Chapter 143

"The place of burial?"

Lin Yun looked puzzled, obviously he had never heard of it, and looked puzzled.

"Yes, it's a place of burial. That place is shrouded in magic fog all the year round, and all ancient monsters have been demonized. It's very dangerous, but it can be said that... it is the preaching place of this sect, and there are all kinds of incredible things. The benefits are very mysterious."

Ming Ye's eyes shone with light, and he said solemnly: "The place of preaching, if the most elite disciples of this ancient sect are qualified to enter, understand."

Lin Yun's heart was hot, and he naturally understood what the other party meant.

Looking at the ruins of the sect, you can see what position this ancient sect had in the golden age of the year!

The most elite disciples under his sect are qualified to enlighten the inheritance of Dao, how attractive, needless to say.

"Almost all the top innate powerhouses who come to the Qingyang Realm will go to this place of death. Even our three major overlord-level sects will not be able to get any advantage in it. But this time, you have the Treasures, you can barely compete."

Ming Ye laughed softly, even if he had the treasure in Lin Yun's hand, he didn't seem very confident.

Barely fight?

Lin Yun was slightly stunned, this Ming Ye, the young master of the overlord-level sect, did not appear arrogant at all.

In the Qingyang Realm, a powerhouse with a half-step profound entrance can be regarded as the top existence.

If Lin Yun had no treasure in his hand, facing such a strong man, he could only turn around and run.

Even if Lei Yan's battle physique is complete, it would be very uncomfortable to get a few palms from the opponent.

The gray-clothed old man beside Ming Ye was an unfathomable half-step profound expert!

If even he Mingye can barely fight, then the other people are afraid that they can't even fight.

Perhaps, Ming Ye's real goal has always been Bai Lixuan's group.

He had seen before, the gang of High Heaven Sword Pavilion, all of them were terrifyingly strong.

The sword power on his body can even break through the clouds.

That Bai Lixuan only had the Xiantian Qiqiao cultivation base, but it gave him the feeling that it was more terrifying than the half-step Xuanguan elders of Jin Yanzong and Xueyunmen.

Under his full strength, no one knows how terrifying his strength is.

If I were to describe it in four words, it would definitely be unfathomable.

Si Xueyi, who is as famous as him, is probably going nowhere.

This is still a master on the bright side, a powerful loose cultivator hidden in the dark, not to mention more.

After a while, Ming Ye gathered the disciples of Mingguang Pavilion, and all the practitioners of the five apertures persuaded them to retreat.

There are only four or five sect elites who are born with six and seven orifices.

"Let's go."

Half a day later, in the vast ruins of the sect, a mysterious forbidden area shrouded in demonic fog appeared in the eyes of everyone.

This place is very remote, if Lin Yun came to find it by himself, it would definitely be difficult to find it.

The faint black mist whistled with the gusts of overcast wind.

It's like a magic sound, disturbing people's mind and making people very uncomfortable.

"Is this the magic fog?"

"very scary……"

"It feels like going to hell, the yin is so heavy."

In the ruins of the sect, the innate powerhouse of Mingguang Pavilion saw the magic fog for the first time, and his face was quite dignified.

There are a lot of loose cultivators in the Quartet, and they are also silent on the edge of this dead burial place.

However, most of them gritted their teeth and rushed in without any hesitation.

Under the demonic energy, there are many ancient remains on the ground, looming, all of them are ancient sect disciples who died in battle.

Here, a long time ago, there must have been a shocking war.

Ming Ye frowned slightly and said: "The magic fog has faded a lot. It seems that we have fallen behind for a long time. Everyone, be careful and follow me."

Entering the magic fog, everyone suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Demonic energy is pervasive, like the wind eroding the body, and everyone has to separate out spiritual energy to resist these demonic energy.

Lin Yun's expression remained the same, such demonic energy would not cause any harm to him.

Earlier, he used demonic energy to refine his body to achieve a perfect thunder flame battle body.

"That is……"

Not long after walking, I saw a group of people surrounded by the corpse of a huge monster, surprised again and again.

Everyone took a look and took a deep breath.

This is the corpse of a monster with a thick scalp and flesh the size of a hill. It fell to the ground, lifeless.

There was only one scar on his body.

It was an inconspicuous sword mark, but it penetrated deep into the internal organs and killed it with one blow.

Black demon blood flowed down the wound like a stream.

"What a terrible swordsmanship!"

"Just one sword, the sword power contained in it, shattered all the vitality of this beast."

"I heard that this sword was left by Bai Lixuan. Some people saw that this monster was not long-eyed and shot at him, and he solved it with a backhand sword."

"I'm afraid this monster had the strength of the innate seven orifices before he died, right?"

Everyone was terrified. Although they didn't really see Bai Lixuan's action, the corpse of the monster he left behind caused a great shock.

Buzz!

Lin Yun's right ear moved slightly, and he heard a little sound of sword cries, stirring inside the beast's body.

His face changed suddenly, and he whispered, "Young Master Ming, step back, this beast's corpse is a little weird!"

Ming Ye looked puzzled, the old man in gray didn't see the problem, how could Lin Yun see the problem.

However, he still had some trust in Lin Yun.

Immediately waved his hand, everyone in Mingguang Pavilion retreated far away at the same time.

Bang!

As soon as the few people stood firm, they heard a roar, among the corpses of the fallen monsters in front of them. Suddenly, seven sword lights burst into the sky.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, the corpse of the monster, which had a little Yuwei just now, was instantly ripped apart by capital letters.

