Hundreds of feet away from the Holy Heavenly Tower, Lin Huang looked at the ninth floor of the tower, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked a little puzzled.

On the ninth floor of the tower, there is a name.

But what remains on it is the traces that have been erased.

"Who's that guy coming out of the ninth floor?"

Lin Huang asked Jun Chengcheng.

Jun Qingcheng shook his head, "It's not very clear, the words engraved on the Holy Heaven Pagoda are difficult for others to erase except for myself." But it is said that the owner of the name of the ninth layer, because he has committed a big taboo, will bring great disasters to the Qingtian Martial Mansion. Therefore, the Martial Mansion once had to do his best to forcibly erase this name by great means."

Lin Huang's expression was slightly condensed, and he couldn't help but gasp in his heart. The Martial Saint Realm Lu Dong Emperor can only leave his name on the sixth layer, the seventh layer of Nan Tang Zhi and the eighth layer of Lin Taiqing, I don't know what kind of strength they have?

And what a powerful person who can leave a word on the ninth floor.

What kind of taboo did such a person commit, forcing the Qingtian Martial Mansion to forcibly erase the latter's name in order to prevent the catastrophe of annihilation.

After asking to no avail, Lin Huang no longer cared about the name of the ninth layer, but instead set his eyes on the handwriting of the eighth layer.

There is no one in ten thousand who can walk out of the Holy Heavenly Pagoda alive.

And the words they left on the Holy Heaven Pagoda naturally contain a mysterious atmosphere, and every stroke is full of mysteries.

Or like a sword that fills the heavens and the earth.

Or like a tyrant sword slashing the eight wildernesses.

Some are like a dragon lying cross-legged, and a white tiger roaring, making people deeply immersed in the martial arts power contained in the words.

Pei Xiufu guided Lin Huang to come here, naturally he would not let Lin Huang come here, but hoped that Lin Huang could understand.

Then, Lin Huang's eyes gathered, and with the power of his divine soul, he carefully observed the words on the eighth layer of the Holy Heaven Tower.

The eighth layer was chosen not because the eighth layer of writing was the highest, except for the erased handwriting on the ninth layer. Instead, Lin Huang felt that the words on the eighth layer gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

The charm in the words made him feel a sense of joy and immersion like a fish returning to the sea.

Gradually, Lin Huang began to fall into a mysterious state, which made Dejun Allure slightly surprised.

The words contain power and mystery, which are well known throughout the Qingtian Martial Mansion. In the Martial Mansion, there are also many disciples who come to watch these names in order to gain a mysterious understanding and thus improve the realm.

But very few can really succeed.

Even she is the same, and it is difficult to understand the mystery. And Lin Huang was able to fall into such a mysterious state in such a fast time, which really surprised Jun Qicheng.

Suddenly, Lin Huang carried the terrifying pressure of the Holy Heavenly Pagoda and walked forward ten zhang, which made Jun Qicheng a little sideways.

In the Martial Mansion, any disciple is eligible to enter the Holy Heaven Tower. But even so, those who can really carry the terrifying coercion of the Holy Heavenly Pagoda and enter the Holy Heavenly Pagoda are already terrifying existences.

Even Wang Xiao, who was the most prestigious in the Martial Mansion and was the most likely to be the first to enter the Holy Heaven Pagoda within three years, had only advanced the distance by fifty zhang after observing it for a year.

Outside the Holy Heaven Tower, Lin Huang had already let go of everything, and his body and mind were in an ethereal.

The words left by Lin Taiqing on the eighth layer were deeply engraved in his mind and evolved into countless mysterious breaths.

Words in themselves do not have any meaning.

But the charm in that stroke contains the mystery of martial arts. This kind of mystery cannot be appealed to, but can only rely on perception.

The perception of meditation.

It's like Lin Huang reading Qin Changsheng's notes, and slashing the killing god with one sword, comprehending the snow drifting world in an instant.

At this moment, the words left by Lin Taiqing are just like the latter's experience. Every stroke is a life experience.

In one stroke, it is full of youthful spirit, and the arrogance and arrogance that dominate the world.

Outside the Holy Heaven Tower, Lin Huang felt the charm of the words and moved forward step by step.

Not fast and not slow.

