Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

At this time, Ling Yun was walking on the street. This place was called Ye Shuang City, which was a relatively medium-sized city in the Cang Tian God Realm.

Ye Shuang City was bustling with people, shops were lined up, gods and ordinary warriors were intertwined, and the sound of the market was noisy.

He tried not to make himself too conspicuous. He put away the Shura Sword, put on a black cloak, and a trace of cunning flashed across his eyes.

After escaping, he also knew that this incident would soon cause a sensation, and it was the best policy to find a place to avoid the limelight.

Just as Ling Yun was about to move forward, his eyes fell on an independent two-story building in front of him. The three big characters "Yao Yue Tower" were hung high under the eaves. It was obviously an inn.

Ling Yun frowned and was about to move forward, but found that the atmosphere inside the inn was a little different from the outside world, as if hiding some secrets.

"Why do I always feel a little familiar..."

Ling Yun pondered in his heart and decided to go in.

Walking into Yaoyue Building, Ling Yun found that the layout here was quite simple and quaint. Every piece of furnishings was full of traces of time, and even the air here was full of vicissitudes.

A middle-aged man seemed to be the shopkeeper here. He looked Ling Yun up and down and smiled slightly, "God, do you need to book the whole building, or just one room?"

Ling Yun raised his eyebrows: "Since you have good eyesight, give me the best room."

The shopkeeper laughed: "God is really generous, then please go to the second floor, Yuqing Pavilion is waiting for you."

Ling Yun walked to the second floor. There was a string of wind chimes hanging on the door of Yuqing Pavilion. The crisp bell sounded with the door opened. The room was fragrant and the layout was simple and exquisite.

He breathed a sigh of relief. This should be enough to hide for a while.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and a figure rushed in from outside the door. It was a drunken man with a beard, unkempt hair, and ragged clothes.

"Are you the Ling Yun?" The big man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Ling Yun frowned: "Who are you?"

The big man laughed: "It doesn't matter if I tell you, I am the Feng Langzi of the Azure Dragon Divine Sect!"

A cold light flashed in Ling Yun's eyes: "So you are here to die."

Feng Langzi widened his eyes and grinned: "Do you think you are safe here? Let me tell you, the entire Yeshuang City is the territory of my Azure Dragon Divine Sect!"

The two of them fought almost instantly, and the second floor of Yaoyue Building immediately turned into a chaotic battlefield. The collision between the strong was like the collapse of heaven and earth.

Ling Yun's Shura Sword danced, competing with Feng Langzi's Divine Sect secret skills, the laws collided, and the magical powers were everywhere.

The shopkeeper and many guests were stunned by the sudden battle. They hid aside and dared not say much.

Finally, Ling Yun's sword energy flashed, and Feng Langzi was stabbed in the chest, and blood splattered.

The battle in Yuqing Pavilion stopped in an instant, leaving only the coughing and gasping of Feng Langzi lying on the ground.

Ling Yun's eyes were as cold as ice. He hung the Shura Sword above Feng Langzi's throat and exerted a little force, forcing him not to move.

"Why did you come to trouble me?" Ling Yun asked coldly.

Feng Langzi swallowed nervously, and squeezed out a few words from his bloody mouth: "Because you beat Brother Shuanghua seriously."

Ling Yun frowned, and a trace of doubt flashed through his mind: "Shuanghua? Who is that?"

Feng Langzi widened his eyes, as if surprised by Ling Yun's ignorance: "You dare to hit my brother Shuanghua, and you dare to ask me who Shuanghua is?"

Ling Yun pondered for a moment, and suddenly remembered the fierce battle in the Cangtian God Realm!

Could it be...

"You mean, the person I defeated before?" Ling Yun's eyes flashed with a glimmer of enlightenment.

Feng Langzi gritted his teeth, his face full of resentment: "Yes! That's Brother Shuanghua! You hit him so hard, do you think Qinglong Shenmen will let you go?"

Ling Yun curled his lips, looking a little impatient: "What a trouble. You clowns really think I will take it seriously?"

Feng Langzi roared angrily: "Don't be complacent! Although I lost to you, Qinglong Shenmen is not something you can deal with alone!"

Ling Yun smiled contemptuously: "Wasn't you very arrogant just now? How come you are left with only a dog's tail now?"

Feng Langzi wanted to refute, but he knew that his current situation was probably irreversible, and he was also a little afraid of Ling Yun's strength in his heart.

Ling Yun did not continue to attack Feng Langzi, but pushed him aside, his eyes deep: "Go back and tell your Qinglong Shenmen people that I, Ling Yun, don't have time to play with you little bugs."

