Infinity Throne

Outside the Sword Tomb.

Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe waited quietly.

The two waited for a while, knowing that Lin Yi would not come out so soon and had nothing to do, so they started chatting.

Chen Bei looked at Nie Shanhe's white hair on his temples and couldn't help sighing: "You were still a child back then, but I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, you would become an elder of Wenjian Mountain."

"Uncle, you are still as charming as ever." Nie Shanhe sighed softly: "It's just that I have no chance to see you again, master."

The master mentioned in Nie Shanhekou was the previous elder of Wenjian Mountain.

The previous elder of Wenjian Mountain lived for 370 years.

In the end, time passed by and passed away sadly.

"It doesn't matter, I'm going to go down and drink with him."

Chen Bei smiled.

Nie Shanhe was silent.

Every monk is seeking immortality and enlightenment, but no one can live forever and will eventually grow old.

"Uncle Master, why is it him?"

Nie Shanhe was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask.

He had been holding this question back for a long time.

In his opinion, Lin Yi was able to understand the essence of the formation technique in a short period of time, and he also passed the ten-star chess game, so he could tell that he had certain skills. However, Nie Shanhe believed that Lin Yi lacked the firm will that a cultivator should have, had no understanding, and could not go far.

Just when Chen Bei was about to say something.

There was a violent vibration in the sword tomb.

Waves of sword sounds, like waves, swayed from the sword tomb.

Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe's expressions suddenly changed. They didn't care about reminiscing about old times, and Chen Bei almost couldn't help but rush in.

"That bastard, mustn't he have pissed off all the swordsmanship of our ancestors?"

When Chen Bei first came up with this idea, he subconsciously thought it was impossible. But then I thought about it, damn it, it was that kid who most likely pissed off all the Sword Intentions!

He began to secretly regret whether he had been too anxious in sending him to the Sword Tomb.

Fortunately, Nie Shanhe's concern for Lin Yi was not as obvious as Chen Bei's. After his expression changed slightly, he quickly calmed down.

Chen Bei was spinning in circles, waiting for Lin Yi to trigger the token before rushing in.

After waiting, the expected distress signal did not come, and the boiling Jianzhong quickly became quiet.

Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe looked at each other.

What happened inside?

It's very intense!

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What Yi Lin didn't know was that when he broke into the Sword Tomb, he missed a very important step.

When many inner disciples get the opportunity to come to the Sword Tomb to inquire about swords, their elders will repeatedly tell them to respect the remaining sword intent of their ancestors.

There are a lot of taboos.

For example, you cannot make loud noises, you cannot fly in the air without permission, you must burn incense and bathe, you must perform three obeisances and nine kowtows, etc.

The remaining sword intention on the flying sword has not formed a complete spiritual consciousness, it is equivalent to just a trace of obsession.

Most of these obsessions have inherited the pride of their previous masters during their lifetime. Once someone breaks into the Sword Tomb and disrespects them, they hardly need to use their brains. They will directly attack them in groups and beat the disrespectful people into scum.

So...this is "Wenjian Mountain"!

In the Sword Tomb, talking is king!

A serious disciple of the Tianjian Sect will spend a long period of time under a certain master after entering the school, learning rules, etiquette, groveling, and learning the essence of pleasing their elders.

In other words, even if their master did not remind them, the first thing they did when they came to the Sword Tomb was to fly the sword towards the natal sword left by their ancestors. They worshiped first and then begged, hoping to give these guys the arrogant sword intention and refresh their swords from the beginning. Create a wave of goodwill.

But Yi Lin doesn’t understand.

How did he know that these ancient swordsmen were so arrogant.

As soon as he flew up, preparing to pass over the heads of tens of thousands of flying swords, he offended the sword intent of the mountain and prepared to kill the beast.

In addition, Yi Lin had some problems with her charm and was more likely to attract hatred, which is why she almost overturned the entire sword tomb at the beginning.

Yi Lin figured out all the joints in an instant and fell back to the ground without saying a word.

"Buzz..."

The sound of swords coming from all directions weakened a bit.

But Yi Lin still vaguely felt that an emotion called "anger" was echoing throughout the space.

The buzzing in his ears at this moment gave him the feeling that a group of women were lying in his ears and talking about their dissatisfaction.

