Chapter 419 Song Lin, will never be reborn! On October 10, the autumn wind the hundreds of thousands of miles of Baimang Mountains, nine flattened peaks are arranged in the nine palaces. Song Lin looked up. Each mountain platform is several miles apart, and it seems that a master has set up a formation with the power of heaven and earth, which has the ability to attract the energy of heaven and earth, resulting in a rich spiritual essence and vitality around. At this time, countless figures were densely floating in the sky around Jiufeng, all of them were powerful gods and golden bodies with profound cultivation. On the ground, there were even more people, standing all over the nearby mountains. "More people came than expected." Song Lin said. "The Lishan Sword Sect is a first-class immortal sect, and not many people are qualified to visit the mountain. The hundreds of sects in Mangshan have a long history and are intricate, with a network of relationships covering dozens of surrounding prefectures." Yan Ze said: "The news is spreading slowly. If we wait a few more days, I'm afraid that here and in the Suppression City will be full of people." “Too many people is not a good thing.” Song Lin's face darkened. He is very familiar with Baimang Mountain.

In Xia Gucan's first life, he lived here for several years as a ghost species. Later, he led people to sweep the underground of Baimang Mountain and realized that the terrain was complex and could accommodate tens of millions of demons. The first reincarnation in the previous life started here, and the first catastrophe also began here. this life…… "A distinguished guest has arrived, and all factions are here to welcome him!" A loud roar resounded throughout Baimang. "Welcome our distinguished guests!" "Mingduan Mountain, Tianhai Palace, Yingyue Pavilion, Changsheng Book House, Corpse Spirit Treasure Sect...Greetings to all the Donglin Immortals." Countless figures appeared from all directions. They were divided into one hundred camps, with different costumes, and they all saluted to the people from Jianya Xuanfeng. manner! In the eyes of the hundreds of sects in Mangshan, Jianya Xuanfeng is the real immortal sect with the highest status. Being able to fight against the true disciples of the immortal sect is a rare opportunity in a lifetime! Such momentum immediately raised the status of Song Lin and others infinitely. "Greetings to the Immortal Donglin!" Countless figures in the sky and on the ground bowed their heads and saluted the crowd. It was as if thousands of immortals were coming to pay homage. "happy?" Hou Yuanxi suddenly spoke. "happy." Yan Ze and the others were startled with excitement. "Just be happy."

Hou Yuanxi said calmly: "The respect and humility that the world has for us all stems from the efforts of our ancestors. It stems from the saying 'The chivalrous way of the immortals shoulders the common people', and it stems from the dedication and sacrifice of generations of disciples of Donglin Xianya." "remember." "There is no good thing in the world without a reason. If you want to enjoy this respect, you may have to pay with your life." "Yes!" Everyone looked stern and bowed their heads. The chivalrous path of immortals is to shoulder the responsibility of all people. Since the catastrophe seven thousand years ago, this sentence has become the unchanging purpose of Donglin Xianya's inheritance. Behind the endless glory is the heavy responsibility on everyone's shoulders. "Go." A look of satisfaction appeared on Hou Yuanxi's face. "Master sister, you go first!" Everyone stretched out their hands and pointed to the mountain in the middle of the Nine Palaces. Hou Yuanxi took the lead and appeared on the top of the mountain in the middle. then. The eight people turned into streams of light, and in the blink of an eye they traveled several miles before each of them left for the remaining eight palaces. Song Lin is located in the east Dui Palace. Tan Tai Xuan Yin is located in the southeast Qian Palace, and Shui Qian Rou is located in the south Kan Palace. Yan Ze is located in the southwest Gen Palace, Tan Shuang is located in the west Zhen Palace, Ding Zhen is located in the northwest Xun Palace, Gao Pei is located in the north Li Palace, and Qiu Yu is located in the northeast Kun Palace. With Hou Yuanxi as the center, they are helping each other. of course. They were not here to kill the enemy today, but just to train. But everyone could still feel that this arrangement was a bit like practicing a battle formation. "let's start." Hou Yuanxi said lightly to the distance. "Obey the immortal's order!" The loud sound spread in all directions. "First battle disciples, step out!" call-- Ninety figures, some riding on clouds, some driving fairy beasts, and some flying underground with swords, all appeared in front of the hundred sects.

