On the left, there is a row of snow-white buildings up to a height of 1,000 meters, with countless circular hollows on the top, which appear to be windows. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are blank spaces with patterns and sharp lines engraved.

On the right, there is a row of white minarets that are also a kilometer high, and compared to the left, the minarets on this side are densely packed side by side and are taller, bringing out shadows that partially obscure the square.

The most surprising thing is that the materials that make up the building, whether it is the wall or the ground, are slowly flowing and changing like flowing water.

There is not a moment that is not active.

"This is the Sword Hall?"

Lin Xin was slightly stunned.

The huge square, which is thousands of meters long and wide, is empty.

Looking through the windows of the buildings on both sides, there are no living creatures to be seen.

Overhead, there are still white clouds in the sky, stretching into the distance as far as the eye can see, and there is no end in sight.

Lin Xin kicked lightly under his feet, and the whole person flew up lightly, flying towards the building on the left.

He quickly drilled through a round window.

Inside, it was an unusually rudimentary ordinary cave-like room, with no entrances and exits, only a window.

The room was only the size of a bed, and when Lin Xin entered it, he saw at a glance that the white walls and floor of the room were full of countless line-like tracks, changing and flowing rapidly.

The countless trajectories give people a sharp, domineering, and incomparably strong temperament.

"It's a sword mark!!"

His heart shook suddenly, and he quickly took a closer look.

At the level of his current attributes, the strength of his spiritual power has reached a point that ordinary people can't imagine, and in an instant, hundreds of thoughts burst out at the same time, analyzing the countless sword marks seen in front of him from various angles.

But a little deeper, Lin Xin felt that if he continued to comprehend it like this, the sword marks in this room were so deep that he could definitely consume decades of time and not necessarily achieve anything.

But these sword marks all represent traces of at least the level of Tianzun and above.

He gritted his teeth, felt like a knife in his heart, turned around and rushed out of the window.

If he guessed correctly, there were so many holes and so many buildings here, and I am afraid that each of them was an entrance to a kind of sword mark.

The speed instantly increased to the fastest, and Lin Xin split into thousands of afterimages in an instant, and almost in a few seconds, he ran through all the empty rooms in the buildings on both sides.

But what shocked him happened again.

He inadvertently went to the small room he entered for the first time, but he didn't expect that the sword marks there had actually changed again!

It has become a completely different kind of strong kendo!

Anxious, he began to examine the other cavities again.

Sure enough, it was found that all the hollows had been replaced with a completely new, completely different sword mark.

Rumble!!!

Lin Xin's figure suddenly stopped in the middle of the middle square, his face extremely solemn.

"That is, .... The sword marks here are not one kind from moment to moment, and they are constantly changing. There are a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine rooms here, including the minaret.

Every minute, the sword marks in the room here will be changed!And each one is the absolute top sword intent sword path!"

Even the size of the room is constantly changing from moment to moment.

Lin Xin suddenly remembered the reminder that Huanyu Tianzun had reminded him before he came.

"Once opened, all the sword marks in it will be continuously released and consumed over time, don't delay any time, choose the fastest one, understand, comprehend. ”

"The fastest option one...."

Lin Xin muttered.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes.

Rumble!!!

A distorted terrifying spiritual power exploded violently, spreading in all directions, spreading into the nine hundred and ninety-nine hole rooms.

"Taishang September Kamikaze Sword... Where?"

He quickly identified and monitored one cave after another, and soon, in one room of a spire, he saw similar sword marks.

Phew!

Lin Xin shot as fast as he could, entered the room, and landed gently.

Inside the room, the walls, floors, and ceilings of the round hole type. They are all constantly flowing and changing, and there are countless sword marks like simple lines, arranged densely, natural and profound flow combinations. It exudes a heart-palpitating atmosphere of crazy dead silence.

"This is the sword mark of the Taishang September Divine Wind Sword!"

Lin Xin recognized the source of this aura in an instant.

The mental power unfolded with all its might, scanning every minute and every second of the room.

The first sword, the sword of joy. Over here!

He jerked out the contents of the first sword.

As soon as the spiritual power penetrated in.

'Hahahaha!!'

In the midst of wild laughter, a white shadow crashed towards him.

There is a terrifying and familiar kendo aura on his body.

Clang!!

Lin Xin suddenly drew his sword, just enough to block the white shadow's domineering slash.

"What is this?" he said.

The sword of joy's power-absorbing effect was actually canceled out by the opponent's.

"It's also the Sword of Joy!!"

Before he had time to think about it, the white shadow slashed at him with a sword.

Bell Bell Bell !!

The two exchanged tens of millions of swords in an instant, and the sword shadow was like light, directly filling any gap around them.

In the small room hollow, it has completely become a world of sword intent and sword light and sword shadow.

The white and red sword light was like countless red and white lines, intertwined, flowing, colliding, and then breaking one after another.