"I probably understand how to clear the level."

It turns out it’s better to brush up on the favorability factor!

Yi Lin regained her composure and began to inject spiritual power into the Qian Ji Banner given by Chen Bei.

As the spiritual energy value was consumed, the Thousand Machines Flag flashed, one divided into two, two divided into four, four divided into eight... Finally, thirty-two small flags of different colors swirled around Yi Lin.

"go!"

Yi Lin smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and thirty-two small flags fell into the sword tomb.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe is borrowed from the law."

Yi Lin followed the instructions taught by the flower girl and began to set up the formation.

Of course, if the flower girl or Ren Qingshan came, they would probably look confused. Because Yi Lin's formation formation method is somewhat different from that of traditional monks. It is not strictly distributed according to the pattern of the heavenly stems and the earthly branches and the twelve constellations. Yi Lin incidentally added some of his own understanding of magic, crystal patterns, and supreme flow magic to form a nondescript and irregular "freedom". Array".

Thirty-two small flags, the moment they landed, transformed into thirty-two faceless people wearing elders' robes.

Thirty-two elders, following the highest standards of etiquette passed down from ancient times in Tianjian Sect, flew swords in the sword tomb, and began to kowtow three times and nine times, one step at a time, and then kowtow again. If you are not happy, I will continue to kowtow. I kept knocking... After finishing all the etiquette, the arrogant sword intention contained in the flying sword finally became clear and comfortable.

In the Sword Tomb, calmness returned and there was silence.

"No, it's quite simple."

Yi Lin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, these flying swords were not real people and could easily be fooled. He used some tricks to fool the angry flying swords in the sword tomb.

Nonsense, thirty-two elders are worshiping here, even if it is the mourning hall of past leaders, they may not be treated like this. After all, there are currently less than thirty-two elders alive, and they can't be found no matter how hard they try. If this group of arrogant Sword Intentions is not satisfied, Yi Lin will have no choice but to force it out.

After all the sword intentions calmed down in a round of continuous flattery, Yi Lin did not immediately put away the Thousand Machine Flags, but let the thirty-two small flags surround him. He watched a flying one not far away. The sword looked quite unique, and there was a faint glow on the sword. He stepped forward quietly, and when Feijian had no objection, he stretched out his five fingers and quickly grasped the hilt of Feijian.

"The joint registered disciple of Tianjianmen's preaching garden, Fangyuan Mountain, Yanmo Mountain, Jielu Mountain, Baicao Mountain, Wenjian Mountain, Spirit Beast Mountain, Zhujian Mountain, and Taiyi Mountain, and the contemporary head of Tianjianmen, her senior brother Chen Bei Wangnianzhi Hand in hand, Lin Yi, come here to ask for a sword, I hope all the ancestors will generously give you the sword."

As soon as Yi Lin grasped the hilt of the sword, a cool breath suddenly came from the contact between the hilt and the palm of the hand. Without hesitation, Yi Lin immediately introduced herself to the family and asked about the sword, focusing on the word "ask". Since it is a question, the more popular the self-reported title is, the better.

As soon as the cool breath invaded Yi Lin's body, it suddenly turned into a freezing cold, giving Yi Lin an instant illusion of being in a polar glacier. In the blink of an eye, Yi Lin's whole body was trembling, and her skin and hair were covered with a layer of white frost. When she opened her mouth to breathe, her breath condensed into a white mist, and her whole body seemed to be a living ice sculpture.

Yi Lin's expression changed slightly. He endured the biting cold in his body and tried to forcefully pull out the ice attribute flying sword, a variant of the Five Elements attributes. But even though he tried his best, he couldn't pull the flying sword out of the ground with brute force.

As time passed, the frost on the surface of Yi Lin's body became thicker and thicker. Until Yi Lin felt that her consciousness was beginning to blur, she finally couldn't hold on anymore and let go of her hand. The chill subsided quietly. He quickly sat on the ground and circulated the pitifully weak aura in his body. After about half an hour, Yilin finally cleared the alien aura from his body and his limbs warmed up.

Turning over his hand again, he looked at the palm where he had just drawn the sword. The palm of his hand was bruised and it looked like he had been frostbitten.

Yi Lin stared at her frostbitten palms.

"Does this mean... you don't agree?"

Dream linkage.