“Go all out and fight until you’re exhausted!” "promise!" Everyone responded in unison. next moment. Ninety figures dispersed and rushed towards Jiugong Mountain with high momentum. A great war has begun. Boom boom boom~~~ Song Lin held a long iron sword in his hand and fought with ten disciples from various sects in Mangshan. There were so many spells, weapons, and even strange talismans that it was hard to keep up with them. As soon as they started fighting, he was beaten into a state of disarray by all kinds of tactics. This is not a life-and-death battle. Moreover, he deliberately suppressed his strength, and only used the sword techniques of Foolish Sword, Puyang Sword, Tyrant Sword, etc. In front of the ten elite disciples selected from the best of the hundred sects in Mangshan, he was really stretched to the limit. "But this is exactly what this battle is about." One sword breaks all laws, one knife travels the world! In this battle, Yan Ze and others practiced their swordsmanship, while Song Lin practiced his swordsmanship. Ding Ding Dang~~ The sword light is like a waterfall, spanning heaven and earth. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed close combat so much. It seemed that since leaving Sanjiang and starting to practice the art of sword-wielding, he had gradually become detached from the world of mortals. "I really like knives better!" Song Lin smiled casually. Suddenly he stopped and concentrated, shouting, "Everyone be careful, this knife is called - Whale!" hold head high-- A long roar like a dragon's roar resounded through the mountains. The sharp blade light was like a raging wave in the deep sea, suddenly sweeping across the mountain platform. The one who was fighting against Song Lin was horrified. All his magic spells and weapons were caught up in the wild waves of swords and swords. He was like a lone boat in the ocean, unable to control himself and completely lost his original target. "What kind of swordsmanship is this?" "It is rumored that Song Lin is an expert in both swords and sabers, it is true!" 鲸。 Just one simple word, yet it fully expresses the meaning of this knife. In the process of practicing the sword, Song Lin had never given up the study of the sword. The Ten Absolute Golden Lights were only magical power, while the flying knife skills belonged to the mysterious spiritual realm above the artistic conception. Those sword techniques formed from his life experiences are the foundation of his swordsmanship!

now. After learning the techniques of killing ducks and snails, he finally created another one - the whale. Named after the whale, it swallows mountains and seas. Although it is only in its prototype form, it has already demonstrated a terrifying power and perfectly displayed the true meaning of the sword! Boom! Ten figures flew backwards at the same time. They each stood on the edge of a platform several miles wide, looking at Song Lin in the middle in horror. If Song Lin had not shown mercy with this blow, they would have been defeated. The reason why he didn't leave the field was because the opponent still wanted to fight! dong dong dong~~ The sound of war drums resounded throughout heaven and earth. The passionate drumbeats inspired everyone's fighting spirit. Failed again and again, fought back again and again. Not only Song Lin, but also the disciples of the hundreds of sects in Mangshan who fought with Hou Yuanxi, Tan Tai Xuanyin, Ding Zhen, Qiu Yu and others, all felt this way. This battle. Everyone will benefit from this! A long, long time. The sun is high in the sky. Hou Yuanxi and Shui Qianrou had already finished the fight. Then it was Yan Ze, Tan Shuang, then Tan Tai Xuanyin, Gao Pei, and Qiu Yu. Until dusk falls. In the eyes of everyone. Song Lin finally saved the day with a single knife, "Whale". The knife light changed from the tsunami waves at the beginning to the prototype of a long whale, which was a complete transformation. bang bang bang~~~ Ten figures flew out of the field together, looking lost. Then he bowed to Song Lin with admiration and said, "Song Shangxian's swordsmanship is something we are convinced of!" A battle today. Everyone benefited greatly. It was a pity that I couldn't force out Song Lin's swordsmanship. But it was worth the trip to see his swordsmanship and the incredible progress of such a genius. "The battle ends today and continues tomorrow." Hou Yuanxi said this and turned away with everyone. "Farewell to the Immortal Donglin!" Countless figures saluted at the backs of Jianya Xuanfeng and his group.

Everyone returned from Baimang Mountain and went back to the master's ancient house. "Tomorrow's opponents will be stronger. You should go back and digest what you have gained today. I will send someone to deliver food and pills to your room." Hou Yuanxi left a word and went straight back to his room. "Senior Sister really has good intentions for us!" Yan Ze couldn't help but sigh. "Hehe~ I'm suddenly not so afraid of Senior Sister anymore." Ding Zhen laughed. "Oh?" Qiu Yu's eyes narrowed. "What are you looking at? Although I'm not afraid, I respect her even more!" Ding Zhen puffed out his chest. "Senior sister appears cold but has a warm heart, and cares for her fellow disciples. We must work hard in the future and not let her down!" Tan Shuang said seriously. "Yes Yes!" "Senior Brother Tan is right!" Everyone nodded. Then they dispersed. Song Lin and Song Xiangyu were in a daze and hadn't realized yet that they were the only two left in the courtyard. Eyes meet. They both suddenly turned their heads away. "Uncle Song, I'm going down first." Song Xiangyu bowed slightly and turned to leave. "and many more." Song Lin suddenly spoke. "Is there something wrong? Uncle Song." Song Xiangyu stopped, turned her back to Song Lin, and spoke in a distant tone. "..." Song Lin suddenly felt a little embarrassed and instinctively called out to Song Xiangyu, but he didn't know what to say. "If there's nothing wrong, I'll leave first." As Song Xiangyu spoke, she had already raised her feet. "Where's your hairpin? Why didn't I see you wearing it today?" Song Lin looked at her back. "do not like." Song Xiangyu frowned slightly and cherished words as if they were gold.

