The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 143: Tongtian Altar

"The place of death?"

　　

　　 Lin Yun showed doubts in his eyes, apparently he had never heard of it, and his face was puzzled.

　　

　　"Yes, it’s a place of dead burial. The place is covered with magic mist all the year round, and all the ancient monsters have been demonized. It is very dangerous, but according to... it is the preaching place of this sect. All kinds of incredible benefits are very mysterious."

　　

　　 Ming Ye's eyes burst with light, and he said in a deep voice: "The place of preaching, if it is the most elite disciple of this ancient sect, only the most elite disciples of this ancient sect are qualified to enter, see."

　　

　　 Lin Yun felt hot, and naturally understood what the other party meant.

　　

　　Looking at the relics of the sect, you can tell what status this ancient sect had in the golden age of the year!

　　

　　 The most elite disciple under his school is qualified to enlighten the inheritance of Dao. It is so tempting and unnecessary.

　　

　　"The sharp innate powerhouses who come to the Qingyang Realm will almost always go to this place of death and burial. Even our three major overlord-level sects will not find any advantage in it. But this time, there is The treasure in your hand can barely compete."

　　

　　 Ming Ye chuckled softly, even with the treasure in Lin Yun's hands, he didn't seem very confident.

　　

　　 Barely fighting?

　　

　　 Lin Yun was slightly stunned, this Ming Ye was the young master of the overlord sect, but he didn't seem mad.

　　

　　 In the Qingyang realm, the powerhouse of the half-step entrance can be regarded as the sharpest existence.

　　

　　 If Lin Yun doesn't have a treasure in his hand, facing such a strong person, he can only turn around and run.

　　

　　 Even if Thunder Flame is a great fighter, it is very uncomfortable to get a few palms on the opponent.

　　

　　 The gray-clothed old man beside 　　 Ming Ye is an unpredictable half-step porch expert!

　　

　　 If Ming Ye can barely fight for him, then the others are afraid they can't fight.

　　

　　 Perhaps, Ming Ye’s real goal has always been Bai Lixuan’s group of people.

　　

　　 He had seen before, that the gang of Lingxiao Jiange, each of them was so powerful that it was terrifying.

　　

The sword on 　　 can break through even Yunxiao.

　　

　　 Bai Lixuan only has the seven innate orifices cultivation base, but it gives him the feeling that it is more terrifying than the half-step entrance elders of Jin Yanzong and Xueyunmen.

　　

　　 Under his full strength, no one knows how terrifying his strength is.

　　

　　 If you use four words to describe it, it must be unfathomable.

　　

　　 Si Xueyi, who has the same fame as him, I'm afraid it's almost there.

　　

　　 This is still a master on the bright side, a powerful casual cultivator hidden in secret, not to mention much.

　　

　　 After a while, Ming Ye gathered the disciples of Mingguang Pavilion, and all those who had cultivated the Five Orifices were persuaded to leave.

　　

　　 only four or five sect elites with innate six or seven orifices remain.

　　

　　 "Let's go."

　　

　　 Half a day later, a mysterious forbidden area shrouded in magic mist appeared in the eyes of everyone in the vast ruins of the sect.

　　

　　This place is very remote. If Lin Yun came to find it by himself, it would be difficult to find it.

　　

　　 A faint black mist, whistling non-stop with the cloudy wind.

　　

　　 is like a magic sound, disturbing the mind and making people very uncomfortable.

　　

　　"Is this magic fog?"

　　

　　 "It's terrible..."

　　

　　 "It feels like a road to hell, and the Yin Qi is heavy."

　　

In the ruins of 　　 sect, the innate powerhouse of Mingguang Pavilion, his face was rather solemn when he saw the magic mist for the first time.

　　

　　 There are still many powerful casual cultivators in the Quartet, and they are also silent on the edge of this dead burial place.

　　

　　 But most of them gritted their teeth and rushed in without turning back.

　　

Under 　　, there are many ancient remains on the ground, looming, they are all ancient sect disciples who died in battle.

　　

　　Here, a long time ago, there must have been a terrifying battle.

　　

　　 Ming Ye frowned slightly and said: "The magic fog has faded a lot, it seems that we have been behind for a long time. Everyone, come with me."

　　

　　 Entering the magic mist, everyone suddenly felt a little discomfort.

