Wuliang 16_Free reading of Wuliang's full text_Chapter 16: The Pavilion of Artistic Conception! From
Such a hand grasped the sharp sword tightly. The moment it came into contact, the gray-clothed swordsman's expression changed.
There was a flush on his face, and he suddenly groaned and spurted out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the sword blade held by Tang Lin trembled crazily like a poisonous snake, trying to struggle away from this hand.
"Field, suppression!"
A life chart floated above Tang Lin's head. As soon as the life chart appeared, the light radiated from it was like the sun, shining so brightly that the entire hall was dazzling pure silver.
When the swordsman in gray saw this dazzling life chart, his eyes widened and he could hardly believe his eyes.
On this silver-white birth chart, fifteen light spots are inlaid like stars, dazzling.
He blinked.
God!
Fifteen life spring points?
The moment he held his breath, Tang Lin stretched out his hand and grasped the blade tightly. An infinite power seemed to be injected into his hand. The blade was pinched in his palm, as if it had taken root and could not move.
Under the gaze of the gray-clothed swordsman, Tang Lin raised his other hand, grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and then flashed towards the gray-clothed swordsman.
The gray-clothed swordsman's eyes widened and he dodged back. His originally agile body suddenly became as slow as an old man waiting to die.
Tang Lin's sword directly touched his eyebrows, piercing into his skin, and blood flowed down his eyebrows like earthworms.
"You lost." Tang Lin said coldly.
The gray-clothed swordsman's face was ashen as he looked at the sword stabbing his forehead. This sword originally belonged to him, but it was in Tang Lin's hand at the moment.
He seemed to have understood what Tang Lin said before - "You will see it when you take action."
Is this Tang Lin's sword?
The gray-robed swordsman's heart was full of bitterness. He respected this sword very much, but now he was still betrayed by the sword.
Perhaps it was not the sword that betrayed him, but his own strength.
Tang Lin flicked his hand, put the sword into the scabbard, and said, "Where is the treasure?"
The gray-clothed swordsman looked complicated and sighed: "Can you tell me how you condensed the fifteen life spring points?"
Tang Lin said: "You want to know?"
The gray-clothed swordsman said: "I want to!"
Tang Lin smiled and said: "This is a secret."
The gray-clothed swordsman's eyes widened, and finally he turned his palm out like a deflated ball. There was a box in his hand. The box was gray-brown, simple and ordinary: "This is the 'glazed magic bead'. It can protect the soul and belongs to the middle-grade saint."
Tool!"
Tang Lin took the box and said, "Thank you very much."
The swordsman in gray sighed and said, "This is the first time I have met someone like you."
"Perhaps this is the last time." Tang Lin smiled, put away the glazed magic bead, and left the Power Pavilion.
When he arrived at the square and looked back at the majestic pavilion, Tang Lin had a smile on his face. It always makes people happy when they successfully conquer a difficulty.
"The next step is the artistic conception pavilion."
Tang Lin's eyes flickered slightly and fell on the towering pavilion in the center. This pavilion is the most important assessment among the three pavilions.
"I don't know, how many levels can I reach in my artistic conception of the path of sentient beings?"
Tang Lin smiled and walked towards the pavilion.
The guard in golden clothes at the door looked at Tang Lin and said, "Are you sure you want to take the assessment?"
Tang Lin said: "Naturally."
The guard in gold clothes shut his mouth and got out of the way.
Tang Lin walked towards the artistic conception pavilion.
The door of this artistic conception pavilion is carved with strange runes, as if it was derived from the great road. It is full of mysterious and ancient atmosphere.
As soon as Tang Lin walked to the door, he felt his soul buzzing, as if a strange artistic conception was bombarding his soul.
His eyes flashed and he walked into the pavilion.
The first floor of this artistic conception pavilion is a simple hall. The walls are covered with various swords, including broad swords, thin swords, broken swords, large swords and so on.
At the end of the hall, there is a wall with many flying swords carved on it, 999 in total, covering the sky like big wings. The arc is beautiful and elegant, full of mysterious artistic conception.
"Break through the artistic conception of 'Sword Rain' and you can pass." A disembodied voice sounded in Tang Lin's brain. The voice could not distinguish between male and female, and seemed to be a thought.
"Sword Rain?" Tang Lin looked at the 999 flying swords on the wall. Suddenly, this carved flying sword seemed to be injected with a spiritual energy and turned into a living thing. It flew down from the wall and roared in the sky in front of Tang Lin.
It was flying, then turned into a sharp sword, and struck down hard.
"break!"
Tang Lin raised his hand and pointed.
A slender and white finger touched the tip of the sword that was more than ten feet long, and then the giant sword suddenly shook and collapsed.
The big sword turned into countless small flying swords and disappeared without a trace.
Tang Lin shook his head: "How can such a simple artistic conception be worthy of the word artistic conception?"
He didn't stop and went directly to the second floor.
This second floor is the same room, spacious and bright. Above it are 99 flying swords, hovering like the wings of a black bird, blocking the sky.
"Break this 'Sword Rain' diagram and you can pass."
That mysterious voice emerged in Tang Lin's mind.
Tang Lin knew that it was the same artistic conception, but there were different shades. If you understood it deeply, even if it was just an ordinary artistic conception, you could touch the great road with this artistic conception!
