"Knock!" "Knock!"

In an instant, there were three muffled sounds, the interval was very short, and the sound didn't seem to be too loud, but there was an extraordinarily dull and penetrating feeling, which inexplicably made people panic.

Lin Yi leaped quickly up the hill above, and even though he was carrying a heavy deerskin bag, he was agile and climbed a big tree like an ape.

However, at this very moment, a strong wind struck, and the trees shook violently.

Lin Yi reacted quickly and firmly grasped the nearby tree trunk, so that he did not fall down.

In a dense forest, which was at least five or six miles away from him, there were two blazing rays of light shining, shuttling at great speed.

Lin Yi was shocked.

It was clearly two sword lights, and they were flying swords.

"Boom!"

Another blow, two flying swords struck each other, and there was another dull sound.

Lin Yi's heart was awe-inspiring, and he saw that the trees in the mountain forest were instantly shattered, and the wind swept out like a tornado. Many broken branches were scattered like rain in the wind, and they could be seen even in the dark.

The flying sword is a light and spiritual thing, but the two hit each other but make such a sound, such an amazing power, even from a distance, you can feel the terrifying.

"Divine Mind Realm!"

Lin Yi's breathing had stopped, this was definitely not only a cultivator of the Chengtian Realm, at least to the Divine Thought Realm!

Only cultivators who have reached the Divine Mind Realm, the True Yuan condensation is like a clumsy stone, and they will make such a sound when they hit each other, and they will have such a terrifying power.

There are very few people in the world who can feel qi and become cultivators, and the vast majority of them need eight to ten years to go from the Yellow Bud Realm to the Destiny Palace Realm, and it takes more than twenty years for the Destiny Palace Realm to reach the Artistic Conception Realm, and the time is more than doubled.

Therefore, the vast majority of cultivators in the world were already ancient when they cultivated to the Heavenly Inheritance Realm, and they no longer had time to break through to the Divine Mind Realm.

The number of divine thoughts, sanctification, truthfulness, and confusion in the heavens is extremely rare.

Even his father, Lin Wangbei, was already one of the military giants back then, and he had only reached the middle level of Chengtian cultivation, and among the 70,000 border troops under his father's command at that time, there were only two Divine Mind cultivators to worship.

Most of those teachings in the Southern Heavenly Courtyard were already geniuses who had advanced their cultivation extremely quickly, and they had only cultivated to the Chengtian Realm before middle age.

In the world of practitioners, according to the custom of the past and present, a practitioner who has cultivated to the holy realm is called a "sub-sage", and if he has cultivated to the wonderful true realm, he is already called a "sage".

Six years ago, when the Yongzhou army mutinied and the old dynasty and the new dynasty changed, regardless of the Northern Wei Dynasty, there were only three "sages" in the entire south who cultivated to the Miaozhen realm, and they were called the three saints of the south.

These Southern Three Saints are simply high up in the world of ordinary cultivators, and they can't be touched, and even the vast majority of people only know about the existence of these three people, but they don't know their specific names at all.

The tall and thin old man Lin Yi met in the library of Qitian Academy was above the Divine Confusion Realm, and he must be one of the three saints, but it was impossible for Lin Yi to know who it was and what its origin was.

Cultivators of the Divine Mind Realm are also mostly called "half-saints", and if they are either prominent and powerful, they are all guards, and the army is all cornerstone-like figures.

The gap between a low-level cultivator and a cultivator of the Divine Mind Realm is too big, like the difference between a tanuki and a giant elephant, with Lin Yi's strength at this time, if he encounters such an artistic conception, he may still have the strength to fight, and he may be able to escape when he encounters the Chengtian Realm, but when he encounters a cultivator of this Divine Mind Realm, he may not even have the slightest strength to fight back, and he will not even be able to escape.

"This is not like a newborn Divine Mind Realm cultivator, but he was already a half-saint of the Divine Mind Realm before entering Meishan, otherwise it would be impossible for him to control the True Yuan so smoothly and arbitrarily in a fierce fight. ”

"Knock!", "Knock!", "Knock!", ......

It was as if there was a divine drum constantly hammering between the heavens and the earth, and the two cultivators of the Divine Mind Realm were like two huge desolate beasts raging in the mountains and forests, and the wind was constantly raging, even sweeping the silent miasma in the surrounding valleys.

Streams of strangely colored miasma swept out of the depths of many forests like poisonous dragons.

“......”

