Chapter 445
Only the fragmented Ninth Profound Vein failed to condense after several attempts.
With Lin Yun’s vigorous true essence, breaking through the ninth level, it should have been easy, and it would be natural to break through the ninth level of Xuanwu.
After all, he had previously swallowed and refined a blood inflammation fruit, a universe yin and yang pill, both of which were the wonders of heaven and earth that the eight sons dreamed of.
The background is still there, and it can even be said that the true essence is surging, and the vastness is like the sea.
Even if you really start with Xuanwu Tenth Layer and compete with Zhenyuan, it will not be much different.
However, his profound veins are shattered, which is different from the normal breakthrough of ordinary warriors.
After several attempts, they all ended in failure. Under the forcible impact, the pain was piercing, and the injury was aggravated.
Had to find another way, daily warming with true essence, repairing profound veins.
On the contrary, there is some progress, but it is very small. I don’t know how long and how long can we really get through the ninth profound vein.
If an ordinary person encounters such a predicament, I am afraid that my heart will be ashamed for a long time.
Lin Yun calmed down quickly and began to practice the Heart Sutra of the Years. While condensing the True Essence with the strength of the years, Lin Yun moved towards the second level of this exercise.
When you have nothing to do, you can watch the stars and moon, watch the boundless sea of clouds, listen to the wind and appreciate the rain.
Empty and lonely, even the heartbeat seems to have echoed over the cliff, but for Lin Yun, it is a rare place to cultivate his heart.
Unknowingly, one month passed.
The autumn is gradually coming, and the chill is even worse in the cliffs.
It’s just that one month in this mountain, but it seems like a year in the past, far away from the world, every minute and every second has passed very long.
During the turmoil in the sword pavilion, Bai Lixuan rose at an alarming speed, and he was promoted to the 9th Xuanwu layer, showing the world the terrifying aspects of the Eucharist.
Eucharist!
The so-called martial arts cultivation is nothing more than two points, one is the foundation and the other is the understanding. The roots and bones determine the cultivation speed of the warrior. With the same resources, the cultivation base of the Saint Body promotion may be several times that of the Spirit Body, or even ten times that of the Spirit Body.
Time will always stand on the side of the Eucharist.
The longer he was given, the faster his growth rate would be. Bai Lixuan showed Da Qin what it means to break the earth.
He retreats for too long, Da Qin will soon forget him, but when he leaves the customs, no one can ignore him.
There is no other reason, the light is too dazzling.
It’s just that Lin Yun didn’t know, nor could he know all of this.
On this day, Lin Yun suddenly had a ray of light exploded in his mind. Countless information emerges like a tide, condensed into dense golden runes, constantly flashing.
He never forgets it, and remembers it all in one breath.
However, it is time for the Heart Sutra to break through the double layer. These exquisite and ancient runes are the second-rank spirit patterns that every profound master has dreamed of.
Ordinary people cultivate spiritual patterns, not to mention that spiritual patterns are scarce and it is not easy to search for them. Even if the spirit patterns are complete, it is extremely difficult to remember.
But right now, when he broke through the duality of the heart meridian of the years, countless second-rank spirit patterns were deeply engraved in his mind.
You don’t even need to memorize it deliberately, and after a little thought, it emerges intact.
“Flame…”
With a slight movement in his mind, Lin Yun picked up a dead wood branch and drew it randomly on the ground.
The true essence is condensed, and under the blessing of the power of time, the initial writing is quite jerky. But after getting familiar with each other, I used the pen to draw the dragon and snake, vigorously and powerfully, and the iron and silver hook, and the writing was smooth and flowing.
Wow!
When the last stroke fell, the complete Spirit Rune burned like a flame.
Lin Yun breathed out foul air, looked at the flame pattern on the ground, thoughtfully.
Nearly forty days, it was finally time to break through the heart meridian and gain a small gain.
He became interested, and drew many second-rank spirit patterns in one go.
Thunder cloud pattern, violent wind pattern, gold-gold pattern, green wood pattern…Isolated second-rank spirit patterns appeared one after another on the ground. Glittering, shimmering with a faint light, full of aura.
Spirit patterns are very mysterious and can be used to refine alchemy, refine tools, and form formations…
Can you kill?
A thought suddenly flashed in his mind, Lin Yun shook his head, not thinking about it.
Closing his eyes, Lin Yun sat cross-legged, looking inwardly.
At the pubic area, the purple iris flower resembling ice crystals has 71 petals, only one piece is missing, and the sword art can be promoted to the ninth level. But this piece is as difficult as reaching the sky, and it is not easy to break through.
Under the purple iris, there are circles of light patterns, like ripples of water.
Counting them down, there are a total of 18 circles of light patterns, and each heavy light pattern represents the strength of the years.
After the Years Heart Sutra was promoted to the second level of Xuanwu, the strength of the years originally mixed in the true essence was condensed into a substantive light pattern.
Looking at the ninth profound vein, the broken profound vein has recovered a little bit compared to the original one.
But overall, it is less than one-tenth, and it will take at least two years to fully recover.
“Two years…”
Lin Yun muttered to himself, do you really want to stay here for two years?
Thinking over the cliff is just a cage, but it’s a little wider than other cages.
But in the final analysis, it is also a prison.
Being imprisoned here is like putting a tiger in a cage, shrinking its body, unable to move.
Only in the depths can you experience this kind of sorrow and depression.
In the dry cave behind, there are many bloody scratches on the wall, which is shocking and messy.
It was the disciple who had been imprisoned here, and in the midst of depression, he grabbed it with his fingers on the hard wall.
Walking straight to the edge of the cliff, the clouds and mist were lingering, and the icy wind surged into the abyss below.
It was so cold that I couldn’t see clearly, and after a few more glances, there was a burst of fear.
The unknown, always like that, always scares people.
“I don’t know if Senior Sister wakes up.”
Lin Yun whispered to himself, worries flashed in his eyes.
After thinking about the cliff, the person who worries the most is naturally none other than Sister Xinyan.
Thinking of this, there will be a strong urge to leave this thoughtful cliff.
But in a blink of an eye, what about leaving? Senior Brother Xinjue died because of him. Do you really have the courage to meet Sister Xinyan?
He looked at the endless sea of clouds in front of him, and his eyes were dumbfounded.
Jingle bell…
Under the sea of clouds, there are bursts of piano sounds, which are sparse and intermittent, stirring people’s heartstrings.
“Is it here again?”
Since Lin Yun came here to think about the cliff, from time to time there will be piano sounds, coming from under the abyss.
Inspiring people, making people want to jump out of the abyss and find out.
Lin Yun jumped down after a few times, but after all he held it back.
Lin Yun frowned slightly, slightly irritable.
It’s fine if the piano sounds are pleasing to the ears, but the piano sounds are messy, there is no melody, and the tune is unclear.
Quietly, another half-moon scene slipped away unknowingly.
Thinking about the cliff.
An agile figure, facing the scorching sun, uses dead branches as a sword. The sword came out like the wind, flashing and moving. Swordsmanship is like moving clouds and flowing water, ghosts and charms are impermanent, heavenly horses and empty space, no trace can be found, like clouds rising, like water invisible.
Sometimes it is violent, the sword glow is like a raging wave, and sometimes the spring wind turns to rain, moisturizing things silently.
Looking faintly, there seemed to be two figures who were confronting each other. In two different styles, they perform the same swordsmanship and compete with each other.
The light of the bright moon, the light of the bright moon!
Two figures, each with a sword. Between the flat ground, two moonlike sword lights slammed into each other fiercely, and a loud noise erupted.
Frosty and cold!