The turbulent sword qi, caught off guard, injured many warriors who were observing the corpse.

Almost without warning, these people who were injured by the sword qi, the light ones were pierced through the chest, the heavy ones were broken hands and feet, and they were half-crippled on the spot.

In one fell swoop, more than ten people were injured.

"This is sword intent!"

"With a single sword, such a fierce sword intent is left behind, and it has only dissipated until now..."

"How terrible is Bai Lixuan's strength?"

Seeing the torn corpse of the monster, and the warrior injured by the aftermath of the sword energy, everyone was shocked.

Ming Ye sighed and said, "Lin Yun, thanks to you just now!"

The gray-clothed old man looked at him meaningfully and said, "Young Master Lin's kendo perception is not far from the sword intent. I didn't even notice the sword power in the body of the demon beast."

Lin Yun's face was calm and he didn't say much.

He was only half a sword intent, and he was still far from reaching Bai Lixuan's level.

I really don't know how High Heaven Sword Pavilion cultivated such perverted kendo monsters.

Continuing to walk forward, the number of monster corpses that I saw along the way gradually increased.

Many people have come here to open the way, and as a latecomer, there is less trouble.

In this forbidden area, perhaps because of the demonic energy, there are many ancient sect disciples who died in battle, but they are not completely weathered.

The bones are still there, half-buried in the dust beneath their feet, adding to a lot of melancholy.

It is hard to imagine how tragic that distant battle was, and even the sect disciples were killed so many.

"That place is a little strange."

While walking, Lin Yun pointed at the broken wall not far away and suddenly spoke.

Along the way, Lin Yun's keen intuition saved everyone from a lot of trouble.

Everyone has long since been convinced of him.

"Look at it."

Ming Ye immediately took the crowd and walked over quickly.

Stepping on the ground, the group of corpses didn't take long before they came to the broken wall.

I saw that there was a mural carved on the broken wall, and the scene in the painting was mysterious and boundless. There is a Taoist rhyme, just a glance, it will make people's hearts shocked, this is a picture of enlightenment.

But the cracks on the wall were intertwined, making people look dignified.

"It's the sword mark... Damn, it was left by Bai Lixuan again!"

Ming Ye looked slightly angry, clenched his fists, and said a little unhappily.

The murals in front of you are extremely precious. If you can take them back, it will be very helpful for the disciples of Mingguang Pavilion to understand the martial arts.

But the existence of these few sword marks made Ming Ye dispel his thoughts, just touch it lightly.

The murals will be turned into powder by the remaining sword intent, and people will be hurt.

The gray-clothed old man sighed: "The people who came first in this group removed almost all the treasures that could be removed. Those who couldn't be removed would be destroyed directly."

During the period, there is not much to say.

If you are strong enough to be strong enough to not be afraid of the monsters in the demonic energy, you can do the same.

"Maybe, I can try."

At this moment, the silent Lin Yun suddenly spoke.

"Brother Lin, are you serious?"

Ming Ye's eyes lit up, sparking hope that this mural didn't help him too much personally.

But for Mingguang Pavilion, it is simply a treasure, and it is so needed.

"let me try."

The crowd retreated, Lin Yun stepped forward, and the sword force on his body burst out.

The momentum suddenly changed greatly, like a sharp sword unsheathed, the boundless sword momentum enveloped the entire mural.

Just when everyone was in shock and doubt, the powerful sword stance suddenly closed.

The sword power all over his body condensed half a step of sword intent, and all the sword intent hidden in the mural was drawn out.

Suddenly, seven sword lights flashed out of the mural like lightning.

"Brother Lin, be careful!"

Seeing the sharp sword light, Ming Ye lost his voice.

Lin Yun put his fingers together, using his fingers as a sword, and relying on his own half-step sword intent, he blocked six swords in a row.

When he got the seventh sword, he was shaken back several steps, the blood in the body was surging, and the complexion changed constantly.

rock!

The complete mural suddenly shattered into several pieces and fell to the ground.

"Hurry up."

Ming Ye's face was overjoyed, he succeeded, and the mural was not shaken by sword energy into powder.

Among them, the rhyme of Dao still exists, and when put together, it is still a complete picture of enlightenment.

Immediately, everyone in Mingguang Pavilion stepped forward and carefully collected the murals.

"Brother Lin, are you alright?"

Ming Ye walked over and said gratefully.

Lin Yun smiled and said, "It's okay, after all, it's just his residual sword intent, and it's not enough to be a problem if you're prepared."

Ming Ye and the gray-clothed old man did not agree.

If it is not for kendo perception, to a certain level, even if the strength is sufficient. If you can stop these few strands of sword light, you will certainly not be able to keep the murals.

The two of them clearly looked down on Lin Yun a lot.

Even if there is no treasure in hand, Lin Yun's strength is feared to be tyrannical.

In the place of burial, there are many bones, many broken buildings, there are many murals and similar treasures of enlightenment.

It is indeed a place for preaching. Some buildings that were inconspicuous in those days have become treasures in the eyes of later generations.

Several people, in this place of burial, keep advancing.

After a long time, a vast square appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The gray sandstone, paved ground is immersed in the vicissitudes of ancient times, giving people a heavy and condensed sense of oppression.

At this moment, many figures have gathered in the square.

Lin Yun's gaze, beyond these figures, saw a vast black altar in the center of the square.

There are tens of thousands of steps just from the steps...

"Tongtian Altar!" The old man beside Ming Ye, his expression changed greatly, and he exclaimed.