Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 187: Cut off the barbarian beard and obtain the "Tianzhuo Magic Art"

"I've long heard that Brother Man's 'Heaven-supporting Magic Art' is so powerful in the Chaos Star Sea that it's known as the best defensive magic art in the Chaos Star Sea."

Lin Fan's lips curled up slightly, a hint of contempt flashed across his eyes. He spoke slowly, "I'm curious, just how strong is this technique's defense? How many of my strikes can it withstand?"

After saying this, the spiritual energy around Lin Fan began to surge wildly. In an instant, he seemed to be tightly wrapped by an invisible aura.

The majestic sword intent spread out, causing the surrounding air to distort and deform, as if the order of space was disrupted by this sword intent.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fan suddenly opened his mouth, and a dazzling golden light appeared, and a golden flying sword shot out like an arrow.

This is none other than his natal magic weapon, the "Tianshu Sword". The sword body is slender and straight, emitting dazzling golden light all over, just like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, shining brightly.

Lin Fan clenched his right hand into the air, and the Tianshu Sword seemed to have received an urgent call from its master. With a "whoosh", it landed steadily in his palm.

The next second, Lin Fan activated the spiritual power in his body and continuously injected the domineering "Sword Intent of Destruction" and the powerful magic power into the Tianshu Sword.

In an instant, the Tianshu Sword burst into an even more dazzling golden light, and the powerful sword energy was like a surging tide, spreading wildly in all directions.

With Lin Fan as the center, within a radius of a mile, all the flowers, trees, soil, rocks and gravel were not spared. They were all ruthlessly crushed and annihilated by the sword energy brought by the "Sword Intent of Destruction".

Lin Fan suddenly swung his arm with a clean and neat movement. With a whoosh, a gray-gold sword energy instantly flew out of the sword, like a lightning bolt that cut through the sky, carrying the power to destroy the world, and rushed towards the barbarian bearded man with a roar.

Man Huzi felt the hairs on his body stand up suddenly, and a sense of extreme danger surged into his heart like a surging tide.

His skin was extremely tense, and every pore was sending out sharp danger signals, as if frantically warning him that the sword energy in front of him had enough terrifying power to shatter him into pieces and turn him into ashes.

Man Huzi's heart suddenly shook, and without time to think about it, he subconsciously slapped the storage bag on his waist.

In an instant, with a "whoosh", an ancient and heavy shield appeared in his hand.

He gripped the shield tightly with both hands and desperately poured his magic power into it.

In a flash, there was a muffled "hum" sound, and the shield was firmly blocked in front of him, with a layer of brilliant defensive light flowing on the surface.

However, before he could catch his breath, the gray-gold sword energy, wrapped in endless power, had already roared towards him.

There was a loud "bang", like thunder exploding in the clear sky, and spiritual power shot out wildly, like sparks flying in all directions.

This powerful force created huge pits on the ground around, causing dust and gravel to fly.

Man Huzi was like a kite with a broken string, and was knocked back dozens of feet by the impact of the sword energy.

His blood and energy turned upside down, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face began to turn pale.

As soon as he stood firm, Man Huzi looked at the ancient shield in his hand, and his face instantly became paler.

The shield that was originally shining with light now became dim, and a deep scratch in the middle of the shield was particularly glaring.

Man Huzi was shocked. You know, this shield is a top-notch ancient treasure and has always been his life-saving reliance.

He had never expected this man to be so powerful. It looked like he might perish here today. Not wanting to die, he immediately shouted, "Please show mercy. I am willing to hand over the "Tongtian Magic Art"..."

Lin Fan did not respond to him. Since he had chosen to take action, there was no turning back and he did not give Man Huzi any chance to breathe.

Lin Fan waved his hand without hesitation and released the second sword energy. With a "whoosh", the sword energy disappeared in an instant and appeared in front of Man Huzi.

With a crisp "swish" sound, the shield that had just barely withstood the attack was instantly torn apart by the sword energy, turning into countless fragments and flying everywhere.

Before Man Huzi could react, the third sword energy came roaring towards him, carrying with it a destructive aura.

With a "puff", the golden scales on Man Huzi's body were easily broken by the sword energy without any resistance, and his body was split into two pieces by the sword energy.

Accompanied by shrill screams, the corpse rolled to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, and bright red blood spurted out like a fountain.

At this time, Man Huzi's Nascent Soul flew out of his body. The Nascent Soul's face was exactly the same as Man Huzi's, and its expression was full of panic. As soon as it appeared, it was about to make a hand gesture and use the teleportation technique to escape.