"But if anyone dares to make trouble for me again, I will not hesitate to cut the grass and root it out."

Feng Langzi nodded tremblingly, he had thoroughly experienced Ling Yun's strength.

Ling Yun stopped looking at him, turned around and walked to the window, quietly looking at the night view outside the window.

Feng Langzi climbed up with difficulty and wanted to leave Yuqing Pavilion.

Qinglong Shenmen, a sacred place of gods hidden in the mountainside, surrounded by mountains, gurgling water, spring-like four seasons, quiet and peaceful.

However, Shenmen was not calm at the moment. Feng Langzi walked into the main hall with scars all over his body, panting.

The candlelight in the hall was bright, and sitting on the main seat was a middle-aged man in a green robe, with an awe-inspiring majesty between his eyebrows. This was the head of Qinglong Shenmen-Tianming Zhenshen.

Standing next to Tianming Zhenshen was a burly old man with a leaping flame embroidered on his fiery red robe. This was the famous Liehuo Elder in Shenmen.

Feng Langzi knelt on the ground and reported today's events to Tianming Zhenshen.

His words were full of resentment and anger: "Master, Ling Yun doesn't know the heights of the world. He not only injured Brother Shuanghua, but also openly attacked me in Yuqing Pavilion."

"I can no longer compete with him, and I ask the master to take action to avenge my disciple!"

After listening to Feng Langzi's words, the expression on True God Tianming's face changed from indifferent to gloomy, and a cold murderous aura emanated from him, directly lowering the temperature in the hall.

"Ling Yun?"

He said coldly: "You actually dare to run wild on my Qinglong Shenmen's territory!"

A trace of anger flashed in Elder Liehuo's eyes. He looked at Feng Langzi's injuries and snorted coldly: "Where did this Ling Yun come from? Even people from my divine sect dare to fight! Tian Ming, this kind of person Can’t let it go!”

A cold light flashed in True God Tianming's eyes, and the tea cup in his hand was gently crushed by him, "How dare you hurt my disciples of the Qinglong Divine Sect, and how dare you act arrogantly in front of my door!"

"Does he really think that my Qinglong Shenmen is a soft persimmon?"

The prodigal took the opportunity to fan the flames: "Master, you must not let him go."

"Although I am not his opponent, I believe that the leader and Elder Liehuo will be able to subdue him and avenge us!"

True God Tianming pondered for a moment, and the anger in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a decisive look: "Fenglangzi, you go down to recover first, and I will handle this matter. As for Ling Yun..."

He spoke for a moment, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the endless void and reach the endless stars: "Let him taste the price of challenging my Qinglong Divine Sect!"

True God Tian Ming glanced at the people in the hall with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Tie Yi, You Sha, and Cai Yu, the three of you form a killer team and set off immediately to take down Ling Yun!"

Three figures walked out from the corner of the hall, with strong bodies and a unique murderous aura.

They are the three major killers of Qinglong Shenmen, and each has terrifying methods.

"Yes!" The three of them responded in unison, and then disappeared into the hall.

As night falls, the stars in the sky twinkle brightly.

Ling Yun stood on the top floor of Yuqing Pavilion, feeling the fluctuations between heaven and earth, with a trace of vigilance on his face.

Suddenly, a cold air hit him from behind. He turned around instantly, swung out the Shura Divine Sword, and faced the cold air head-on.

I saw a man in black, holding an icy spear, confronting Ling Yun.

This person is Yousha, who specializes in ice-cold techniques.

Ling Yun sneered: "It turns out that you are a loser of the Qinglong Divine Sect, and you dare to challenge me?"

Yousha snorted coldly: "Ling Yun, you are too arrogant, today is the day you die!"

Just as the two were fighting, Ling Yun sensed a sharp force on his left side. He quickly jumped up to avoid the sharp attack.

A man wearing iron armor and holding a giant blade suddenly appeared. It was Tie Yi. He was tall and tall, like a moving iron tower.

"Ling Yun, you have nowhere to escape!"

Ling Yun smiled slightly, flashed to avoid Tie Yi's attack, and slashed at Yousha with the Shura Divine Sword.

Suddenly, there was a crisp bird song in the air, and a woman in colorful clothes fell lightly. She was Caiyu, who specialized in sonic attacks.

Ling Yun was surrounded by three killers. Facing the three-party attack, his face was solemn and his Shura magic was operating to the limit.

Every time he repels one person, the other two will immediately attack. The three of them coordinate so seamlessly that Ling Yun is overwhelmed.

"court death!"

Ling Yun shouted angrily, the murderous intention in his body gushed out like a tide, and the Shura magic skill was used to its extreme, instantly dyeing the surrounding space with blood red.

