Jingming took a deep breath, his gaze fell to the sky again, and suddenly he felt that the white clouds that were rolling up and dying seemed to suddenly become extremely heavy, and he was a rare cultivator in the Fanyin Temple The so-called wisdom sword, is the wisdom that can cut off all troubles, the practice of this way of the master, a sword through wisdom, self-sacrifice to cross others, is a very profound Buddhist sword true trick, not with great wisdom of people can not cultivate, so Jingming at a young age to understand this way, is regarded as another Buddhist leader after his senior brother Jingchen.

It's just that whether it is the sword of the Buddha or the sword of the Dao, all changes are not separated from the way of the sword, Yan Jingchen is a well-deserved first sword cultivator in the world, and he can turn a sword into tens of millions of laws in the world at will, which can be described as inclusive of all rivers and all-encompassing, as a disciple of Yan Jingchen, Lin Chen, took over the sword intent that Yan Jingchen's lifelong sword path obtained in the sword mound artistic conception, although it is far from the master's level, but a sword intent and vision in the way of the sword have long exceeded the realm of his own Taoism.

Maybe even he didn't realize it, but now his whole body, words and deeds, are all full of the spirit of the sword, in the eyes of a person who has such a level of cultivation, everything on this person is a sword, whether it is the messy black hair, the flowing clothes, the back of his eyes and even his voice, what a thrilling momentum.

Being able to personally feel such a powerful sword intent, that is, Jingming is cultivating a benevolent and indisputable Buddha sword, and he can't help but be dazzled, as if he was intoxicated, he in the sword intent is like falling into the depths of the abyss, feeling the ubiquitous majestic pressure, he is like a drowning person, struggling to rise and fall in the raging sea, after a while, Jingming is already pale, breathing rapidly, and the sweat on his body is gushing out like a waterfall, knowing that this is the limit of what he can support, but he just doesn't want to close his eyes, as the movement in the sky gets louder and louder, the sound of the sword roar is getting louder and louder, and Jingming's face is getting whiter and whiter, and the whole mind is about to be broken by the terrifying and terrifying sword intentAt this moment, the roaring waves in the cloudy sky like a dragon's roar suddenly stopped abruptly like the tide receding, and the surging clouds in all directions slowly calmed down, and everything fell silent!

Jingming's body shook violently, and the whole person suddenly retreated from the upside-down sword sea of the heavenly river, but saw a ghostly light flying in front of him like chasing the stars and catching the moon, and quietly fell in front of the man beside him.

Lin Chen shook his head and scolded with a smile, his palm covering the hilt of the sword.

At that moment, Jingming Huo Ran's eyes widened, and he had an illusion that he had never had before, this man's figure, as if a divine sword was slowly being pulled out of the eternal ice, just one more glance, his eyes were invaded by the fierce sword intent, and he suddenly began to stingle and cry.

That sword had no outward true shape, only endless sword intent, but it was extremely powerful.

"Are you okay?" In a trance, I suddenly heard a gentle voice coming from beside me.

This young monk of Fanyin Temple, his body trembled suddenly, and the illusion in front of him was like a cloud of smoke, and he was surrounded by this sky, this cliff, this pavilion, this man, and the sword were quietly carried behind his back, and there was no longer the slightest abnormality.

Lin Chen was looking at him with a smile, his eyes were meaningful, there was a faint smile on his lips, Jingming touched his face with one hand, the tears on his face were still there, and a slightly warm feeling came from his fingertips, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly saluted with a long bow, and said sincerely: "Amitabha, the donor has a point, and the little monk is really grateful to see such a sword." ”

Lin Chen smiled, coughed a few times, put one hand on his chest a few times, eased his breath, and then said: "You have taken care of me for many days, you should know my current situation, and you don't have the ability to dial you, thank you, just thank this stubborn guy." ”

He glanced at the young disciple of the Fanyin Temple in front of him, then turned around and looked into the distance, his calm face seemed to be a little confused for some reason, and said quietly: "But you can see the sword intent left by my master from it, and it is also your chance, do you know that in this world, there may be no such sword again." ”

The breeze blew from the opposite side, Lin Chen's long hair was scattered in the wind, dyed with the golden flame of the sun, his somewhat hoarse voice slowly became lower, only a pair of eyes were still silently staring into the distance, as if he wanted to see whose figure was from the sky.

Jingming was silent for a moment, shook his head, looked at his back, and the ancient sword hanging diagonally on his back, and said seriously: "Yes." ”

Lin Chen was stunned and looked back.

But seeing that Jingming's face was quite innocent and delicate, he smiled and continued: "That's your sword!"

My sword?my sword......

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment, as if he had been struck by lightning, as if he had woken up a person in a dream, the master's forgetful sword was no more, he knew that it was because Yan Jingchen's sword path was already standing at the pinnacle of the world, and one step further would be intolerable to the heavens, and he would be punished by heaven, and Emperor Wu also knew this, so he trapped Yan Jingchen in the world of mind with the supreme power of Buddhism, forcing him to make a choice, but he didn't expect that Yan Jingchen would rather abandon the sword than take that step, just because there are things that can't be let go, and there are people who can't give up.

