"The dead leaf crowing power is insufficient! My cultivation is all in these seven words. If you can understand it thoroughly, then this cultivation is yours." The middle-aged scholar casually threw the sword on the ground and sat lazily on the stone bench beside the stone table.

He was very serious about making tea and drinking tea. Qin Yun looked at him blankly and realized that the middle-aged scholar's every move was very beautiful.

He left Qin Yun alone, regardless of whether Qin Yun was comprehending his seven words, and drank Kung Fu tea on his own, which was extremely enjoyable.

A cicada chirping sounded from the branches of the old locust tree. Qin Yun raised his head and noticed that a white-skinned autumn cicada was sticking to the bark, screaming weakly. It turned out that the cicada chirping he had heard before came from here.

As the cicadas chirped, Ji Xian'er looked at the Taoist scriptures in her hand with interest, and was fascinated and could not hear the words around her.

"You only have one night. If this little girl understands quickly, the less time you will have to comprehend. When she wakes up, if you haven't expressed the next sentence of this poem, I have to ask you to leave, leave the sword and wait for the next person with destiny."

"Who are you?" In just a few short sentences, Qin Yun learned a lot from it. The sword on the ground was to accept the token of his successor. Only by holding this sword into the land of the dead can he come to him to receive the inheritance. As for whether the inheritance is successful, it depends on his personal understanding.

Unfortunately, for millions of years, it seems that he is the only one who is qualified to accept the inheritance because he is the only one who cannot understand the Taoist scriptures.

"Who am I? Only when you complete my inheritance will you be qualified to know."

"What if it's not done?" Qin Yun picked up the sword on the ground. He looked at the seven words on the ground, and then asked after thinking deeply.

"Then you don't need to know." The middle-aged scholar looked up and glanced at Qin Yun who was holding the sword tightly, lowered his eyelids, put his lips on the mouth of the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and then said: "This is my world. You'd better not think about other things. It's not good for you. I can take your sword, and naturally I can take more things. For example, your life, and her life."

Qin Yun stared at the middle-aged scholar for a long time before I opened the sword in my hand and said coldly: "If I recovered my cultivation level, you wouldn't be so tough."

"No matter whether you have recovered your cultivation or not, I have always been so tough. This is where my cultivation is, and no one can change it."

"How can I obtain your inheritance? Do I just write a few words on the ground?"

"Of course not, but you can also write whatever you want. As long as I am satisfied, you will be able to get my heritage."

"It sounds like you're making fun of me." Qin Yun frowned. Anyone who suddenly encounters a powerful existence that wants to teach his lifelong cultivation will be like him. There is no pie falling from the sky in the world, so what does this person want?

"I don't have to do this." Another sip of tea, and I got middle-aged, and the tea rose and floated in the cup, looking extremely regular, but Qin Yun did not notice this.

"You really don't have the need to do this, I'm too concerned." Qin Yun sighed. No matter who it was, he would inevitably feel depressed when encountering such a thing for no reason. He sat on the ground helplessly. Qin Yun did not use his sword to write, but first looked at the seven words on the ground.

Each of the seven characters on the ground has a different charm. After just one look, he became addicted to it.

"The dead leaf crowing power is insufficient, so the next sentence is to avoid deep birds entering the mountains and forests."

After a long time, Qin Yun picked up the sword and engraved the next sentence next to the seven characters. At the end of the sword, each character is clever, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, and the curved hooks produce a thick and vigorous force. The characters carved also carry a vicissitudes of energy. At the end of the stroke, the force is deep and shallow, and the characters are from thick to thin, giving people the feeling of abrupt end.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the words on the ground and nodded: "Yes, the words are OK."

It was just OK. The words Qin Yun wrote carefully and received such comments made him a little angry. He directly said, "Since it is OK, can you pass on your cultivation to me?"

"Haha..." The middle-aged scholar didn't care, "Since you have written it, have you gained some cultivation?"

Seeing Qin Yun shake his head, he smiled and said, "Since you have not obtained any cultivation, it means that you are not well written and are not qualified to obtain cultivation. So, please continue writing until I am satisfied."

