Yang Ning seemed to have lost his mind and collapsed.
The entire sea of consciousness is like the end of the world.
Yang Ning's aura began to fall continuously, and his spiritual power began to escape from the sea of consciousness.
The realm is falling again and again.
Yang Ning never thought that in an instant, she would have nothing. No, it was more terrifying than having nothing.
The pressure around him was still there, and his body was still being broken into pieces.
Without the support of spiritual power, the cracks in the physical body were far more violent than the recovery.
"Ah..." In front of the Zhenwu steps, Yang Ning felt that he was reaching his end in an instant.
Do you want to die here?
The gray-yellow breath, at the moment of leaving the body, went straight to the three words "Zhenwu Palace". It seemed that the back there was calling, and it seemed that the gray-yellow breath was actively approaching him.
The back figure didn't seem to feel the gray-yellow air approaching, and still stopped and stared there, with its long gown fluttering and long hair flying...
Yang Ning has been desperate, using the abnormality of Lingtian Jue to continuously restore himself, and at the same time building the Hongqiao of Heaven and Earth, hoping to use the power of Zifu to prevent himself from being in crisis at this moment.
The spiritual power continued to dissipate, but under the pressure of the surroundings, it could not dissipate for a long time. Even the spiritual power almost condensed into lines under the pressure at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was still changing, becoming more and more condensed, and finally It became filamentous, and then it was relieved.
Little Qilin looked puzzled and jumped off Yang Ning's shoulders.
"Uh oh uh..." It seemed to ask its owner what happened, but the only answer was a scream.
"Uh oh uh..." The little unicorn was like a playful child, jumping around Yang Ning a few times, but found that its owner ignored it and seemed a little bored, so the little unicorn began to wander around this area. stand up.
With less than a hundred meters left, the little Qilin quickly arrived in front of the Zhenwu steps.
"Uh-huh..." Little Qilin was a little confused and climbed up the steps.
A ray of golden light fell.
"Uh-huh-huh..."
It seemed that the little Qilin's voice had an effect, and the golden light did not hurt the little Qilin.
"Uh-huh-huh..." Little Qilin was ignorant and continued to move forward on the steps.
Finally, I climbed up the steps and saw a platform nearly five feet tall. The words "Zhenwu Hall" were in the middle of the hall, but on both sides of the platform, two stone beasts squatted on the platform.
"Uh-huh-huh..."
It is completely the grown-up version of Little Qilin, almost exactly the same as Little Qilin.
"Uh-huh..." Little Qilin looked at the two stone unicorns, seeming to have some intimacy with them.
"Uh oh uh..." No one knew what the little unicorn wanted to express, and kept running back and forth between the two stone unicorns.
He called this, and then asked that, but between the two parties, only the sound of "Uh-huh-huh" echoed.
Yang Ning in front of the steps can be said to be miserable at this moment. Due to the loss of a lot of spiritual power, the whole person has suffered a huge loss of energy and spirit. He can no longer stand, and even sitting has become a luxury.
The pressure continued, destroying Yang Ning's body, and the flames belonging to Qilin blood were still burning, but because Yang Ning's body had already developed a certain degree of resistance, it began to slowly refine the holy fire.
The sword body was almost completely destroyed. Under the blood-red body surface, countless pores were constantly opening, trying to absorb spiritual power, but there was no replenishment between each swallow.
The blood was still flowing, and the entire sea of consciousness was almost empty. All Yang Ning's foundation, all his efforts, and all his achievements returned to the starting point in an instant.
However, Yang Ning still did not give up, because in the sea of consciousness, those spiritual objects that suppressed the original cultivation were still there.
The inner elixir of the flying bird...the holy medicine Xidimanzhu...
Compared to others, the holy medicine unexpectedly actively released energy at this moment. Two of the original nine petals had already fallen off. Perhaps because of the energy release, the third petal began to pour out and separated from the original petals. range and started to fall.
The vitality maintains Yang Ning and will not die immediately, but it is also in a dying state.
The consciousness has long been blurred, the soul has begun to tremble, and the mind cannot be condensed at all...
"Is this the end?" Yang Ning was unwilling to accept it. The hatred in his heart and the longing for the two of them kept emerging.
"I'm not willing to give in..." Yang Ning shouted hysterically, her voice echoing.
The gray-yellow aura came close to the figure, like a dragon shadow, and began to circle around the figure, as if to attract the man's attention, but the figure still stopped and stared, looking up to the sky, unable to see anything. , but it makes the figure unable to leave.
"No, if this continues, you will definitely die." Yang Ning's remaining consciousness kept prompting Yang Ning.
"Even if I have to crawl, I will move forward..." Yang Ning's consciousness condensed unprecedentedly at this moment...
The tired body began to move, bit by bit, inch by inch...
The distance of a hundred meters keeps getting closer...
"Uh-huh..." It seemed that the cry of the little unicorn finally got a response. There seemed to be some kind of pulling between the two stone unicorns. Two rays of light shot towards the little unicorn from between the two stone unicorns. .
The fiery red light was not fierce, but full of gentleness, shrouding the little Qilin.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh..." Little Qilin was confused.
Suddenly, a hole appeared between the two rays of light, as if leading to an unknown space.
"Uh-huh-huh..." Little Qilin jumped in curiously.
"Uh-huh-huh..." Little Qilin disappeared on the platform.
Yang Ning is still crawling, even if there is an abyss ahead, she cannot stop her, because she wants to become stronger and continue to become stronger. Only in this way can she get her revenge, return to Wan'er, and meet Hui Ni. , can I go see my parents ten years later...
