Chapter 380

Looking at a green lotus on the lotus platform, Lin Yun thought about it, and after thinking about it, he still reached out and grabbed it.

Who would have guessed that he had grabbed it, and when he was in shock, the palace in front of him disappeared like a dream bubble.

Everything disappears.

In front of him, a picture suddenly appeared. He seemed to have traveled through time and space and was in a vast and boundless battle.

But everything has nothing to do with him, and can only watch from an outsider's perspective.

In the magnificent sect, there were fierce battles everywhere, shouting and roaring, each sect disciple died tragically.

But this group of people, fighting to the death and not giving up, guarded in front of a towering palace.

The treasure hall looked familiar, Lin Yun's eyes lit up, this treasure hall was the Black Lotus Palace.

The sky was shattered like a cloth, the clouds were thick, and the blood pooled into a river. In the dilapidated building, there are many corpses, and they died tragically.

But a group of people are firmly guarding the Black Lotus Palace. This is the inheritance of the sect.

Even Lin Yun, who was an outsider, was moved by it and wished he could be in it and kill the enemy with his sword.

But he couldn't do it, he could only watch helplessly, watching the disciples of the sects die.

Finally, in front of the Black Lotus Palace, only one person was left standing.

But what awaits him is death...

One after another black figure, full of demonic energy, bullied him, and mercilessly pierced into his body with a sharp blade in his hand.

But just as he was about to die, he suddenly raised his head, and a sword struck back the black ghost.

"My sword, glory forever!"

The voice fell, and the last sword of life was cut, killing all the demons who had retreated.

After that, it turned into a vast cyan sword light, covering the entire Black Lotus Palace.

That is, the moment he raised his head, Lin Yun saw his face clearly, which was exactly the same as the man in white who was guarding the gate on the ninth floor of the palace.

The picture gradually blurred, and there were many ghosts, but it couldn't help the treasure hall shrouded in cyan sword light.

Until the picture completely disappeared, Lin Yun didn't come back to his senses.

After a long time, he woke up like a dream.

Looking around, the tenth floor of the treasure hall is empty and barren, with nothing. There were no palaces, no rivers, and he was the only one standing there alone.

If not, in the war, he understood the profound meaning of Yun Wuchang, and thus mastered the last move of the Shuiyue swordsmanship.

Even if it is the slightest trace, it will not exist, and all kinds of people will doubt whether it really exists.

But on the tenth floor of the Treasure Hall, after all, there is nothing. There are no clouds, no rain, just a word left by a man many, many years ago.

My sword, glory forever.

"A sword is like a dream."

Lin Yun was at a loss, and whispered to himself, a little sad.

He now fully understands why the other temples in the Magic Lotus Secret Realm were destroyed. Only this Black Lotus Palace exists alone. This is the inheritance of a group of people who used their lives to protect it, so that future generations can benefit from it.

Inheritance is immortal, and glory lives forever.

The man in black and the man in white are the same man back then. Cloud is an unforgettable dream until death, and rain is the fault left by the joys and sorrows of a lifetime.

"time to go."

The tenth floor of the treasure hall has no treasures and no legends.

However, Lin Yun gained a lot, without a trace of regret, and drew the most perfect end to the experience of the magic lotus secret realm.

Silent wasteland.

The elders and disciples of the major sects of the Daqin Empire all stared at the black lotus in the center of the formation, looking quite nervous.

Logically speaking, this secret realm should have been closed long ago.

But now that the black lotus is still there, it can only mean that Lin Yun is still alive on the tenth floor of the palace.

The longer it lasted, the greater the chance for Lin Yun to pass the ten-layer test.

The core disciples of the various sects all looked a little complicated.

Climbing to the top ten floors has become so far away that it has become a legend. Is it possible that today, I really want to witness the legend?

In the Demon Moon Villa camp, the water that recovered from his injuries was without a trace, his face was expressionless, and he did not say a word.

Suddenly, his complexion changed slightly, and he spread out his palms to receive snowflakes in mid-air.

"Snowing?"

Looking at the crystal white, cold and cold snowflakes in the palm of his hand, Shui Wuhen's eyes flashed a strange light.

"What the hell, this desolate wasteland is hot all year round, and even a drop of water can't fall, why is it snowing for no reason."

"It's really weird."

The major sects in the wasteland were all puzzled by the sudden heavy snow.

Only some older people looked a little excited.

"The legend seems to be true. As long as someone passes the ten-layer test, heavy snow will cover the entire deserted wasteland."

"So, Lin Yun passed the test?"

"You can't go wrong. Visions can't be created out of thin air. This time, the High Heaven Sword Pavilion has really made a lot of money. I don't know what treasures will be on the tenth floor."

Initially, the snowflakes were still sparse, but after a while, the snow fell harder and harder.

In a short while, the entire deserted wasteland was covered with a thick layer.

Accompanied by the fluttering heavy snow, the entire deserted wasteland gradually boiled.

Today, they all witnessed a legend with their own eyes.

Next time, snow will fall again in this desolate wasteland, but I don't know when it will be.

One hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years?

"Out!"

At this moment, a ray of light flickered in the formation, and Lin Yun, who crushed the jade slip, appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Countless eyes fell on Lin Yun at the same time through the swirling snow.

