The raised foot landed on the third stairs. A terrifying pressure made him froze in place, and his soul trembled. This sea of ​​consciousness seemed to reject him and continue moving forward.

"What's going on?" Just as he was confused, Lin Changfeng's voice came from his palace.

"You're stupid."

A gap was opened to the palace door, and a majestic voice came from inside, and he sighed in a low voice: "Get out!"

As if he was subjected to some supreme command, the sword master trembled all over, and an extremely terrifying force wanted to pull him out of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Realizing something was wrong, the Sword Master exploded directly in Lin Changfeng's sea of ​​consciousness without any hesitation.

Lin Changfeng's body trembled outside, and his brows were slightly stimulating.

Scenes of memories that do not belong to you emerged deep in my mind.

The first picture:

It was in a dark cave. The sword master of the Broken Sword Gate lowered his head and stood humbly in place. An old voice came from the stone chair above.

"You are the disciple with the worst talent. The natal weapons of the blood demons in the Twelve Demons' Caves cannot fall into their hands. You can take them away."

The sound appeared, and Lin Changfeng clearly felt a sense of grief and anger.

At this time, a charming and adorable voice came. Just listening to the sound made people feel numb and imaginative.

"It's only appropriate for him to take it away. After all, no one cares about a waste."

Such a voice seemed to be ridiculous, but Lin Changfeng was a little strange. Is the disciple with the worst cultivation level of the Golden Elixir Realm?

"This should be the reason why the Sword Lord fled to Yingzhou." Lin Changfeng wanted to continue listening, but the picture suddenly trembled, causing layers of ripples, and then the scene in front of him turned into an antique room.

Lin Changfeng's gaze completely turned into the sword master. There was a masked old man sitting in front of him. The aura on the other party was very terrifying, and even Lin Changfeng frowned slightly.

"After the matter in the atrium is resolved, you will come back with the Blood Demon. His inheritance is not worthy of being a waste like you."

"Remember, if you die, you must leave a mark, otherwise once the inheritance of the Blood Demon is lost, I will kill your family without leaving any one!"

A huge pressure appeared, and Lin Changfeng clearly felt the fear of the sword master. Judging from the pressure exerted by the other party, Lin Changfeng could almost guess the other party's cultivation level.

Nascent Soul Realm!

"You better remember your mission!"

The picture disappeared at this point, and Lin Changfeng withdrew from all the pictures, looked at the scarlet mark in the sea of ​​consciousness, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

With a move, a cloud of fog covered the blood-red mark. After Lin Changfeng finished all this, he withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness.

His pupils were once again focused. Lin Changfeng glanced at the sword spirit, raised his hand to retract the sword, and found a two-world flag on the sword master before leaving the place.

"What's wrong?"

In his consciousness, the sword spirit could clearly notice that Lin Changfeng's emotions were not right, and asked with concern: "Has the Sword Master done something?"

With an eyebrow raised, Lin Changfeng asked, "Do you know the Twelve Demon Caves?"

Jian Ling was slightly stunned, then shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of it, so what did you find?"

He spoke out the scene he saw in the sea of ​​consciousness. When Lin Changfeng just talked about the atrium, the shocked voice of the sword spirit rang in his mind.

"Atrium? Are you sure he is talking about the atrium?"

"This place is very dangerous?" Lin Changfeng frowned.

After a long silence, the sword spirit sighed and said helplessly: "Yingzhou is divided into three realms and nineteen continents."

"It is divided into outer territory, atrium, and sanctuary."

"The sect I am in has a certain influence in the outer realm, but has not yet squeezed into the central realm. It is said that if the sect family forces want to squeeze into the atrium, they need at least one Nascent Soul plus three Nascent Souls, which is just the basis."

Lin Changfeng was silent, but there was no expression on his face. He didn't have to worry about these things now. Once he entered the Jindan realm, it would not be a problem to go to the Central Domain again.

As for the Holy Land... Lin Changfeng guessed that the place where the Empress was going was probably there, but he was not in a hurry now.

Yingzhou Atrium!

A mountain soars straight into the sky, surrounded by (this chapter is not finished!)

Chapter 309: Yingzhou Regional Division

Eleven peaks are bare and dark, and the sunlight seems to never shine here. In a cave on the top, fireflies flash.

An old man in a black robe on the stone chair suddenly opened his eyes and frowned, "He is dead."

The voice is dull, as if telling a very dull thing.

Hearing his voice, in the caves of the other eleven mountains, a man wearing strange clothes, came to the front of the cave.jj.br

"Who killed him?" A charming and affectionate woman walked straight into the cave, and arrived before the voice came.

The old man at the seat raised his eyebrows slightly and said stiffly: "I can't find out, but he should have been killed in the ancient martial arts world."

Hearing this, one of the fat and fat men with a sarcastic voice, "It's true that he is a waste. Anyone from the ancient martial arts world can kill him. Send someone to the outer realm to wait. As long as someone from the ancient martial arts world enters and kills him directly!"

Hearing this sentence, the old man at the attendant shook his head and said calmly: "The storm in the atrium has not yet passed completely. We cannot be moved, otherwise those guys will get entangled and our years of hard work will be in vain."

After a silence at the scene, the old man looked at one of the old men holding a staff, raised his eyebrows and said, "Let the Tiansha Gate in the Outer Region focus on the people coming from the ancient martial arts world."

The old man holding the staff nodded slightly, and the staff gently stomped on the ground, and a pattern with a black light flashing appeared, and then he disappeared from the spot.

After the old man left, the enchanting and passionate woman asked, "Demon's head, the blood demon has been silent for so many years. Is his inheritance so important?"

The old man did not answer this question, but asked the woman, "Why can you break through the fifth level when your cultivation is practiced?"

The woman twisted her waist, stretched her waist, and said coquettishly: "The fifth-grade God Transformation does not have such a good breakthrough. Are there any suitable slaves recently? I can only wait for the opportunity."

"During this time, you can go down the mountain to find a suitable slave, but the noise cannot be too much, otherwise the people in the atrium will notice it and I can't help you."

"So according to your opinion, your cultivation is only a seventh-grade golden elixir?" In the mountains, Lin Changfeng raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the sword spirit talk about these things.

"Yes, there are grade classifications throughout Yingzhou, from ninth to first grade. I have never seen strong men above the fifth grade." Jian Ling's tone was a little regretful.

"You will see it later."

Jian Ling smiled slightly, but didn't care, but asked with interest: "Your soul is so powerful, I wonder what grade it is?"

"What kind of rank?" Lin Changfeng sneered and refused to answer.

The sword spirit was also silent. Judging from Lin Changfeng's attitude, it was very likely that he was an existence beyond the level, which surprised him.
Chapter completed!