You have a good chance, I accept it.

His master is the leader of Wuming Mountain, high above, with boundless power.

He prayed that his master did not have much expectation in the first place, and his master would definitely not ruin his plan for these mortals.

Even in normal times, it is extremely difficult for human cultivators to enter the territory of the demon race, let alone this sensitive period.

If you want to bring something from the demon race, even if that thing has no value, you have to pay a huge price.

He didn't know what price his master paid to bring so many people out.

This time, he felt more grateful to his master and Ye Lin, and a real sense of belonging. Ye Lin was not his father, but better than his father.

After quietly wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye, Taiyuan led the people in front of him into Wuming Mountain.

The disciples of Wuming Mountain did not dare to say anything even if the elders saw it. Taiyuan was the disciple of the leader of Wuming Mountain. Who dared to stop him?

Taiyuan's identity was like a young master of a force, and no one dared to stop him.

Spring goes and autumn comes, autumn goes and winter comes, like a beautiful painting.

The painting slowly unfolds and slowly fluctuates.

The world has changed, and things have changed.

Looking back, you used to be so young and energetic, and you looked at your old body and sighed.

Time is like running water, it washes away our youth, our vitality, our past, and the youth that has passed.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

Ye Lin, who had been in seclusion for ten years, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were as bright as day.

Ye Lin slowly raised his head, and colorful lights flowed on his fingertips. Above these colorful lights, there was a terrifying breath.

"After ten years of seclusion, I experienced all kinds of things in the world and saw countless emotions in the world, happiness, sadness, anger, hatred..."

"Finally, I realized a sword from it, and I call this sword Remembrance."

Ye Lin looked at the sword energy on his fingertips, and various emotions flashed in his eyes.

Ten years of seclusion, he spent a full ten years in seclusion just to comprehend this sword.

In an instant, Ye Lin's body appeared above the nameless mountain. Looking at the sword energy on his fingertips, the corners of his mouth rose.

"Recall, cut."

Ye Lin slowly raised his hand, then gently drew it in the air, and ripples appeared in the air in front of him, and finally disappeared.

Recall is a magical power, and martial arts involving laws are magical powers.

Recall cannot be resisted or avoided. When the sword comes out, you must take it.

And this sword is heavy for attacking the heart. When the sword comes out, it will cause you to hide deep in your heart and don't want to recall things.

Your past will form a picture scroll passing in front of you, and the ultimate purpose is to cause the inner demon in your heart.

As the saying goes, there are many martial arts in the world, and attacking the heart is the best.

Martial arts that attack the heart are the most difficult to defend against and the most mysterious.

"Huh, ten years have passed, how has the world changed?"

In order to comprehend this sword, his own plans were disrupted, the clone was not refined, and the Hedao period was not broken through.

Although his cultivation is still at the peak of the Transformation Realm, he is like a butcher in the Transformation Realm.

"No, ten years have passed, I have to see how the outside world has changed."

After thinking about it, Ye Lin flew towards the Sect Master's Hall.

And since Ye Lin left, the gaze that was staring at Ye Lin also slowly dissipated.

"My goodness, an emperor-level magical power, what on earth is this kid's head like?"