However, it was still a step too slow, and was greeted by another ruthless sword energy from Lin Fan.

With a "puff", the sword energy went straight through Man Huzi's Nascent Soul, tearing it into two pieces cleanly.

A shrill scream echoed, and the broken Nascent Soul rolled to the ground, still making faint groans, as if making its last struggle.

Lin Fan's expression was stern, without a trace of mercy in his eyes. He strode forward and used the soul-searching technique.

The time of an incense stick passed in the blink of an eye. Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes, a complex look flashed in his eyes. At the same time, an exquisite storage bag appeared in his hand.

"..."

At the last moment of the whole day, Lin Fan, holding Fairy Zi Ling and Yuan Yao in his arms, appeared in front of a giant mountain that was several thousand feet high.

The entire mountain seemed to be split in two from the middle, with the crack running straight through the foundation, forming a natural canyon.

In the middle part of the split mountain, red and blue lights flashed, with clear boundaries, covering half of the giant mountain respectively.

At the entrance of the Grand Canyon at the foot of the mountain, more than thirty monks in different clothes sat quietly. They had different expressions, some frowned, and some thought secretly.

Lin Fan held Yuan Yao with one arm and Zi Ling with the other, and walked steadily into the crowd. The monks around him cast different glances at him, but Lin Fan ignored them all.

Even in a corner, he saw Han Li standing there quietly, with a cautious look on his face, his eyes constantly moving around, obviously observing the environment there.

"..."

Not long after, it was time to open the second level of the secret realm.

Two law enforcement elders from Xinggong walked out from the crowd, and one of them, an old man in white, began to explain some of the precautions that needed to be taken.

"..."

Some monks in the canyon chose to leave, while others chose to enter the Xuanjing Road or the Lava Road.

Lin Fan looked calm as he led the two of them straight towards the path leading to the Black Crystal.

The moment they stepped in, a layer of light blue light rippled gently like water waves, engulfing their figures.

In the blink of an eye, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed.

As soon as I entered the Xuanjing Road, a biting cold hit me in the face, and all I could see was ice and snow.

Looking into the distance, the rolling snow-capped mountains stretch as far as the eye can see, and the white snow sparkles with tiny rays of light under the faint light.

"Let's go."

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he took the lead and walked forward without even activating his mana shield.

This level of coldness is really not worth mentioning. After all, his "Vajra Sutra" has already reached perfection, and the biting coldness of the Xuanjing Dao cannot hurt him at all.

Upon seeing this, Fairy Zi Ling and Yuan Yao quickly formed a magic shield and followed closely behind Lin Fan. Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, an incense stick of time had passed.

At this moment, a slight noise suddenly came from not far away.

Looking closely, I saw several crystal-clear monsters slowly emerging from the ground.

These monsters have a layer of seemingly transparent scales on their bodies, their eyes flash with bloodthirsty red light, and their sharp claws leave traces on the ice.

"..."

A few hours later, Lin Fan, holding Fairy Zi Ling in one hand and Yuan Yao in the other, walked out of Xuanjing Road with a steady posture.

They walked forward and soon arrived at a simple hall.

This hall is about fifty to sixty feet square, about seventy to eighty feet high, and has a spacious space.

Aside from a faintly glowing teleportation array in the center, each of the four walls featured a massive bluestone door several feet tall, giving it a heavy and ancient appearance. Dozens of stone tables and benches of varying styles were scattered around the hall.

At this moment, several monks were already sitting on the stone benches, some with their eyes closed, some chatting in low voices. Those who had arrived so quickly were undoubtedly cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage.

Afterwards, Lin Fan brought Fairy Zi Ling and Yuan Yao to an empty stone table and sat down steadily.

In the blink of an eye, several hours had passed. There were already more than a dozen monks here, and no more monks came after that.

When the last bit of time passed, the teleportation array in the middle of the stone hall suddenly disappeared.

But at the same time the teleportation array disappeared, the stone doors on the four walls automatically rose up with a roar, revealing deep bluestone passages that led to an unknown place.

At this time, two Star Palace law enforcement elders stepped out from the crowd. One of them, an old man in white, began to explain, "Three of these four passages lead to a different attic. Each attic contains different items, including 'ancient treasures', 'elixirs', 'cultivation techniques', and other relics left by ancient cultivators."

"..."

