It is not a day or two to transform into a god, but it is not a year or two. In a short period of time, it is impossible to advance to the next level, even if there is enough opportunity.

What you transform into a god is to cultivate artistic conception and perception, and perception takes time. This time can be long or short, but it is definitely not as simple as several months.

Therefore, his cultivation level is in the early stage of God Transformation. This level of cultivation is considered to be middle and upper level here. It should not be able to attract the attention of the person in Daotian Pavilion. However, the moment Jinlin entered his space, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. This had never happened before, but it was precisely because of this that his inner changes were revealed.

Qiu Jian held a long sword in his hand, but did not draw the sword, but looked quietly at the man in front of him. The man in front of him was not old, but he was no longer young. On the contrary, this man always looked so lonely, like an unwelcome sword, but he could always remember his sharpness.

Jin Lin was also looking at the woman in front of him. He was unfamiliar and very strange, but now he became more familiar. This familiarity comes from the woman's previous actions. Jin Lin was not ten or eleven years old. On the contrary, he reached the most wonderful age in his life. Therefore, some things always touched his heartstrings intentionally or unintentionally.

The attitude of the woman in front of him made him feel turbulent. Of course, it was not a feeling of love, but a little confused.

The dark scabbard flipped slightly in his hand, just like his heart, with many questions that made him unable to calm down.

"The cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage is not too bad, on the contrary, you are very strong."

After a moment, Qiu Jian stopped smiling, his expression began to calm down, and then nodded and said to Jinlin.

Jin Lin also said: "I can't see your cultivation level, but my friend said you are in the distraction stage."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Jian turned his head and looked out of the space, saying, "It's the guy from Dan Peak. I heard that the alchemy technique is good, but you actually told you this. Do you believe it?"

Jinlin nodded, his eyes firm.

Qiu Jian didn't say anything else, but slowly drew out the sword.

The dark red sword sheath slowly retreated, revealing the sword body. The sword body had a faint yellow color, and some fallen leaves-like patterns appeared on it. At this time, the autumn sword slowly waved. At first glance, I thought several yellow leaves falling in the wind.

A sword intent dissipated, and Jinlin only felt a little pain on his cheek, but he still did not draw the sword.

"The sword energy dissipates outward, this is the realm that many sword cultivators dream of. I didn't expect you to achieve it."

After closing his eyes and feeling it for a moment, Jin Lin did not realize that he was facing a great enemy, but instead admired him.

Qiu Jian nodded slightly, thinking that the person in front of him was indeed a good person, and this state of mind alone was already eye-catching.

"Oh, I think it's not difficult for you to do this."

Qiu Jian asked back, and Jin Lin stroked his eyes with one hand, without any fluctuation. Just with such a light stroke, rays of rays of embroidery needles flew out of his body. These rays were not any magical powers, but the power of the body. The moment these rays appeared, several monks with thoughts suddenly felt the sting of their eyes, and the next moment, they had to withdraw.

Qiu Jian's face became solemn. The cultivation of this sword energy was not the cultivation of magical powers, but the physical body's understanding of the sword. To a certain extent, the physical body practiced as a sword, which focused on understanding and the potential of its own body.

Jin Lin's move has obviously reached a certain level. Even if his cultivation is lost, his sword energy can be discharged and he can kill the enemy.

Qiu Jian slowly dissipated the sword energy. This time, she was a little weaker and simply dissipated.

The glow outside the golden scales also gradually retracted into the body.

At this time, the Qiu Jian's long sword danced, but it was not attacking Jin Lin, but dancing the sword alone in front of Jin Lin. Everyone was puzzled, but they saw that Jin Lin's face gradually became solemn, Chang Wufeng automatically, and then slowly closed their eyes.

"What's going on?"

Some people can't understand it. One person dances with swords and one person closes his eyes. There is nothing but it makes people feel a crisis.

"It's artistic conception, but the artistic conception is free to be fully concentrated and relaxed, and only they can see it."

The man from Daotian Pavilion explained that when the junior sister danced with her sword, he didn't feel abrupt, but the moment Jinlin closed her eyes, he was also surprised.

As he said that, he a little bit towards the void, and then the space where the two of them were began to change.

A white mist appeared in front of everyone's eyes, but the mist quickly dissipated and replaced by a world.