"oh oh." Song Lin nodded slightly and said nothing more. But Song Xiangyu turned her back to him and suddenly asked, "Uncle Master, why are you asking?" "what?" Song Lin was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "I just, I just saw a friend wearing a hairpin like this." "friend?" Song Xiangyu seemed to be thinking about something. "A Taoist nun friend?" Song Lin blurted out. "Taoist nun……" Song Xiangyu paused, and then left silently. What's the reaction? Song Lin stood there in a daze, wondering why Song Xiangyu didn't react at all. It stands to reason. Shouldn't she be like this when she heard this? The next day. October 11th. The nine people set out again and headed towards Baimang Mountain. The battle became more intense that day. The hundreds of sects of Mangshan joined forces and sent out ninety stronger opponents. One against ten, Song Lin, who deliberately suppressed his strength, and the injured Yan Ze and others found it increasingly difficult to deal with them. The only exception is Shui Qianrou. A step of telepathic communication, unpredictable. In ground combat, she was nearly invincible. If it weren't for her extremely poor swordsmanship, she would have won within three rounds. "Senior Sister Shui's swordsmanship really makes me doubt whether she is the true disciple of Jianya Xuanfeng." Song Lin took the time to take a look and couldn't help but frowning. evening. The difficult battle came to an end. Jianya Xuanfeng still returned victorious. All the sects in Mangshan were convinced and all kinds of flattery were heard. After answering about the master’s ancient house. Hou Yuanxi looked at Shui Qianrou coldly and said, "You have been a disciple of Jianya Xuanfeng for decades, but your swordsmanship is still so bad?" "I...what can I do..."

Shui Qianrou opened her mouth, speechless. "What can you do? A pig has been at Jianya Xuanfeng for decades, and his swordsmanship is ten times better than yours." Hou Yuanxi's tone was as cold as ice, as if to freeze the air around him. "You don't need to sleep tonight." After saying this, she walked away. "Yes." Shui Qianrou said aggrievedly. Song Lin and others looked at each other, not knowing what to do. No one expected it. Someone like Shui Qianrou's swordsmanship is so poor. Don't talk about them. I'm afraid that any sword cultivator from the Divine Mansion could easily defeat Shui Qianrou in a simple sword fight. The night is getting darker. In the back mountain of the Master’s ancient residence, sword lights whistled and leaves fluttered. The sound of Shui Qianrou practicing sword all night could be heard from far away. Da da~~ "Senior Sister, can I practice with you?" Song Lin's figure walked over from the foot of the mountain. "Yeah!" Shui Qianrou immediately clapped her hands and cheered: "Junior brother, your swordsmanship is the best! How about this, you teach me swordsmanship, and I will teach you the Annihilation Hand, the Spiritual Step, and the Infinite Elbow Strike?" "Is this..." Song Lin was a little embarrassed. It's not that he doesn't want to learn. But even if I learn the Dao Heart Planting Demon Mysterious Art now, I still don't have enough experience to comprehend those profound golden body avenues. I really can't spare the energy to study other things. The unique skills of the Earthly Immortal are probably not the same as any other golden body skills in the world, and may even be more difficult and mysterious! "Oh, a simple method of destroying a person's spiritual roots, you can learn it in one go!" Shui Qianrou said carelessly: "It only took me three days at the beginning, come, learn from me!" She was in high spirits and seemed very interested in being a teacher. "..." Song Lin had no choice but to do as he was told. The moon sets in the northwest. In the Demon-Suppressing City, there is a dark house. "How did things go?" Cang Xiuyuan sat in the darkness, stroking the golden Buddha statue with his hands obsessively.

"Back to the master." A strange voice sounded. The 'man' who was speaking looked like a half-demon, with an ox head and a horse face, a ferocious look, and four sharp white fangs sticking out of his mouth, like an evil ghost from hell. However, the aura on its body seemed to be covered by sacred incense, and did not attract anyone's attention in the Demon-Suppressing City. "At midnight tomorrow, a 'strange treasure' will appear twelve miles underground in Baimang Mountain. Your subordinates have placed thousands of strands of earthly evil energy in it, which will surely attract countless people to seize it." "By then..." The figure was kneeling outside the house, his face was ferocious and his voice was respectful. "very good." Cang Xiuyuan said calmly: "You don't need to worry about the rest." "Yes." The strange figure lowered its head and retreated silently, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye. "Hehehe" Cang Xiu looked out the window at the night and murmured, "Song Lin, since you have gone to my Nine Gods City, you will have to pay the price of never being able to reincarnate!" The voice contained a strong murderous intent. Regardless of the Sanjiang incident, the 'Xianfu Yamen' in Jiushen City, or the battle on Jiuzhangyuan, Song Lin's name had already been included in the Cangwang clan's must-kill list. As soon as he stepped into Baimang Mountain, which connects to the underworld, he had already set half a foot on the road to the underworld! call-- A column of black smoke passed through the street. "What on earth is that?" Master Mingguang was wearing a bright yellow robe, holding a wooden sword and wearing a Dharma crown. He frowned and looked at the wisp of black smoke going away. "Since a few days ago, I have felt that something is wrong in the city. Sure enough, there is an evil spirit causing trouble in secret!" "Where do they come from, and what do they want to do? My master's family has studied the art of subduing demons for seven thousand years, but they can only find a little difference." Subduing demons. It is the duty of a demon-suppressing master. He wandered around the city for a few nights and finally found a glimmer of evidence. "Should I report this matter to Immortal Song?" (End of this chapter)