Chapter 355

The station of Hunyuanmen is not too far from the station of High Heaven Sword Pavilion.

When they were about to pass by, the two gangs looked down at each other, their faces were cold, and there was even killing intent flashing in their eyes.

After the ambush last time, Jiange and Hunyuanmen are almost to the point of tearing their faces.

Especially in the Hunyun Sect, two elders from the Purple Palace, one of them died tragically, and the losses were not too heavy. In particular, Lin Yun, who wants to kill, can't even be seriously injured.

Instead, he was given a secret technique in vain, the Dragon Elephant Battle Armor.

After Wen Yanbo saw Luo Feng, his face became gloomy on the spot, and his chest seemed to be aching.

This old thing, the palm that was printed on his chest that day, almost killed him.

Before leaving, the eyes of several elders of Hunyuan Sect all fell on Lin Yun, and the expressions in their eyes were extremely cold.

"Hunyuanmen and Lingxiao sword pavilion seem to be a little wrong."

"Normal, if the two sects can be in harmony, the sun will come out from the west. I see the eyes of several elders of that sect, and it is very difficult to eat Lin Yun on the spot."

"It makes sense, if such an evildoer makes him rise, how can there be a good day for the Primordial Sect. However, the High Heaven Sword Pavilion is so courageous that he is really ready to send Lin Yun to the secret realm of Demon Lotus."

"It would be interesting if he died prematurely, hehe."

"Let's seek wealth and honor. If Lin Yun can survive, even if he doesn't get a fortunate encounter in it, he will be able to leave a lot of his peers behind."

The misalignment between Hunyuanmen and Lingxiaojiange immediately attracted the attention of many sects.

The grievances and grievances between the two major sects are known to some extent in the Daqin Empire, and even those sects outside the empire have heard a little about it.

But today, the Primordial Sect didn't say a word and walked straight past.

It didn't take advantage of his words, but it made Elder Luo Feng a little nervous. The dog that bites people will never be the most vicious one.

Xin Jue said with some worry: "I'm afraid this group of people won't give up so easily, little junior brother, in the secret realm of the magic lotus, you have to be more careful."

"Hunyuanmen seems to have sent three core disciples, all of whom have performed well in the last Dragon Gate competition."

Chen Xuanjun glanced at the disciples in the crowd and said softly.

Luo Feng said coldly: "This is quite a lot of work. There are only seven core disciples in the Primordial Sect. If you don't count Young Master Yanxin, half of the core disciples have been sent this time. All died in it, and the loss was enough to make them cry."

Even so, the group still felt a little pressure, for the sake of being in the secret realm of the magic lotus.

To send three core disciples, such a big movement, its purpose is self-evident, naturally it is directed at Lin Yun.

Lin Yun listened by the side without speaking.

Right now, everyone felt that there was still a huge gap in strength between him and the core disciples of the ninth level of Xuanwu of various sects.

But after defeating Ling Yan with one sword, Lin Yun reconsidered his own strength.

Perhaps, the half-step innate sword intent he masters is more terrifying than he imagined.

With this half-step innate sword intent, coupled with the Shuiyue swordsmanship, and the rest of the trump cards, it may not be impossible to fight against these people, or even defeat them.

Of course, it seems too arrogant to say this, and it can only be verified in the secret realm of the magic lotus.

Two days later, two groups of people appeared in the cracks of the annihilated wasteland, both straying from the borders of the empire.

The relationship between the two sects seems to be good. The disciples of the two sects mix together and talk from time to time.

Among them, there are two young figures, which are quite eye-catching.

A tall and tall man, with muscles all over his body, he looks rough, carrying a heavy battle axe, and he looks like a barbarian walking out of the mountains. A person, with a floating breath, a feminine appearance, and a cold gleam in his eyes from time to time, like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass.

Seeing the two of them, Chen Xuanjun's expression changed slightly, and he said softly, "These two are actually here..."

"Are these two amazing, Senior Brother Chen?"

"It's more than amazing. In the last Longmen competition, these two ranked eleventh and thirteenth. This ranking is already high, but if they hadn't met the same opponent, many people speculated that they were completely possible. for the top eight seats.”

"Who did you lose to?"

"Haha, bad luck, I lost to Young Master Liushang."

Chen Xuanjun smiled lightly, feeling a little distressed for these two people, luck is not ordinary bad luck.

If you meet other people in the Eighth Young Master, there may be a chance, and there is nothing to say other than admitting that you are unlucky.

"That barbarian is called Feng Ye, and the other Bai Yue, who hasn't seen him for three years, is probably stronger. These sects outside the empire are really ruthless, and they are not afraid of these people dying in the magic lotus secret realm."

Speaking of these sects outside the empire, Chen Xuanjun also had some headaches.

Unlike the four major sects with profound background, they have considered the secret realm of the magic lotus, and they will not put all the best disciples in. But these sects with insufficient background are unwilling to care about them. Any opportunity to strengthen the sect's heritage will not be missed, regardless of the consequences.

I never thought that if my best disciple would die in it. After a hundred years of the sect, who will inherit and why will it continue?

"There are quite a few people here, but unfortunately, none of the people in the Daqin Empire have come."

