Chapter 397

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.

Thinking about the cliff, relying on the Dragon Elephant Battle Technique, Lin Yun, who was originally seriously injured, almost recovered.

Only the broken ninth Xuan Vein, tried several times, but it couldn't be condensed.

With Lin Yun's strong true yuan, breaking through the ninth layer should have been easy, and it would have been a matter of course to break through the ninth level of Xuanwu.

After all, he had swallowed and refined a Blood Flame Fruit and a Qiankun Yin Yang Pill before, both of which were heaven and earth treasures that the Eighth Prince dreamed of.

The heritage is still there, and it can even be said that the true yuan is surging, vast as the sea.

Even if you really start with the Xuanwu Ten Heavy Moves and compete with the true yuan, there will not be much difference.

However, he is a broken Xuan Vein, which is not the same as the normal breakthrough of ordinary martial artists.

Several attempts ended in failure, and under the forced impact, the pain was heartbreaking, which only aggravated the injury.

I had to find another way, warm and nourish with true yuan every day, and repair the Xuan vein.

There is also some progress, but it is only minimal, I don't know what year and month, in order to really open up the ninth Xuan Vein.

If you are an ordinary person, when you encounter such a predicament, you are afraid that your heart will already be like ashes.

Lin Yun quickly calmed down and began to cultivate the Heart Sutra of the Years, condensing the True Yuan with the power of the years, while moving this exercise towards the second level.

When you have nothing to do, you can watch the stars and the moon, watch the boundless sea of clouds, listen to the wind and enjoy the rain.

The empty and lonely, even the sound of the heartbeat seemed to echo the cliff, but for Lin Yun, it was a rare place to cultivate the mind.

Before you know it, a month has passed.

Autumn is gradual, and the chill in the cliffs is even worse.

It's just that this January in the mountains seems to be like a year in the past, far away from the world, and every minute and second has passed very long.

During the period of turmoil in the Sword Pavilion, Bai Lixuan rose at an astonishing speed, and his promotion to the Xuanwu Ninth Fold, showing the world the terrifying nature of the Holy Body.

Eucharist!

The so-called martial arts cultivation is nothing more than two points, one is the root bone and the other is understanding. The root bone determines the cultivation speed of the martial artist, and with the same resources, the cultivation of the Holy Body may be several times or even ten times that of the Spirit Body.

Time, always on the side of the Blessed Sacrament.

The longer he was given, the faster his growth rate would be, and Bai Lixuan showed Great Qin what it meant to be a stone breaker.

He had been in retreat for too long, and Daqin had almost forgotten him, but when he came out, no one could not help but pay attention to him.

There is no other reason, the light is too dazzling.

It's just that Lin Yun didn't know all this, and he couldn't know it.

On this day, in Lin Yun's mind, a light suddenly exploded. Countless messages emerged like a tide, condensing into dense golden runes, constantly flickering.

It will not be forgotten, and in a moment, it will all be remembered.

But it is the Heart Sutra of the Years that breaks through the double, and these exquisite and ancient runes are the second-grade spiritual patterns that the Xuanshi dreams of.

Ordinary people cultivate spirit patterns, not to mention that spirit patterns are scarce, and it is not easy to search. Even if the spirit patterns are complete, it is extremely difficult to remember.

But now, when he broke through the double of the Heart Sutra of the Years, countless second-grade spirit patterns were deeply engraved in his mind.

You don't even need to deliberately memorize it, just think about it, and it will emerge completely.

"Fire Pattern ......"

With a slight movement of his mind, Lin Yun casually picked up a dead wood branch and drew it on the ground.

True yuan condensation, with the blessing of the power of the years, the initial pen is still quite jerky. But after gradually getting acquainted, the pen walks the dragon and snake, vigorous and powerful, the iron painting silver hook, writing, flowing clouds.

Wow!

When the last stroke fell, the complete spirit pattern burned like a flame.

Lin Yun exhaled turbid breath and looked at the flame patterns on the ground, thoughtful.

Nearly forty days, I finally broke through the Heart Sutra of the years and made a small gain.

He was in a mood and drew many second-grade spirit patterns in one go.

Thundercloud pattern, wind pattern, heptane gold pattern, green wood pattern...... One by one, isolated second-grade spirit patterns appeared one after another on the ground. Glittering, shimmering with a faint light, full of aura.

The spirit pattern is a very mysterious existence, which can be used for alchemy, refining weapons, and arrays......

Is it possible to kill?

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, Lin Yun shook his head, not thinking about it.

Closing his eyes, Lin Yun sat cross-legged and looked inward.

At the dantian, the ice-crystal-like purple kite flower has a total of seventy-one petals, and only one petal is missing, and the sword technique can be promoted to the ninth level. But this piece is as difficult as climbing to the sky, and it is not easy to break through.

