In the underground cave, the stone walls glow with a pale cyan light, and the eye-catching words are densely arranged on it.

In the center of the cave, Ji Lin stood with a sword.

"Sacrificial Sword!" Duan Tian said coldly.

So with a "poof", the rusty sword came out of the sheath, and Ji Lin cut a sword on his wrist without mercy.

Although the sword was rusty, the edge was still there, but with a slight comparison, blood gushed out and dripped down the wrist on the sword. The rust attached to the sword devoured the blood at a speed that was recognizable to the naked eye, and about a ninth of the rust disappeared, revealing the blue-white tip of the sword.

"That's it, right?"

Seeing that the rusty sword no longer sucked his own blood, Ji Lin immediately sealed the wound.

He closed his eyes, and the next moment he entered the Sword Realm.

The second layer of the sword realm is no longer as white as the first layer, only to see a peak towering into the clouds, cliffs, canyon depth, rivers under the mountain, rapid turbulence and sword, fierce waves like running, a magnificent scene.

The rivers and mountains complement each other, and the beauty is breathtaking.

"Hahaha, how's it going? I made it myself. A long laugh came from somewhere, with an understated question.

In an instant, the wind and waves were calm, and the river was as stable as a lake. Ji Lin turned his head to take a look, only to see Duan Tianhan wearing a hat, sitting in a lonely boat, with a bamboo fishing rod in his hand, the thin fishing line was tight, and there seemed to be a big fish in the water.

Seeing this scene, Ji Lin laughed dumbly, and only held back a sentence for a long time: "Yo, Brother Duan is really good Yaxing!"

"Hey, hey, I'm smiling. It's not boring here, as long as your brother and I have a thought, mountains and rivers, plains and grasslands, low valleys and hills, pavilions and pavilions, what do you want!" Duan Tianhan spoke a little faster, looking very happy. He put down his fishing rod and beckoned to Ji Lin on the opposite bank.

"Okay, I'll sit with you. Ji Lin smiled helplessly, jumped lightly into the boat on tiptoe, and sat with him. Duan Tianhan flicked his sleeves, and there were more tea seats, tea trays, and incomplete tea sets on the boat, and he made a cup of hot tea for the two of them.

"The scenery is easy, but the people have not changed, but when I come here again, my mood has also changed. Han Fei, do you feel like this?" Looking at the surrounding scenery, Duan Tianhan couldn't help but sigh with emotion, smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and took a small sip, "The mountains are good, the water is good, the tea is better, and my mood is naturally good." ”

"Too lazy to talk nonsense with you. You didn't ask me to come here for this, did you?" Ji Lin didn't have time to appreciate these unreal scenes, so he took half a sip of tea and squinted at him.

Duan Tianhan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Talking about amorous affairs with you kid, I'm really boring to myself." ”

Then he put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, pointed a little to Ji Lin's eyebrows, and drove Ji Lin out.

The second-level cultivation mantra emerged in his mind, and Ji Lin didn't care about complaining, so he began to "recognize ink".

If the first layer only taught him to transform the Heavenly Spirit Ink Yuan into Xuanling Cold Ink, then the second layer opened the "Water Transformation" - the Ice Gate! Turning ink into ice, both offensive and defensive, the attack is sharp, the code is gapless, the sword can be shielded, and the magic is endless. This layer is about the preliminary use of Xuanling Hanmo.

Similarly, the ink sha of the second layer was also comprehended by Ji Lin: the ice blade danced in the cold sky, and the remnants of the wind flew thousands of traces. It is the same martial arts and light skills, one move is full of flying ice blades, and one move is difficult to trace.

You Feng had just sat on the big boulder with the little fox in his arms to rest, and there was movement under his buttocks, so he hurriedly came down again.

Sure enough, it was Ji Lin who moved the stone out of the hole and came out of it.

"Hey, didn't you go back?" Ji Lin said in surprise when he saw Youfeng.

"Cough, that, that ......" You Feng was a little embarrassed, he wanted to speak and stopped, and after thinking for a while, he still said the reason, "Poor Dao and Ai Pet rushed out of the mountain this time, crossed the mountain gate barrier, and their strength was low, and they had no choice." ”

"In other words, do you want to go down the mountain with me?" Ji Lin raised his eyebrows and hugged his arms for a long time, "You know, I am also a mortal with low strength, where can I have the ability to protect you?"

"Then the poor Dao is the head of the cattle and horses for the donor, right? Although the poor Dao is young, he is not inferior to the senior brothers and sisters of the poor Dao in Taoism, and he will definitely have the strength to protect the donor!" You Feng hurriedly said.

"Whatever you want. Come with me to the Dark Cloud Mountain. Ji Lin didn't care, for him, one more person or one less person would have little impact on him.

So, the two of them left this Tianyun Mountain one after the other.

The other side of the Tianyun Forest Enchantment - the Eastern Immortal Domain.

Looking from the east of Tianyun Mountain, there is a mountain in the distance, the mountain is strange, the stone wall is deep blue, straight into the sky, the top of the mountain is above the cloudy sky. If you know how to do magic, you can summon a cloud with a wave of your hand, and if you stand on it, soar through the clouds and fog, and fly to it, you can see that the top of the mountain is not straight up and down like its body, but it extends in the other direction, and it looks like a tall man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, but he has a slender head and neck like a white goose. Under the cliff on the top of the mountain, there is a strange cypress with an oblique length, on the top, a lake seems to be located here without a source, the water flows straight down from the top of the cliff, like a waterfall, and a cloud layer is clear, the cloud is just a big mountain, there is no waterfall in sight.

In the middle of the lake, there is a Taoist temple and a breeze here. The gate is not a long time, on both sides, two white-clothed boys leaning on the doorpost to take a nap, two doorposts each carved a five-clawed dragon, lifelike on the door plaque written two big characters of the bone fairy wind - "Qingfeng".