There was no trace of water in Demon Moon Villa, and his eyes fell on Lin Yun, and doubts flashed in his eyes.

He could sense that Lin Yun's cultivation and sword intent were the same as before he ascended the tenth floor. But there was an extra, inexplicable temperament on his body.

Lin Yun, whose cultivation base was obviously lower than him, made him completely unable to see through.

In the tenth floor, what did he experience?

"Little Junior Brother!"

Lin Yun, who was still wondering if he had been sent to the wrong place, was relieved after hearing a few familiar voices.

The figure flickered, and in a few breaths, he came to the Jiange camp.

"Little Junior Brother, you finally came out, I want to kill you."

Xinyan's eyes narrowed slightly, her pretty face in the snow and ice, revealing her delicate red to make her more charming.

"Little Junior Brother, you have created a legend!"

Tang Tong was a little incoherent with excitement. After seeing Lin Yun, he hurried over.

Up and down the sword pavilion, there was a burst of jubilation.

legend?

The tenth floor of the treasure hall is just a dream. Seeing everyone's happy expressions, Lin Yun smiled, noncommittal.

Luo Feng and Xin Jue walked over with a group of elders and said with a smile, "Lin Yun, are you okay with your injuries?"

Killing all the way to the tenth floor of the treasure hall, injury is inevitable.

However, when Lin Yun touched the green lotus petal, the injury on his body recovered at the same time.

"Thank you elder for your concern, it's almost okay, it's basically okay."

Lin Yun replied truthfully.

"It's fine."

Luo Feng stroked his beard and said with a wide-eyed smile.

After a pause, Elder Luo Feng remembered something, got up with a dignified face, and said solemnly: "Lin Yun, Shui Wuhen and Jing Jue, are you all injured?"

"I was hurt."

On the ninth floor of the treasure hall, the two almost forced him to a desperate situation. Fortunately, he refined a Qiankun Yin-Yang Pill in advance.

Let the cultivation base be promoted to the ninth level of Xuanwu, otherwise it is really difficult to say.

In the face of Elder Luo's question, Lin Yun did not evade, he believed that the sect did not blame him.

The expressions of Luo Feng and the elder behind him changed slightly, and deep surprise flashed in their eyes.

"Bai Yue of Demon Flame Sect was also defeated by you?"

"Um."

"The three core disciples of the Primordial Sect, Zhang Yan, Zhao Quan, and Xiao Ming were all killed by you?"

"If you meet it, you will kill it."

hiss!

Lin Yun's simple words made everyone gasp, and the eyes that looked at him changed a little.

Many amazing actions, in Lin Yun's mouth, actually answered so casually.

After a long time, Luo Feng smiled bitterly: "I know why the pavilion master named you to enter the magic lotus secret realm..."

At this moment, he was both happy and worried.

The joy is that Lin Yun has grown up so fast. After three years, the Dragon Gate Competition will definitely shine. No one can stop him from winning the name of the son.

Even dare to think a little more, the Dragon Gate Competition at the end of the year may not be without a chance to give it a try.

The worry is that offending so many sects, especially those evil cultivators outside the empire, I'm afraid it will be difficult to be kind.

Right now, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is in the spotlight.

If something really happened, other sects might not be able to help.

"Lin Yun, all the core disciples of my sect died in your hands!"

At this moment, a group of elders and disciples of Hunyuan Sect, under the leadership of Wen Yanbo, rushed over aggressively.

Wen Yanbo was full of fire in his heart.

The three core disciples all fell into the magic lotus secret realm, and they all died in the hands of Lin Yun.

For Hunyuanmen, it not only suffered heavy losses, but also lost all face.

He, who was already burning with anger, saw Lin Yun appear, and immediately came to ask the teacher to ask the guilt.

"My blood bone door, Mu Xiuhan, was blocked from the hall by your disciples, and I wanted to ask for some advice. Your sect doesn't like seeing my blood bone door so much?"

A group of people from the Bloodbone Sect, surrounded by the gloomy Mu Xiuhan, walked over step by step.

"My Demon Flame Sect is not easy to mess with, Lin Yun, you injured Bai Yue and stole a Qiankun Yin-Yang Pill from him, dare you admit it!"

Another group of people, full of suffocation, approached the Jiange camp.

For a time, the people of the three major sects, all of them came, and blocked the Jiange camp.

In the deserted wasteland, the rest of the sects were in an uproar.

But there was no surprise in the look in his eyes.

No matter how many reasons, it is nothing more than two words, benefit. If the sword pavilion retreats and spit out some treasures, the seemingly dangerous situation will soon be resolved.

But if you don't let it go, it will inevitably lead to a fight.

The world of warriors, after all, still relies on strength to speak, and the weak eat the strong, which has been the case since ancient times.

"The people of Qijue Fort have also moved!"

The scene where the three major sects started to ask for guilt at the same time was shocking enough, but I didn't expect another one to move.

The people in Qijuebao didn't speak, didn't say a word, but their faces were uglier than anyone else's.

Jing Jue's storage bag was all robbed by Lin Yun, and there was even an ancient treasure in it.

Luo Feng sighed in his heart, what should have come has finally come. The four sects approached together, and the situation of the sword pavilion suddenly seemed quite passive.