Underneath the purple kites, there are circles of pale light lines, like ripples in the water.

Counting carefully, there are a total of eighteen light lines, each of which represents the power of time.

After the Heart Sutra of the Years was promoted to the Xuanwu Dual, the power of the years that was originally mixed in the True Yuan was condensed into a materialized light pattern.

The mind looked towards the ninth Xuan Vein, and compared to the beginning, this broken Xuan Vein had recovered a little.

Overall, less than one in 10 will take at least two years to fully recover.

"Two years ......"

Lin Yun muttered to himself, do you really want to stay here for two years?

Siguo Cliff is a cage, but it is a little more open than other cages.

But at the end of the day, it's also a cage.

Confinement here is like keeping a tiger in a cage, shrinking and unable to move.

Only by going deep into it can we feel this kind of grievance and depression.

In the dry cavern behind, there were many bloody scratches on the walls, which were shocking and messy.

It was a disciple who had been imprisoned here, and in his anguish, he grabbed it with his fingers on the hard wall.

Walking straight to the edge of the cliff, the clouds and mist were shrouded, and the abyss below was surging with an icy cold wind.

It was cold, and I couldn't see clearly, and after a few more glances, I was terrified.

The unknown, always, is always frightening.

"I don't know if my sister has woken up. ”

Lin Yun muttered softly, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.

Thinking about the cliff, the person who is most worried is naturally Sister Xinyan.

As soon as I think of this, I feel a strong urge to leave this cliff.

But in a blink of an eye, what about leaving, Senior Brother Xin Jue died because of him, do you really have the courage to see Sister Xin Yan?

He looked at the endless sea of clouds in front of him, and the look in his eyes was speechless.

Jingle ......

Under the sea of clouds, there were bursts of piano sounds, few and intermittent, tugging at people's heartstrings.

"Again?"

Ever since Lin Yun came to this Siguo Cliff, there would be the sound of the piano from time to time, coming from under the abyss.

It stirs people's hearts and makes people want to jump into the abyss and find out.

A few times he was just about to kick the door, Lin Yun jumped down, but he couldn't help it after all.

Lin Yun frowned slightly, slightly irritable.

If the sound of the piano is pleasant, it is fine, but the sound of the piano is messy, there is no melody, and the tune does not make sense.

Quietly, it was another half-moon scene that slipped away unconsciously.

Thinking about the cliff.

A agile figure, facing the scorching sun, with withered branches as swords. The sword came out like the wind, flashing and moving. Swordsmanship is like flowing water, ghosts and impermanence, imaginative, no trace, such as clouds rising, like water invisible.

Sometimes it is like a rage, the sword is like a turbulent wave, and sometimes the spring breeze turns into rain, moisturizing things silently.

Faintly, there seemed to be two figures, beckoning. With two different styles, they deduce the same swordsmanship and compete with each other.

The light of the moon, the light of the moon!

Two figures, each with a sword. Between the flat ground, two moon-like swords collided fiercely together, erupting with a shocking sound.

Frost and cold!

Mare's nest!

The three major killing moves were sacrificed one after another, the boundless sea of clouds, and the scattered swords in an instant. The cold sword light bloomed brightly under the reflection of the scorching sun, like a sword flower, blooming in the clouds.

When the turmoil dissipated, he was stunned to find that Lin Yun was the only one in the cliff.

The so-called opponent is just Lin Yun's single-minded and dual-purpose, and he directly plays it with the peak seven Xuanbu.

Practicing swords in the mountains, there are no demon beasts, no colleagues, and if you want to practice swords, you can only dismantle them with yourself.

Others here will definitely be shocked.

Swordsmanship and body skills, how superb must you be to achieve this step.

But Lin Yun has long been used to it, and he is nothing more than forced out.

"This Water Moon Sword Technique, it seems that there is still potential to be tapped, but I have obviously cultivated to the peak consummation realm, and if I go up, can I still cultivate?"

Lin Yun was slightly puzzled, martial arts, four realms.

Initial success, small success, large success, and consummation.

Is there a realm above perfection?

At this moment, under the sea of clouds, another piano sounded, disturbing his thoughts for no reason.

The sound of the piano was chaotic, but the owner of the piano still didn't know it, but played it more cheerfully.

"I want to see what kind of demon you are!"

Lin Yun's eyes flashed with anger, he really couldn't bear it anymore, he could endure all the loneliness and emptiness in this thought-over cliff.

But really, I can't stand this messy piano sound, like a demon, tormenting people's hearts.

Sou!

Taking a step, Lin Yun came to the edge of the cliff and looked at the abyss below the sea of clouds, his brows furrowed.

To jump, or not to jump?

[It's not in a good state, give me some time, this plot is really a bit difficult to write. 】