"Die!!"

Suddenly, Lin Xin stretched out his hand and made a sword, and the accumulation of more than three million lethal attributes directly exploded, continuously cutting off a large piece of white sword light, and falling fiercely on the white shadow.

Burst!!

The white shadow vanished, then suddenly reappeared.

"Rage, roar!!hahahaha!!" White Shadow laughed wildly, and his strength suddenly increased.

An incomparable force smashed into Lin Xin's Sword of Joy, rolling it backwards.

Clang!

The Sword of Joy slashed hard at Lin Xin's own chest, but it only made a metallic sound, revealing a faint small number of scars.

"It's the sword of rage....."

Lin Xin finally realized the grievances of the Heavenly Venerables who had been hacked to death by him before.

The Sword of Anger died with a tenfold increase in his perverted ability, and even he felt a headache when he faced it himself, not to mention those Tianzun who didn't have such terrifying defensive attributes as him.

It took several hours to fight to the death with Bai Ying all the way, he died once, and he also used the Sword of Wrath to barely polish the death quota of the other party's three Wrath Swords.

The last sword landed on the white shadow's chest, blasting it into countless white smoke at once. Lin Xin suddenly felt a strong sense of sorrow spread around him.

"Could it be.... The Sword of Mourning??! His heart shook suddenly, this was the third sword he hadn't comprehended, and he didn't even know what the effect was.

Suddenly, a trace of nervousness appeared in his heart.

The white shadow condensed and emerged again.

He carried a looming long sword and walked slowly towards Lin Xin.

Obviously the room was not big, and he walked many steps, but it seemed that he could not always walk in front of him.

Lin Xin stared at Bai Ying, and a very strange feeling suddenly welled up in his mind.

It seems that the other party is the one he loves the most.

He wanted to raise his sword, but found that no matter what, he had a strong sense of resistance, as if he was raising his sword to the white shadow, as if he was facing the person he loved the most.

'In this world, if there is no love and no love, what is there to be nostalgic for?'

"yes...."

Lin Xin muttered, as if he had heard something.

'Don't blame me... I'm also forced to do it....'

"I don't blame you..."Lin Xin's heart suddenly swelled with a strong sense of sadness, his heart was blocked, his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes seemed to be moist.

'Since you love me so much..... Then I have a wish....'

The voice grew more and more mournful.

Lin Xin's eyes were already full of tears at this time.

"Say it....." The white shadow in front of him had become An Ying, Xiao Lingling, and Lin Yaoyang in his eyes.

That's ..... Can I ask you to die....'

Bai Ying had already walked in front of Lin Xin at this time.

"Good ....."

Lin Xin was completely caught in that sadness and mourning at this time.

He slowly stretched out his hand.

Rumble!!!

In an instant, the white shadow in front of him was punched in the chest by him and hit him hard in the middle of the chest.

Countless flesh and blood spurted out, and a huge red blood hole appeared directly.

"You !? be able to break away from .....," Bai Ying looked at him in disbelief.

With tears in his eyes, Lin Xin grabbed the white shadow with both hands and tore it violently.

Burst!

Bai Ying's whole person was directly torn into two by him, and the upper half was accompanied by his head, and he was tightly held in his arms.

"Don't blame me....." Lin Xin hugged his head tightly, tilted his head, and tears slid down his cheeks.

"All the people who want me to die.... They all have to die!!"

The white shadow's frightened eyes finally became even more shocked.

Only then did he realize that Lin Xin had not escaped from the sword of mourning at all, but that his essence was like this!

He didn't even have time to use his fourth sword before it completely dissipated and turned into white smoke.

The Tenth Heavenly Boundary.

The gray-black sky, like a frozen oil painting, was dead silent, without any trace of activity.

On the vast gray and black earth, a river hundreds of meters wide slowly flows.

The river flow is gray and black, and it is extremely turbid, but there is a faint silver light flickering in the rolling water.

On the edge of a riverbank, several dark shadows stood calmly, quietly looking at the turbulent river.

The black shadow in the front, wearing a cloak, couldn't see the face, only a small white chin was exposed, and the corners of the mouth were hooked with a cold arc.

"This is the River of Aging..."

He stretched out his hand, his white and slender five fingers, and grabbed it gently.

The river suddenly flew up, swirling in the palm of his hand, condensing into a gray-black spider form.

Hiss...

The spider struggled, screaming wildly at the man in black. There is a special kind of fluctuation that can cause life to decay.

"Holy Lord, we have traveled thousands of miles to the Tenth Heavenly Realm to establish our headquarters at such a great cost. In contrast, why don't you manage the shadow realm well and choose to give up?"

A dark shadow couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

In this kind of ghost place where even the river water can kill people at any time, if you stay for a long time, even Tianzun may be polluted and invaded.

He couldn't understand why the Holy Lord had chosen to come here and start over. (To be continued.) )