　　

　　 Demonic energy permeates every hole, like a body of yin wind erosion, everyone has to separate spirit elements to resist these demonic energy.

　　

　　 Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged, this kind of devilish energy did not cause much harm to him.

　　

　　 Earlier, he used magic energy to refine his body to achieve the perfect thunder flame combat body.

　　

　　 "That's..."

　　

　　 didn't go far, I saw a group of people around the huge monster corpse, surprised again and again.

　　

　　 Everyone took a look, and they sucked in air.

　　

　　 This is a rash and fleshy scalp, with the corpse of a monster beast as big as a mountain, lying on the ground, lifeless.

　　

　　 There is only one scar on his body.

　　

　　 It was an inconspicuous sword mark, but it went deep into the internal organs and a fatal blow.

　　

　　The black demon blood flows down the wound like a stream.

　　

　　 "What a terrible sword technique!"

　　

　　"With just one sword, the sword power contained in it shattered all the vitality of this beast."

　　

　　"I heard that this sword was left by Bai Lixuan. Someone saw that this monster didn't have long eyes to shoot at him, and he solved it with a backhand sword."

　　

　　 "This monster was afraid that it had the strength of the seven innate orifices during his lifetime?"

　　

　　 Everyone was terrified. Although Bai Lixuan hadn't really seen Bai Lixuan's action, the corpse of the monster he left caused a great shock to people.

　　

　　 Buzzing!

　　

　　 Lin Yun moved his right ear slightly, and heard the sound of a sword chirping, stirring in the beast's body.

　　

　　's face changed suddenly, and he said: "Young Master Ming, step back, this beast corpse is a little weird!"

　　

　　 Ming Ye was puzzled, the old man in gray didn't see the problem, so Lin Yun saw something wrong.

　　

　　 But he still has some trust in Lin Yun.

　　

　　 immediately waved their hands, and everyone in Mingguang Pavilion retreated far at the same time.

　　

　　嘭!

　　

　　 Just as a few people stood firm, they heard a roar, among the fallen monster beast corpses in front. Suddenly, seven sword lights burst into the sky.

　　

　　嘭嘭嘭!

　　

　　After a while, the monster body, which was still a little lingering just now, was snapped away in capital.

　　

　　 The violent sword aura, caught off guard, injured many warriors who were observing the corpse.

　　

　　 There was almost no warning. For those who were injured by sword qi, the lighter ones were pierced through their chests, the more severed hands and feet, and they were half useless on the spot.

　　

　　, more than ten people were injured.

　　

　　 "This is the meaning of the sword!"

　　

　　"With a single sword in hand, it left such a sharp sword intent, and it has only dispersed now..."

　　

　　"How terrible is Bai Lixuan's strength?"

　　

　　 The corpses of the monster beasts torn apart, and the warriors who were injured by the aftermath of the sword qi, everyone looked shocked.

　　

　　 Ming Ye exclaimed: "Lin Yun, thanks to you just now!"

　　

　　The gray-clothed old man looked at him profoundly and said: "Lin Gongzi's kendo perception, I am afraid that he is not far from the sword intent, I have not noticed the sword power in the body of the talented monster."

　　

　　 Lin Yun's face was calm and did not say much.

　　

　　 He is only half-step sword intent, he wants to reach the point of Bai Lixuan, it is still too far.

　　

　　 I really don’t know how the Lingxiao sword pavilion cultivated such a perverted kendo evildoer.

　　

　　 continued to walk forward, and the corpses of monster beasts gradually increased.

　　

　　A lot of people have come here to open the way. As a latecomer, there is less trouble.

　　

　　In this forbidden land, perhaps because of the devilish energy, there are many ancient sect disciples who died in battle, but they were not completely weathered.

　　

　　 The bones are still there, half buried in the dust under the feet, adding a lot of melancholy.

　　

　　 It's hard to imagine how tragic the remote battle back then was. Even the sect disciples died in the battle.

　　

　　 "That place is a bit strange."

　　

While 　　 was walking, Lin Yun pointed at the broken wall not far away and suddenly spoke.

　　

　　 Along the way, Lin Yun's keen intuition has saved everyone a lot of trouble.

　　

　　Everyone has already been convinced by him.

　　

　　 "Look at it."

　　

　　 Ming Ye immediately led the crowd and quickly walked over.

　　

　　 stepped on the ground with exhausted bones, and it didn't take long for the group to come to the broken wall.

