Chapter 378

"Why is it hurt so badly?"

The elders of Qijue Castle saw Jing Jue's wound, especially the sword wound that was almost cut in half.

Duo's face changed greatly, with such injuries, he almost died in one breath.

It was a fluke that Jing Jue survived. If he was really strong, he would definitely die.

"My storage bag was robbed by Lin Yun."

Jing Jue's face was black, but he didn't say much about the specific process of the injury.

Do you really want to say that he and Shui Wuhen joined forces, but Lin Yun beat him like a dog.

"what!"

The complexion of the elders of Qijuebao sank, and Jing Jue broke into the ninth floor, and the harvest is definitely self-evident.

Many elders have high hopes for him, and there are many remnants of cheat books that are urgently needed to be supplemented by the sect.

You must know that the sects of these sects outside the empire are not comparable to the four major sects.

Such a blow is really huge.

Jing Jue definitely didn't feel much about this background, he only felt sorry for his own ancient treasured sword.

"I will be promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu first, and I will wait for Lin Yun to come out and talk about the specific plan."

Jing Jue looked indifferent and did not say much.

Before he entered the secret realm of the magic lotus, he already had the tenth level of Xuanwu cultivation.

After withdrawing now, and after a little understanding of what the secret realm has gained, the promotion of the tenth level of Xuanwu is nothing but a matter of course.

the other side.

Shui Wuhen did not say a word, not a word.

After all, compared to Jing Jue, he was lucky and only lost a bottle of Cold Cloud Pill. It was he who grabbed it from Bai Yue, and he didn't lose anything.

But when you reach the top ten floors, the opportunity to create legends is gone, and it is inevitable that you will feel lost in your heart.

"Only the little junior brother is left."

In the camp of High Heaven Sword Pavilion, Elder Luo Feng and many disciples seemed very nervous.

The smile on his face gradually converged.

With Lin Yun creating miracles along the way, he has now become the biggest winner after defeating Shui Wuhen and Jing Jue. The atmosphere in the camp gradually became a little weird, and the expressions of the elders of the sects looking at the sword pavilion changed obviously.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, I am afraid that if you are not careful, you will become the target of public criticism.

Xin Jue glanced in the direction of the Hunyuan Sect, and the eyes of Wen Yanbo and other elders looked at the Jiange people and wanted to swallow them on the spot.

"There is something wrong with the Hunyuan Sect. The three core disciples of their sect, none of them came out, they all died inside."

Xin Jue retracted his gaze and said slowly.

"Did he die in the hands of the younger brother?"

"The three core disciples have all died. After Wen Yanbo returns to the sect, he will definitely be questioned."

"Die well."

Luo Feng said coldly and said lightly, "If it was really Lin Yun who killed him, he would kill him if he killed him. It's no big deal."

"But there are also Blood Bone Gate, Demon Flame Sect and Qijue Castle, and the eyes looking at us are a little wrong."

"This is the case in the Black Lotus Palace. If there are winners, there will be losers. They must be the core disciples of these sects. They have suffered a lot in the hands of the younger brothers."

"After the younger brother came out, it was inevitable that there would be some twists and turns. It is difficult for these evil cultivators to give up..."

"Hunyuanmen will definitely take the opportunity to step in when the time comes."

No matter how great the achievements are, the pressure will be put on. At present, Lin Yun's record is approaching the limit that Jiange can bear.

The elders and disciples of Jiange felt that something was wrong in the discussion.

"Wait and watch, High Heaven Sword Pavilion doesn't cause trouble, but it's never afraid of trouble."

At this moment, a voice sounded in the ears of several people, but it was the sword-wielding elder in the tent who spoke.

Thinking of the presence of the sword-wielding elder, with a Xiaoyun sword, the hearts of the elders of the sword pavilion and their disciples calmed down a little.

However, Luo Feng still gave Xin Jue and the other elders a look, signaling them to get ready.

...

The ninth floor of the Black Lotus Palace.

After the injury recovered, Lin Yun opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on Jing Jue's storage bag.

Whoa!

When everything in the storage bag was poured out, there was no scene of piling up into mountains as imagined.

Jing Jue's vision is extremely high, and all kinds of rare things can be captured by him.

It is either a broken martial arts jade card, or a higher-grade medicinal pill, a second-grade spiritual jade, and some strange and strange treasures.

But the most conspicuous thing was the treasured sword with simple and simple patterns, with a strong and dignified aura, as if a fierce beast was hidden in its sheath.

"Bao Bing?"

With a move in Lin Yun's heart, he sucked the knife into his hand and felt it.

Sure enough, it was an ancient treasured soldier, intact and untouched by demonic energy. There are two timeless ancient characters engraved on the body of the knife, not blood.

Without demonization, it is like his Scarlet Flame Banner and cannot be used in the Magic Lotus Secret Realm.

Lin Yun guessed, this should not be owned by him, it is difficult to give him such a perfect treasure with the background of Qijue Castle.

It is very likely that it is his harvest in the eighth floor.

No wonder, no wonder he looked at me before he left and wanted to eat me.

If it was me, I was forced to give up the burial foil, I'm afraid it would be even more uncomfortable than death.

But since it is an enemy, there is nothing to sympathize with.

In addition, there are six treasures. A pot of ancient wine, an incense burner, a scroll of ancient paintings, a different fruit and a fragrant flower.

