Chapter 702 Understanding the Great Deserted Sutra

"The Great Waste Sutra was created by me myself in those years. This skill, in operation, within ten thousand miles, it has become a barren land, and the vitality of those thousands of miles can be broken."

On the surface of the tablet, the figure trembled, and the ancient voice also came out leisurely. loomily, there was a trace of self-sufficiency in the voice. Obviously, this tablet spirit was quite satisfied with the martial arts he created.

"In addition, you seem to have practiced the martial arts left by the boy of the Great Wilderness King. Although it is only the category of spiritual martial arts, if you successfully cultivate this great barren scriptures and complement each other, the power of martial arts will also skyrocket."

Hearing this, Lin Dong was stunned for a moment, and immediately a touch of surprise appeared in his eyes. This harvest was beyond his expectation. It seems that the so-called Great Wilderness King should also have some great intersections with this tablet spirit in those years...

Lin Dong looked up and looked at the four ancient fonts slowly suspended around him. He could feel the huge and obscure information contained in it. Such martial arts may have gone beyond spiritual martial arts and reached the more unpredictable category of heavenly martial arts!

The so-called heavenly martial arts has been able to turn the power of heaven and earth into its own use. For example, this great barren scripture is to turn the earth into barren and adjust the power of vitality. Such power is immeasurable. Even if the opponent is stronger than himself, he can win the battle.

This level of martial arts, even among these super sects in the Eastern Xuanyu, is enough to be regarded as the martial arts of the town school. According to Lin Dong's prediction, among the many martial arts he practiced, I'm afraid that the Qingtian dragon formula obtained from Qingchu has reached the level of Tianwu. Of course, if the Great If you succeed, add another god.

It is said that after that day's martial arts, there is still more powerful martial arts, but such martial arts have really the power of ghosts and gods, destroying heaven and earth, ordinary strong people and even some super sects can't reach.

"The true meaning of the Great Wasteland Sutra lies in the word "desolate". You broke the situation before, but you have a deep understanding of the desolation...", the inscription on the stone tablet is faint.

"Although the desolation is desolate, it does not deprive all things of its vitality. Everything in the world rotates. The desolation is just a hidden vitality, and when the reincarnation comes, the spring is full of the earth."

Lin Dong took every word of the tablet into his mind very seriously. After a moment, he whispered, "Thank you for your advice."

"You have understood these truths, but it's not a guide. It depends on your own ability to cultivate the great desolation in the future." Bei Ling Dao.

"Yes"

Lin Dong respectfully bowed to the stone tablet, and then sat down, took a deep breath, suppressed the surging excitement in his heart, and then his face gradually calmed down.

With the condensation of Lin Dong's mind, the four ancient characters hovering around him suddenly roared down, and when they came into contact with Lin Dongtian's spiritual cover, they directly disappeared into it.

"Buzzing!"

Four ancient characters penetrated into his mind, and Lin Dong's body suddenly trembled violently. He could feel a vast message filled with ancient and obscure, roaring in his mind. That degree of vastness, even with his current ability, he felt a splitting headache, even on his face. A trace of pain flashed away.

Humph.

With a low hum and pain, it came out of Lin Dong's throat. Then he gritted his teeth fiercely, forcibly suppressed the severe pain, and then operated all his mind and began to receive the vast sea-like obscure information in his mind.

Even if the level of martial arts of the Great Wilderness Sutra has been obtained now, it is still not a simple thing to practice it successfully. However, Lin Dong is not afraid at all. The most difficult level is to break through, and the duck has reached its mouth. Will it still let it fly?

In the quiet and dark space, Lin Dong sat quietly, and with the passage of time, the ancient yellow light emanating from his body gradually became thick, and under the light of that light, the rubble where he sat was also quietly broken...

On the stone tablet, the stele spirit watched Lin Dong's every move. After a long time, there was a deep and ancient voice, which slowly sounded: "I hope the person selected this time will not make a mistake and there is no more time..."

Buzz.

Just as the sound of the tablet fell, the black lines on the tablet were actually showing signs of squirming. In a loom, it seemed that there was a sharp and harsh laughter.

"Jing Jie, the great desolate monument, after so many years, you haven't given up, and now you want to add hope to this boy?"

This is the first time that the unknown creature has made a sound, but the sound is full of indescribable coldness and evil, like a demon crawling out of the endless land of sin.

"You are also happy a little too early. He swallows the ancestral charm, and he has the best chance to get multiple ancestral charms. As long as he can bring back two ancestral charms, I can completely erase you." The tablet smiled faintly and said.