Where did Lin Yi dare to go over to watch the battle, just these miasma made him feel furious in his heart.

He unloaded the deerskin bag from his back, and stuck it in a place in the tree, and then he climbed up the tree, and the miasma, which was mostly heavy, accumulated under the woods, and when he climbed near the treetops, he felt much more comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar in the mountain forest, and a sword light seemed to go crazy, forming a sword wheel in the forest, instantly cutting off a circle of trees around it, and no trees of any thickness were spared.

At the same time, another sword light shrank back and flew back quietly.

In the next moment, the two sword lights all disappeared, and only the wind still howled out in the mountain forest.

"Winner or loser?"

Lin Yi waited for dozens of breaths, but there was no movement.

But he didn't dare to rush to see it immediately, after all, if it was unfortunate that it was the demi-saint of the Northern Wei Dynasty who won, and it happened to be discovered, it would be too late to regret it.

After waiting for another cup of tea, Lin Yi quietly got off the tree, picked up the deerskin bag, and walked towards the mountain forest.

He was cautious, sniffing the air.

Most of the way was downhill, and he didn't walk slowly, and soon approached the place where the two demi-saints were fighting.

Suddenly, he smelled a smell of blood, mixed with a peculiar scent of orchid.

His scalp exploded, his breathing stopped completely, and even one foot was already lifted in the air, but he didn't dare to settle down.

Through the gaps in the trees, he saw that an area of the forest was full of broken wood and a ring of fallen trees.

One of the cultivators was lying on the ground, and a terrible sword wound directly tore open the cultivator's chest and back, and the internal organs had been shattered, apparently completely lifeless.

This dead cultivator was dressed in ordinary black cloth clothes, and it was impossible to tell if it was a cultivator from the Southern Dynasty or the Northern Wei Dynasty, but at this time, the other winning cultivator hadn't even left!

The practitioner sat down leaning against a large tree that had been cut off at the waist, the left half of his body covered in blood, and his left arm was broken at the elbow.

However, the clothes worn by this cultivator were half-coat and half-leather armor, with narrow sleeves and narrow trousers, which were clearly the clothes and accessories of a cultivator of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The blood on the cultivator's arm had stopped, but at this time, his eyes were closed, his chest rose and fell rhythmically, and his skin was a little inexplicably red, and there were tiny air currents surging under his skin like a thin snake, and he was obviously trying his best to refine some elixir.

Lin Yi held his breath, he didn't dare to make any movements, tried not to make any sound, and hid in this forest.

Even if this kind of cultivator is seriously injured, even if he is in meditation practice, it is not something that a cultivator of his level can sneak attack.

Lin Yi had experienced many waits in his life, but this time the wait was even more difficult than waiting for news from his father back then, he had never been in contact with this kind of divine thought realm cultivator before, and he didn't know how far the other party's perception would go.

If this Northern Wei Divine Realm cultivator woke up and discovered his existence, then he would probably have died a very unjust death.

He completely held his breath and entered a state of internal breathing, the flow of blood became slow, and his skin gradually became cold, but his perception became more acute.

It was only less than a stick of incense that the Northern Wei cultivator snorted, spit out a mouthful of reverse blood, and then stood up.

The moment he stood up, Lin Yi's heart almost beat violently uncontrollably.

The True Yuan on this Northern Wei cultivator's body surged, and a terrifying aura spread outward like substance.

"If it weren't for the fact that we in the Northern Wei Dynasty had this thing, let me discover your existence first, and make you injured by the sneak attack first, I would have died in this battle. ”

"Li Qingming, I have won this battle in disgrace, but this is a battle between the two dynasties, not a cultivator's competition. ”

The Northern Wei cultivator walked up to the dead cultivator and was very emotional, and his voice was indeed a thick Northern Wei accent.

He didn't notice Lin Yi, and after saying these two words, he leaned down and put away the flying sword and the bag on his body that the Northern Wei cultivator had dropped on the ground. In the next moment, this Northern Wei cultivator took out a black square plate, looked at it, and his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the forest.

"Li Qingming, is this cultivator of our dynasty called Li Qingming?"

"What does he mean by this, is there anything in the Northern Wei Dynasty that can sense the existence of other cultivators?" When this Northern Wei cultivator left, Lin Yi had a feeling of prostration for the rest of his life, if it weren't for the fact that he was already extremely proficient in the cultivation method of the Leakless Golden Body, otherwise he would definitely be sweating at this time.