Chapter 623: The Void-Breaking Spear Is Destroyed?

Lin Fengmian, with the Wind and Thunder Sword wrapped around him, looked at Jing Xinghui coldly, with a cynical smile on his lips.

"You dare to attack me even though you know it's me? It seems that you are very confident in your formation!"

Jing Xinghui stared at Lin Fengmian like a hungry wolf, and his eyes looked at the Wind and Thunder Swords around him from time to time.

"I hate you the most, a conceited royal child, but I really don't dare to kill you."

"How about you give me that set of flying swords, and I'll spare your life?"

Lin Fengmian naturally wouldn't believe such nonsense. If he really gave him the sword, wouldn't he die faster?

"Don't say so much nonsense. If you want my Wind and Thunder Sword, come and get it, as long as you have the ability!"

He raised his hand, and twenty-four flying swords soared into the sky, flexibly rotating and interweaving in the air, and finally spliced ​​into a huge magic sword.

This magic sword exudes a sharp breath, as if it can tear through the void, and slams into the formation set up by Jing Xinghui.

Seeing this, Jing Xinghui's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly used all his strength to drive the formation defense.

However, Lin Fengmian's wind and thunder sword was extraordinary. With one sword, the formation collapsed instantly and scattered like broken glass.

The moment the giant sword landed, it split into 24 flying swords. They were like flexible fish, shuttling in the air and surrounding Jing Xinghui.

"Do you think you trapped me?"

Lin Fengmian floated in the air, looking at him playfully, and chuckled: "In fact, I'm just afraid of scaring you away, otherwise, do you think you have a chance to trap me?"

Jing Xinghui looked unbelievable, and black sharp cones flew out from his body, trying to break out of the formation.

His attainments in formations were indeed not low, and he made the Eight Desolate Wind and Thunder Formation composed of 24 flying swords shake a little, but that was all.

The Eight Desolate Wind and Thunder Formation composed of the wind and thunder swords was unbreakable, trapping him tightly.

Seeing this, Lin Fengmian waved his hand again and said, "Go!"

Twelve more flying swords flew out of his body, and joined the previous twenty-four flying swords. Thirty-six wind and thunder swords set up the Eight Desolate Wind and Thunder Formation.

These flying swords echoed each other, flying in the formation, trapping Jing Xinghui in the formation, and stabbing around him.

Jing Xinghui parried awkwardly and said hurriedly: "Your Highness Wuxie, I was wrong this time! We are all disciples of Jun Yan, please hold your hand!"

Lin Fengmian said playfully: "I still like your unruly look."

Jing Xinghui begged for mercy: "As long as Your Highness is willing to spare my life, I am willing to apologize!"

Lin Fengmian said coldly: "No need, kill you, and your things are mine too!"

Since this secret realm is isolated from the outside world, it cannot be monitored, it cannot be recorded, and there is no supervisor to follow.

Then in this lawless land, as long as it is not Yueyinglan and others, who can't I kill?

Since Jing Xinghui dared to attack me, I must be prepared to be killed in return.

Just in time, I also want to try the power of this wind and thunder formation!

A trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he stood in the air, driving the Eight Desolate Wind and Thunder Formation with all his strength.

A dazzling flash of lightning flashed in the formation, and Jing Xinghui's angry roar came from time to time.

A moment later, Jing Xinghui, who was struggling to hold on in the middle, was pierced by the wind and thunder sword and fell down as a charred corpse.

After Lin Fengmian served him to the point of crushing his bones and scattering his ashes, he took away his storage ring and the broken magic weapon on the ground.

He looked around in the ancient formation and found that it was actually a teleportation formation.

The broken monument at the edge of the teleportation formation seemed to have been engraved with a broken map of the Mitian Secret Realm.

However, part of this map was deliberately destroyed by someone, and the traces on it were still very new, obviously it had just been destroyed.

Lin Fengmian's mind moved, and he really found a rubbing of the map in Jing Xinghui's storage ring.

