"Of all the avenues in the world, the sword is the only one!"
The middle-aged man Leng Ao said: "Before you understand this way, you need to have such a heart and use the sword to serve as heaven!"
"The sword is everything to you!"
Tang Lin thought thoughtfully and said, "I can do it."
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction and said: "This way is called 'Supremacy'. Words cannot describe it. I will evolve the artistic conception for you to see. How much you can understand depends on your chance."
Tang Lin watched carefully.
The middle-aged man raised his finger and slowly drew a trace in the air. The movement was very slow and light, and the trace of water turned out to be faintly visible.
Tang Lin looked a little obsessed.
After the middle-aged man finished the demonstration, he didn't say anything and just looked at Tang Lin with a smile.
A long time, a long time.
Tang Lin didn't know how much time had passed, but he only felt that his consciousness was completely included by this finger. The stroke of this finger was like the heaven and earth opening, and a ray of light blooming from the chaos of the universe, eternal and flawless!
"The eternal sword..."
The confusion in Tang Lin's eyes gradually became clearer. He came back to his senses, lowered his head and meditated, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
After a long time, he suddenly smiled and said: "That's it."
The middle-aged man looked at his smile and expressed relief, saying: "You are so talented that you were able to understand this in just thirty years. Not bad, not bad..."
"Eighty years?" Tang Lin was startled and said in surprise: "Eighty years have passed in the blink of an eye?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Those who smell it will live and die day and night. Eighty years is nothing. At the beginning, I realized that the longest time was a thousand years! But I felt that it was only a few minutes. It was like suffering.
Think about a difficult problem, and when the problem is solved, you realize that thousands of years have passed in the outside world..."
Tang Lin was speechless.
"Now that the way of swordsmanship has been taught to you, don't insult its name. This cave was built by a spiritual beast that sat down after my death. If you had come early, you should still have met my spiritual beast.
, if you encounter it, please treat it well, if it is no longer..."
The middle-aged man sighed slightly on his face and said: "Just take everything here away. There is a barrier I set up in the deep sea. The energy that supplies this barrier is a great formation of immortal energy. Will
It will automatically absorb the vitality in the air and replenish it into the barrier, so don't worry."
Tang Lin was surprised and said: "Senior, you just said that after your death? Are you already dead?"
The middle-aged man nodded and said: "Yes, what is left here now is just a fragment of my soul that was separated when I died. After I hand over everything to you, I will have no worries and will dissipate naturally."
Tang Lin was stunned.
Looking at the indifferent smile on the middle-aged man's face, he suddenly felt a little guilty. He straightened his body immediately, bowed deeply and said, "Senior, I will never insult your swordsmanship!"
The middle-aged man said with a smile: "I'm content with that. There are still some magical arts that I learned back then in this cave. You can watch them by yourself. With your qualifications, you can understand my unique swordsmanship. You must understand these magical arts."
It shouldn’t be difficult.”
"As for the rest of the things... there are also some wooden sculptures that I carved in my early years. If you think they are an eyesore, just throw them away. The rest are nothing. Now that my swordsmanship has been passed down, I should rest in peace..."
The middle-aged man looked at Tang Lin with a smile, but his body gradually became transparent.
Tang Lin looked at him blankly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, as if a friend who had been with him for many years was suddenly lost.
Although they had only known each other for a short time, Tang Lin already regarded this person as a good friend of his. Now that he was watching him disappear, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
"Long Tianyu..." Tang Lin looked at the seat where the middle-aged man had completely disappeared, and murmured: "I never expected that I could meet the peerless genius who founded the mainland countless years ago. If there is an afterlife, I really hope to be friends with him.
"
He suddenly smiled and turned around and left the hall.
Little White Tiger looked at Tang Lin curiously, "Aren't you sad?"
Tang Lin said: "Why are you sad?"
"You seemed to consider him a friend, and now he's gone."
"We are waiting to be separated when we meet, so why be sad?" Tang Lin smiled lightly, with some depth and maturity in his eyes, and said: "Although he left, he must have left happily."
Little White Tiger could only admit it.
"He is a figure from ancient times. In this palace, there may be a cultivation method from ancient times that can melt away the shackles of the seven emotions." Tang Lin looked at the other halls next to the square, and then flew away in a flash.
In a few minutes, he had visited all the halls.
"I didn't see the spiritual beast he mentioned, and he didn't have the cultivation methods from ancient times. He should have no need to preserve such basic things." Tang Lin looked a little disappointed.
Little White Tiger was about to comfort him when he saw Tang Lin suddenly raised his head and said seriously: "Let's go."
"Where to go?" Little White Tiger was startled.
Tang Lin's lips curved into a smile, "We haven't seen each other for eighty years, so naturally I want to visit my old friends and make them live a more comfortable life."
Wouldn't it be most comfortable to die?
The little white tiger understood and immediately got into the imperial mausoleum.
Tang Lin took a look at the palace and did not take it away. Although the palace was a top-grade immortal weapon, he had no intention of carrying it with him.
He casually laid out a few formations and returned directly along the original path.
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Fairyland.
As more than eighty years have passed, all the major immortal sects in the Immortal Province on the outskirts of the entire Immortal Domain have become like a string that has been tightened.
In another twenty years, the catastrophe will come!
If the major immortal sects in Xianzhou cannot resist, then the rest of the small world will be ruined and destroyed, and all life will be in ruins.
Human beings may disappear from the world and never appear again!
In the past eighty years, all the major immortal sects have been in a closed state, restricting their disciples from traveling, and activating the mountain-protecting formation to allow their disciples to strengthen their cultivation.
Of course, there is another reason, that is, they are afraid that the other immortal sects will collapse under this pressure and start fighting randomly, so they are all isolated from the world and cannot come out.
Over the past few decades, nothing major has happened. There have been occasional fights between a few small immortal sects, but no one has taken them seriously.
The strength of the demonic path has also calmed down in the past few decades, and it no longer acts recklessly. There are also faint signs of forming an alliance with the righteous path to jointly resist the catastrophe.
Behind everything that was as calm as lake water, there was a turbulent undercurrent flowing. Until an imperial mausoleum tore through the void and descended into the fairyland, all the peace was suddenly broken.
Shenshui Palace was one of the seven immortal sects in the past.
The master of the palace, the powerful Water Emperor, was in seclusion in the forbidden area at the back of Shenshui Palace, in the Shenshui Pool. No one dared to disturb him, but on this day, a voice suddenly spread throughout the Shenshui Palace.