The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 380: My sword, the glory will last forever
Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty
Looking at a green lotus on the lotus platform, Lin Yun was thoughtful, and after thinking about it, he reached out and grabbed it.
Who knows that I caught it, and when I was shocked, the palace in front of me was like a dream bubble, disappearing without a trace.
everything disappeared.
In front of his eyes, a picture suddenly appeared, he seemed to travel through time and space, in a vast and boundless battle.
is everything, and has nothing to do with him, so I can only observe from the perspective of an outsider.
Inside the magnificent sect, there were fierce battles everywhere, and amidst the shouts and roars, the sect disciples died tragically.
But this group of people, fighting forever, guarding in front of a towering palace.
The treasure hall is a bit familiar, Lin Yun's eyes lit up, this treasure hall is impressively the Black Lotus Palace.
The sky is shattered like cloth, dark clouds are covered, and blood gathers into a river. In the dilapidated building, there are numerous bones and tragic deaths among them.
There are a group of people who are strictly guarding the Black Lotus Palace. This is where the sect inheritance is located. It is an inheritance that will be used for a lifetime, at the expense of life, but also guarded.
Even Lin Yun, who is an outsider, was moved by it and wanted to be in it and kill the enemy with a sword.
can't do it, he can only watch, watching the children of the sect, killing each other.
Finally, there was only one person standing in front of the Black Lotus Palace.
can wait for him, but also death...
A series of black figures, engulfed in demonic energy, deceived the body, with a sharp blade in his hand, stabbed into his body mercilessly.
But just as he was about to die, he suddenly raised his head and shook the black shadow back with a sword.
"My sword, the glory is forever!"
The voice of fell, slashing the last sword of the birth, and beheading all the demon who retreated.
then turned into a vast cyan sword light, covering the entire Black Lotus Palace.
At the moment he raised his head, Lin Yun saw his face clearly, exactly the same as the man in white who was guarding the ninth floor of the treasure hall.
The picture is gradually blurred, and the ghostly shadow is heavy, but it can't help but the palace shrouded in blue sword light.
Until the screen disappeared completely, Lin Yun didn't recover.
It took a long time before he woke up like a dream.
Looking around, the tenth floor of the palace is empty and deserted, with nothing. There are no palaces, no rivers, only him standing alone.
If not, in the battle, he understood the profound meaning of Yun's impermanence, and thus mastered the last move of the Shuiyue swordsmanship.
I'm afraid it's the slightest trace, it won't exist, and all the talents will doubt whether it really existed.
The tenth floor of the treasure hall, after all, there is nothing. There is no cloud, no rain, only a word left by a man many, many years ago.
My sword, the glory will last forever.
"A sword is like a dream."
Lin Yun feels lost, softly talking to himself, a little sad.
He now fully understands why the other temples in the magic lotus secret realm have been destroyed. Only this black lotus palace exists alone. This is the inheritance of a group of people who used their lives to protect it in order to allow future generations to benefit from it.
Inheritance is immortal, and glory will last forever.
The men in black and white are both the men back then. The cloud is an unforgettable dream from life to death, and the rain is the fault left by the joys and sorrows of life.
"It's time to go."
The tenth floor of the treasure hall has no treasures and no legends.
But Lin Yun has gained a lot, without a trace of regret, for the experience of the magic lotus secret realm, painted the most perfect end.
Desolate Wasteland.
The elders and disciples of the various sects of the Great Qin Empire stared at the black lotus in the center of the formation, their expressions were quite nervous.
Logically speaking, this secret realm should have been closed long ago.
But the black lotus is still there. It can only show that Lin Yun is still alive on the tenth floor of the palace.
The longer the lasts, it means that Lin Yun has a greater chance of passing the ten-layer test.
The expressions of the core disciples of each sect are a bit complicated.
has reached the top ten floors and is far enough to become a legend. Is it possible that today, do you really want to witness the legend?
Moyue Villa Camp, Shui Wuhen, who has recovered from his injuries, has no expression on his face and said nothing.
Suddenly, his face changed slightly, he opened his palms, and received a snowflake in midair.
"It's snowing?"
Looking at the palm of his hand, the crystal clear white, cold and cold snowflakes, water Wuhen's eyes flashed with strange light.
"What the hell, this Silent Wasteland is hot all year round, and it is impossible for even dripping water to fall. Why is it snowing for no reason."
"It's a weird thing."
The major sects in the wasteland were all puzzled by this sudden heavy snowfall.
Only certain elderly people looked a little excited.
"The legend seems to be true. As long as someone passes the ten-level test, the snow will cover the entire wasteland."
"So, Lin Yun passed the test?"
"It can't be wrong, the vision can't be born out of thin air. This time the Lingxiao sword pavilion really made a lot of money. I don't know what treasures will be in the tenth floor."
In the beginning, the snowflakes were still sparse, but after a while, the snow fell and became fierce.
After a while, the entire Silent Wasteland was covered with a thick layer.
Accompanied by the heavy snow, the entire dying wasteland gradually boils.
Today, they all witnessed a legend with their own eyes.
Next time, there will be snow again in this lonely wasteland, but I don’t know when to wait.
One hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years?
"It's coming out!"
At this moment, along with a flash of light in the formation, Lin Yun, who had crushed the jade slip, appeared in everyone's field of vision.
