Sword Dao Alchemy

When Lin Yun stepped into the main gate, the surroundings suddenly became dark.

He could not see anything. At this moment, he seemed to be standing in the void.

In addition to the darkness, there was only the rolling strong mental power, which constantly impacted his soul.

He wanted him to surrender and then sink into the darkness.

Slowly integrate himself into the darkness, and let all feelings turn into emptiness.

When all feelings turn into emptiness, it is the time of destruction.

Therefore, at least one feeling must be maintained to prove one's existence.

"At this time... I can prove my existence."

"It is to show my strength..."

"Even if this power is weak...".caso.

Lin Yun smiled faintly, and in his dark eyes, the surging mental power had surged out, constantly colliding with the suppressing mental power outside.

His weak power was destroyed in an instant.

Lin Yun did not hesitate to send out his mental power continuously.

Let the suppressing mental power constantly destroy and devour it.

This action is dangerous.

Due to excessive consumption of mental power, it will cause the exhaustion of one's own mental power, and finally die here.

Therefore, those who wanted to enter in the past always surrendered under the strong mental power suppression.

Or they only collided a few times and then retracted their mental power and dared not consume it anymore.

Of course, the final result is also obvious.

Even if you are unwilling to consume, your mental power will eventually be wiped out completely under the strong mental power suppression.

Since the final result is the same, why not resist?

Of course, Lin Yun understands better... Jiuzhou Academy will never let anyone who enters here for the test die.

At best, it is just a psychological contest.

Otherwise, if you enter from the main gate, let alone a Spirit Emperor, even a Spirit Sect strongman will definitely not be able to resist the rolling strong mental power.

In other words, the realm that can confront head-on is at least the level of a strong man in the Saint Realm of Mind Art, a Spirit Saint.

So, Lin Yun has to pay.

To see what will happen when the power is about to run out.

The suppressed mental power is very strong.

Therefore, Lin Yun's mental power has been exhausted in just a few dozen moments.

Just when life and death are at stake.

Suddenly, a ray of light burst out from the withered dark heart.

The source of the light was a golden heart power flower.

"Flower of the Spirit King!"

The Spirit King flower appeared in the Eight Flowers Realm of the Spirit King Realm, which was a gratifying thing.

It can be said that at this time, the foundation of the Spirit King has been built.

Entering the Spirit King is just a matter of time.

What needs to be considered later is what kind of quality of the Spirit King will be achieved. .caso.

Now the stamens of this Spirit King flower are nine colors, which is the highest level of Spirit King flower.

Then, naturally, the Spirit King achieved in the future will also be top-notch.

If there is another good opportunity, the achievement will be higher.

"Nine-color Spirit King Flower."

"The exhausted heart power has also been fully restored, and it is even more than twice as strong as before."

Lin Yun smiled lightly, and the golden Spirit King flower burst out with endless light.

In an instant, the surrounding darkness has been dispelled.

What is presented in front of you is a beautiful valley.

The cliffs on both sides are like knives.

There is an ancient bluestone road extending in the middle.

Lin Yun walked towards the ancient bluestone road.

He hadn't walked a few steps when he saw a white dot whistling on the ancient road ahead.

When he got closer, it turned out to be a snow-white giant ape.

The white ape saw Lin Yun, roared, and pounced on him.

At this time, in this special mental space, the power of ancient martial arts had no place to use.

He could only rely on mental power to fight.

Two external heart eyes appeared beside Lin Yun, and two light wings stretched out.

The light wings fluttered and flew upward.

The white ape pounced in vain.

He roared continuously, and his claws slapped his chest.

A pair of golden wings actually grew from his ribs, whistling and circling, and rushed towards Lin Yun.

"It's really difficult!"

"It's impossible not to fight it..."

As soon as his mind moved, the Qiankun Sword had already whistled out.

The white ape's wings danced wildly to block the Qiankun Sword.

"Ding Ding Ding~~~"

The white ape's wings were so strong that the Qiankun Sword could not hurt it at all and was even knocked back by it.

"The attack was ineffective, but it seems that the white ape's strength is not strong either!"

"It's only equal to me at most."

Lin Yun urged the Qiankun Sword to attack continuously.

They were blocked by the white ape one after another.

The continuous attacks also proved that his previous judgment was correct.

In other words, it is impossible to solve this white ape by force.

A new method is needed.

"In the academy, benevolence is always emphasized."

"Then I will use the 'Eternal Life Sword'."

Lin Yun's heart moved.

The Qiankun Sword's offensive suddenly eased.

However, the sword lights flew and turned into countless green silk threads, entwining the white ape.

Facing this overwhelming net, the white ape was unable to break it and was entangled by the green silk threads.

Then, the green silk threads shrank, and the white ape gradually shrank, and finally turned into nothingness.

"Another level passed!"

Lin Yun collected the Light Wings and Qiankun Sword, landed on the ancient bluestone road, and continued to move forward.

Walking along the long ancient road, the beautiful scenery on both sides flew away with the cliffs.

The front has reached the valley entrance.

There are ancient willows like smoke at the valley entrance.

Under the ancient willow, the bluestone is like a table, blocking the ancient road.

Beside the bluestone, a white-clothed scholar stood, holding a pen in his hand, looking at a piece of paper on the bluestone and frowning in thought.

When Lin Yun looked closer, he saw that the paper was half written.

The scholar was worried about the blank space.

Lin Yun knew that this might be the last test.

In the academy, if you are unlearned, it is useless to enter.

Lin Yun looked at the paper and saw that it was written:

"The cold cicada is sad, facing the long pavilion in the evening, and the sudden rain has just stopped. I have no mood to drink in the tent at the capital, and I am reluctant to leave, but the orchid boat is urging me to leave. I held hands and looked at each other with tears in my eyes, but I was speechless. Thinking of going away, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast."

It is clearly an ancient poem, a very famous thing.

But what is this scholar worried about here?

Could it be that he forgot the second half of the poem and couldn't write it down, and he was afraid of being punished by the teacher?

So he smiled calmly and said, "Although this poem is not known to everyone, it has been passed down for a long time. Why worry about it?"

"If you forget it, I will recite it for you..."

"Since ancient times, sentimental people have been sad about separation, and it is even more unbearable to be lonely in the autumn festival! Where will I wake up tonight? Willow bank, morning breeze and waning moon. After so many years, the good times and beautiful scenery are gone. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell?"

Lin Yun came up with it casually, but he felt something was wrong after reciting it.

The meaning here is probably not such a simple thing.

Sure enough, as soon as Lin Yun finished speaking, he was ridiculed by the scholar.

"Who do you think doesn't know this? Although this poem has a neat rhythm, it is ultimately just a decadent sound."

"For those of us who practice cultivation, it's okay to recite it occasionally, but if we keep repeating it, wouldn't it mean that we are not making progress and are just lingering in the streets of flowers and willows?"

Lin Yun was stunned and asked, "Then why are you worried about this?"

"This..." The scholar smiled coldly and said, "My teacher asked me to imitate this poem and fill in the upper and lower halves, but I have to be enterprising. As for the rhythm, I can relax a little..."

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