"I don't want to stay in this ghost place, I want to go back to Chuzhou......"

The saintess's constant transmission and pleading, even if it was a saint, she had the purest bloodline of the dynasty, and she began to panic at this moment.

The mortality rate in this place is too high!

In every place and every city, there are cultivation circles, most of them are in the suburbs, such as cities and bazaars, which have special formations, and monks can enter and exit at will, while ordinary people cannot see those existences for a lifetime.

Whether it is Lake Province or Chuzhou, it is all the same.

But this Gorge state...... It's not the same......

The monks' circle in Xiazhou is located on the edge of the lake, the lake is extremely wide, full of half the size of the city, and there are many markets and inns near the lake, which are the foothold of the monks.

This lake, known as the West Coast, is the largest Xiuzhen circle in China, and it is also recognized as the most powerful Xiuzhen place.

It's terrible, it's not that the foundation is built here and everywhere, Jindan is not as good as a dog, it's terrible...... The killing here is too bad!

In other places, no matter how you say it, you can't kill people in the city.

But Xiazhou is completely different, no matter where you are, you can draw your sword and rise, and if you don't agree with each other, your head will fall to the ground!

Xiazhou is known as the hell of monks.

There are everyone here, and countless demon monks who have committed the most heinous crimes have fled to Xiazhou, and a large part of the reason is because of the chaos here.

People have three meals a day, and the monks in Xiazhou kill several people every day.

And those corpses, every once in a while, someone specially disposed of them, threw them directly into the lake, that is, the water on the west coast.

Therefore, there is a saying widely circulated in the circle: there is a sea in Xiazhou, and it is a sea of corpses!

"Let me go, I won't dare to mess with ......you anymore," the saint's voice was faintly crying.

Lin Yi's face remained unchanged, completely ignoring the Holy Maiden's pleading.

Let her go back? What are you kidding!

With so much effort, I almost died in the tavern, just to snatch her over as a thug, as a crotch mount, and now shed a few tears, who wants to leave and let go?

Lin Yi is not the kind of kind-hearted kind.

"Uncle, do you know the West Coast?" Lin Yi tentatively wanted to ask for directions.

Unexpectedly, the old farmer was stunned for a moment, and said suspiciously: "West coast? I have been in Xiazhou for most of my life, and I have never heard of this place...... It may be that I have been guarding the ancestral house in Xujiaping, it should be that I have a short knowledge. ”

"That's ......," Lin Yi thought thoughtfully.

He didn't have much hope in the first place, how could ordinary people get in touch with the cultivation circle?

After drinking hot tea, Lin Yi and the three of them had another meal at the old farmer's house, the dishes were not rich, but the old farmer took out the best food in the house.

"It's delicious, it's delicious!"

The snacks and wine kept holding chopsticks, and after a short while, he ate several large bowls, and the old farmer and his wife were dumbfounded.

The little white tiger saintess was lying on the side and shook her head disdainfully.

For these coarse tea and light rice, the saint did not feel anything at all, she had eaten good things since she was a child, and she was used to eating.

After dinner, the wine dragged the full little belly, and fell asleep contentedly, and the holy woman was also forcibly dragged by her to the bed, lying on the old-fashioned concrete floor to sleep.

Now that the saint was forcibly fed the poison pill by Lin Yi, if she dared to be disobedient, or if she had the idea of escaping......

Lin Yi only needs one thought, even if she escapes to the ends of the earth, it will not help.

"It's a good night......

Approaching the early hours of the morning, Lin Yi did not fall asleep, nor did he enter the jade pendant space, but lay on the roof, looking at the untouchable beautiful starry sky.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a night of reunion.

But...... Where are your family?

Lin Yi didn't know, and he was even more confused, a touch of loneliness appeared in his heart, and this loneliness became bigger and bigger on him, until it completely spread all over his body.

"Dad, mother, wait for me for a few more years, as long as I can kill Yuan Ying, I will go over and rescue you as soon as possible!" Lin Yi's eyes were extremely determined.

If you don't have strength, you won't be strong enough, and weak people are just lowly pigs and dogs in the cultivation realm, and they are not even as good as pigs and dogs!

Human life is like grass mustard!

After a long time, Lin Yi's gaze reluctantly turned away from the full moon, and his figure disappeared and entered the jade pendant space.

