No matter the title of the six-year-old sword saint or the technique that was known as the dual cultivation of Taoism and martial arts, at this moment, accompanied by the words of the Great Light Buddha, it seemed to have a strong attraction to everyone present.

Under the eager gazes of the crowd, the words transformed from the starlight gradually merged together and turned into a sword energy that spread out.

The next moment, the material world seemed to be cut open by sword energy, and a box fell out from a black crack.

At the same time, a light laugh came out of the box.

"What is fate?"

"If you can unlock this box within ten breaths, you will be able to learn this technique from me."

"If no one can unlock the box after ten breaths... then the secret book in the box will be destroyed."

The leader of the Zhanxie Sect, who was closest to Lin Xing, also did not hesitate at all. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the secret book in the box with a violent spiritual thought.

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Almost at the moment when the box was safely opened, more than ten people attacked Lin Xing at once.

He died again and again, and time went back again and again. Although the sword light moved through his body very quickly and Lin Xing died quickly, when the password reached 311, Lin Xing inevitably memorized the route of the sword light completely in his mind after 312 experiences.

He lowered his head to look at the box, and saw a thin booklet lying quietly inside.

"The secret book contains the method of practicing both Taoism and martial arts?"

At this moment, Lin Xing suddenly realized, "The key to this box is not the password, but the skill called Breath Refining and Returning to the Origin. As long as you learn this skill, you will be able to resist the sword light, so it doesn't matter what password you enter."

"Is this kid so lucky?"

This time, when he opened the box again, the sword light pierced his forehead, but did not pierce through it again. Instead, it followed the same route and traveled around his body, finally disappearing into his flesh.

The big man who saw this scene just showed a hint of joy, then he saw a black light directly emerge from the box and instantly pierce into his forehead.

But the next moment, a powerful force suddenly pressed down on him.

The box closed again and fell to the ground.

When Lin Xing came to his senses again, the following process was exactly the same as the previous time. Lin Xing picked up the box again and entered the password of 002.

The second elder of the Zhoutian Society narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself, "Is this the sword light left by the Sword Saint? How can the sword light be kept in this box? This person's sword skills are incredible."

"It's mine!"

Immediately, a temporary believer with a full beard shouted, reached out and grabbed the box, his eyes fixed on the lock on the box.

The other party might not be able to resist even his most basic spiritual thoughts.

A laugh came out of the box: "Wrong."

"Hand it over!"

At the same time when Lin Xing opened the box, a black sword beam pierced through his head at an incredible speed.

There were three numbers on the lock. As the big man stretched out his hand and turned it, the numbers rotated back and forth from zero to nine.

Feeling that his spiritual consciousness had almost touched the secret book, the leader of the Zhanxie Sect felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart.

Looking at the black sword light that suddenly appeared and disappeared, everyone present felt a chill on their backs.

All kinds of thoughts emerged in everyone's mind.

But when he saw the other party dial three zeros in a row, he couldn't help but frown, thinking: "Is this kid stupid? Even if all kinds of number combinations are possible, who would use such a simple password for such a secret collection?"

There was a slight click and the box opened.

When the code reached 845, the memory of the roaming route had been deeply engraved in his mind, as if it had become an instinct. So a new skill suddenly appeared in his mind, called the Breathing and Returning to the Origin Technique.

The black sword light pierced through Lin Xing's head again, and he once again sensed a trace of sword light traveling around in his body.

"It worked in one go... Could it be that he already knew what the password was?"

The big man whose forehead was pierced by the black light fell softly to the ground, and his whole body had lost the breath of life.

But no one moved for a while. Everyone felt the powerful sword light in the box, so no one dared to rush forward and die.

In his opinion, with his level of cultivation, it would be a piece of cake for him to snatch the secret book from the young man in front of him.

Looking at Lin Xing fiddling with the lock dial, everyone looked at him as if he were a dead person.

The booklet looked like it was neither gold nor jade, and no one knew what material it was made of. It emitted a faint glow.

Although he did not expect that the old monster's follower was also a powerful second-level warrior, the leader of the Zhanxie Sect was not afraid at all, and a nine-colored fire ring unfolded behind him.

At the same time when the sword light appeared, almost everyone present felt that their lives at that moment seemed to no longer be controlled by themselves. It was as if all the weapons in their hands had become scrap metal, and their cultivation had become waste at this moment.

Hearing the sound coming from the box, everyone present was shocked.

A sigh came from inside the box: "That's right."

The next moment, everyone seemed to have turned into a hungry beast, staring at the secret book in the box with red eyes.

Especially the leader of the Zhanxie Sect, who was closer to the box, narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Xing's fearless face, thinking in his heart: "This kid is really not afraid of death?"

Just when everyone was hesitating, Lin Xing walked forward and picked up the box.

At the same time, the chuckle from the box came again: "Wrong, wrong."

In this air wave mixed with loud noises, the leader of the Zhanxie Sect couldn't help but take a step back, and then looked at Lin Xing in disbelief.

With a loud bang, the atmosphere seemed to be squeezed madly under two invisible pressures, and a loud bang like a bomb broke out.

Before the leader of the Zhanxie Sect could react, the spiritual thoughts of both parties had already collided violently.

"Is it him?" The leader of the Zhan Xie Sect was slightly surprised: "This boy's spiritual power is not much weaker than mine?"

But something unexpected happened to Lin Xing. He did not die immediately, but felt a trace of the sword light moving through his body...

A burst of sneers came from the crowd: "Who else is coming? There are still seven breaths..."

"This..." The big man hesitated and casually turned the three-digit dial lock, then tried to forcefully open the box.

At the same time, when everyone present saw this scene, they were all extremely shocked.

Eight fire dragons rushed out from it, bringing with them scorching heat that spread to the surroundings, temporarily driving away the opponents who wanted to rush towards Lin Xing to snatch the secret book.

Immediately afterwards, a golden fire dragon rolled towards Lin Xing.

The leader of the Zhanxie Sect said kindly, "My friend, please hand over the secret book. You can't take it away."

At this moment, the leader of the Zhan Xie Sect suddenly felt a surge of sword intent in his body. ——Alas, it should be food poisoning before, and I didn’t get enough sleep. I was drifting all day today, and my state was completely disrupted. From now on, I can only adjust slowly. Sorry everyone.

(End of this chapter)