Lin Chen has always had a boulder pressed in his heart, although he knew why the master was unwilling to pick up the sword again, and he also knew what the master would face once the sword was picked up again, but he still couldn't let go.

The cultivation world, and even the entire world, may not change because of the lack of someone, but it will definitely lack the most exciting part because of the lack of Yan Jingchen's sword.

However, Jingming's words made Lin Chen Huo Ran realize, and a bitter meaning came from the depths of his heart, and he suddenly realized the meaningful smile that Yan Jingchen had when he taught him the sword in the sword mound.

Master's Dust-Forgetting Sword passed away with the wind, but he handed over the real Dust-Forgetting Sword to himself.

Lin Chen closed his eyes, regardless of the capricious injuries in his body, he carefully felt the sword intent he had cultivated so far, he didn't think that under this experience, the whole person was suddenly stunned, if his sword heart in the past had been refined through hardships and clear, and the sword intent was like a surging river, then what he saw in his mind at the moment was a shocking and shocking abyss!

Many years ago, when he just worshiped the dust of Shushan, the master Mingyue Chan once told him that the road to the sky, the night can die, the cultivation of immortals, is originally the road to the sky, there is no half-step shortcut to speak of, in the end to the step of the cultivation of the road, can only look at the creation of the individual, even if Shushan is a famous sword sect, Shushan sword cultivators also have to accumulate the cultivation of the Tao little by little, sharpen the sword heart, refine the sword intent, in order to let themselves go further on the way of the sword, but everyone's experience is different, to the water metaphor of the Tao as a mirror, the vast majority of people throughout their lives, their sword intent can only turn into a pond, they are stuck in the mud and can not move forward, someone may be able to turn into a lake, It is only a small number of people with excellent qualifications and talents, as for those who can turn into great rivers, they are already the strongest people in the world, just like the existence of such a rare existence in the first seat of Shu Mountain, he also asked Ming Yuechan, known as the master of a generation of sword gods, what can his sword intent turn into, but Ming Yuechan only smiled and shook her head and did not answer his words.

Until today, he finally understood why Shi Niang couldn't say it that day, because the master's sword intent, if he hadn't experienced it himself, it was simply indescribable.

The so-called once difficult sea for water is exactly what he feels in his heart at the moment, because he has seen the ultimate scenery in the world once, so everything along the way is no longer a landscape.

His sword intent also quietly changed from a long river to a magnificent one.

Lin Chen opened his eyes, the brightness in his eyes was better than the morning light left in the floating clouds, and the pure light that he glanced at was shocked for no reason, only to see that although Lin Chen's face was still pale and tired, but in this moment of closing his eyes and opening his eyes, it seemed to be reborn, and his whole body was full of joy and vitality.

Jingming didn't know everything invisible, but at this moment, he could clearly feel the changes in Lin Chen's body, and couldn't help but fold his hands, his eyes were very happy, and he chanted softly: "Amitabha, good!

Lin Chen let out a long breath of turbidity, untied the knot in his heart, as if the whole person had become refreshed, he suddenly remembered the vague impression of the scenes he had felt in the coma these days, and couldn't help asking: "Little Master, I don't know where the people from Shushan are now? What other major events have happened in the past month?"

Jingming smiled slightly, as if he knew that Lin Chen would ask this question, and said: "The senior brothers of Shushan have already set off to return to Shushan, in addition to some of the predecessors of the Xuanmen in my temple, the people left by the various sects and factions are only, most of them have returned to their respective sects, and the situation in the south has basically stabilized in the past month, there is not much turmoil, and occasionally there is news that those monsters are still harming people, and they are quickly subdued by the righteous people who have been driven over." ”

Lin Chen nodded, for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, since it was time to recuperate, Fanyin Temple, as an authentic giant, and the authentic Buddhism, would not drive people away, but sects like Shushan and Kunlun would not stay for a long time, but he also knew that behind the gradual tranquility in the world, he didn't know how many people were watching with bated breath, how many dark tides were surging, and the Witch Emperor was hit hard by them and retreated. How could the people of the "Divine Weapon of Warfare" know the true horror of the Witch Emperor? It is said that it is a heavy blow, in fact, even those of them who confronted the Witch Emperor head-on on the 100,000 mountains that day have no bottom in their hearts, after all, they have witnessed the Witch Emperor's almost immortal supernatural powers, and even the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder shattered his golden body can be nirvana again, but it is beyond the scope of any Taoism in the world, even Lin Chen, although he knows the Witch Emperor's immortal golden body and the "shocking god" Heaven and earth seemed to be interdependent, but he was not sure if the Witch Emperor had been severely injured by his sword.

In other words, no one in the world can see through the person of Emperor Wu, where he is now, what he is thinking, who can know?