The swordsman in black in the center of the hall looked at Tang Lin indifferently and said: "Take my sword and you will pass!"
Tang Lin said: "Please."
He held a life chart above his head, and the power of his blood blessed his body, transforming into a blood-red unicorn, roaring and staring at the black-clothed swordsman.
The black-clothed swordsman looked indifferent, as if he was not moved by anything. He held the knife at his waist. The knife was simple and rough, as if it was forged from pig iron, without any luster.
He held the knife and suddenly pulled it out. When he pulled it out, the sword's light bloomed.
Tang Lin felt a sword energy coming toward his face. Before he could see clearly, he suddenly felt that a piece of ice was inserted into his body, and the boiling blood in his body became cold.
Then the picture in front of him went dark.
When he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in front of the Power Pavilion. Everything before was like a dream, only the sharp sword light seemed to be still vivid in his mind.
"The first floor of the power pavilion in the third hall is actually so strong." Tang Lin was still frightened and said: "Looking at it like this, it must be a strong person from the other side who can barely pass it."
Now that he possesses fifteen life spring points, his strength is already comparable to that of an early-level powerhouse in the Other Side Realm. Coupled with the increase in bloodline power, his strength alone is enough to compete with a mid-level powerhouse in the Other Side Realm!
Of course, this refers to pure strength combat.
If you add artistic conception and swordsmanship, the strength will be completely different.
"It seems that I can only make it to the third hall." Tang Lin sighed softly, looked at the artistic conception pavilion in the center, and walked over.
"I don't know how many palaces I can reach with my artistic conception."
Tang Lin walked into the first floor of the artistic conception pavilion. On the first floor of the hall, there was actually a picture of a thousand birds eating the sun carved on it.
"You can pass through the artistic conception of this picture." That mysterious voice appeared in Tang Lin's mind.
Tang Lin looked at the picture on the wall and smiled slightly: "I am the sun, and the thousand birds want to peck at me. There is still a long way to go."
"It's just a small road, nothing worth mentioning."
With a flick of his palm, the artistic conception of the path of life and death swept away. It spread over the wall. In a moment, the thousand birds on the wall withered and died in an instant.
After the thousand birds withered, a door slowly opened on the wall, leading to the second floor.
Tang Lin smiled slightly and walked in directly.
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The ninth hall, artistic conception pavilion, second floor.
The headmaster of the White Feather Sect appeared here, staring at the large sculpture of a hunter bending his bow and shooting on the wall, his raised eyebrows slightly frowning.
His eyes flickered and he stared at the pictures on the wall, lost in thought.
In another space.
The second floor of the artistic conception pavilion.
Buddha Tianyin looked at the picture on the wall and fell into deep thought. He felt that he had been pondering here for countless years. He used the compiled Tiandao Book to calculate and figure out, but he could not grasp the artistic conception contained in this picture.
In the eight halls in front, there are artistic conceptions on the walls for you to decipher.
But in the Ninth Hall, you are asked to find the artistic conception and then decipher it.
If there is no question, how can we answer it?
Sometimes I look for questions and even find it difficult to answer them.
Tianyin Buddha stared at the pictures on the wall and pondered for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes flashed and he looked astonished.
"I see, this big eagle is not an eagle, but a symbol of the sky, and this hunter has an artistic conception that defies the heavens!"
"This looks like a hunter shooting a vulture, but it's actually an adversity between man and heaven!"
He understood the artistic conception on the wall, his eyes shone with light, and he immediately began to meditate to resolve this adversity.
If there are problems, it will be easier to solve, but if there are no problems, it will be easier.
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The third hall, artistic conception pavilion, fifth floor.
Tang Lin looked at a relief on the wall. This relief was engraved with a picture of thousands of birds worshiping. In the center of the thousands of birds was a golden sun. Thousands of birds worshiped it devoutly, as if this golden sun was their belief.
"Is this the artistic conception of faith?"
"The way of faith is the great road."
Tang Lin looked at the picture of thousands of birds worshiping on the wall and smiled slightly: "It's a pity that without life, there is no faith, and without death, there is no life."
"All beliefs cannot escape life and death!"
He raised his hand a little, and the artistic conception of life and death filled the relief. The golden sun withered, extinguished, and became dim in an instant.
Fifth level, passed!
A smile appeared on Tang Lin's lips. In terms of artistic conception, he was too far ahead in terms of strength. He could easily pass through the fifth floor of the third hall just by relying on the path of life and death, one of the many avenues among living beings.
Tang Lin couldn't help but think that depending on his artistic conception, he might be able to break into the sixth, seventh, or even eighth hall!
An ancient book is suspended on the relief, which is a secret book for cultivating the soul, called "The Heart of Ten Thousand Birds".
Tang Lin rolled it up, took a look at it, put it into the storage ring, and was about to turn around and leave. At this moment, a door slowly opened behind the secret book!
Through this door, Tang Lin saw a majestic palace.
"What's going on?" Tang Lin was startled.
"Could it be that if you pass through the fifth floor of the artistic conception pavilion, you can directly reach the next hall? There is no need to go through the other two pavilions?"
