Sword Dao Alchemy

"Thank you, Senior Brother Feng!"

Lin Yun had no choice but to accept it.

He opened the box and found two very old coins inside.

"Coins?"

Lin Yun was confused about how much help coins could have in cultivation.

However, he did not ask.

The stranger things are, sometimes, it also means that the things related to them are very unusual.

"Good luck to Senior Brother Lin!"

"Goodbye, Senior Brother Feng!"

Lin Yun put away his things and said goodbye.

...

When he arrived at Lan Ke Sect, he heard many people talking about the Shengwu battlefield.

It will open in about two months.

However, Lan Ke Sect has already started to register.

It is voluntary.

Lin Yun also plans to register.

However, he will go back to Shengtu Valley first.

When he returned to Shengtu Valley, he saw Zhao Wuji waiting for him.

"Senior Brother Lin... You made me wait so hard!"

Zhao Wuji pretended to be nothing and greeted him.

"You are suffering not from waiting for me... but from the uncontrollable greed in your heart."

Lin Yun laughed, not giving Zhao Wuji a good look.

"So... in order to relieve my inner torment, I wonder if Senior Brother Lin can show me what I got in Qipan Mountain?" Zhao Wuji said shamelessly.

"Show you?" Lin Yun sneered: "I'm afraid you will not give it back to me if you see it in your eyes."

"Senior Brother Lin... are you really not going to give it to me?" Zhao Wuji was angry and stared at Lin Yun fiercely.

Lin Yun responded with a sharp gaze.

Instantly, Zhao Wuji's eyes closed as if they were burned by fire, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Lin Yun's mental strength was too strong, and he could not resist at all.

"Get out!" Lin Yun shouted.

"Okay! Lin Yun... you will regret it soon..."

Zhao Wuji tried to open his eyes, shouted, and staggered away.

"What a joke!" Lin Yun sneered.

"It's just a dispensable thing for me."

"What should I regret..."

"But... no matter who I give it to... I won't give you this kind of thing."

Lin Yun was not worried that Zhao Wuji would tell the story.

That would not do him any good.

Only by hiding the secret for Lin Yun could he have a chance to get it.

So, Lin Yun didn't take his threat seriously at all.

Lin Yun closed the courtyard door and planned to practice quietly for a few days to consolidate the effect of practice, and then go to register.

There is a month to register, no rush.

...

"The effect is good!"

"The heart power has broken through another flower!"

"Spirit Saint Four Flowers!"

"If there is another good mind technique to assist, it will be great."

"But it's better to register now."

Lin Yun got up and left the courtyard, heading towards the registration place.

The Holy Martial Battlefield.

It is an ancient battlefield relic that is opened only once every thousand years.

When it is opened, many sects will enter.

The competition inside is extremely fierce.

The strong who enter inside will die nine times out of ten.

As for the condition for entering, there is only one.

That is the Martial Saint.

Even if it was a quasi-emperor or a pseudo-emperor, he would not be rejected.

Those with low realm and weak strength would be cannon fodder.

But even so... it could not stop people's determination to enter.

So, when Lin Yun came to the registration place.

There was still a crowd of people, and everyone had an excited smile on their faces.

It seemed that the place to go was not a tragic ancient battlefield, but a perfect world full of treasures.

When Lin Yun stood in front of the elder who was registering.

The elder looked at him, and his eyes were first surprised, and then contemptuous.

He was clearly saying that he was a fool who was going to die.

However, the elder despised him, but did not dissuade him.

Instead, he registered for him as quickly as possible, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.

After the registration was completed, Lin Yun also gave the elder a contemptuous smile and turned away.

"This kid... still despises me!"

"Not far from death... still despise me..."

The elder's angry voice came from behind.

Lin Yun ignored it.

And Zhao Wuji appeared in front of him again.

"Lin Yun! I know you will definitely enter the Holy Martial Battlefield."

"As for me...of course I will enter too!"

"I will keep an eye on you!"

"So...everything for you...I have arranged for you."

Zhao Wuji grinned, but the wolf-like eyes in his eyes did not dare to look at Lin Yun again.

"Okay! Very good..." Lin Yun sneered: "You have arranged for yourself...I hope you don't die too soon."

"Otherwise...wouldn't the game be meaningless."

"Haha~~~Lin Yun, are you threatening me?" Zhao Wuji laughed.

"Threaten you! Are you worthy?"

Lin Yun sneered and walked away.

...

The day to go to the Holy Martial Battlefield has arrived, and all the registered people have gathered in the square of the sect.

The Holy Martial Battlefield is in the northwest of Yushen Dynasty, very far away from Lan Ke Sect.

So, they have to set off in advance and be sent there by the flying sacred beasts sent by the sect.

On the square, there are 3,000 martial saints, almost one-third of the martial saints in the entire Lan Ke Sect.

Even the deputy leader of Lan Ke Sect and several elders who ranked higher than him had to enter.

It can be seen that... when the path of cultivation encounters obstacles.

Places like the Shengwu battlefield became their few options for further progress.

Although they knew that it was full of dangers, they still went forward without hesitation.

The sect divided the people who were going there into groups, led by powerful people.

Zhao Wuji was indeed capable, and he put Lin Yun and him in the same group.

This group had more than a hundred people, led by an elder who was a quasi-emperor.

The elder's name was Zhiyuan.

Zhao Wuji flattered Elder Zhiyuan enthusiastically.

But the elder was very cold to him.

So, he could only get close to Lin Yun and brag with a few friends.

Or he made a few sarcastic remarks to Lin Yun.

Lin Yun ignored them at all.

Soon, it was time to set off.

Everyone boarded the flying holy beasts in groups and headed for the Shengwu battlefield.

After flying for more than 20 days in a row, they crossed most of the Yu Shen Dynasty and arrived at the place where the Shengwu battlefield was opened.

There was an ancient and dilapidated city here.

This city was the entrance to the Shengwu battlefield.

Around the city, tens of thousands of sects of the Yushen Dynasty gathered to participate.

There were millions of martial saints gathered here.

The scene was quite spectacular.

Among them, there were tens of thousands of strong men above the half emperor.

Such a huge force entered the battlefield and fought. The scene was so tragic that it was probably unimaginable.

No one could predict their own ending until the end of the battlefield.

Therefore, people's hearts were full of expectations but extremely nervous.

However, in this tense atmosphere, everyone got along very harmoniously.

After all, the real struggle was in the battlefield, not a meaningless fight here.

Therefore, everyone was patiently waiting for the moment when the battlefield opened.

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