"Qi Jie, do you think everyone is your master? But even if it is as strong as your Lord, it will eventually fall. Who can stop us in this world?

"Then let's watch it."

In the old voice of the tablet, there was no slight fluctuation because of the words. With a slight smile, the light on the tablet surface surged again, directly pressing all the black lines that spread back to the tablet.

After suppressing the black pattern again, Beiling looked at the young man sitting motionless in front of him. He was a little silent. Suddenly, a flash of light swept out and shrouded Lin Dong's body. Then, this ancient yellow light began to penetrate into Lin Dong's body, and under the penetration of that light, Lin Dong On the surface of the body, there is a very faint desolate smell hovering and emerging.

Under this extremely faint desolate breath, the painful color on Lin Dong's face also quietly weakened and finally dissipated completely.

"Lin Dong, that's all I can do for you. I hope you can complete the transaction between us, otherwise everything in this world will eventually die..."

Time passes quietly, and half a month passes in the blink of an eye.

In this half month, the Taoist sect has been quite boiling, and the boiling source is naturally the abnormal movement in front of the Great Wasteland Monument, where the young figure, who was originally thought to be about to fail, is now firmly wrapped by the light released by the Great Waste Monument, and invisively, there is a strong resistance. Come on, even the masters of the temple can't get close to them.

In addition to this half month, Lin Dong has been sitting quietly for two months before the great barren monument. In the past two months, the area of the barren hall has undoubtedly become the most lively place of the Taoist sect, and not only has the owner of the four halls stayed here all the time, but also some retreats during The elders who practiced all showed their faces, which shows the shackles caused by this matter.

In that sky, Jiang Hao, who had failed to understand the Great Desolation, had already woken up. During these days, they had also been staying here, looking at the slimming shadow before the stone tablet, and their eyes were quite complicated.

No one can imagine that Lin Dong, who joined the barren hall for the shortest time, became the first person in the barren hall to successfully understand the great wilderness after a hundred years...

If the achievements made by Lin Dong before, some people will secretly say that it is a small fight, but after this time, those voices will be completely annihilated.

The Great Wasteland Sutra, since the legendary genius of Taoism, no one has been able to understand it again for a hundred years, and now, this record has finally been broken.

The person who broke this record is just a young disciple who has joined Taoism for less than a year.

All the disciples of the barren hall, during this period of time, when facing the other three halls, the smile on their faces also regained their self-confidence that they have not had for a long time. In the face of their self-confidence, even the disciples of the heavenly hall can no longer show any sense of superiority, because they all know that once the When the young man before the monument successfully understood the great desolation, then this session of the palace test may be really wonderful...

Although everyone knows that there is still some gap between Lin Dong's strength and Ying Xiaoxiao, the prestige of the Great Waste Sutra is enough to make up for these.

In this palace test, I'm afraid there will be a battle between dragons and tigers.

"There are really signs of success in your family this year..."

In the sky, Ying Huanhuan looked at the figure in front of the stone tablet, and then curled the corners of her lips and said, after knowing that Lin Dong did not seem to fail, the kindness shown by the girl some time ago seemed to have been endured by her. Of course, the most important thing was that she heard some whispers about the hall test And in this situation, she obviously has to stand on her sister's side...

"Isn't it quite uncomfortable for you to see him fail some time ago? Now, why don't you just tell me this?" Ying Xiaoxiao glanced at her and said with a smile.

"No, even if Lin Dong understands the great desolation, he will definitely not be his sister's opponent." Ying Huanhuan quickly took a stand.

"That's not necessarily..."

However, for this, Ying Xiaoxiao shook her head slightly. Her eyes stared at the figure in front of the stone tablet. In the depths of her eyes, there was a trace of extremely rare burning.

"I really want to try it. How powerful is the Great Wilderness Sutra..."

When Ying Huanhuan saw Ying Xiaoxiao, she secretly spit out her tongue. Looking at this, the latter seemed to begin to regard Lin Dong as an opponent. Of course, there seemed to be some strong hearts in this. After all, at the beginning, Ying Xiaoxiao also fell back in a fiasco when she understood the great desolation.

"It's time to know."

And just as Ying Huanhuan was about to say something, Ying Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly condensed and said slowly.

Hearing this, Ying Huanhuan was also slightly shocked. He hurriedly looked up. Sure enough, he saw that the light on the big desolate monument began to gradually weaken, and the thin shadow shrouded in the beam of light also appeared again under the nervous gaze of everyone present...

Everyone was staring at the figure tightly, and their faces were full of tension. They really wanted to know whether Lin's two-month sitting was a success... or a failure?