And those who have a shallow understanding, even if they understand the Great Way of Origin, can only scratch the surface.
This Sword Rain artistic conception is not a great road, it is just one of thousands of small roads, very superficial, but the ninety-nine flying swords on the second level are ten times more powerful than the first level!
Tang Lin smiled slightly and stood quietly.
The ninety-nine flying swords carved on the wall suddenly came to life, whistling and turning into a dark crow. Its feathers were made of swords, and its claws were like hooks. It swooped down from the sky toward Tang Lin.
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Tang Lin smiled slightly and raised his hand to point: "Broken——"
This word seemed to have mysterious power. He pointed his finger on the sharp claws of the dark crow, but the sharp claws seemed to be unable to bear the weight and were broken by one finger.
pass!
Tang Lin felt a little too relaxed. He shook his head and walked towards the third floor...
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Ninth Hall!
This palace is located at the very back of the small island. The door of the palace is simple and heavy. It has stood for countless years and is covered with fine dust.
Buddha Tianyin sat cross-legged on the nine-leaf Buddha lotus and looked at the door. After a moment, his eyes flashed. He opened the door and walked in.
In this hall, there is a vast square. There are three pavilions on it that lead directly to the sky, which are respectively power, artistic conception and battle!
He had seen many such pavilions, but this time he looked at them most solemnly. His eyes fell on the artistic conception pavilion in the center.
"I don't know, this time my destiny will be able to pass the third-level assessment." Tianyin Buddha's eyes flickered slightly and he glanced towards the artistic conception pavilion.
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The first hall is the artistic conception pavilion.
The fifth floor!
Tang Lin stood quietly in the main hall, with a raindrop picture suspended in front of him. This raindrop seemed to reflect the entire world. It was carved on the wall, neat and orderly, but full of agility.
Tang Lin's eyes flashed with light.
"The third level is nine flying swords. The fourth level is a flying sword. This fifth level is actually a drop of rain!"
Tang Lin found this artistic conception pavilion very interesting, and even divided a "Sword Rain" path into five small realms.
And this fifth level is the true appearance of the Sword Rain Picture.
The sword is the rain. The rain is the sword!
This drop of rain already contains the essence of the sword!
Whoosh!
The raindrops on the wall suddenly levitated and slowly rose into the air. When they reached a stable height, they stopped, aimed at Tang Lin's eyebrows, and then burst out!
The raindrops are oval, but the moment they burst over, they become elongated, like a needle or a sword!
The air was cut into pieces by the raindrops, the penetrating power seemed to be able to penetrate even diamonds, and they arrived in front of Tang Lin's eyebrows in an instant.
"Your way is my way..."
Tang Lin stretched out his hand and grasped the sharp and sharp raindrops in his palm. However, when the originally sharp raindrops came into contact with his hand, they returned to their original appearance and turned into a soft oval shape.
Tang Lin smiled slightly and held the raindrop tightly.
"Passed!" The ethereal voice sounded in Tang Lin's ears, and then a dead wood box appeared out of thin air in the void in front of him.
Tang Lin grabbed it with his palm, rolled up the dead wood box, opened it, and found three things inside, a ruler, an ancient book, and a bottle of elixirs.
These three things are all extraordinary things. This ruler is engraved with the words "Measuring Heaven Ruler" and it is a middle-grade holy instrument!
But the ancient book is actually a secret book for cultivating the soul, called "The Sun and the Moon Nourish the Nerve"!
The elixir is the Eight Treasures Exquisite Pill that repairs damage to the soul. If the soul is withered or on the verge of drifting away, swallowing this elixir will cure it immediately.
This elixir is a treasure!
Tang Lin's eyes lit up when he saw it. You must know that a pill that can repair the soul is equivalent to bringing people back to life!
The body is easy to heal, but the soul is difficult to repair.
With this Eight Treasures Exquisite Pill, plus some ordinary golden sore medicine, it is enough to bring a dead person back to life.
"I won't sell these elixirs. I keep them for my own use." Tang Lin tightened the elixirs in the storage ring, and then put away the other two items.
This "Sun and Moon Nurturing Nerves" can cultivate the soul and is a peerless secret book. However, Tang Lin has the "Dragon Blood Book". With the second-level Ancestral Savage Dragon Watching Chart, he can strengthen his courage and soul.
Moreover, in the Mahavairocana Sutra, there are also Buddhist methods for cultivating the soul.
"Now, what I need most are spiritual stones. After I leave here, I will sell them all." Tang Lin thought to himself.
He left the artistic conception pavilion and came to the last pavilion.
"Fight..." Tang Lin looked at the pavilion, "As long as I get through the third floor of this pavilion, I can enter the second hall!"
Tang Lin's eyes flashed and he entered the battle pavilion.
In the battle pavilion, you can use artistic conception and evaluate based on the combination of strength and artistic conception.
As soon as he walked in, Tang Lin saw the scene on the first floor, which was completely different from the previous two pavilions. What was in front of him was a plain.
How can there be a plain in the pavilion?
Tang Lin didn't think about it. His eyes fell on a hundred giant lions with pitch black scales on the plain. Each giant lion was an ancient relic, with a sharp horn on its head and a tail like a snake, ferocious and bloodthirsty.
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