After that, the smile on her face disappeared cleanly, her phoenix eyes widened, her willow eyebrows were upside down, and she said angrily: "Why are you talking so much, don't take advantage of this opportunity, not everyone can comprehend the sword tablet." ”

The smile on Lin Heng's face suddenly stopped, his face was solemn, and he asked seriously: "Can I comprehend the sword tablet is what Teacher Mo meant?"

Mo Yao'er nodded.

She stared at Lin Heng and said with a solemn expression: "Actually, the resources of the entire Xuanyu can be tilted towards you, not only my father, but also the meaning of the master. ”

She looked Lin Heng up and down again, and praised her: "I see that your aura is very different from a month ago, presumably you are already in the Spirit Transformation Realm." Actually, I envy you, with your qualifications, you can be said to be a genius at the level of the royal city, and even in the imperial city, you are an elite, you are considered a condescending talent in the Xuanyu. ”

Hearing this, Lin Heng smiled and said softly, "Isn't Sister Yao'er's cultivation also a spiritual realm?" ”

She glanced at Lin Heng, her face was as cold as ice all of a sudden, as if a resentment rose in her chest, and she scolded loudly: "I have been cultivating for two years, if I haven't transformed into a spirit realm, then am I still worthy of being the daughter of the Xuanyu Elder?"

"I see that you have only been practicing for about half a year, and I believe that you are the first celestial vein, you are really more popular than people. She was so angry that the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

simply ignored Lin Heng, directly stared at a pair of copper bell-like eyes, sat on the ground and meditated cross-legged, and set his eyes on the sword tablet.

Lin Heng laughed twice, girls are really difficult creatures.

Lin Heng also quickly entered the state and sat down cross-legged. Hold your breath and concentrate on what is on the stele.

The font of the sword tablet is very abstract, not so much a word as a painting.

The content on the stele reveals a long-term atmosphere, and it is indeed the top ten ancient skills of Kunlun.

In the long past, the ancients did not have the means of long-term preservation, and the inscription on the stone could be well preserved and left behind.

Lin Heng suspected that the water penetration stone was also a stone tablet at first, and it should have been evolved and written in a book by the predecessors.

As for the preservation of these two ritual swordsmanship in this way, it should be related to the sword intent on the words on the stone tablet, each stroke has divine implications, containing supreme sword intent, which is undoubtedly more valuable than swordsmanship.

Lin Heng now suspects that the Cangshu Tablet is also a valuable resource left by the ancients.

The shape of the stele resembles a sword, and the words on the stele are scattered, making it difficult to make associations.

Lin Heng seemed to be reading a wordless book, and like a baby looking at the unfathomable font, the relevant content of the font did not immediately appear in his mind, but only cranky thoughts, all speculation.

The massive number of thoughts in his mind were like burning ropes beating Lin Heng's heart, but they couldn't make him resonate with the sword tablet, as if he was looking at an ordinary stone, without any reaction or result.

The content of the Sammo font was fruitless, and Lin Heng could only turn to comprehend the sword intent on the font.

Lin Heng's eyes were closed, and he used his own sword intent to comprehend the sword intent contained in the sword tablet, seeking resonance.

Wisps of black and white intersecting spiritual mist appeared on Lin Heng's body, which was none other than Lin Heng's sword intent. The sword intent swirled around the body, floating uncertainly.

The sword intent contained in the sword tablet is fierce and domineering, while Lin Heng's sword intent is a combination of rigidity and softness, complementing each other, and there is no need to be rejected by the sword intent on the sword tablet.

At this time, Mo Yao'er suddenly glanced at Lin Heng, frowned, and muttered to herself: "This guy has entered the state so quickly, and he really has two hits, but I just don't know if he will be woken up." ”

Lin Heng's sword intent was getting closer and closer to the sword stele, and the sword intent on the sword stele was actually fused and entangled, unexpectedly, that domineering sword intent frantically poured into Lin Heng's mind.

A large picture suddenly surged out of Lin Heng's mind, which was beyond Lin Heng's control at all.

Lin Heng seemed to have entered some kind of special state, as if he had entered a dreamland.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Heng was immersed in the scene and entered the bits and pieces of pictures in his mind. Fun read

The desert is lonely, dusty, and in the desert, there is only the scorching sun. Dry and hot weather, as if distorting the whole space.

Suddenly, the sound of shaking mountains came from the endless desert.

The sound of drums and trumpets came from all directions.

Lin Heng stood on the yellow sand, calm and relaxed, his eyes wandering around like a torch.

At this time, Jin Ge Iron Horse swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. A pitch-black figure appeared from the left and right sides of Lin Heng, thousands of horses galloping, dusty.

Birds and beasts are all strange birds and monsters. A behemoth mammoth with fangs as white as jade. The pterosaur swallows the fire and burns the desert.

The shadow of swords, guns, and swords, bloodthirsty killing, happened in front of Lin Heng's eyes.

This is a war between demons and humans.

Lin Heng is like a witness, witnessing the mutual fight between demons and demons in ancient times. Blood stained the battlefield red, the battle flag wrapped the undead, and the blood flowed like a river, bloody wind and rain.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Heng entered another picture, the battle of the demons!

The Battle of the Demons at the End of the Eternals!

After tens of millions of years of eternal times, the human race stood at the head of all races, creating a prosperous period through the ages, and tens of millions of years of prosperity appeared in the ancient period.

The battle against demons has started in the Zhonghai Realm!

In the Nine Heavens, thousands of immortal realm powerhouses swarmed out to jointly resist the invasion of the demon clan.

The sky was dark, the blood was raining and the wind was bloody, and the life and soul in the Zhonghai Realm were devastated, and it was all ruins and broken walls, and it was a mess. Above the ruins were countless corpses, and beneath the ruins was an endless sea of blood.

A large hole appeared in the sky, and a black hand covered with demonic clouds stretched out from the entrance of the hole, and everywhere the black hand passed, there was no grass and rivers of blood. The fairyland powerhouse was like an ant in front of the demon hand, and was easily shot down like a meteor falling into the sea of stars.

The Middle Sea Realm was overwhelmed by heavy losses, and the Demon Clan poured out of the Great Hole in the Sky, and countless Demon Men flocked to it.

Suddenly, the five realms became hell on earth, and all living beings were devastated.

Lin Heng witnessed all this, he felt deeply, his heart was like being stabbed by a needle, and he was suddenly angry. The blood in his whole body was boiling, almost biting his lips and teeth, and his teeth were rattling, eager to kill the demons.

But this scene is just a fragment of memory, or just an illusion.

The Wan clan poured everything they could to build nine towers, but forged nine holy artifacts as the keys to the towers.

The Imperial Tower seemed to form an impregnable barrier, protecting the entire continent, and all the demon clans were in a dilemma. The Ten Thousand Races began to counterattack, and the Demon Race was almost wiped out.

Just when he felt that he was about to win, the barrier formed by the imperial tower was pierced by a black hand, and just as the black hand was about to destroy the nine imperial towers, a man with a sword fought with the black hand in the air.

At this moment, the blood in Lin Heng's whole body was boiling, and that man was none other than Lin Yi Sword Immortal in the Martyr's Palace!

He did everything he could, even burning his life, just to buy a little time. The behemoth-like black hand in the sky was delayed by Lin Yi Sword Immortal for a few breaths, and Lin Heng's body gradually blurred until it disappeared.

Hundreds of immortal powerhouses poured their lives into the tower, and the tower burst out with brilliant and dazzling light, the black hand was cut off, and the barrier was even more impregnable.

The picture disappeared, and Lin Heng woke up suddenly.

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To be continued