Chapter 399

Finally, he looked at Qingxuan's record, Lin Yun closed the record and sat cross-legged.

Thousand Machine Seals!

The fingers cross and change, and the obscure and complex handprints keep flashing between their hands.

Lin Yun slowly closed his eyes, looked inward, and landed on the resource petals in his dantian again.

With many previous failed experiences, this time I was familiar with the process and had no obstacles when drawing this time.

He is like a painter who splashes ink, using true essence and the power of time as ink, using thousands of seals as pens, and splashes ink as pens.

Flame pattern, thunder cloud pattern, Geng gold pattern, wind feather pattern, cold cloud pattern... Each perfect second-grade spiritual pattern is outlined in its body and mixed together. It is like a drop of water, gradually

When spread out, many spiritual patterns are intertwined and intertwined.

Looking from outside, Lin Yun sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and his fingers were as green as jade. In the cross-changing, it was like a butterfly flying, light and agile, and like a dreamy light and shadow, unpredictable.

Thousands of machine seals, thousands of machines are ever-changing, and ever-changing.

Without Thousand Machine Seals, many irrelevant spiritual patterns cannot fit into each other and become painted.

Time passes, three days later.

Around the purple vase, the power of the pale white years is weak and cannot be seen clearly, and it is almost exhausted.

Lin Yun made his last stroke and successfully drew the map of mountains and rivers.

In his body, many spiritual patterns are like stars, imprinted on the meridians that penetrate the limbs and bones of the body. The flowing light is shining and crystal clear. At first glance, it looks like the stars in the sky in the endless darkness.

But when you look closely, you can be surprised to find that the twinkling stars in the starry sky are clearly a scroll.

The tiger's palm fell from the sky, shattering the lonely peaks of thousands of feet, making the mountains and rivers tremble.

The terrifying aura hits the face, making people's heart beat faster and chill.

Lin Yun opened his eyes, and the light flashed in his eyes, and he spit out a long turbid air.

The charm and spirit are all there, and this picture of the broken palms of the mountains and rivers has finally been truly completed.

"Try the power!"

As his mind moved slightly, Lin Yun suddenly burst out from the inside to the outside, and his body was filled with bright spiritual lights. His body was under pressure, and he was surging wildly. The nineth level of Xuanwu, the tenth level of Xuanwu, and the half-step purple mansion...

boom!

After reaching the amazing half-step Zifu, the aura on his body continued to soar, soaring to the suffocating Zifu realm.

The light surged and the wind suddenly rose.

Accompanied by a shocking tiger roar, a huge tiger palm suddenly fell in the air, and it fell down rapidly with a thunderous momentum.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

When the tiger's palm fell on the cliff of Sigu, the mountain swayed violently, with loud noises and endless roars, as if the heaven and earth were under this palm, trembling.

Seeing that the cliff of thought could not withstand such a terrifying blow, a column of light suddenly lit up from the cliff.

However, the spiritual array hidden in the cliff was completely activated after this great change.

The majestic formation has endured the power of this palm.

In the air.

Several deacons stood on the sword sculpture, and were secretly shocked when they looked at what happened on the cliff of Siguo.

"What a terrible power. How did this be done? It actually activated the mountain protection array."

"Hasn't you cut off your mysterious vein?"

“Incredible…”

One by one, his eyes fell on Lin Yun, and his eyes were filled with horror. The eighth level of Xuanwu's cultivation level could actually burst out with such amazing power.

It's really unbelievable and I can't imagine how it was done.

After a few people secretly observed it, they confirmed that Lin Yun showed no sign of escape, they took a deep look and left quietly.

The storm dissipated, and the thoughts passed by on the cliff.

Lin Yun's eyes were surprised, and the shock in his heart was no less than these deacons.

Too scary!

Even if he was at the peak of the Ninth Level of Xuanwu, the mirror flowers and water moons he sacrificed were almost the same as that of him, and he was even more powerful than that.

The most serious thing is that after drawing the palm-shattered mountain and river map in advance, there is no need to consume true energy when it is sacrificed.

The palm is broken, and this name is true.

With Lin Yun's realm, it is naturally impossible to do it. One palm shatters the strength of the lonely peak in Wanren. But if he has the Zifu realm and Tianpo realm, and then uses this picture to sacrifice it, it would be easy to break the mountain and river.

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After being shocked, he gradually calmed down and thought about the reasons.

Spiritual pattern!

The reason is probably because of the spiritual pattern. If his true energy is released at will, the power that bursts out will be

Ten. After the power of time is crafted, this true essence explodes again, and its power will definitely be superimposed.

Thinking of this, Lin Yun's thoughts gradually became clearer.

This is like a piece of iron, grinding into a sharp blade, and its lethality will skyrocket. A piece of uncensored jade will be priceless after being carved.

That's the truth.

Lin Yun closed his eyes and looked at the spiritual patterns imprinted on the meridians. After being released, these originally dazzling spiritual patterns as bright as stars were dull and light and did not show up.

However, the architecture has not dispersed, so obviously there is no need to re-draw.

As long as the power of time and true energy are restored, use Thousand Machine Seals to light it up one by one.

"One single spiritual pattern cannot kill people, but when this spiritual pattern becomes a painting, it is more than just killing people!"

Lin Yun whispered to himself softly, and a strong domineering aura flashed through his words.

A vast door opened to him, allowing him to see the terrible part of the spiritual pattern. Master Xuan should not underestimate it.

"After thinking about it, there is still some improvement in this palm-shattered map of mountains and rivers."

After thinking about it carefully, Lin Yun looked through Qingxuan's record and looked at it again.

His heart was completely calm at this moment.

In the days that followed, there was no irritability, the haze disappeared, and the devil disappeared.

During the day, you either study Qingxuan’s records, watch the clouds and listen to the rain, or practice swordsmanship.

The peak and perfect Shuiyue Sword Technique is free and easy to use in his hands. Two different artistic conceptions are as they wish and change at will.

The more you study, the more you feel that this sword technique still has many potential to tap.

It is not that the flaw needs to be completed, but that it is simply a feeling that the Shuiyue Sword Technique can go further.

He felt a vague door, but he could not get it in and was puzzled.

Invisibly, his swordsmanship reached a certain limit.

This limit is not the limit of his own strength, but the limit of his vision.

The beggar eats steamed buns every day. The imaginary emperor is also a lord who eats meat buns. It's very vulgar, but this is the vision.

But most people are deep in it without knowing it.

Because they can't even eat steamed buns, why should they worry about what happened after eating steamed buns?

Lin Yun stood with his "sword" and thought to pass the cliff, and slowly paced.

The sword is a dead tree branch.

It can be blessed by the half-step innate sword intent, and it is not inferior to any mysterious weapon.

Where is the way?

Lin Yun was thinking, but this time it was not the confusion when he thought last time, but a kind of rise.

One header is the tip of two passes. The same sentence is two different states of mind.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Just at this moment, the sound of the piano rose again, passing through the cold abyss, echoing in Lin Yun's ears.

The sound of the piano is small, like the sound of the yellow orioles, like the sing of birds... like the flowing water of mountains and flowing water, the flowing water is crisp and pleasant, and the sound of metal and stone is endless.

Since Lin Yun appeared on the Siguo Cliff, the sound of the piano has never stopped.

At first, to him, it was messy and harsh, like a magic sound. But as the mood changes, the sound of the piano continues to soothe, and now it is like a fairy sound, ethereal and agile.

He is as smart as him, so he has known it for a long time.

The sound of the piano has never changed, but his own heart is changing.
To be continued...