Qingfeng view gate is facing the incense burner, the corridor around the perimeter, the four corners are pavilions, there is no seat in the pavilion, there is only a thick stone pillar surrounded by a person, about four feet high, the stone pillar does not have a gorgeous carving, but there are many holes of different sizes, the distribution is scattered, the four pavilions are all there, in the center, I don't know what mystery is set here.

In the main hall, the statue of Sanqing is not angry and self-righteous, but the layout in the hall is extremely simple, there is only one case under the Sanqing, the Ding furnace in front of the case, the futon in front of the furnace, there is no feeling of resplendent brilliance, but it is very elegant. On the futon, a Weng holds a whisk in his hand, meditates with his eyes in his eyes, his expression is peaceful and dignified, his white hair is tied with a scarf, his white eyebrows are hanging from his shoulders, his white beard is spread on the ground, but there is no wrinkle on his face.

The wind is born on the top of the mountain, and the wind passes through the holes of the stone pillars of the four pavilions, and the sound of the wind gathers from all directions and enters the ears of Daoweng. Dao Weng's closed eyes narrowed a slit, sighed, and shook his head gently, with a somewhat helpless expression on his face:

"Alas, this little apprentice of the poor Dao is really not worry-free! It is no matter what, it is also an opportunity for him to taste the flavors of life in the mortal world and experience the difficulty of cultivating the Tao. ”

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There are thousands of peaks in the Tianyun Mountains, the most famous of which are the Yanyun of the North Mountain, the Haiyun of the South Mountain, the Qingyun of the East Mountain, the Dark Cloud of the West Mountain, and the Tianyun of the Middle Mountain.

If Ji Lin wants to go down the mountain, he will have to pass through the dark clouds of the West Mountain.

Wuyun Mountain, all the year round dark clouds shrouded, rain frequently, because of its mountain high road narrow, many cliffs, steep mountain, so it is called "the danger of the clouds" by the world. Of course, not only for these reasons, there are many thieves in the dark clouds of the West Mountain, most of them are exiled people and fleeing generals of the defeated army, these chaotic ministers and thieves have fallen into the grass, formed gangs, and entrenched in this dark cloud mountain to claim the king and hegemony, and most of the people who have entered here have not been able to come out alive.

When I entered this dark cloud mountain, I saw the trees in the shade, covering the sky and the sun, not seeing the light of the sky, and my eyes were black. The trees of Wuyun Mountain are gray and black, the land under their feet is also black, the mountain forest is filled with light gray mist, I don't know the direction, the whole mountain is extremely dark, day and night are indistinguishable, and the moon is not seen. From time to time, the wind came, passing through the holes of the stone trees, and the ghosts cried wolf.

"Click, click, click......" The crisp sound of stepping on the deciduous forest path came from the other side, and between the forest fog, the figures of three people were vaguely visible, from blurry to gradually clear.

There is a tall and thin shadow walking on the left, walking staggeringly, staggering, hanging a child; walking in the front is a majestic figure, walking in a tiger's step, arrogant and domineering, fierce and fierce; walking at the end is a very short figure in comparison, walking as a car, not in a hurry, not slow, falling and generous.

"Brother Dic, when are we going to be the head of the day?" The person who spoke was a tall man, with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, thief eyebrows and rat eyes, a goat's beard and a goat's beard, wearing a big horse coat, carrying a big scimitar, and walking with a looped leg, which was extremely funny.

The one called "Dice" is a majestic man at the head, with a bright and clear head, a beard, a face like a copper basin, eyes like copper bells, eight feet tall, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, carrying a big knife, wearing a black sweatshirt, and his muscles are knotted like a rock. The broadsword is four feet long, five inches wide, and half an inch thick, and it is domineering. His temper also matched his physique, and when he turned his head, he viciously scolded the tall man: "Close your anus! You eat things inside and out, and your ears are clogged, don't you even hear the fucking sound of Lao Tzu?

The tall man didn't dare to say anything, and he was silent.

And the "short man" who walked at the end did not say a word from beginning to end, he tied his head with red satin, his face was delicate and immature, he was a teenager, dressed in black, black to his feet, carrying a large cylinder on his back, wrapped tightly in black cloth, a pen in his hand rotated rapidly at his fingertips, his head was buried, and he didn't care at all about the two people arguing in front.

"Well, what is this called? The great hero has become a thief in such a poor mountain and bad water? Why did Brother Jackal become like this?" the young man grumbled, frowning and looking at the pen in his hand, with a sad face.

Before he came here, he had thought of countless brilliant results, but he didn't expect that he would patrol the mountains with bandits at this time. He didn't want to pay attention to the two thieves in front of him, although the "jackal" in his mouth was not a small status in the village, but he always felt that this "jackal brother" was very bad - what to do is better than being a bandit!

He began to fantasize about his heroic path again, and he was so engrossed that the spinning pen came out of his hand and fell on the fallen leaves with a small sound. The daydream was interrupted, and the boy leaned over to pick up the pen, but in the upside-down vision he saw a pair of bright eyes not far behind him, and he froze in this movement, blinking his eyes to determine whether he was mistaken, but those eyes were still there, and they were staring at him.

He picked up his pen, straightened up, turned back, and walked to his own accord, ignoring the two bandits who were traveling with him. In his eyes, this kind of little minion is dispensable.

The person who was discovered by the teenager was Ji Lin.

As for You Feng and his little fox, they must have gone to collect medicine in this big forest again. That little Taoist priest was really unreliable, and when he saw a good baby, he forgot the eldest brother he just recognized. Ji Lin didn't care, he didn't expect that "living immortal" to help him.

(End of chapter)