It's just that her Lin Yan'er's opportunity is not small.

Compared with Xu Youran, the man who hugged the sword, Shu Qi, who got a wisp of pure women's mountain sword cultivation sword intent, and many mountain monks who also got a lot of chances, her Lin Yan'er's chances are not small.

Cultivation is advancing again, coupled with the previous small realm, in this Martial Ancestor Secret Realm, her Lin Yan'er's cultivation is already in the middle stage of the Xuanshi, and even in the later stage, it is only a matter of one or two feet.

Moreover, what is even more rare is that her Lin Yan'er's cultivation is not a high-hanging pavilion in the air, but it looks a little better, but it has no bottom and no cornerstone, on the contrary, Lin Yanzhi's foundation at this time can be called solid.

In this ruined giant city, Lin Yan'er did not look for opportunities everywhere, but waited on the boulder in a way of sitting and waiting for death.

The meaning outside the body is that anyone who you have a crush on me Lin Yan'er can find her body.

So in this ruined giant city, since the time Lin Yan'er sat cross-legged, there was a scene of sword intent gathering in all directions, and all sides converged.

The exercise that Lin Yan'er practiced was actually a sword technique evolved from ancient swordsmanship in the final analysis.

Otherwise, there would be no such thing as three cuts.

Naturally, she, Lin Yan'er, took on these sword intents that originated from thousands of years ago, which was the precursor cause, and then after she squeezed into the Three Realms, she would also have her own share of the result.

It's just a pity that if it is an ordinary monk, even if it is a genius monk of the sect name Mountain Gate, it will only be troubled for a long time, and it will even become a stone obstacle on the way to her own avenue, which is particularly chicken in her Lin Yan'er, and it is difficult to restrain her Lin Yan'er at all, because the three slashes of her Lin Yan'er's cultivation method, cut yesterday, cut today, and cut tomorrow.

After killing Song Qingfeng, where she was from yesterday's origin, with a single sword, she Lin Yan'er can be counted as the first layer of the true enlightenment exercises, as for these causes and effects in front of her, the same is just where her Lin Yan'er's second layer of mystic law is, slashing today.

Anyway, there must be an indispensable calamity, and it doesn't seem to matter how big or small the calamity is.

Lin Yan'er got up, and a lot of sword intent also followed, the sword intent was not so pure, but it was definitely a lot of words.

The reason why the sword intent is not so pure has nothing to do with the sword intent itself, after all, isn't the original sword intent owner in which state is it a sword cultivator who can definitely take out his hand?

It's just that although these sword intents chose her, Lin Yan'er doesn't mean that they don't have the slightest arrogance at all, the sword cultivation is the cold sword in the arrogant winter, and the sword soul in the scabbard of these sword cultivators is not a tenth of its owner, but there is also a seven, seven, eighty, eight.

It's like Huang Yunjun, who has already taken up an opportunity on the mountain, and half of the mountaintop opportunity is added to a whole one and a half chances.

Although that one and a half chances were already on his side Huang Yuncheng, how much could he Huang Yunjun grasp, just like his Huang Yuncheng replied to his mountain leader, the Triple Heavenly Xuan Emperor Yang Zhantian, and the remainder.

And the sword intent that surrounds her Lin Yan'er is not that, the word "remaining".

Wisps of sword intent surround it like a walking and aggressive sword intent cage.

Ordinary monks didn't say that they touched her Lin Yan'er, they just wanted to get a little closer to her within half a hundred meters of Lin Yan'er's surroundings, and their souls would inevitably have to be peeled off a whole layer alive.

Of course, it wasn't her Lin Yan'er's sword intent, at least not yet.

On the top of the peak, there are only three people left at this time, in addition to Wu Chen, it will also be the one-legged man of the god-man ruins of the Miasma Mountain, the Wuxiu Lu Qi'er who fell from the Eight Realms to the Seven Realms, and the one who lives behind Lu Qi'er is also from the three peaks and one stream where the Miasma Mountain is located.

It's just that it's obviously a one-legged man, Lu Qi'er, who knows more about Resist Miasma Mountain than Bao Yi.

Wu Chen turned around and looked at the eaves pavilion that was particularly out of place on the top of this peak.

Lu Qi'er met this intuition with this glimmer of intuition for no reason, and was inexplicably frightened.

Especially the other party, a man who can barely be regarded as a martial artist of the Five Realms who can see the bottom at a glance, can actually make him, a martial cultivator who used to be in the Eighth Realm and now in the Seven Realms, have an indescribable feeling.

Lu Qi'er glared back at Bao Yi, stopping Bao Yi from wanting to move forward, and Bao Yi naturally stuck out his tongue lightly.

Before he could say to the man, suddenly, on the top of this mountain, a spiritual power that seemed to come out of nothing but was definitely a behemoth was overwhelmed, so Lu Qi'er stomped his feet, and the martial artist behind him, who belonged to the Eight Realms Martial Cultivators, stood tall.

Lu Qi'er gritted her teeth in shock, her eyes were red, she was using her body of the Seven Realms to support her body outside the eight realms, how could she be happy for three points, it was a little reluctant to say that it was hard to support, very reluctant.

Originally, a small bowl of martial arts essence blood had already been exhausted when he fought with Yang Zhantian before, and there was a bowl bottom that was not too shallow.

Now that he has summoned his martial arts body again, the martial essence blood of the small half bucket bowl has been consumed exponentially, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has bottomed out at once.

At most, it is more than ten breaths, and his Lu Qi'er's bottom martial arts refining essence blood will only be exhausted, and when the time comes, the best fate for his Lu Qi'er is to close the door of the Eight Realms, and he can no longer cross classes, and use the cultivation of the Seven Realms to summon the Eight Realms Martial Minister, and naturally there will be a worse consequence, that is, his Lu Qi'er, which is already a battle between the East and West, will fall down to the next realm again, and then Lu Qi'er will just be a martial artist of the Six Realms.

These of these, he Lu Qi'er is naturally clear in his heart, like a mirror, just for the woman behind him, he Lu Qi'er can be said to have no half of it, half of regret, not to mention the worst result is a fall to the Six Realms, even if he falls down to the Five Realms, the Four Realms of cultivation, he Lu Qi'er still won't blink his eyelids for a moment or two, and even his Lu Qi'er's willingness this time is compared to the ones over there in Dongzhou that made Lu Qi'er lose a leg and fall into a big realm.

After all, tens of thousands of years are too long, so long that many things come and go, go and come, and so on, but those things that are still left in his heart after thousands of years are definitely what he thinks can give up everything.

Even if it is his deer cut, what should be his life, tens of thousands of years are long, is it possible that he has not lived enough?

And those who stay, who have passed through the years, will only be things that are far beyond cultivation.