The burly Feng Ye, riding on the monster beast, looked at the disciples of the major sects of the Qin Empire and grinned.

Bai Yue said gloomily on the side: "Except for the eighth son, they are all trash, or not even trash. The sects of the Qin Empire are timid, and they are afraid to do anything."

Feng Ye's eyes landed on the Xuantian Sect's station, and he grinned: "When you enter the secret realm, kill a few Xuantian Sect wastes to practice your skills!"

The two of them didn't mean to speak in a low voice, and the people of Xuan Tianzong heard it.

"A savage, he is really arrogant, and he keeps saying trash. Together, he is no match for Senior Brother Liu Xun."

"Even if Senior Brother Liushang is not around, it's still not their turn to go wild."

Tang Yuan, the leading core disciple of Xuantian Sect, said indifferently: "What are you angry about with a group of evil cultivators? After entering, let them know the methods of Xuantian Sect to deal with evil cultivators, and they will know how powerful it is."

For the sects outside the empire, the methods of accidents are too brutal, and in the eyes of many people, they are no different from evil cultivators.

Xuan Tianzong has a Buddhist heritage, and it has always been good at dealing with evil cultivators. Tang Yuan's words are not without a purpose.

Before you know it, night falls.

The scorching and unbearable environment of the Silent Wasteland is unbearable for many people, especially the sweltering heat at night.

Although there is real essence body protection, the mood will still be disturbed, and many people will curse.

In the middle of the night, there were several fights, not too small.

After the warriors gather and there are many people, in this impetuous environment, it is inevitable that there will be waves.

Fortunately, the elders of the various sects are all there, and they all know that the secret realm of the magic lotus is about to open, and a little fight will not cause a full-scale conflict.

In the camp, Lin Yun sat cross-legged, took out the second-grade Lingyu, and practiced on the spot.

He knew that the Ziyuan Sword Art had an aura of ice, and in this scorching hot place, there was not much discomfort. Even if there is no Ziyuan Sword Art, with his temperament, he will not feel much irritability.

Tang Tong and the others wanted to invite Lin Yun to drink, but after seeing him practicing, they quietly retreated.

"Little Junior Brother's temperament, I really admire. The secret realm of the magic lotus is about to open. There are both temptations and risks. Once you enter, you may fall, or you may soar into the sky. In this case, you can still endure temperament to cultivate, no wonder he To be able to rise so fast in the sword pavilion."

"Let's go, don't drink anymore. One day's work, maybe we can save our lives in the magic lotus secret realm, who can say for sure?"

"Well, that's what I said."

Several people saw Lin Yun like this, and they all went back to their own, and began to meditate and cultivate.

It's just that this heart, whether it can really calm down, is not sure.

Two days later, the black lotus hidden in the space gap suddenly appeared, a strange black light enveloped the sky, and the world suddenly fell into darkness.

"Is the secret realm going to open?"

The disciples and elders of the various sects could no longer hold it in any longer, and the expressions in their eyes all shone with excitement.

Lin Yun came out of the tent and looked around.

I saw the black lotus in the sky, as if it was pulled by an invisible force, and it was nailed to the void.

The magic energy contained in the black lotus overflowed, struggling like tentacles.

The stalemate did not last long.

When the masters of the Shence Camp activated the great formation that the four major sects joined together to arrange here, a picture scroll leisurely unfolded from the ground.

The spiritual patterns in the painting are criss-crossed, like pitch-black ink, spreading in mid-air.

As if someone painted with spiritual patterns, the spreading spiritual patterns developed eighteen towering mountains between the planes.

At the moment when the mountain range was formed, the black lotus in the void slammed and was pulled into this vast picture.

Such a shocking picture made Lin Yun open his eyes.

In a trance, he remembered the Qingxuan record in his hand, which was quite similar. However, in the Qingxuan record, the paintings interwoven with spiritual patterns seem to be more mysterious.

Could it be that Daoist Qingxuan is more intelligent than the heads of the four major sects.

If that's the case, I don't blame him for not understanding Qingxuan's transcript.

Whoa!

When the black lotus landed on the scroll, a beam of light burst into the sky, and there was a gap in the beam. Through the gap, you can see that there is another universe inside, hiding a vast world.

Inside is the magic lotus secret realm!

Elder Luo Feng looked solemn and said solemnly: "Go in, remember, life-saving is the first. The sect does not lack these backgrounds, and adventures are not more important than your lives."

The words have been said many times, but when the secret realm opens, Elder Luo Feng couldn't help but exhort him again.

Whoosh whoosh!

As soon as he spoke, there were already several disciples of the sect, who had already been impatient and flew towards the entrance of the secret realm.

The next moment, there are many figures, densely packed, rising into the sky.

"Let's go."

Chen Xuanjun's eyes flashed with scorching heat, and he took the lead and walked towards the scroll.

Such a scene really makes people emotional, even Lin Yun is no exception. Fighting with heaven and earth and fighting with people is endless fun.

This is the world of martial artists, not afraid of life and death, just hope that this young and passionate heart will not spend the years in panic.

Can one day, climb the road to the peak of the martial arts. Even if this road is destined to be made of blood and bones, it will be at all costs.