Seeing this, everyone thought that this time was an artistic conception. There was something wrong with the artistic conception battle, but it was different.

The world is very monotonous. Apart from the fallen leaves piled up on the ground, only Jinlin and the other two were standing. However, Qiu Jian was still dancing the sword, while Jinlin still closed his eyes.

Qiu Jian suddenly stopped dancing, shouted lightly, and saw no movement. The fallen leaves piled up under the feet of the two suddenly blew up. The fallen leaves danced with the strong wind, circling in the air, and finally formed a big dragon. After the big dragon roared, it twisted its huge body and swallowed towards the golden scales, with a powerful aura.

Many people were about to call Jinlin to be careful, but they found that at this moment they did not make any sound. The only thing in the whole world was the big dragon twisting, and the scales made of leaves were ringing, making the eardrums hurt.

Before the dragon approached Jinlin, Jinlin gently pointed the sword in his hand towards the ground.

This seems not surprising, but at this moment, the swallowed dragon suddenly exploded and could no longer form a body, let alone move forward, only fallen leaves flying all over the sky.

Jin Lin still did not open his eyes, but continued to slowly raise the sword and then click again.

Then I saw countless fallen leaves still, but Qiu Jian’s eyebrows and eyes slightly condensed. The next moment I saw that the still fallen leaves suddenly split into two.

The leaves continued to fly, but the number was more, to be precise, twice as high, but if you look closely, you will see that the leaves are half smaller.

A wisp of wind blew away the covered area between the two.

Jin Lin still closed her eyes, but Qiu Jian looked solemn.

"Open your eyes."

The person who spoke was Qiu Jian, and anger came from his voice.

Jinlin slowly opened his eyes when he heard this.

Qiu Jian's face was slightly slower and he said, "Have you seen this artistic conception?"

Jinlin shook his head. The two met for the first time, so they naturally didn't know about it before.

Qiu Jian said: "Then why do you know how to crack it?"

Jinlin said: "I don't know, but I just feel that if the five senses are closed, then there is a difference between me and the fallen leaves in your artistic conception, so how do you distinguish where I am?"

Jin Lin said it very plainly, and compared himself to a fallen leaf without perception, so he naturally cannot feel the changes in artistic conception, so he can crack it.

However, Qiu Jian seemed to be dissatisfied with the answer, or the tone, and continued: "I want you to open your eyes and fight me."

Jinlin paused, nodded, and agreed. Qiu Jian saw this with a hint of surprise.

"You're ready."

Qiu Jian said softly, then sighed with a move, and a yellow light appeared somewhere in this world, and she said in her hand in a flash.

Jin Lin was also a little curious. After a closer look, he realized that this was a piccolo.

However, unlike ordinary piccolos, this piccolo has nine small holes, which means there will be only nine melodies.

Jin Lin was unmoved, just waiting quietly for Qiu Jian.

The autumn sword blew the flute, and at this time the wind was also blowing in the world.

The wind was not strong and very small, but the moment the seal appeared, three people's thoughts exploded directly on the barriers outside the space, and outside the giant lotus, three people vomited blood directly and then fell into a coma.

Others were not feeling well, their thoughts suddenly dissipated a lot, and they couldn't help but concentrate on controlling this change.

"Soul-removing song is not good, the golden scales are in danger."

Someone heard the sound of the piccolo and his face changed drastically.

Sure enough, one corner of Jinlin's sleeve dissipated silently, and the wind became stronger at this time, but the sound of the flute suddenly started, as if the sound of the flute turned into a strong wind.

Surprisingly, the strong wind did not blow any fallen leaves, but at this time, the blackness of the golden scales also broke and disappeared without falling to the ground.

Jinlin seemed to have not seen it, and his face was still the same as before.

Mu Ming couldn't help but be shocked for him, because at this time, a blood mark appeared on Jinlin's neck.

Qiu Jian's fingers changed, and at this time, Jin Lin took two steps back and a drop of blood dripped from his eyebrows.

A song of soul-dissolving will also disappear, silently, and this is the portrayal of this.

It was not until this time that Jin Lin slowly lifted the sword and gently retreated the scabbard.

The dark scabbard slowly retreated, and only a series of vague golden colors appeared. Then the gold colors disappeared, only a piece of black iron appeared.
Chapter completed!