Chapter 1101 Mysterious Pond

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Bai. Xiao Lin is just lucky enough to have achieved what he has today. In comparison, Mr. Bai and Brother Bai are the role models that Xiao Lin should learn from."

Bai Xingge smiled slightly after hearing this and said, "Good luck is also an external manifestation of luck. Although I was unconscious before, I also detected all the three attacks you made on Li Yuxuan. Although Li Yuxuan, the leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, was expelled by Xu Huanniang and was like a lost dog, his strength should not be underestimated. It is unbelievable that three attacks could injure him and defeat him. After this battle, Li Yuxuan's reputation has been ruined."

"To be honest, Xiao Lin's three attacks were also launched with all his magic power, and his meridians were damaged for this, which is really not worth mentioning."

"With such achievements, it is rare to be so humble. This is the forbidden token that Chongzun and I cast when we built the sword tomb. With this token, we can enter and exit the sword tomb without being attacked by the restrictions inside. The sword monument inside is a treasure between heaven and earth, and it is also a sacred object for us sword cultivators. Legend has it that it was lost from the upper realm and fell into the hands of several sword masters after twists and turns. Every sword cultivator who controls this object has basically become a famous existence. The sword tactics recorded on it are mysterious and unpredictable. After comprehending, everyone has different understandings, which is really mysterious. As for how much you can comprehend, it depends on your own opportunity."

Bai Xingge slowly stretched out his right hand, and a palm-sized silver token appeared above his palm, spinning non-stop, and seemed to be very spiritual.

With Bai Xingge's right hand gently sent, the silver token flew to Xiao Lin's side and was held in his palm.

Xiao Lin looked at the token in his hand. On the front of the token was an ancient sword, which was calm and restrained. Around the ancient sword, there were dense runes. On the back of the token was a landscape painting. Xiao Lin saw at a glance that this landscape painting should be the location of the sword tomb.

"Thank you, Mr. Bai." Xiao Lin bowed deeply and respectfully.

Xiao Lin was indeed full of respect for Bai Xingge. Ordinary cultivators would regard their cultivation methods as treasures and would not easily show them to outsiders, but Bai Xingge had no such idea of ​​cherishing them.

Instead, he opened the sword tomb to himself openly, and never thought about whether others would snatch his title of the first sword cultivator after comprehending the sword monument. In Xiao Lin's view, this pattern was the root of his unfathomable strength.

There are three types of swordsmanship: the right sword, the tricky sword, and the side door. The swordsmanship of Bai Xingge and Bai Chongzun is majestic and awe-inspiring, and it is in line with the way of nature. It is indeed in line with their personality realm. Only in this way can their swordsmanship be pushed to a realm that ordinary people cannot reach.

"The way of swordsmanship depends on the heart, the spirit, the communication with the heaven and the earth, the universe, and the rules. Only in this way can the evil be gathered and integrated into one, and only in this way can the swordsmanship be exhausted and the changes of the swordsmanship be exhausted."

After Bai Xingge said this, he sat cross-legged again and kept silent.

When Xiao Lin heard this, it was like a revelation. The mana in his body was running on its own, and there was a faint sword energy around him, wandering in all directions. Even above his Dantian Qihai, the 144 Qingluan Ice Thunder Swords hovering over him also made a phoenix sound, as if they were in harmony with the heaven and earth.

Bai Chongzun also showed a surprised expression on his face.

"Brother Xiao, your talent in swordsmanship seems to be no less than ours. In time, I am afraid that you will be able to shine in swordsmanship. This is really a blessing for our immortal path."

"Brother Bai, you are too kind. Xiao Lin has been bothering me for a long time. I will take my leave now."

Bai Chongzun heard this and did not speak to keep him. Instead, he nodded and said, "Practice hard. One day, we may meet again in the upper realm."

Xiao Lin nodded, bowed, and turned to leave.

After leaving the cave, Xiao Lin turned directly into a dark green rainbow and shot towards the distance. He soon left Wuzun Mountain and disappeared between the distant sky and earth.

More than half a month later

Xiao Lin came to an unnamed valley. This unnamed valley was very desolate. There was almost no grass within hundreds of miles around.

At the end of the valley, there is a mountain that pierces the sky. The appearance of this mountain is very strange, like a sharp sword, and the rocks are as smooth and flat as if they were cut by a knife.

The key is that the whole valley is filled with white mist, and in this white mist, there is a wisp of sharp air, and when it surges, even Xiao Lin is shocked.

Looking at the golden light flashing on his body, Xiao Lin understands that the white mist in this valley is like sword energy. If an ordinary person walks into this valley, he will be turned into a pool of blood and flesh in an instant.