　　

　　 I saw a mural carved on the broken wall, and the scene in the painting is mysterious and infinite. There is Taoist rhyme, and just one glance can make people feel shocked. This is a picture of enlightenment.

　　

　　 But the few cracks on the wall, the canine teeth interlaced, made people look solemn.

　　

　　"It's the sword mark...damn it, Bai Lixuan left it again!"

　　

　　 Ming Ye looked slightly angry, clenched his fists, and said a little uncomfortable.

　　

　　 The frescoes in front of you are extremely precious. If you can bring them back, it will be very helpful to the martial arts of the disciples of Mingguang Pavilion.

　　

　　 But the existence of these few sword marks made Ming Ye get rid of the idea, just a light touch.

　　

　　 The mural will be stirred into powder by the remaining sword intent, and will hurt people.

　　

　　The old man in gray sighed: "These people who came first have almost removed all the treasures that can be removed. If they can't be removed, they will be destroyed."

　　

　　 There is not much reason for that.

　　

　　 If you are strong enough to not fear the monsters in the devilish energy, you can do the same.

　　

　　 "Maybe, I can try."

　　

　　 At this moment, the silent Lin Yun suddenly spoke.

　　

　　"Brother Lin, really?"

　　

　　 Ming Ye's eyes lit up, igniting hope. This mural is not very helpful to him personally.

　　

　　 For Mingguang Pavilion, it is simply a treasure, I need it too much.

　　

　　 "I will try."

　　

　　 Everyone stepped back, Lin Yun stepped forward, and the sword on his body burst out.

　　

　　's momentum suddenly changed, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, the vast sword power enveloped the entire mural.

　　

　　 Just as everyone was in a state of uncertainty, the powerful sword force slammed into it.

　　

　　 The sword power of the whole body condenses half a step of the sword intent, bringing out all the hidden sword intent in the mural.

　　

　　, there are seven rays of sword light, flashing out of the mural like lightning.

　　

　　 "Brother Lin, heart!"

　　

　　 Seeing the sharp sword light, Ming Ye lost his voice.

　　

　　 Lin Yun put his fingers together, using the fingers as a sword, leaning on his own half-step sword intent, and blocking six swords in a row.

　　

　　 When he got the seventh sword, he was shaken back several steps, the blood in his body surged and his complexion changed.

　　

　　 sway!

　　

　　The complete mural was suddenly broken into several pieces and fell on the ground.

　　

　　 "Quickly put it away."

　　

　　 Ming Ye looked happy and succeeded, but the mural was not shattered into powder.

　　

　　The Taoist rhyme still exists, and when put together, it is still a complete enlightenment picture.

　　

　　 Immediately, everyone in Mingguang Pavilion stepped forward, and Xin Yiyi collected the murals.

　　

　　 "Brother Lin is okay."

　　

　　 Ming Ye walked over and said gratefully.

　　

　　 Lin Yun closed his hands and smiled: "It's okay, after all, it's just his remaining sword intent. If you are prepared, you won't be in trouble."

　　

　　 Ming Ye and the gray-clothed old man, but they dare not agree.

　　

　　 If it wasn't for Kendo perception, it would reach a certain level, even if the strength was sufficient. If you can block these rays of sword light, you can't keep the murals.

　　

　　 The two looked at Lin Yun obviously.

　　

　　 Even if he doesn't have a treasure in his hand, Lin Yun's strength is afraid of being tyrannical.

　　

　　The place of death and burial~IndoMTL.com~There are many bones, many broken buildings, there are many enlightened murals and similar treasures.

　　

　　 deserves to be a place of preaching. Some buildings that were inconspicuous at the time have become treasures in the eyes of latecomers.

　　

　　 A few people, in this place of death and burial, keep moving forward.

　　

　　 After a long time, a vast square appeared in the eyes of everyone.

　　

　　 gray sand and gravel, the paved ground, immersed in the breath of ancient vicissitudes, giving people a heavy and condensed sense of oppression.

　　

　　 At this moment, many figures have gathered in the square.

　　

　　 Lin Yun's gaze crossed these figures and saw a vast black altar in the center of the square.

　　

　　Just a step, there are tens of thousands of steps...

　　

　　"Tongtian altar!"

　　

　　 The old man beside Mingye's expression changed drastically, exclaiming.