Tang Lin stood outside the door in a daze. The door was so close yet seemed so far away.
He thought for a while and then walked into the door.
A luxurious palace appeared in front of him, and the ancient palace door was slightly open, showing that someone had entered.
Tang Lin pondered and walked in.
In this palace is a vast square with three pavilions standing on it. Tang Lin glanced at it and walked to the power pavilion on the left with a deep thought.
Just walked into the first floor.
In this hall was a girl in purple clothes, holding a sword in her hand, and Tang Lin was defeated with just one strike.
He was so defeated that he had no resistance at all.
Tang Lin came here not to win, but to see whether he appeared in the second or fourth hall, and facts proved that this should be the fourth hall.
Only in the Power Pavilion of the Fourth Hall would the assessment be so difficult.
Tang Lin retreated to the square, and then walked towards the artistic conception pavilion in the center. In the hall on the first floor of this pavilion, there was a beautiful picture. It was a green mountain, with gurgling water flowing down the mountain road.
Mountain and flowing water map!
Tang Lin stared at it and a smile appeared on his face.
"The way of mountains and flowing water, this is the way of nature!"
"What is nature? The way of heaven is natural! This way can be called the 'shun' way!"
"Follow the laws of heaven, follow the rules of the law, and personal actions are the purpose of the universe!"
Tang Lin smiled and said: "It's a pity that the path of life and death is also the purpose of the universe. And it is the purpose of circulation. It is indispensable and indispensable! The world is cyclical all the time."
"break!"
He raised his hand and pointed. The artistic conception of life and death emerged and enveloped the relief. In an instant, the green trees on the high mountain withered, the spring water stopped flowing, and it was filled with a deathly gray atmosphere.
Behind the relief, open a door that leads to the second level.
Tang Lin walked in leisurely.
"If this continues, I wonder how many levels my artistic conception can reach?" He thought to himself.
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Ninth Hall.
Artistic conception pavilion, third floor.
Buddha Tianyin sat on the lotus and walked in slowly, looking a little tired.
"Finally, I have cracked the 'reverse' way. This kind of reversal is not an exploited reversal, but a real reversal. It's terrible."
"If I hadn't reorganized the Heavenly Dao Book this time and gained some insights, especially the way of annihilation of that girl Ming. It gave me a lot of inspiration, otherwise I still wouldn't be able to pass this second level."
Tianyin Buddha looked at the relief sculpture on the third floor and thought to himself: "I wonder which floor Bai Yu is on at the moment?"
The existence of the Headmaster of the White Feather Sect is like a rock, always weighing on his heart. In this attempt to break into the palace, his only competitor is the Headmaster of the White Feather Sect!
"We have to speed up." Buddha Tianyin looked up at the relief on the wall, but just by looking at it, his heart sank.
The relief on the wall turned out to be completely black.
There are no patterns, no pictures, but complete darkness.
What does pitch black mean?
What artistic conception is contained in the darkness?
His face looked a little ugly. This time, he really encountered a problem.
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Ninth Hall, second floor.
The headmaster of the White Feather Sect looked at the large carving of a hunter shooting on the wall, thinking in silence.
He counted the time and realized that he had been meditating here for three months! In the past three months, he had speculated on thousands of ways, thousands of methods and assumptions, but he still could not figure out the picture on the wall.
He stared at the picture on the wall.
Suddenly, his heart was shocked, and his eyes fell on the hunter's bow and arrow.
"This bow and arrow, bow and arrow..." A flash of inspiration seemed to flash in his mind, but he couldn't catch it. He frowned and thought hard.
"Ah, yes!"
He suddenly widened his eyes with an expression of surprise, "This bow and arrow are made of dead wood, but it can kill a large eagle. What's the key? It naturally lies in the power of this 'hunter'!"
"As long as the power is strong, even if the thing used is weak, it can still exert great lethality!"
"This is the barbaric way!"
"Back then, the Patriarch of the Wilderness used his strength to prove the Tao and ascended to immortality. This Wilderness Tao was later lost, and Tianyin didn't even incorporate it into it. I didn't expect that I could still see it here at this moment."
"The way to strength lies in reversal!"
"Strength is the opposite!"
He was so happy that he smiled happily, looked at the relief on the wall, and said: "I see, I understand!"
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In the eighth hall, the fifth floor of the artistic conception pavilion.
A black mist-like figure emerged out of thin air, with a light expression, as if he didn't care about anything in the world.
He looked at the relief on the wall casually.
This relief is a pitch-black black hole with many light spots in it, as if it has been swallowed up.
"It's just a way of swallowing..." The old man in black robe chuckled, "It's just mediocre."
With a flick of his finger, a wisp of gray artistic conception flew out and filled the wall. Suddenly, the dark cave on the wall slowly disappeared.
"All power is just floating clouds and will eventually perish!"
The figure of the old man in black robe flashed and he walked towards the door behind the relief. Outside that door was the ninth hall.
"My two junior brothers, which floor are you on?" The corner of the black-robed old man's mouth curved in a cold arc.
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