"Is it better to cultivate shen power as early as possible?" an elder couldn't help but ask.
"Lin Qian!" the sect leader suddenly spoke.
"Find the mark, set up the main seal formation, it must be completed before nightfall!"
The mood immediately became slightly low.
Even though almost everyone knew that the next sect leader of Kun Lun would be Lin Qian, no one had expected this day to come so quickly. The sect leader's cultivation was unfathomable, he was authoritative, and deeply trusted by everyone.
"We are Kun Lun, this is our responsibility, our mission, we cannot shirk our responsibilities. If it is fated to be sacrificed, then it should be us, us old people! From today onwards, all materials related to the [Body Cultivation Divine Pool], and materials related to core formation will not be supplied to the elders and sect leader. I've already found clues to seven ancient ruins. Each of the ruins will be explored by three elders. It's time for me to move my sword. The remaining elders will head to the front lines to replace all disciples above jindan. Summon all jindan disciples back to the sect to cultivate shen power! We need to find those with talent and nurture them. "
A perfect body slowly floated up from the medicinal pool.
"The old balance has been broken, and a new era has begun. The future of Kun Lun is on these young people. Only if they can win in this chaotic world will Kun Lun be able to win! We cannot use the lives of our disciples to fill those ruins. Each disciple is a part of Kun Lun's hope. It is time for us old people to pave the way for them. Everyone, our light is about to dim. Our era has passed. The only thing we can do now is to use our still sharp swords, our remaining light and heat, our remaining lives, to give them a higher chance of victory in the future! "
"From today onwards, you will be the pavilion master of Sword Pavilion, and form your own Sword Pavilion."
All of the elders had solemn expressions, and their attitudes were strangely the same. Everyone knew that Lin Qian becoming the pavilion master of Sword Pavilion was the wish of everyone and could not be stopped.
Suddenly, a paper crane flew over and landed in Shu Long's hand. Shu Long became alert. He opened the paper crane and immediately had a joyful expression.
As the treasure fleet neared, they could hear the urgent shouts and angry shouts from the sound amplifying seal formation. They rose and fell, clearly audible.
Seeing this, the sect leader said unhesitatingly, "To the Sword Testing Field."
"Elders, do you have any objections?" The Sect Leader looked around at the elders.
The Sword Pavilion was usually empty, and it would only be opened when the Sect Master felt that there was a need for a successor.
"Shen power was comprehended by you. Even though the martial uncles helped you perfect it, you cannot slack off. You need to study it day in and day out."
"All of you, keep your spirits up. Don't blame me for being impolite if anyone drops the ball at this time!"
"No objections!"
Lin Qian's nose felt sore, his eyes blurring. He hurriedly lowered his head, his fists unconsciously balled tightly.
He did not answer immediately. He tried to move his body, and his expression seemed to be a little puzzled.
This unfamiliar body contained astounding power. As he moved, God power flowed naturally. It was indescribable how smooth it was. He tried to integrate the sword will into it, and without any delay, its power skyrocketed.
"Alright!" A white-haired elder nodded and walked to the Sword Testing Stone that had been cut open. He activated his divine power and slashed down with his sword. The sword sank halfway into the Sword Testing Stone.
After continuous hard battles, even the resilient Guard Camp felt tired to death.
However, many factions desired the rich Sand Jie. Up until now, Shu Long had led Guard Camp to defeat battalions of eight different factions!
The shen power they cultivated could not be as pure as the younger disciples. This meant that their potential in cultivating shen power was limited. They had never thought that their hard work in cultivation would become a hindrance to their progress.
He was flawless, a masterpiece of the heavens. All of the elders had satisfied and gratified expressions.
"It seems that we need to start the trip to the ancient ruins as soon as possible," an elder said gravely.
This caused Lin Qian to show a surprised expression. The flying sword in his hand was one of the famed swords of Kun Lun. It was called [Heaven's Fall], seventh-grade. He hadn't expected that it could not endure shen power.
All of the elders couldn't help but have shocked expressions. The Sword Pavilion was an extremely special existence in Kun Lun. Each Sword Pavilion Master would become the next sect leader. He needed to build his own Sword Pavilion. Including the Pavilion Master, there would be nine members of the Sword Pavilion. This would be the foundation of his succession.
Lin Qian's body shook. The entire place was silent.
He sat up naturally. The water on his body was like dewdrops on a lotus leaf, rolling off his body.
All of the elders nodded. All of them had deep cultivation and a deeper understanding of cultivation than Lin Qian. When Lin Qian pointed it out, they immediately understood. Many of the elders had dim expressions. Those that could become elders were either fanxu or quasi-fanxu at the peak of yuanying.
The elders also frowned. Shen power was strong, but it could not even endure a seventh-grade flying sword. This problem was slightly troublesome.
The authoritative and murderous voice was filled with an unparalleled presence.
Kun Lun!
The sect leader had a thoughtful expression. He suddenly said, "Elder Ming, try."
Yet the flying sword in his hand was unable to endure the strong shen power. It melted into liquid metal and dripped down.