Yang Ning has too many things that are hard to let go of, and too many worries that she can’t let go of...
Although he didn't know what was waiting for him ahead, Yang Ning had a feeling that as long as he entered this Zhenwu Palace, he would be able to recover.
The distance between time and distance seems to be stretched infinitely. The distance that should have been reached in the blink of an eye is now a nightmare for Yang Ning...
Yang Ning didn't know how many times she wanted to give up, but every time she was on the verge of collapse, she persisted, persisted...
An hour...
Two hours...
Yang Ning finally climbed to the front of the steps.
There was a trail of blood behind him, and traces of struggling limbs could be seen vaguely.
But the figure in front of the three words "Zhenwu Palace" remained unmoved. It seemed that the sky was falling and the earth was falling, unable to disturb the figure to move.
keep going.
Yang Ning's body was already like mud, but her unyielding will held on to her body. Even if it was broken, even if there was only a trace of will left, Yang Ning never gave up.
Only by becoming stronger, only by constantly transforming, can you get what you want, can you have a blood feud, can you and Wan'er last forever, can you be happy with your best friend...
Yang Ning's body was ignited with a raging fire of fighting spirit, even if it meant burning his soul.
The flesh and blood on his hands were blurred, and the white bone stubble was faintly exposed, but Yang Ning didn't care.
Blood flowed in front of the steps, bright red and dazzling.
The grayish-yellow aura still surrounded the figure, and the figure was indifferent to everything outside.
Only three words continued to emit golden light, illuminating the space, making it colorful, and everything seemed to be still.
But on Yang Ning's finger, in the Qingming ring there, under the ground of Yu Abyss, the Demon Lord's eyes were solemn, which came from the fear in his heart.
"How could this happen?" Demon Lord was puzzled.
"Why is he here?"
"Also, he seems to be..."
Even the Demon Lord didn't know whether the staring figure in front of the steps was real or fake, but the gray-yellow gas flying out from Yang Ning's sea of consciousness shocked the Demon Lord.
Unless one wishes it, even the Great Luo Immortal cannot detect a person's sea of consciousness.
This is also the reason why the gray-yellow energy is in Yang Ning's sea of consciousness, but is not known to the Demon Lord.
But why does this kid have a sallow air?
How many years ago, this gray-yellow energy killed them all, and their fellow clan members suffered countless casualties. And the root of everything was this gray-yellow energy. No, there was also a sword, one in the hands of Emperor Zhenwu. sword.
However, the sword is not in hand now.
Where have you gone?
The demon king kept thinking about it in his mind, but the information about the sword was very vague. It seemed that until he was sealed, he never saw the Zhenwu Emperor Sword leave his hand.
Also, what is he looking up to?
The Demon Lord followed the figure's gaze and seemed to be able to empathize with it, but he gained nothing.
"It seems that the realm is not high..." He can be called a great emperor, and his gaze can be compared to that of a demon king.
"That little guy seems to have received a good inheritance." Although the Demon Lord cannot produce the Qingming Ring, with the loosening of the seal, the Demon Lord can already feel the outside world to a certain extent.
As for Yang Ning, Demon Lord did not make any remarks and seemed to be unwilling to mention it.
Yang Ning is still crawling...
The blood was dripping, and only the subconscious was left in the consciousness, driving Yang Ning and not letting him give up.
One step at a time...
Finally came to the platform, where the little Qilin disappeared, but Yang Ning did not stop.
The steps were bloody, but Yang Ning was still struggling.
Not far from there was the main entrance of the hall. Although it was tightly closed, Yang Ning did not stop and continued climbing.
Maybe it was Yang Ning's perseverance that moved God, or perhaps Yang Ning's will touched some people's heartstrings...
As he continued to advance, Yang Ning's consciousness seemed to gradually become clearer.
Is the pressure weakening?
No, Yang Ning clearly felt that there seemed to be a breakthrough in his physical body.
Snapped!
Snapped!
…
The bones crackled, and Yang Ning finally came to an end. Raging flames continued to spurt out from Yang Ning's body, and every pore was enlarged unprecedentedly, but the surroundings were still empty, without any trace of aura.
Yang Ning smiled bitterly. After all, he was still too impatient...
Yang Ning struggled to stand up. With the repair of Ling Tian Jue, the surface of his body had recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The sword intention circulates on the surface of the body again, as bright and clean as jade, slightly tinged with blood.
Yang Ning tried to punch, and the space was shaking.
Yang Ning was very satisfied. Although Yang Ning couldn't remember how many times he broke through his limits during the process, every inch and every step was soaked in blood.
boom……
The sound was dull and seemed very ancient.
The palace door finally opened.
Yang Ning didn't even think about it and stepped in directly.
The moment he entered the palace, the Demon Lord's mental telepathy was suddenly cut off in the Qingming Ring.
"As expected of Zhenwu..." The Demon Lord was a little helpless. Even if he regained his full strength, he would still be unable to compete with him. And now that his strength is absolutely inferior, how could he argue with Emperor Zhenwu.
When Yang Ning entered the main hall, the first thing he felt was the aura of antiquity and prehistoric times, and then he felt as if he was in a space between heaven and earth, with the earth under his feet and the sky above his head.
It seems that in the whole world, I am the only one, I am the master...
"So broad..." Yang Ning felt sincerely.
Yang Ning continued to move forward and came to the center of the hall. It seemed that he was alone in the entire world...
Who is this person left behind? Yang Ning guessed: It is very likely that he is the Zhenwu Emperor recorded in the ancient book.
But is he an immortal?
Standing high above the people, overlooking the mountains.
Yang Ning clearly felt this feeling.