Tie Yi, You Sha, and Cai Yu all felt an irresistible pressure, but they were battle-hardened killers after all. They immediately stabilized their position and launched a fierce battle with Ling Yun.

The Yuqing Pavilion under the starlight became the stage for a peerless battle.

The three killers intertwined countless sparks with Ling Yun, and every attack carried the intention of killing.

The Shura Divine Sword behind Ling Yun turned into a long dragon and fought fiercely with the three of them.

He knew that this battle was by no means a bellicose one, and he had to find a breakthrough as soon as possible, otherwise he would be in dire straits.

A cold light flashed in Ling Yun's eyes, and he used mysterious footwork, misaligned with the attacks of the three killers.

He seemed to have seen through their attack route and was able to dodge easily every time.

"You are not qualified yet!" Ling Yun sneered mockingly.

The Shura Divine Sword behind him suddenly emitted a dazzling red light and turned into a bloody storm.

The highest level of Shura's magical power, the bloody wind, instantly formed a huge whirlpool, sucking the three killers into it.

Tie Yi was pulled directly to the center of the whirlpool by this powerful suction force, his face changed drastically, and he shouted: "Boy, you are playing with fire and burning yourself!"

Yousha and Caiyu didn't dare to be careless. They used their own magical powers to resist this indescribable force.

But the power of the Shura Divine Art was so overbearing that it was almost difficult for them to gain a foothold.

"Damn Ling Yun! When I come out, you will die without a burial place!"

Iroha cursed through gritted teeth.

At this moment, Ling Yun had found an opportunity.

He jumped lightly and avoided Tie Yi's final blow.

Then, he immediately turned into a stream of light and headed straight outside Yuqing Pavilion.

"Chase!" Tie Yi roared.

However, under the Shura Divine Art performed by Ling Yun, the three of them had been severely injured and were unable to pursue them immediately.

Ling Yun teleports as fast as a ghost.

Traveling through the city, he sometimes leaps on rooftops and sometimes runs quickly along the streets.

The assassins chasing him were like hounds that had lost their target, running around Yuqing Pavilion.

"Damn it, that guy is as fast as a ghost! Hurry up and find him!" Tieyi roared angrily.

"The master will not let you go, Lingyun!" Yousha snorted coldly.

But Lingyun had gone far away, leaving only a misty figure and the cold night wind.

He knew that the hatred with the Qinglong Divine Sect had already been formed, and he would have to be careful in the days to come.

Lingyun took a deep breath and hid his body in this mysterious night.

He felt the ancient and desolate air coming from the front, and from a distance it was an abandoned old house.

The old house was surrounded by weeds, as if it was a trace left by the years.

Under the moonlight, the dilapidated door seemed like an ancient scar.

"This place is hidden."

Lingyun whispered to himself and slowly walked into the abandoned yard.

The broken corridor in the yard echoed with the crooked wooden pillars, and the stone slabs on the ground had been mottled by the erosion of time.

Ling Yun chose a small building that looked relatively intact. He gently pushed open the door. Inside was an old furnishing. The dusty time left a strong sense of history here.

Ling Yun found a bed by moonlight and sat down gently. He unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a scarred chest.

The blood color was like blooming cherry blossoms, unique and cruel.

He took out the pill from his body, silently chanted a spell, and the pill in his hand turned into a red light and drilled directly into his wound.

Immediately, he felt a warm current flowing through the wound, and the wound was healing.

"Fuck, you bastard from the Qinglong Divine Gate, do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Ling Yun cursed with gritted teeth.

Then, he began to operate his Shura Divine Art. The red light of Shura Divine Art flowed in his body. Gradually, the red light combined with the medicinal power of the pill to form a red ocean.

His injuries recovered quickly in this red ocean.

Suddenly, Ling Yun felt a powerful divine power coming from all directions. This divine power merged with the Shura Divine Art in his body, giving him endless energy.

"This ancient house... is a little unusual."

Ling Yun's eyes flashed with surprise, but now he had no time to explore the secrets of this ancient house. He needed to recover his strength as soon as possible and prepare for the next battle.

The sky gradually brightened, and Ling Yun had recovered 70% of his strength.

The night was deep, and the silent courtyard of the ancient house was accompanied only by the chirping of crickets and the sound of the wind.

Ling Yun thought it would be an undisturbed night, but soon after, a series of footsteps came from the entrance of the courtyard.

The footsteps were not orderly, as if several people were rushing in.

Ling Yun's heart tightened, and he immediately used the Shura Divine Art's invisibility technique, his figure condensed in the shadows, and merged with the darkness.