Sword Dao Alchemy

After Lin Yun and Qing Xiao entered the passage, a strong force suddenly rolled over and tried to separate them forcefully.

Lin Yun knew that the moment they entered the fourth level, they would eventually be separated. It would take some time to find them together.

"Xiao'er, you and Xiao Shitou go to the Four Seas Map to hide for a while."

"Bad brother! I want to take risks alone."

"You're still by my side. Xiao'er keeps an eye on me and I won't do anything bad."

Lin Yun couldn't help but pull Qing Xiao into the map of the four seas at the moment when the power in the vortex was about to pull Qing Xiao away.

After that, Lin Yun was thrown out instantly, and landed on a land as dark and desolate as ink.

There are mountains and water here.

The mountains are also high and the water is wide.

But there is only one color, ink.

Taking a closer look, Lin Yun was surprised.

This thick color like ink is made up of countless overlapping words.

"What a headache!"

Looking at the densely packed words, which also revealed a faint smell of ink, Lin Yun frowned.

"This is truly a mountain of books and a sea of ​​words!"

"Even if you are a nerd coming here, you will definitely be afraid."

"Everyone's words are powerless, but here, these words suppress your mental power, and it is not easy to use your own strength."

"Ha! What are you thinking about about strength? Even if you have all the strength, there is nothing to fight here."

"You can't type these words!"

"Only a madman would do such a thing."

Lin Yun looked at the Rumo world in front of him and muttered to himself. He had not moved a step since he came in and appeared in this place.

"The scenery now is like a heavy snowfall, covering the whole earth."

"These words! They don't kill people, but they also hurt people's hearts."

After sighing at this point, Lin Yun thought of the weird and disgusting heart-killing beast in Kong Ziyu's martial arts.

As soon as my heart moved, I recited it casually, but it turned out to be a vulgar limerick.

"The sky and the earth are unified, and the human heart is a dark hole. The body of the sage is black, and the body of the evil is white. Right and wrong are all upside down, and every word is intended to kill the heart. The pen of civilization in the world should produce flowers of righteousness."

As soon as Lin Yun finished speaking, black clouds suddenly surged between the world and the earth. A black dog rushed out from the surging black clouds, revealing its sharp steel teeth and biting at Lin Yun.

Lin Yunchang was about to yell loudly, but suddenly remembered something and shut up suddenly.

The Star-Eating Sword came out and struck with one strike.

"boom!"

The violent sword struck the black dog and exploded.

Lin Yun was shocked and retreated, half of his body was numb.

The black dog turned into countless words of "silence" and fell back into the Rumo Mountains.

Where the black dog disappeared, something appeared again.

It's a monster with a human face and a wolf body, and a bamboo tube around its neck.

"Jie Jie! You are really smart. When you see the silent beast, you can only let it use one-tenth of its strength. Otherwise, you would have died long ago."

Lin Yun was shocked when he heard this. The ink beast was as powerful as himself.

If you ask it something and let it exert ten times its power, you will really be swallowed up in one bite.

However, the monster in front of me shouldn't have magical settings like the Silent Beast.

So he sneered and said: "I'm just a word fan, even a three-year-old kid from the outside world can guess it."

Hearing what Lin Yun said, the monster's face showed anger. He yelled: "You kid, you just talked nonsense about confusing black and white, and saying that wonderful pens should produce righteous flowers. Are you saying that the sleeping sages here are not as good as you?"

Seeing this guy getting angry, Lin Yun showed no fear at all and sneered: "As for the sages sleeping here, I dare not stand above them."

"But you are definitely not as good as me. You are not a sage."

"Wow~~~ You little kid, how dare you say that to me. I, Mo Yan, am not a sage, but I am also the pen in the hands of a sage. I created this world."

Monster Mo Yan shouted loudly, trying hard to express his anger.

"Let me tell you, after my writing, everything has been finalized. Whether I want you to be remembered in history or be infamy for eternity, it all depends on me."

Mo Yan bared his teeth and claws, very viciously.

"Oh! So you are a pen! I should have thought of it a long time ago. The pen with the bamboo tube and wolf hair, which can spread civilization and bring disaster to the world, is indeed very powerful."

Lin Yun nodded and smiled, with a hint of ridicule in his voice.

"Every pen in the world depends on its good fortune, and you are that pen."

"Today, I have to tear you apart."

"Wind and Thunder Sword!"

Lin Yun stabbed out with his sword and hit Mo Yan directly.

"You little kid, you haven't even read a few books, and you still want to tear me down! Don't think that you are powerful in martial arts. Let me tell you, even those things you martial practitioners learned were passed down from me."

Mo Yan cursed, his body moved, and countless words surrounded him, colliding with Lin Yun's sword light.

When the text encountered Lin Yun's sword light, he instantly sensed the changes in Lin Yun's power.

In an instant, a kind of relative martial power was born.

"boom!"

Lin Yun's extremely powerful sword was rendered invisible by it.

"It is indeed a learned pen!" Lin Yun sneered: "But I don't believe it, you know everything."

Lin Yun struck out with another sword.

This sword is not something brilliant. It is just something that Lin Yun used to play with when he was a child.

In other words, this sword technique did not borrow anything from the outside world.

It was created by Lin Yun himself, and it cannot even be called a sword technique.

Therefore, when Lin Yun thrust out this sword, except for the sufficient power on the sword, the sword light was messy and there was no pattern.

It was like a three or four-year-old child swinging a wooden stick.

The words surrounding Mo Yan rushed over again.

But after touching Lin Yun's sword light, they were also lost.

There was no clue to the change of power inside.

It was even more impossible to find a way to deal with it.

"Snap!"

Lin Yun's sword light was not blocked at all, and it rushed over and pierced the bamboo tube on Mo Yan's body.

The bamboo tube cracked open, and dark green juice splashed out.

"Ah! Little thing, you stabbed me! You are so mean. Who in this world is willing to destroy a pen that is passed down from generation to generation!"

Mo Yan screamed in pain, his handsome face twisted and ferocious, but he ran away into the ink-like mountains in pain.

"Hmph! If it is a pen that truly inherits civilization, naturally no one will destroy it, but you are a pen that destroys the progress of civilization, so you must be destroyed!"

Lin Yun sneered and scolded, but he chased after him relentlessly.

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