C542 Hongyi
C542 Hongyi
In these five trials, he had experienced the trials of the sea of fire, the prairie, the clouds, the glaciers, and so on, and every trial was extremely dangerous, especially during the trial of the sea of fire. The person guarding this trial was a young man, and his domineering fire sword aura made Mu Yi feel a great deal of pressure.
No one knew why when Mu Yi entered the training grounds, whether it was the Sword Essence Energy s or the Spirit Power s that were infected by the cold energy, they seemed to be sealed by ice and could not be used. Gatekeeper was also a very powerful expert in body refining, his body which had gone through the forging process of the Heaven Symbol s, dragon blood, and other spiritual medicines would not be able to withstand the strength of the ice, but in the end, Mu Yi's entire body was covered with wounds, making him qualified to enter the stage. However, it was strange that after he passed it was because the injuries from the previous battle, Mu Yi's body quickly recovered.
Along with the passing of the first five trials, there was only one trial left, and that was guarded by the first sect head of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion. This was also the trial that determined one's own fate, and after that, a pitch black crack appeared on the ground of the glacier. Looking at the crack that appeared, Mu Yi rushed towards it familiarly, and in an instant, he entered it.
After Mu Yi dived into another spatial crack, the visibility was very low. Once again, the surroundings were enveloped in darkness, and after a series of heaven and earth revolutions, Mu Yi found out that he fell into a bottomless pit. His body kept falling, and the sound of wind whistled past his ears.
After falling for an unknown amount of time, Mu Yi could hear the sound of rustling in the air. A clear wave of air swept over, causing people to feel refreshed, and the next moment, as if there were a large number of scenes going on around, Mu Yi found himself in a vast bamboo forest. The cool breeze blew up a rolling green sea.
Mu Yi, who was floating in the air, looked around. This bamboo forest was so endless that it was almost impossible for him to fly out. It seemed like this piece of green was his last trial.
His body flashed as he flew towards the green sea below him. His body was instantly covered by the green sea, and a gust of wind blew again, bringing up waves of dark green waves. It gave people a feeling of calmness, as if everything was very peaceful.
A gust of wind blew across the bamboo leaves on the ground, and a figure landed gracefully. The surrounding bamboo leaves flew with a sense of freedom, gently landing on the ground, and as they looked around at the green bamboo leaves, their eyes were filled with green, and rustling sounds could be heard from time to time.
Mu Yi randomly found a direction and walked forward. The things around him were all the same, green bamboo, and this was the trial ground. In the end, even if he didn't move, the guardian of this realm would appear in his line of sight in a different way.
Walking in the bamboo forest, the cool breeze made Mu Yi have the thought of secluding himself again. After many years of traveling outside, even though Mu Yi looked very powerful on the surface, he was still weak on the surface.
"Wait!"
At the moment he stepped into the bamboo forest, he couldn't help but be affected by the aura here, causing his inner feelings to be pulled out from the depths. At that time, he was also immersed in this feeling, and was almost confused by the seemingly peaceful bamboo forest.
When Mu Yi came back to himself, the bamboo forest around him had still not changed. The breeze was still blowing, and the bamboo leaves were still falling down, as if nothing had changed at all.
After hesitating for a moment, Mu Yi chose to continue forward. Not long after Mu Yi walked forward, a small house appeared in Mu Yi's line of sight. Seeing this, Mu Yi slowly walked towards the small cottage in front of him.
At the same time, an old man was wearing a white robe, and his white hair was simply coiled behind him, giving off a feeling of energy. In front of him was a long table, and on it was a snow-white piece of paper, which was pressed down with a ruler.
The old man seemed to have not noticed Mu Yi's arrival. He picked up the brush and slowly moved it closer to the white paper, then he gently waved the pen in his hand.
Sword!
Mu Yi looked at the calligraphy on the white paper and thought of the old man's calligraphy. The old man's calligraphy was excellent, his calligraphy was excellent, his calligraphy was good, his calligraphy was good, his calligraphy was good, his calligraphy was good, his style was vivid, his Feng Shen was cool and relaxed, if it was sold in the market, it would definitely be sold at a sky-high price, but if the calligraphy reached such a level, it would not treat his work like this.
Under Mu Yi's gaze, the old man stopped writing after he finished the word sword. Then, he slowly placed the brush shaft to the side. His old eyes, which had once again regained its turbid color, looked at Mu Yi slowly as if he wanted to see through him.
"Senior!"
This man was most likely the Gatekeeper at the last checkpoint, and he should be the first Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, Hong Yi. Mu Yi had obtained this information after passing the trial, so he felt that it was the key to his fate.
"For you to be able to come to this old man's side means that you have sufficient strength. I believe you have already heard a lot from the other pavilion masters, right?" Hong Yi slowly asked as he looked at Mu Yi. His voice gave people a kind feeling, as if the old man in front of him was a gentle person.
"Senior Liao Pang, but junior really wants to know how the God Coffin Ancient Sword will change."
Although Hong Yi gave people a kind feeling, Mu Yi did not think that such a character could open up the Myriad Sword Pavilion and push the Myriad Sword Pavilion to the head of a sect that did not care about the number of its leaders. Just how powerful was this person that an ordinary person would not be able to do such a thing.
"It's good for a young person to be neither arrogant nor impatient, but when it's time to show off, a trace of it must be present." The old man said as he held his hands behind him, but he didn't answer Mu Yi. Instead, he slightly closed his eyes as if he was feeling the wind that was blowing in from the bamboo forest.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior."
Seeing this, Mu Yi nodded his head and said. Mu Yi was not depressed at all because Mu Yi did not answer his question.
"Do you smell the sword?" Just as Wu Tie finished his words, Hong Yi, who had his eyes closed, spoke slowly. His expression seemed to be glued to some kind of mental state.
"What?"