Chapter 467 -- one door, four pavilions and three sects

Lin Yuan's departure made those martial artists who were immersed in cultivation not find that they could easily give up if they seized such an opportunity at this time.

In the relics of the soul of the way of death, countless sword rhymes and kendo are ups and downs. In those central areas, although a large number of sword soul grasses are absorbed by Lin Yuanyan Nantian and Cang Xiao, there is still a small part.

With the passage of time, half a year has passed since Lin Yuan and his party came out of the road to death. In the past half a year, the ancient battlefield has changed more and more, but on the whole, the potential list of the top ten has still not changed at all.

The first place is still the dome cliff, and the second place is the star pole. As for the third place, it is Lin Yuan, and the original ranking has dropped one.

The ancient mountain is extremely steep, and the mountain wall is like a blade, straight into the sky. There is no road around it. If you want to go up the mountain, you can only step up the sky in one breath.

At this time, around this peak, all kinds of wind-breaking sounds kept ringing, and the figures moved like locusts, and went straight to the top of the mountain with a feverish face.

Nearly two years of penance, in the ancient battlefield, their gains and efforts have finally come to fruition. Even these geniuses from major countries can't stand the excitement and fanaticism in their hearts.

The ancient battlefield is a place where opportunities and threats coexist. Countless treasures and countless opportunities await. The first place dome cliff and the second place star pole have been inherited in the ancient battlefield one after another, and have become famous.

Their glory belongs to them, their country, and himself, because his strength and his talent are destined to cry that he will not be ordinary in his life.

The peak is steep, but most of the people who can walk here are at least strong people who have reached the realm of Zifu.

It is not difficult to walk in the air. Therefore, about a few minutes later, some people finally climbed to the top of the mountain with awe and countless coveted eyes below.

The dazzling sunshine blooms on the top of the mountain, like a dawn, which is exciting.

Wo!

Lin Yuan is also among these people at this time, and next to Lin Yuan, these are the two people who have not seen each other for half a year.

The group did not rush to the front, so when some people resisted the top of the mountain, they followed, and the first time they landed, their eyes were looking at the top of the mountain.

The whole mountain top is a flat and smooth bluestone square. The sun shines on it, reflecting a stream of light, as if it makes the space a little blurred, giving people a sense of illusory ethereal.

Lin Yuan's eyes just glanced at the top of the mountain, and then suddenly looked up. The next, his eyes suddenly shrank.

Wang.

A tide-like ** spread from the top of the mountain, and all the eyes were raised at this moment, and finally looked into the air with strong awe.

In mid-air, the light is intertwined, and a region appeared abruptly at this moment, in which countless swordsmanships appeared.

At the moment when these divine flowers appeared, at the center, a row of illusory and substantial chairs appeared, and on those bare chairs, figures sat casually, occasionally opening and closing their eyes, looking faintly at the top of the mountain below, a somewhat indescribable terrible pressure, covering the sky. Land.

No supreme sect!

Looking at those god-like figures, many geniuses from major countries on the top of the mountain couldn't help bending down slightly modestly.

They all know very well that in this huge ancient battlefield, these supreme sects like giants are the real masters, and some of their countries need to be attached to these supreme sects to survive.

The heritage and strength of the supreme sect are enough to make them bend their arrogant bones.

At this time, only dozens of people who can continue to persist under such circumstances, their eyes are full of firmness, and their momentum is also exuding supreme fierceness under the pressure of this momentum.

In front of Lin Yuan, a young man in a black coat has an amazing momentum, as if he can step through the sky. The momentum on his body can really suppress one side. It is the sky sword and the cliff of the sky.

And opposite the dome cliff, a figure wears blue clothes, and its momentum does not need to be much on the dome cliff. It seems to be a piece of sex, but this galaxy is far from as magnificent as Lin Yuan felt through the beads.

However, with such a momentum alone, there are not many warriors around him who can withstand it. All of them are far away from him, and this person is the second-ranked star.

At the top of the ancient mountain, there is silence. Under the eight figures sitting casually in the air, the genius here no longer has the arrogance of the past.

This figure is also eight supreme sects, three gates and four sects, which are exactly these leaders.

Lin Yuan was in the crowd, staring at the eight figures tightly, and his lips were gently squeezed. From the eight people, he felt an extremely strong pressure, and that strength was not comparable to those of them at all.

"The realm of Taoist soul has all reached the realm of Taoist soul." Lin Yuan whispered.

"Is this the strength of the supreme sect? It's really terrible." Lin Yuan exhaled deeply, but his eyes were a little hot and expectant. If he could enter such a place, it would be of great benefit to him, right?

"Unfortunately, I won't join you. Although my goal is to become stronger, you are only the sect of Haotianjie. My goal is my father."

Now that Lin Yuan has made up his mind, he will not change. Moreover, Lin Yuan has a better goal and believes that his father will not be less powerful than these people.

As for why Lin Yuan thinks so, Lin Yuan naturally knows that the general warriors in the realm of Zifu only have a life span of 500 years. As for the warriors in the realm of Taoist souls, according to Lin Yuan, only have a short life expectancy of 1,000 years and will not exceed 1,500 years, and Lin Yuan's father has existed thousands of years ago. Cultivation is at least the existence of the soul of death.

"The background of the supreme sect is really profound. I must join it and pursue the peak of martial arts." Yan Nantian, standing next to Lin Yuan, also suddenly smiled, and the application was full of fire.

Lin Yuan looked at him in surprise and thought that he rarely heard that Yan Nantian, who wanted to be arrogant, would say this. It seemed that the strength of this supreme sect should not be underestimated.

Lin Yuan's momentum is really unclear. The supreme sect is the strongest existence they know. Moreover, they are all martial arts idiots. How can they not join? How can they not fight?

This is their opportunity. This is their chance to fly. Only by joining them can they get more profound secrets and reach a higher level.

"Brother Lin Yuan, have you seen the first person in front of the left? That's the agent of Tianji Pavilion. The roar behind him suddenly came out.

"Oh?"

Lin Yuan's eyes were slightly condensed, and he raised his head without a trace and looked at the left front of the light chair. There, an old man with slightly white hair sat down. There were some wrinkles on the man's face, but it was difficult to hide his demeanor. He was also quite handsome when he was young, but his lips were a little thin like a knife. But it is slightly gloomy.

He wears a white robe, and on top of the white robe, there is a nebula, alternating black and white, like yin and yang, which is also quite suitable for the word Tianji.

However, this old man has never seen the venue below. He narrowed his eyes slightly as if to close his eyes to refresh his mind. Such a detached appearance is in line with the status of the supreme sect.