"This is?"

Lin Yun's eyes fell on the strange flower, and his eyes lit up.

The four blue petals are shaped like a quiet snowflake, the leaves are emerald green, the flowers are elegant, and there is a hint of melancholy in the coldness.

"Blue Snowflake?"

After thinking about it, Lin Yun was a little unsure, but this flower must be a strange flower, and its quality is not low.

Very good, the burial foil stays at the peak of the super-grade Xuanbing, and it is only one step away from being promoted to the treasured soldier. It is better to use this flower to raise.

Accepting it gladly, Lin Yun crushed the flower into hundreds of tiny pieces and placed it in the sword box behind it.

Looking at the ancient wine again, he really couldn't guess the name, but with the aroma of the wine. At least not inferior, the pot of Phoenix Terrace that the princess rewarded in his hand is a pot of four-grade wine.

That exotic fruit bloomed with an icy mysterious light, which was as crystal clear as a gem, shining brightly.

However, it is very similar to the Xuanbingguo recorded in the Martial Dao Discord.

The ancient painting is a picture of enlightenment, but it is not a picture of enlightenment of swordsmanship and flesh, which is of little use to him.

The incense burner is similar to the futon, and it is a treasure that assists the practice and calms the mind.

"This guy has a lot to gain, I'm afraid he has robbed a lot of people, but now it's all mine."

Lin Yun was not polite, and with a wave of his hand, he took all the treasures that Jing Jue worked so hard to get into his pocket.

His eyes swept away, and his eyes fell on the sword on the lotus platform.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Lin Yun stepped forward quickly, holding the sword in his hand as he beckoned.

"Residual blood."

The name of the sword is Remnant Blood, and there is a sense of desolation in the name, which is even more curious.

But just when Lin Yun was about to hold the sword hilt, he suddenly remembered something, paused for a moment, and stopped.

With a hesitant look on his face, he pondered for a while, and finally sighed.

He put down his hand, forcibly held down the curiosity in his heart, and did not pull out the sword.

He remembered the body of his broken sword, and the swords other than the burial flower had not lasted three breaths in his hands. After three breaths, without exception, it breaks.

If such a precious sword were to be broken in his own hands, Lin Yun would be ready to die.

"That's it."

Shaking his head, after all, he didn't have the courage to gamble, so he put the sword in the storage bag for the time being.

His eyes fell on the Duobao lotus platform, and a decision flashed in his eyes, and he stepped on it.

The tenth floor of the treasure hall is finally here.

I just don't know what will be waiting for my own test.

As the world was spinning, Lin Yun felt that his body was being stretched infinitely, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

When his vision was restored and his feet landed, he found a gray space in the depths.

A river stood in front of him. There seemed to be a palace on the other side of the river, and there seemed to be nothing.

"What place is this?"

Lin Yun frowned slightly, the previous ninth floor test was not like this.

Could it be that the tenth floor of the Treasure Palace is an independent space?

Climbing to the top tenth floor has become a legend far away, and no one knows what the outcome will be if the tenth floor test fails.

Maybe death, maybe forever trapped in this space.

But now there is no way out, Lin Yun didn't think much, and set foot on the broad river.

The river is cold, and walking in it is much colder than the Black Lotus Lake.

woohoo!

The pattering rain fell without warning and hit the water. Like large and small pearls, hitting the jade plate used by the immortals, making a very nice sound.

In the hazy rain, a black lotus slowly floated over from the other side.

Lin Yun stopped, a trace of unease flooded his heart, the previous nine tests were all white lotus platforms.

In the magic lotus secret realm, the most seen is the black lotus, and the black lotus is the green lotus.

What is the relationship between black lotus, green lotus, and white lotus?

Before, Lin Yun never thought about this issue, he just regarded it as a secret realm. He, like all living beings, is just a passer-by among them.

But now, when I came to the tenth floor of this treasure hall, I couldn't help but think of it.

Not allowing him to think too much, the black lotus pedestal gradually approached, and it became clearer in his eyes.

A man in black sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, with a sword in his hand.

The cultivation level of the man in black is comparable to him, not more than a point, not a little less.

But inexplicably, Lin Yun felt a sense of danger and became nervous.

"Rain is the fault of a lifetime, rain is joys and sorrows..."

The man in black stretched out his hand to catch the rain, looked up at the sky, and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

"You're not the one I want to see."

Lin Yun looked calm and said in a deep voice.

The man in black slowly got up and said with a smile, "He is the cloud, I am the rain, and I am the mistake he made in his life."

I don't know when the rain stopped, and the man in black stretched out his hand as he spoke.

Even the long sword on the stage was held in his hand, and the wind carried a few drops of water on the river.

With long sleeves like clouds, the man in black swung his sword, and a drop of water hit the body of the sword.

hum!

The majestic sword intent permeated the water droplets, and the broad lake surface trembled slightly under the shock of the sword intent.

Lin Yun raised his brows and drew his sword out of the scabbard. The body of the sword was in front of his eyes, blocking the drop of water that was supposed to pierce through his eyebrows.

Bang!

Amidst the loud noise, a circle of water rose on the river, a ten-foot-high water curtain. Lin Yun's long hair, which was tied up by the strong wind, spread out on the spot, black silk like a waterfall, dancing with the wind.