"Put down the murder sword, I will refine the guardian sword!"

Lin Yi completely forgot the swordsmanship of the light sword, and everything he did turned into nostalgia and pinned on the uselessness of the heavy sword.

"Drink!"

In the primeval forest of the jade pendant space, the sound of Lin Yi's sword practice was heard from time to time, and the sword qi was Xiaoxiao, when the heavy sword was useless, every time it was waved by Lin Yi, it would roll up a storm and a broken sound.

With a boom, the huge mountain rock was split and torn apart, the earth was cut open a gap, and the countless trees of the jungle were cut in two.

"In this life, there are too many people I want to protect, and I don't want to see the blood of the people around me. ”

"The sword of murder is killing. ”

"The so-called sword is just a murder weapon for killing, and swordsmanship is just a trick used to kill. ”

"And I practice the guardian sword, one person, one sword, resist the ten thousand armies, and firmly protect the people around me, as long as I don't die, my sword continues, no one can break through my defense line and move the people around me!"

The more Lin Yi practiced, the more perfect his swordsmanship became, and in this primeval forest, he was still in a no-man's land.

Stabbing, pointing, picking, splitting, chopping......

His swordsmanship is not fancy, and it can even be said to be very simple and unpretentious, but it is like this, Lin Yi's sword gives people a strange and special sense of trance.

"Whether it's a murderous sword or a guardian sword, the essence is a sword, if you want to protect people, you must first kill people!"

Lin Yi gradually understood and felt a new avenue.

The sword is like a white snake spitting letters, hissing through the wind, and like a swimming dragon shuttling, walking in all directions.

His sword, sometimes as light as a swallow, points the sword up, sometimes suddenly like lightning, the fallen leaves collapsed, a cold manglin rose, thousands of miles have been cut off people's heads!

"It's only been a long time, this guy has actually formed a rudimentary sword intent, and he is really a genius who was born to practice swords......"

On the mountain peak in the distance, the little girl in white muttered to herself, her ink spots and snow eyes, looking at Lin Yi very strangely.

And Lin Yi below was completely unaware of this, his speed of swinging the sword was very slow, giving people the illusion that it seemed to take a century, but in reality, his sword speed had reached its peak!

Under Jin Dan, no one can stop his sword!

Sword Intent!

This is an ethereal, but real thing, the two sword cultivators who have comprehended the sword intent and those who have not comprehended the sword intent are completely opponents of different grades.

"This guy can excel even in the top genius pile......"

The little girl in white knew very well in her heart that Lin Yi's current strength could be called invincible in foundation building, that is to say, there was no monk in the foundation building period who could be against him!

Even if he is the top demon genius, even if he has outstanding bloodline talent, he is not Lin Yi's opponent!

"Haha, happy!"

For a long time, Lin Yi was hearty, sitting cross-legged, completely ignoring the sweat all over his body, and drank a big sip of wine.

Gradually, Lin Yi became drunk.

He sat on the dirt floor, shaking, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but he seemed to be extremely resolute, even if the landslide and tsunami did not want to move him even half a step.

"What kind of sword intent is this, and why is it so weird?" On the mountain peak, the little girl in white frowned slightly.

Whether it is sword intent or sword intent, there are many kinds.

Some people have a sword with the power of thunder, and they will kill with one blow, and some people have a sword in and out of the wind, ethereal, but all monks who have comprehended the meaning will have unlimited achievements in the future.

But no matter how you look at it, the little girl in white has never been able to see through, what is the sword intent that Lin Yi comprehends......

"There is wine today, and there is drunkness today!"

Lin Yi's face was slightly red, and the spirit of wine came to his heart, as if he was throwing a tatte, and the sword was still on the side, if it was seen by any other sword cultivator, I am afraid that his face would be pale, and he had never seen a sword cultivator who did not love his sword!

Gradually, Lin Yi lowered his head and fell asleep, snoring all day long.

The sun rises in the west and the day dawns.

Lin Yi shook his eyelids and opened his deep eyes, he sat in place and did not move, unfolding the ant breathing method to his heart's content, absorbing the vitality of the morning between heaven and earth.

At this moment, time freezes, as if he is the sword, and the sword is him!

Suddenly, the little girl in white on the mountain peak stood up suddenly, her face changed in shock, "This ...... This sword intent is ......!!"