Countless eyes, through the heavy snow, fell on Lin Yun at the same time.
Moyue Villa's Shui Wuhen, his eyes also fell on Lin Yun, and doubts flashed in his eyes.
He could sense that Lin Yun's cultivation base and sword intent were the same as before he climbed the tenth floor. But there was an extra, incomprehensible temperament on his body.
Lin Yun, whose cultivation base was obviously lower than him, made him completely unable to see through.
What has he experienced on the tenth floor?
"Little Brother!"
Lin Yun, who was still wondering whether he had been teleported to the wrong place, was relieved after hearing a few familiar calls.
's figure flickered, and after a few breaths, he came to the Jiange camp.
"Little brother, you finally figured it out, I miss."
Xinyan narrowed her eyes, her pretty face in the ice and snow, revealing a reddish red and more feminine.
"Little brother, you have created a legend!"
Tang Tong was a little bit incoherent with excitement. After seeing Lin Yun, he hurried over.
There was a burst of jubilation up and down the sword pavilion.
Legend?
The tenth floor of the treasure hall is just a dream. Seeing the joy of everyone, Lin Yun smiled without comment.
Luo Feng and Xin Jue walked over quickly with a group of elders and said with a smile: "Lin Yun, is the injury okay."
all the way to the tenth floor of the palace, injuries are inevitable.
But Lin Yun, when he touched the green lotus petal, his injuries healed at the same time.
"Thank you elders for your concern, it's almost okay, basically no problem."
Lin Yun responded truthfully.
"It’s okay."
Luo Feng touched his beard and said with a smile.
After a pause, Elder Luo Feng remembered something, his face was slightly dignified and he stood up and said in a deep voice: "Lin Yun, Shui Wuhen and Jing Jue, are you hurt?"
"I hurt it."
The ninth floor of the Treasure Hall, the two almost pushed him into desperation. Fortunately, he refined a Universe Yin Yang Pill in advance.
has promoted the cultivation base to the 9th level of Xuanwu, otherwise it is really hard to tell.
Facing Elder Luo’s question, Lin Yun did not avoid it. He believed that the sect was not expensive to blame him.
Luo Feng and the elder behind him, their complexions changed slightly, and a thick surprise flashed in their eyes.
"The Baiyue of the Demon Flame Sect was also defeated by you?"
"Hmm."
"You killed the three core disciples of Hunyuan Sect, Zhang Yan, Zhao Quan, and Xiao Ming?"
"I'll kill it when I see it."
hiss!
Lin Yun's crisp words caused everyone to take a breath, and the look in his eyes quietly changed slightly.
Many amazing things, in Lin Yun's mouth, he answered so casually.
After a long time, Luo Feng smiled bitterly and said: "I know, why the pavilion master named you to enter the magic lotus secret realm..."
At this moment, he was happy and worried.
I am happy that Lin Yun has grown so fast. Three years later, the Dragon Gate Competition will definitely shine. No one can stop him and win the name of the son.
I even dared to think a little bit more, the Longmen Grand Competition at the end of the year may not be without the opportunity to give it a try.
What worries about is that so many sects have been offended, especially those evil cultivators who wander outside the empire.
Right now, the Lingxiao sword pavilion is under the spotlight, and is on the cusp of the storm.
If something really happens, other sects may not be able to help.
"Lin Yun, my core disciple of the sect, are they all dead in your hands!"
At this moment, a group of elders and disciples of Hunyuan Sect, led by Wen Yanbo, rushed over aggressively.
Wen Yanbo felt a fire in his heart.
The three core disciples all fell in the magic lotus secret realm, and they all died in the hands of Lin Yun.
For Hunyuanmen, not only did it suffer a heavy loss~IndoMTL.com~, but also lost face.
, who was already in anger, saw Lin Yun showing up, he immediately came to Xingshi to inquire.
"My blood bone gate Mu Xiuhan was blocked by the noble sect disciples outside of the palace, and I want to ask for some advice. Guizong just doesn't want to see my blood bone sect?"
A group of people from the blood bone gate, surrounded by Mu Xiuhan with a gloomy expression, walked over step by step.
"My Demon Flame Sect is not easy to provoke, Lin Yun, you hurt Bai Yue and snatched him a Universe Yin and Yang Pill, dare you to admit it!"
is another group of people, letting out their suffocation, and approaching the Jiange camp.
For a time, the people of the three major sects came in mighty, and they blocked up the Jiange camp.
In the Silent Wasteland, the other sects are all in an uproar.
can look in his eyes, but there are not many surprises.
No matter how many reasons there are, it is nothing more than two words, interest. If Jiange regressed and spit out some treasures, the seemingly dangerous situation would soon be solved.
But if they refuse, there will be a big battle.
The world of warriors, after all, still depends on strength to speak, the weak and the strong eat, it has been like this since ancient times.
"The people in Qijuebao also moved!"
The scene where the three major sects started to question their crimes at the same time was shocking enough, but I didn't expect another incident.
Qijuebao’s people didn’t say a word, but their faces were uglier than anyone else.
Jing Jue’s storage bag was robbed by Lin Yun, and there was even an ancient treasure soldier in it.
Luo Feng sighed in his heart, after all, what should have come is here.
The four sects joined forces to approach, and the situation of Jian Pavilion suddenly became quite passive.