Sword Testing Field.
Lin Qian did not notice the expressions of the elders. He was immersed in a strange state.
Hearing this, Elder Ming's expression became solemn. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "Sect Leader is right. After entering fanxu, one is connected to the world and is one with it. If one changes their path, the increase in power is limited. "
But compared to Vermillion Bird Camp, it was still lacking.
"How do you feel?" the white-bearded sect leader asked. Lin Qian could hear the concern in the sect leader's words.
"Quick quick quick! Prepare the material boxes! Prepare to disembark! Do not mess up the order of the teams, move quickly! "
"This disciple is here!" Lin Qian hurriedly responded.
The Elders were all extremely intelligent people, and they immediately began to ponder.
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"As expected!" The sect leader's authoritative eyes flashed as he said in a deep voice, "Once one enters fanxu and cultivates shen power, their power will increase, but they will be much weaker than those that have not entered fanxu."
"That is correct."
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"Yes, a seventh-grade flying sword can melt into liquid metal. I'm afraid that even an eighth-grade flying sword cannot express the power of shen power," another elder sighed. "It would be good if the [Angel Device Raiment] was in our hands. I really don't know how powerful it would be if the two were combined."
When Lin Qian effortlessly cut through the hard sword testing stone like it was tofu, all the elders unconsciously inhaled sharply.
The people of Golden Crow Camp had finally come!
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"Everyone, please! For Kun Lun! "The sect leader bowed deeply, his long snowy white eyebrows falling to the ground.
His slender body, every piece of muscle was clearly defined and symmetrical. The eyes on his handsome and determined face were tightly closed. When he opened his eyes, they were like the vast and deep stars that caused people to lose themselves in them.
"Yes!"
"No objections!"
"Why give up what is near and seek what is far? With so many ruins, there definitely will be one or two shen devices. However, we did not pay much attention to them in the past. "
He looked at the flying sword in his hand, his expression slightly dim. The flying sword in his hand was also seventh-grade but it was completely undamaged. From this, it could be seen that his shen power was much weaker than Lin Qian's shen power.
As soon as the fleet stopped, countless people and chests surged out from the sides of the treasured ships like a flood. The hardship guards on the ground felt the sky darken. In a blink, the entire sky was filled with people and blocked out the sun!
The wind howled. In the sky above the Sword Testing Field, the sect leader's sharp words echoed. Every elder listened with rapt attention. They unconsciously straightened their bodies, a sacred and excited expression appearing on their faces. The dejection they had felt because they could not progress in cultivating shen power disappeared without a trace.
Lin Qian thought for a moment before slowly speaking, "This disciple feels that it is not so. Our shen power is not the same as the shen power of the ancient era. Our shen power evolved from ling power, and can be seen as a new power that uses ling power and sword essence as the foundation, forming its own system. Ling power is still the foundation. Before jindan, ling power is not stable. After fanxu, it forms its own cycle. This disciple speculates that it should be suitable for jindan and yuanying disciples. Those at the peak of yuanying will probably be affected. However, we will not know the final result until we try. "
The marching speed of Guard Camp had always been a problem. Even though Golden Crow Camp thought of all kinds of ways and used all kinds of talismans on them, the effects were not obvious. They cultivated mo skills and were not skilled in using talismans. In the end, it was the ling beasts that Chun Yu Cheng Daren raised that solved this problem.
Shu Long's expression could not disguise his exhaustion. The hardship guards around him were all sleeping. The camp was silent except for the sound of snoring. With the tough bodies of hardship guards, such a scene would only appear when their physical strength was exhausted. He raised his head to look at the white sky. However, the broken walls showed that a fierce battle had just occurred here.
The Guard Camp generals were quickly woken up. Large numbers of scouts were sent out to prevent small groups of enemies from infiltrating and harming the Golden Crow Camp.
A short while later, the vast fleet appeared. Countless black dots appeared on the horizon. Each black dot was a treasure ship.
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"We need to buy time for them, and let them grow up! When they grow up, Kun Lun's future will be bright! "
All of the elders had stern and heated expressions. They bowed at the same time with deep respect and suppressed excitement. They shouted in unison, "We will obey the sect leader's orders! For Kun Lun! "
The sword testing rock was one of the hardest rocks in the world. This sword testing rock was also the largest one in Kun Lun, more than one zhang tall. Even if it was the sect leader, if he used all the ling power in his body, he definitely could not split this sword testing rock in half.
"Lin Qian, tell me your thoughts," the sect leader suddenly said.
"This disciple will not disappoint Master." Lin Qian did not refuse. His expression became calm again. He was not passionate, but the sect leader heard the determination in his words. A hint of gratification flashed through his eyes.
The sect leader's expression was stern and authoritative, the light in his eyes so people could not look at him directly. His snowy white beard moved without wind, his voice like a murderous sword.
So the mission that Gongsun Cha gave him was to protect the flank, the important resource jie, Sand Jie. It did not take much effort to take over Sand Jie. At this time, Xuan Kong Temple did not have much power left to defend Sand Jie.
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