It seems that after Jing Xinghui found the broken monument of the map, he directly destroyed the map and planned to wait and see with this thing.

Although the map is still seriously incomplete, it can at least indicate the direction.

According to the broken map, Lin Fengmian found that the place where he was seemed to be a teleportation array called the God-Descending Platform.

This God-Descending Platform is located in the south of the Mitian Secret Realm. It is one of the portals to the Mitian Secret Realm. In the past, it should be easy to reach various places in the Mitian Secret Realm with this array.

But at this moment, the array has long been scrapped, so there is naturally no way to teleport.

The core area of ​​the secret realm is called the Mitian Domain, where most of the buildings in the Mitian Secret Realm are gathered, such as the Mitian Peak, the Burial Valley, the Sutra Pavilion, the Imperial Spirit Hall, etc.

The landing point of the Broken Void Spear seemed to be just in that core area.

In addition to these core buildings, there are some functional buildings such as the Spirit Beast Mountain, the Spirit Medicine Valley, and the Sword Casting Pool scattered around.

Lin Fengmian then understood why he didn't find anything valuable after searching for a while. It turned out that he had been wandering around the outer area.

Since he got the map and knew that there was nothing valuable here, Lin Fengmian didn't waste time here.

He did not fly to the core area immediately, but to the sword-making pool closest to him.

In this case, don't expect the spiritual medicine and spiritual beast to be intact, and it would be good if they don't mutate into those monsters that are neither alive nor dead.

The sword-making pool might have some gains, after all, the sword-maker would at least leave some written records, and maybe find something.

At worst, there will be some spiritual liquid left to nourish the sword by himself, right?

On the way, he couldn't help but doubt, is this Mitian Secret Realm really an ancient secret realm?

Why can I understand the words on the map?

Lin Fengmian has a clear goal. He quickly identifies the direction according to the map and terrain along the way, and flies towards the sword-making pool like lightning.

As the sky gradually turned white, the gray fog around seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to slowly retreat to the core area, as if that was their nest.

Lin Fengmian looked at the place where the gray fog retreated without blinking. After waiting for a long time, he still did not see the golden light rising.

He felt a thump in his heart and was a little powerless to complain.

Lord Sun, your guiding light only guides the way for one day?

Is the quality a bit inferior!

How can you let me find the Broken Void Spear like this?

Is the extinction of the Broken Void Spear part of the assessment or an accident?

Lin Fengmian felt that it was probably the latter!

However, he had already flown halfway, so he could only continue to fly blindly.

He made up his mind to go to the Sword Casting Pool to find out first, and then go to the core area to find the Broken Void Spear.

After all, if he couldn't find the Broken Void Spear, he might find it difficult to leave this secret realm.

Before, when he was flying aimlessly, he had already felt the vastness of this secret realm.

Now that he had the map, he realized that this secret realm was much larger than he had imagined. No wonder he hadn't seen any other trial participants for a long time.

After another two hours of flying, Lin Fengmian finally arrived at the so-called sword-casting pool.

On the top of the mountain, there was a huge lake. The lake was extremely calm, like a mirror reflecting the gray sky, revealing a hint of weirdness.

There were dense shadows under the lake, as if there was something underneath, vague and unclear.

In the center of the lake, several huge halls stood, but now they had collapsed and only broken walls and ruins were left.

These halls were once magnificent, but now they are dilapidated and have long been reduced to the nests of monsters.

And over the years, it is unknown how many disciples who participated in the assessment have visited here.

At this moment, a wave of spiritual power came from the hall, attracting Lin Fengmian's attention.

He frowned slightly. Could it be that someone has already got there first?

With a cry, Lin Fengmian looked strange. He was familiar with this voice!

Ye Yingying?

He was about to go in and take a look when a chill emanated from inside, as if someone had cast some magic spell.

Lin Fengmian's expression suddenly changed drastically, Senior Sister Chen?

He no longer hesitated, used the Evil Emperor Technique to conceal his aura, and quietly slipped in.