At this time, Xiao Lin also noticed that on the ground around the valley, there were scattered snow-white corpses. Obviously, they were all wild beasts around who mistakenly entered the valley and died under this white mist.

Soon Xiao Lin walked to the bottom of the valley and looked at the strange mountain in front of him.

This is the entrance to the sword tomb.

In the more than half a month on the road, Xiao Lin has been thinking about the direction of his cultivation in the future.

Among the many magical powers he has cultivated, the Holy Scale Burning Heaven Technique and the Heaven-Repairing Sutra have all entered a bottleneck period. Among them, the Holy Scale Burning Heaven Technique is more dependent on elixirs that replenish qi and blood. In this wilderness mountain range, there are only fierce beasts, and the blood of fierce beasts is mostly poisonous and not suitable for alchemy.

So Xiao Lin plans to put this technique aside for the time being.

After the Heaven-Repairing Sutra advances to the fourth level, the speed of cultivation also slows down abnormally. Although he obtained the subsequent cultivation method of the Heaven-Repairing Sutra in the Langhuan Immortal Mansion, he found that his progress was still like a turtle crawling after practicing, so he had no choice but to give up practicing.

The only thing left is the Great Turbid World Extinction Divine Light. After the Great Turbid World Extinction Divine Light has cultivated the first level of Qi, the second level of God-Slaying has not been cultivated for a long time. After in-depth comprehension, Xiao Lin has roughly determined the reason.

After knowing the reason, Xiao Lin is also a little bit amused. It turns out that the second level of God-Slaying requires the power of the divine consciousness to completely reach the point of transforming the virtual into the real, and the virtual and the real can be transformed at will before it can be cultivated.

Even if Xiao Lin cultivated the Bu Tian Jing to the fourth level, he still could not reach this level.

In his opinion, perhaps only by cultivating the Bu Tian Jing to the fifth level, it might be possible to do it.

The stagnation of the Bu Tian Jing also prevented him from cultivating the second level of the Great Turbid World Extinction Divine Light. What was left was only the sword tactics recorded in the Qingluan Tian Jing and the sword formation arranged by integrating the Qingluan Binglei Sword.

The sword formation that the Qingluan Binglei Sword can arrange is divided into the outer formation and the inner formation. The outer formation is naturally arranged by arranging a sword formation within a range of thousands of feet around with 144 Qingluan Binglei Swords, so as to exert various amazing sword moves.

The inner formation is to store the Qingluan Binglei Sword into the acupoints on the body, arrange the sword formation in the body, and then send out sword energy to attack the enemy, and the sword energy sent by the sword formation arranged in the body can be increased several times.

This is also the reason why Xiao Lin has not reached the realm of the Bai family's two masters, but the purple cold sword energy he sends is not inferior to the two masters in power.

Therefore, if he could improve his realm in the sword art, it would definitely greatly increase Xiao Lin's combat power. At the same time, Xiao Lin's second magical power, the small nine-turn refining magic power, has also begun to develop its second turn. In Xiao Lin's estimation, as long as he has another hundred years, he will be able to complete the second turn.

Once this small magical power completes the second turn, Xiao Lin's mana will also undergo a qualitative change, which will also bring about a huge increase in his combat power.

After figuring out the general direction of his subsequent cultivation, Xiao Lin made up his mind to come to the valley where the sword tomb was located.

When Xiao Lin came to the front of the mountain, he saw a sword-shaped portal about ten feet above the ground, with white runes flashing on it, which would flash every few moments.

At this time, Xiao Lin also noticed that there were more than a dozen dry bones lying on the left and right sides, and these dry bones were still flashing with a faint fluorescence.

Seeing the fluorescence on the dry bones, Xiao Lin understood that those who fell here were all cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, and even two of them were at the level of great cultivators.

Xiao Lin couldn't help but shake his head. Through Bai Chongzun, he knew that the gate of the sword tomb was set with many restrictions, and the sword energy contained in it was even impossible for the Divine Transformation cultivators to resist.

The key is that these sword energies are emitted by the formation, which is almost endless. Even if Bai Xingge tries to force his way in, he can only end up in disgrace.

These withered bones must have wanted to enter the sword tomb to find treasures before they died. They tried to force the entrance of the sword tomb, but encountered the backlash of the sword energy, which led to such a fate.

The star ring in Xiao Lin's hand flashed with a spiritual light, and a silver token shot out and hung in the air.

At the moment the silver token appeared, dense runes suddenly appeared on the sword-shaped portal. These runes gathered together and turned into the shape of a groove.