Jun Chengcheng in the rear was in full spirit, looking at Lin Huang's back, his eyes were full of strange light. In less than a quarter of an hour, Lin Huang had already walked out of thirty zhang, and his footsteps had not stopped.

After a while, Lin Huang's footsteps flickered.

Jun Chengcheng's eyes shrank slightly, and he saw Lin Huang's footsteps staying at a distance of sixty zhang from the Holy Heaven Tower, his white robe flying all around, and his breath rose rapidly.

Buzz.

Jun Chengcheng only heard a faint humming sound in the void, and the breath of the forest barren was like the sea churning in an instant.

It was at that moment that the realm of Lin Huang began to condense rapidly, rushing directly from the Wuhou Sixth Heaven to the peak of the Sixth Heaven, and with only one breath, he was able to break through the entrance and enter the Seventh Heaven.

At this moment, Wang Xiao, who had disappeared before, suddenly appeared.

The latter still looked a little lazy, but his eyes fell on Lin Huang, his fists clenched, and there was a touch of war intent in his eyes.

Fifty zhang is his limit now.

Lin Huang is now fifty zhang away, only ten zhang away.

And not far away, Situ Huang's tomb also appeared, frowning and staring at Lin Huang, looking at the words on the Holy Heaven Tower, eager to try, but helpless.

He had been here a few times, but found nothing.

Unexpectedly, Lin Huang would comprehend it so quickly.

After stopping for a moment at a distance of sixty zhang from the Holy Heaven Pagoda, Lin Huang walked forward again, and with every step, his aura became stronger.

Just like when a million armies are fighting, after each drum of war, the fighting spirit between heaven and earth will be a little high.

And Lin Huang's state of mind at the moment was extremely calm. is like a bystander, walking through other people's lives between dozens of steps.

He looked at the words left by Lin Taiqing on the Holy Heaven Pagoda, as if he saw an ambitious young man leaving his hometown and entering the world to practice.

Not very powerful.

But that posture of competing with the world has few enemies.

Young and energetic, straight to the sky.

Like an invincible general in the world, peerless elegance.

Lin Huang was immersed in the divine soul, his steps were steady and firm, and he approached the Holy Heaven Pagoda step by step.

Behind Lin Huang, Wang Xiao and Situ Huang's eyes widened, looking a little shocked, while Jun Qicheng was full of joy and pride, only to see Lin Huang getting closer and closer to the Holy Heaven Tower.

"What is the origin of this guy? He has come so far in the first place, it is completely unreasonable!"

Wang Xiao approached Jun Chengcheng and asked suspiciously and curiously.

Jun Chengcheng smiled silently.

Situ Huang's tomb looked at Lin Huang's back, and the battle intent in his eyes became more and more boiling.

Under the gaze of the three of them, Lin Huang walked forward slowly, although he walked slowly behind, but there was no meaning of stagnation.

In the end, Lin Huang paused and stopped at a distance of thirty zhang from the Holy Heavenly Pagoda.

Then Lin Huang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as clear as electricity, full of fierce aura.

A mysterious aura rippled around his body, like a tiger trapped in a cage for a long time, suddenly broke free from the chains around his body and soared into the sky.

Click.

Lin Huang let out a loud voice and stood up as a martial marquis-Seven Heavens!

At the same time, Lin Huang's long sleeves rolled up, and he stretched out his right hand indifferently, carving a horizontal in the void, and at the same time landing his hand on the sky above that horizontal.

One horizontal and one vertical.

It is the way of the vertical and horizontal.

Two months ago, when he first arrived at the Sycamore Courtyard, he stood on the Sycamore Tree and almost had an understanding, but was interrupted by Song Changling.

Goodbye to Lin Taiqing today, the words left by him, I actually found a familiar feeling, although he has not yet that vertical, but he has comprehended that horizontal.

Comprehend a horizontal, advance seventy zhang.

And if he truly comprehends the path of vertical and horizontal, he can step into the Holy Heavenly Pagoda and enter the Treasure Mountain.

Lin Huang raised his head, looked at the Holy Heaven Pagoda towering into the sky, and the words left by Lin Taiqing resurfaced in his mind, chewing on the meaning of half of the vertical and horizontal paths, and whispered:

"Husband, you should bring a three-foot sword and make immortal achievements!"