In the middle of the night, there was no light in the sky, dark. Here, only the dim lights hung on the old locust tree. The candlelight in the lanterns kept swaying, as if it could be extinguished at any time. The middle-aged scholar pointed to the lanterns on the tree, "Did you see that? The candles in the lanterns are almost burning. When the candles are burning, the night here will be over..."

The candle burns very slowly, but it is not slow either. Qin Yun realized that the seven words left by the scholar in the middle have a unique meaning and are not simply those who can obtain the inheritance by simply expressing the next sentence.

"Why do I have the right to inherit his cultivation if I can't understand the Taoist scriptures? What is the Taoist scripture? Why is Xian'er so fascinated by reading it?"

These two questions gradually arose in Qin Yun's mind. In the end, Qin Yun could not bear the torture of this problem and asked the middle-aged scholar: "Sir, what is the secret method of practicing this sutra? Why is Xian'er so fascinated by it?"

The middle-aged scholar was a little surprised by Qin Yun's problem. He didn't say anything strange this time, but instead explained seriously: "Where do you think the martial arts in your cultivation world come from? Did those monks create their own creations? In fact, it is not the case. In addition to some family holy places left by the ancient times, many magical practices that cultivators practice from this Taoist scripture."

"The beginning of the cultivation world!" A huge wave broke out in Qin Yun's heart. The cultivation world began in the ancient times and flourished in the present, and had a history of tens of millions of years. Then who would know that the cultivation world's cultivation world comes from a Taoist scripture.

"Why can't I understand, but Xian'er understand?" Qin Yun asked himself a question. He did not ask the middle-aged scholar, and knew that the middle-aged scholar would not answer his question, so he sat back on the ground and thought about the question he had just now.

If the Taoist Sutra is the beginning of the cultivation world, why is it in the hands of this middle-aged scholar? It is obvious that the Taoist Sutra was not created by him. His skills must be passed on by those who cannot hear the Taoist Sutra. And he himself cannot hear the Taoist Sutra. Why is this?

Qin Yun was puzzled and silently looked at the seven words on the ground, "The sound of the dead leaf cicada is not strong enough." The short seven words exuded a vigorous smell. Qin Yun became more and more fascinated as he looked at it. He found that what really attracted him was not the meaning of the sentence itself. This sentence was very simple. The time when the leaves wither was autumn, and autumn cicadas usually sing weakly before they were about to die.

Since it is not the meaning of the sentence, then it is in itself, Qin Yun’s own look at the dry words...

In the Forbidden Immortal Land, two women of the Supreme Forgetting Dao entered the depths of the Land of the Dead, and the Hei Fusheng from the Great Secret Pao followed closely behind them. Behind them, a bunch of corpses were left, with scattered corpses, none of which were complete. Their strength was far beyond everyone's imagination. After entering the Land of the Dead, some hidden means were taken out...

Let Qin Yun leave it alone. There is still some time before dawn. Let’s take a look at some things that happened outside the Forbidden Immortal Land.

In a very ordinary deep mountain in Tianzhou, there is a Tianchi Lake on the top of the mountain. The water in Tianchi Lake will not freeze all year round.

No one knows that under this Tianchi Lake, there will be a huge palace. The palace is under the water, isolated by a layer of powerful power. There is a unique cave in the palace. A simple two-story palace, when entering it, it is a magnificent group of palaces.

The palace group is located on the ridge of the mountains and is connected by mountain iron chains. The iron chains are polished into white. The bricks and wood of the palace are all white. Even white trees are planted on the mountain. As for the tree species, few people recognize it. It is probably a strange species from the ancient times.

Deep in this palace group, there is a Tianchi Lake. It is exactly the same as the Tianchi Lake outside. Under the Tianchi Lake, there is a palace. This is the secret place of the Taishang Wuxu Dao. Only those who understand the eighth level of the Taishang Wuxu Dao can break through the Tianchi Lake and enter the palace at the bottom of the water to practice the ninth level of the Taishang Wuxu Dao. Once you practice successfully, you can reach the true fairyland.