The silver token also flashed a dazzling silver light, shook slightly, and shot directly into the groove formed by the rune culture, and disappeared without a trace.

"Za Za Za~" The runes on the sword-shaped portal disappeared as the white light dissipated. Amid the muddy sound, the sword-shaped portal slowly opened to both sides, revealing a dark hole.

Xiao Lin's body flew into the air and shot into the portal without hesitation. As Xiao Lin shot in, the stone door slowly closed again.

As the stone door closed, Xiao Lin found that the surroundings did not become dark, but instead emitted a white light. Only then did he see that the stone wall above his head was inlaid with egg-sized night pearls, extending all the way to the inside of the corridor.

Xiao Lin walked into the corridor step by step. He did not use his magic power to perform the land magic technique, because as soon as he entered the corridor, he felt a murderous aura coming from the surroundings.

This feeling was like facing a group of poisonous snakes, staring at him angrily. As long as he had a little hostility, he would be attacked by a storm.

After walking for dozens of feet, Xiao Lin's eyes lit up and he appeared in a valley. The valley was surrounded by mountains and warm sunshine was shining overhead. However, Xiao Lin was a little confused because the sword tomb was clearly in the sword-shaped mountain range.

Moreover, before entering the valley, he had also flown around the sword-shaped mountain range for a long time. It was obvious that he had not discovered this valley before.

There was no life in the valley. Rocks were undulating and scattered all over the valley. On these rocks, on the ground, and on the surrounding rocks, there were all kinds of swords.

These swords showed no signs of rust, and they also emitted colorful spiritual light.

"These are all spiritual treasures?" Xiao Lin was stunned after carefully observing these swords. It turned out that every sword inserted here was at least a primary spiritual treasure. Xiao Lin even sensed the existence of many mid-level and even high-level spiritual treasures.

This really stunned Xiao Lin.

He never thought that there would be such spiritual treasures in this sword tomb. Xiao Lin even suspected that even if all the spiritual treasure flying swords in the cultivation world were gathered together, there might not be as many as here.

Although these spiritual treasure flying swords had not lost their spirituality, they did not move at all. Except for the flashing treasure light from time to time, they did not try to escape.

You should know that Lingbao has a strong spirituality. When it senses danger, it will instinctively choose to fly away. However, the speed of Lingbao flying swords is so fast that it is undoubtedly very difficult for cultivators to catch up with them once they let them escape.

However, the dense Lingbao flying swords in front of him were all very docilely inserted on the ground, rocks and rock walls, as if they were all in a deep sleep.

"Huh?" Xiao Lin was suddenly stunned. It turned out that there was a pool in the center of the valley. The pool was only about ten feet in size and was just surrounded by a circle of stone forests, blocking Xiao Lin's sight and making him not find it at first.

Xiao Lin walked slowly towards the pool in the middle, and as he walked, the Lingbao flying swords close to him lit up one after another, and as he moved away, they went out one after another.

If Xiao Lin had not advanced to the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit, and his magical powers had reached a realm that ordinary transformation of the spirit could not reach, he would probably be uneasy and feel like a thorn in his back when facing tens of thousands of Lingbao flying swords.

After all, once these tens of thousands of flying swords of spiritual treasures start to attack, even a powerful cultivator in the realm of transformation of spirits would be in a hurry and exhausted.

Xiao Lin could feel the sharp sword energy emanating from these flying swords of spiritual treasures, and even some high-level flying swords of spiritual treasures had a trace of sword light floating on their snow-white blades, which were constantly expanding and contracting.

So Xiao Lin did not use his magic power, because as long as he used his magic power, under the traction of the qi, it was hard to guarantee that these flying swords of spiritual treasures would not have any strange phenomena.

Fortunately, Xiao Lin's progress did not attract the attacks of the surrounding flying swords of spiritual treasures, and soon Xiao Lin came to the edge of the pool.

In the center of the pool, there stood a three-foot-high jade stele, which was engraved with dense ancient seal characters, which looked simple and unadorned, but when it fell into Xiao Lin's eyes, he showed a surprised expression.

"Is this the sword monument that Brother Bai mentioned?"

The jade monument in front of him was a bright green color, but it did not emit any halo. It looked a bit plain and simple. Even the words on it seemed to be engraved by humans. This made Xiao Lin feel that the jade monument in front of him was not a sword monument.

"Bang, crack."

Suddenly, a stone under Xiao Lin's feet rolled into the pool, and a shocking scene appeared. He saw that the stone had just touched the water surface and had not yet splashed water, and suddenly disappeared silently.