Lin Fan looked at the figures of Yuan Yao and Fairy Zi Ling. After they disappeared into a passage, he also walked into a passage casually.

The light in the passage was a little dim, and the surrounding stone walls were occasionally inlaid with a few glowing night pearls.

Lin Fan walked forward along the winding bluestone steps.

The footsteps echoed in the silent passage. Time passed little by little. After walking for a whole meal, a jade bridge finally appeared in front of them.

This jade bridge is as white as jade, and the bridge body is carved with exquisite patterns. It emits a soft luster under the weak light.

Lin Fan stepped onto the jade bridge. The bridge trembled slightly, but it was extremely solid.

After crossing the Jade Bridge, there is a tower nearly a thousand feet high standing not far away.

The attic emits a faint white glow, and from a distance it looks like a dream.

Lin Fan could tell at a glance that this attic must have been set up with an extremely powerful magic array, making it impossible for ordinary people to get close.

The attic is not only decorated with carvings of dragons and paintings of phoenixes, but is also made entirely of beautiful jade. Every detail is handled with extreme delicacy and is magnificent, like a fairy's mansion, full of fairy spirit.

Looking up, I saw three large gold-painted characters "Baodan Pavilion" written in a vigorous and powerful style above the lintel of the attic, exuding an extraordinary momentum.

Lin Fan thought to himself, judging from the name of "Baodan Pavilion", this must be where the elixirs are stored. This is a rare opportunity.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan walked towards the attic, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the gate.

He mobilized his spiritual power and took a light step. His body easily passed through the magic circle and entered the pavilion.

A huge hall suddenly appeared before my eyes. This hall was hundreds of feet in size and its scale was truly astonishing.

The walls around the hall are densely inlaid with luminous pearls.

Each night pearl emits a soft and bright light, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day.

Lin Fan looked around and saw that the hall was divided into dozens of areas. In each area stood a high platform. These platforms were shrouded in white light and were obviously restricted.

There were jade bottles placed on the platforms, but most of them were empty. A rough count showed that there were only seven or eight platforms left with jade bottles.

Lin Fan was not discouraged. He carefully looked around the hall.

Sure enough, not long after, a white jade staircase was discovered in a very hidden corner.

Lin Fan walked up the stairs, and in the blink of an eye, another hall came into view.

This hall is much smaller in comparison, only about a hundred feet in size.

There are also many platforms in the hall, all of which are covered with white light, and it is obvious that there are restrictions.

Lin Fan roughly counted and found that there were about twenty or thirty platforms, almost half of which were empty. On the remaining platforms, there was an exquisite jade bottle placed, which exuded a mysterious atmosphere, making people unable to help but feel anticipation.

Lin Fan did not open the restriction rashly, but calmed down, activated his powerful spiritual sense, and searched carefully.

Who can guarantee there isn't a third level here? Be careful, there might be even greater opportunities hidden there.

His spiritual sense turned into fine silk threads, covering every corner of the hall, from the ground to the walls, and then to the ceiling, leaving no inch or millimeter untouched, and he explored it over and over again for dozens of times.

The entire hall was fully visible to his perception, but apart from the platforms shrouded in restrictions, he did not find anything special.

Just when Lin Fan was about to give up, his sharp sense finally caught a hint of something unusual.

There were extremely faint spatial fluctuations in the sky above the center of the hall, which would be difficult to detect unless one was extremely careful.

Lin Fan's heart suddenly moved, and he quickly walked to the center of the hall.

He raised his head, staring intently at the airspace, observing it more carefully with his spiritual sense.

The time of an incense stick passed quietly, and Lin Fan suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a flying sword shining with golden light.

He clenched his right hand quickly, and the vast spiritual power and domineering destructive sword intent were instantly injected into the sword. A gray-gold sword energy, wrapped in a sharp momentum, whistled out.

The sword energy shot towards a specific position high in the sky like lightning.

In an instant, a hazy light shield appeared in the sky. There was a crisp "click" sound, and then the light shield cracked into a passage about ten feet wide.

Seeing this, Lin Fan jumped into the passage without hesitation.

Only after he entered did he discover that this was a mysterious space several hundred feet in size.

The space was gray and his vision was slightly obstructed, but the rich spiritual energy that hit him instantly lifted his spirits.

The spiritual energy here is extremely pure. Just one breath will make you feel comfortable all over. It is more than ten times that of the outside world. It is definitely an excellent place for cultivation.

(End of this chapter)