However, millions of years ago, no one had practiced the eighth level of the Supreme Ruthless Dao, and no one could break through the Tianchi here.

Today, in the small world of Taishang Wurong Tao, the sun is booming, but the snow on the top of the mountain has no trace of melting.

The Tianchi here welcomed the first person to break through the eighth level in a million years. This person is named Bai Yunyan. Behind her beautiful long hair, Bai Yunyan's face became much numb and she looked much thinner. However, on her, she had the pressure that only the saints of the Feathered Sage had. Unlike the saints who practiced other techniques in the sect, the aura on her body was obviously even more terrifying.

The clouds in the sky gradually condensed, and Bai Yunyan stood by the Tianchi Lake. A long sword in his hand rose into the air and entered the sky. In a moment, dark clouds were dense, and thunder surging. Tens of thousands of thunder scattered down in an instant. Thunder and lightning were concentrated at one point, and finally they twisted into a huge sky sword. Incredible, Bai Yunyan suddenly rose into the air, and a pair of delicate arms dared to penetrate deep into the lightning and seize the thick lightning.

Lightning became the sword in her hand. The sword was very long and bright, and it slashed horizontally from mid-air and smashed into the Tianchi Lake.

Boom, with a loud bang, the entire mountain was trembling, but the water in Tianchi did not erupt. The lightning gradually retracted, and a sword appeared in her hand, which was the sword that had just flew into the sky.

At this moment, she stood calmly on Tianchi, but Tianchi was no longer calm. The water flow in the middle of the lake began to descend, forming a huge vortex. The vortex was in the center of the vortex. She did not hide, but followed the vortex to enter the bottom of the lake.

For some reason, under the deep water, the palace was very quiet, and there were no candle lights in the palace, but it was also very bright. Bai Yunyan found himself lying on the floor tiles of a majestic palace, with white jade on the ground, which could reflect human figures.

The palace was terrifyingly big. In the palace that was thousands of feet back and forth, there were only a few hundred marble pillars surrounded by five people. The cold wind blew the hair of the clouds and smoke. A cold female voice was heard in front of her ears, saying, "Come here!"

The female voice was very low, and Bai Yunyan looked forward along the sound. There was no cover in the palace. In the middle of the two rows of huge marble columns, there was an extremely spacious corridor. At the end of the corridor, Bai Yunyan saw a huge throne, neither gold nor wood nor stone, but still white, looking very refreshing, there was no dust on the throne, and a woman in white was sitting on the throne.

Bai Yunyan almost thought that he saw himself sitting on the throne with long hair draped over his shoulders, cold face, thin figure, and the coldness and arrogance that appeared between his eyebrows were all similar to him. Who is this person? The first thought reflected in Bai Yunyan's mind.

"It's been a million years. I thought the Supreme Ruthless Dao had long declined, and no one could enter here again. To my surprise, you are very young and have great potential. You are the top three people I have ever met. So, what do you want?"

The woman's voice was very lazy and had no strength, but Bai Yunyan dared not have any thoughts of doubt.

"You can give me whatever I want? If I want to be invincible in the world, can you help me?"

"Of course, I can give you whatever you want, it depends on whether you can afford this price. You should understand that everything has a price. As for the invincible world, it is simple. The Supreme and Ruthless Dao is an invincible martial art. As long as you reach the ninth level, you will be invincible world. But you may not be able to afford such a price."

"What's the price?" Bai Yunyan's words were very dull, even more dull than the woman on the throne. In the deep palace, there was only her and her, and no one would have thought of such a scene in the secret palace of the Supreme Ruthless Dao.

"The Supreme and Relentless Tao will gradually fade all women who practice their feelings, but as long as they do not practice the ninth level, then there will be feelings after all. On the other hand, if you want to practice the ninth level, you must erase all feelings, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. These will be lost. Of course, there is love. For a woman, it is worthy of sorrow. Are you willing to do this at the cost?"

"I do!" Bai Yunyan said without hesitation. She practiced to the eighth level of Supreme Ruthless Tao, and her emotions were naturally extremely weak.

