Chapter 399

After taking a final look at Qingxuan's transcript, Lin Yun closed the transcript and sat cross-legged.

Thousand Machine Seal!

The fingers intertwined and changed, and obscure and complex handprints flashed between his hands.

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

With the experience of many previous failures, I was familiar with the drawing this time without any obstacles.

He is like a painter who uses his true energy and the power of time as his ink, and uses the Qianji Seal as his pen to paint the ink with his brush.

Flame patterns, thunder cloud patterns, Geng gold patterns, wind feather patterns, cold cloud patterns...the perfect second-grade spiritual patterns are outlined in his body, blending together. Like a drop of water, gradually

Spread out, many spiritual patterns are crisscrossed and interlocked.

Looking from the outside, Lin Yun is sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, and his fingers are as green as jade. The interlacing changes are like butterflies flying, light and agile, and like dreamy light and shadow, unpredictable.

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

Without the Thousand Machine Seal, many unrelated spiritual patterns would not be able to fit together and condense into a painting.

Time passed, three days later.

Around the petals of the purple kite, there are circles of pale white power of time, which are too weak to be seen clearly and are almost exhausted.

Lin Yun put down the last stroke, shattered the mountain and river map with his palm, and successfully drew it.

In its body, many spiritual patterns are like stars, imprinted on the meridians that run through the body, limbs and bones. The light flashes and is crystal clear. At a glance, it looks like shining stars in the sky in the endless night.

But if you look closely, you will be surprised to find that the twinkling stars in the sky are clearly a picture scroll.

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

The breath of terror hits your face, making your heart beat faster and making you shudder.

Lin Yun opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with light, and he exhaled a long stale breath.

The charm and agility are all present, and this painting of mountains and rivers shattered by palms is finally truly completed.

"Try the power!"

With a slight thought in his mind, Lin Yun's whole body suddenly shot out bright auras from the inside out. The pressure on his body surged crazily, the ninth level of Xuanwu, the tenth level of Xuanwu, half a step into the Zifu...

boom!

After reaching the astonishing half-step of Zifu, the aura on his body still surged, 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 from mid-air, falling rapidly with the force of thunder.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

When the tiger's palm fell on Siguo Cliff, the mountain peak shook violently, with continuous loud noises and roars, as if the whole world was trembling under this palm.

Seeing that Siguo was unable to withstand such a terrifying blow, pillars of light suddenly lit up in the cliff.

But it was the spiritual formation hidden in the cliff that was completely activated after this huge change.

The majestic formation can bear all the power of this palm.

Mid-air.

Several deacons stood on the sword sculptures, watching everything that happened on Siguo Cliff and were secretly shocked.

"What a terrifying power. How did you do this? It actually activated the mountain-protecting formation."

"Didn't you cut off your own profound veins?"

"Incredible..."

Eyes fell on Lin Yun one after another, and their eyes flashed with horror. The eighth level of Xuanwu cultivation could actually explode such astonishing power.

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

Several people observed in secret, and after confirming that Lin Yun showed no signs of escaping, they took a deep look and left quietly.

The storm dissipated and I thought about it on the cliff.

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

How terrible!

This kind of power is almost the same as, or even greater than, the Jing Hua Shui Yue he used when he was at the peak of the ninth level of Xuanwu.

The most terrible thing is that after the map of Shattered Mountains and Rivers is drawn in advance, there is no need to consume real energy when it is sacrificed.

The name of "Shattering Mountains and Rivers with Palm" is indeed true.

With Lin Yun's realm, it is naturally impossible for him to achieve the strength of shattering Wanren Gufeng with one palm. But if he has the realm of Zifu and Tianpo realm, and then uses this figure, it will not be easy for him to shatter mountains and rivers with his palm.

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After the shock, he gradually calmed down and thought about the reason.

Spirit pattern!

The reason is probably due to the spiritual pattern. If his true energy were released casually, the power that would burst out would be

10. After this true essence has been sculpted by the power of time, it will burst out again, and its power will definitely be doubled.

After thinking about it this way, Lin Yun's thoughts gradually became clearer.

This is like a piece of iron, when sharpened into a sharp blade, its lethality will skyrocket. A piece of rough jade, after being carved, will be priceless.

The truth is this.

Lin Yun closed his eyes and re-examined the spiritual patterns imprinted on his meridians. After being released, these spiritual patterns that were originally as dazzling as stars became dull and weak.

However, the structure is still intact and obviously does not need to be redrawn.

As long as the power of time and true energy are restored, then use the Thousand Machine Seals to illuminate them one by one.

"Individual spiritual patterns cannot kill people, but when the spiritual patterns are completed into paintings, they can do more than just kill people!"

Lin Yun whispered to himself, with a strong domineering air flashing through his words.

A broad door opened to him, allowing him to see the terrifying power of spiritual patterns. Master Xuan should not be underestimated.

"If you think about it carefully, you will find that there is still room for improvement in this map of broken mountains and rivers."

After thinking about it carefully, Lin Yun flipped through Qingxuan's notes and started reading them again.

His heart, at this moment, completely calmed down.

In the days that followed, there was no more irritability, the haze was gone, and the demonic confusion dissipated.

During the day, he either studied Qingxuan's records, watched the clouds and listened to the rain, or practiced swordsmanship.

The peak and perfect Shuiyue Sword Technique is wielded freely and freely in his hands. Two different artistic conceptions can be changed at will.

The deeper he studied, the more he felt that this sword technique still had many potentials to be tapped.

It's not that the flaws need to be fixed, but I simply feel that this Shuiyue Sword Technique can go further.

He felt a vague door, but he could never get 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, and the emperor in his imagination is just a man who eats meat buns. It sounds very vulgar, but this is the perspective.

It's just that most people are deeply involved in it and don't know it.

Because they can't even eat steamed buns, so why worry about what happens after eating steamed buns.

Lin Yun put away his "sword" and stood up, thinking about the cliff and pacing slowly.

The sword is a dead wood branch.

But with the blessing of half a step of innate sword intent, it is not inferior to any mysterious weapon.

Where is the way?

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

The tip of an eyebrow on one page, the mountains in two places. The same sentence, but two different states of mind.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

Just at this moment, the sound of the piano sounded again, from the cold abyss, through the clouds and mist, and echoed in Lin Yun's ears.

The sound of the piano is sparse, like the soft call of an oriole, like the singing of birds...like the flowing water in the mountains, the flowing water stirs the rocks, it is clear and sweet, and the sound of the metal and stone continues to clank.

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

At first, to his ears, it sounded messy and harsh, like a magic sound. But as his mood changed, the sound of the piano continued to soothe, and now, it was like fairy music, ethereal and agile.

As smart as he is, he naturally already knows this.

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