said with a smile.

After a pause, Elder Luo Feng remembered something, his face was slightly solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Lin Yun, Shui Wuxian and Jing Jue, are they all injured by you?"

"I hurt it. ”

On the ninth floor of the treasure hall, the two of them almost forced him into a desperate situation, but fortunately, he had refined a Qiankun Yin Yang Pill in advance.

Let Xiu Wei be promoted to Xuanwu Ninefold, otherwise it is really difficult to say.

Facing Elder Luo's questioning, Lin Yun did not evade it, he believed that the sect did not blame him.

Luo Feng and the elders behind him changed slightly, and their eyes flashed with deep surprise.

"Bai Yue of the Demon Flame Sect was also defeated by you?"

"Hmm. ”

"The three core disciples of the Mixed Yuan Sect, Zhang Yan, Zhao Quan, and Xiao Ming, were all killed by you?"

"When you meet it, you kill it. ”

Hiss!

Lin Yun's crisp words made everyone gasp, and the eyes that looked at him quietly changed slightly.

Many amazing moves, in Lin Yun's mouth, actually answered so casually.

After a long time, Luo Feng smiled bitterly and said, "I kind of know, why did the pavilion master name you to enter the Demon Lotus Secret Realm......

At this moment, he was happy and worried in his heart.

The good thing is that Lin Yun has grown so fast, and in three years, he will definitely shine in the Longmen Competition, and no one can stop him, winning the name of the son.

Even dare to think a little more, the Longmen competition at the end of the year may not have no chance to give it a go.

I am worried that I will offend so many sects, especially those evil cultivators who are wandering outside the empire, I am afraid that it will be difficult to be good.

Right now, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is in the limelight.

If something really happens, other sects may not be able to help.

"Lin Yun, the core disciples of my sect, did they all die in your hands!"

At this moment, a group of elders and disciples of the Mixed Yuan Sect, under the leadership of Wen Yanbo, rushed over with great momentum.

Wen Yanbo was holding back a fire in his heart.

The three core disciples all fell into the Demon Lotus Secret Realm, and they all died in the hands of Lin Yun.

For the Mixed Yuan Gate, not only did it suffer a heavy loss, but it also lost face.

He was already furious, but when he saw Lin Yun appear, he immediately came to Xingshi to ask for guilt.

"My Blood and Bone Sect Mu Xiuhan, was blocked out of the treasure hall by the disciples of your sect, and I also want to ask for advice, and your sect doesn't want to see my Blood and Bone Gate like this?"

A group of people from the Blood Bone Sect surrounded Mu Xiuhan, who had a gloomy face, and walked over step by step.

"My Demon Flame Sect is not easy to mess with, Lin Yun, you injured Bai Yue and snatched him a Qiankun Yin Yang Pill, dare you admit it!"

Another group of people, full of evil spirits, approached the Sword Pavilion camp.

For a while, the people of the three major sects, all of them, rushed over, and blocked all the Sword Pavilion camps.

In the Silent Wasteland, the rest of the sects were in an uproar.

But there was not much surprise in his eyes.

No matter how many reasons there are, it is nothing more than two words, interests. If the Sword Pavilion retreats and spits out some treasures, the seemingly dangerous situation will soon be solved.

But if you don't let it, a big war will inevitably happen.

The world of martial artists, after all, still relies on strength to speak, and the weak eat the strong, which has been the case since ancient times.

"The people of the Seven Absolute Castle have also moved!"

The scene of the three major sects raising teachers at the same time to ask for guilt was shocking enough, but I didn't expect another sect to move.

None of the people in the Seven Peerless Castles spoke, they didn't say a word, but their faces were uglier than anyone else's.

Jing Jue's storage bag was all robbed by Lin Yun, and there was even an ancient treasure soldier in it.

Luo Feng sighed in his heart, what should have come has come after all.

The four sects joined forces to approach, and the situation of the Sword Pavilion suddenly became quite passive.