"You promised too quickly, I hope you don't regret it!" The woman on the throne waved, and a ray of light flew out of her sleeve. Before she could hide, the ray of light shot into her eyebrows.

The entire article of the ninth level of the Supreme and Relentless Dao that has been lost for a long time is displayed in his sea of ​​consciousness. The four words "Tai Shang Wuxu" contain supreme domineering aura, supreme indifference, and supreme murderous intent. The ninth level is the most core skill of the Supreme and Relentless Dao, and it is also the most secret skill of killing. However, if you want to use these skills, you must have a prerequisite, that is, ruthless.

Om, the magic sword was unsheathed. In Bai Yunyan's hand, this magic sword that had been hidden in the scabbard for many years could not be unsheathed even if it splits the Tianchi. At this moment, Bai Yunyan held the hilt with force. Only the ninth level of martial arts can pull it out.

A sonorous sound of sword sounds, the magic sword is unsheathed, the sky is shining, the clouds and smoke are falling in the palace, and the cold white jade floor slowly dances.

The dance is beautiful, but unfortunately no one can appreciate it except the women on the throne. However, the cold women on the throne seemed to be very interested. From the beginning, their eyes were shiny, but later they only glanced at each other a few times without any interest.

The sword danced faster and faster, to an incredible level. Around Fai Yunyan, there was a white light. Fai Yunyan's figure flashed in the palace with the sword shadow, surpassing the boundaries of space and splitting the constraints of the law. She is now very strong.

At the peak of feathering, she practiced the ninth level of Taishang Forgetting the Path of the Ninth Level of Taishang and Forgetting the Peak in just a moment, and she was only one step away from becoming an immortal. She is very strong at this moment. Unfortunately, she is only one step away. The woman on the throne looked at Bai Yunyan and shook her head, "The heart is indeed very strong, but not strong enough. You can erase other emotions, but in the end you can still erase the shadow in your heart. I said that without love may not be a good thing for us women, but since you have chosen the ninth level, you must be ruthless!"

"Relaxless, ruthless..." Bai Yunyan kept muttering in his mouth, the sword in his hand was getting faster and faster, and the marble pillars around the palace were protected by a force, and the naked eye could see that the sword energy of the divine sword was tearing the protective power on the surface of the marble pillar.

The sword became faster and faster, and Bai Yunyan almost floated up. He couldn't control the sword in his hand. With a puff, blood spit out in big mouthfuls. Bai Yunyan fell to the sky and spread his hair, roaring unwillingly on the white jade floor tiles.

The roar echoed in the palace, very cold and no one paid attention to it.

"You are too strong, so you can't let go of the affection in your heart. You are wrong, that's right, but you can't practice the ninth level of the supreme and ruthless Tao. If you continue practicing, you will definitely die of devils."

A divine light penetrated into the body of the fallen Yunyan. The internal injuries he suffered from being possessed by the devil were quickly healed, but it would take some time to truly recover.

She got up from the ground unwillingly and asked coldly: "What should I do?"

"You can't practice anymore, otherwise you will die. Listen to me and choose other exercises, even if you can't..."

"What should I do to kill this love?" Before the woman in white could finish her words, Bai Yunyan interrupted her words. The persistence in her heart still made her stick to her choice.

"If you want to kill this love, you have to kill the person who is in danger of being robbed. Are you really willing to kill, the person who can reach your heart?"

"Did you kill him?" Bai Yunyan's face finally stopped calming, "Can you forget it?"

"Only by killing, you can forget it. If you can kill, you can forget it. But are you willing to let it go, this love, this person?"

Fai Yunyan sat quietly on the ground, "He has never had me in his heart. I just don't want to be defeated by him. It's very simple to kill him!"

"I hope that when your sword falls above his head, there will be no hesitation like today. Go, with your current cultivation level, who else is your opponent in this world except for a few immortals?"

"I will kill him, and then come back to cultivate to the ninth level of the Supreme Forgetting the Path of Forgetting the Path of Forgetting the Confucianism!"

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