However, the three-section phantom beast was still moving forward, its legs falling from the sky.
"Good guy, this is not going to kill you..." Yang Zhen took a breath of air, and the golden divine light burst out. Fang Tian danced his halberd, drew two halberd edges in the air, and faced him.
boom! boom! boom……
As his feet fell, the surrounding purple-red light seemed to blend in, making the world spin.
Yang Ning's sword was pointed directly at the middle part of the phantom beast, and his arms met.
The sword glowed like ink, aimed at the huge head, and slashed mercilessly.
However, every attack is like hitting cotton, and even the fantasy beast is like an illusion. The attack penetrates directly, but the effect can only make it somewhat illusory, and cannot cause real lethality.
"What kind of monster is this?" Yang Zhen was very depressed. Although he was not injured, the real and oppressive aura made him very unhappy.
Yang Pi's expression was no different from that of the Ink Sword. He had already launched dozens of attacks on his head, but it seemed that he had struck a hollow point with no effect at all. The eyes of the phantom beast were still sharp, and through the Ink Sword, he could A trace of blood flowed from the tiger's mouth.
"This is the guardian phantom beast of Yin Ginseng..." Yang Ning said, slowly remembering something, and immediately screamed: "Seal the surrounding area and scorch the space with flames. This phantom beast is afraid of the fire of the soul." Yang Flames were rising all over Ning's body, and at the same time, the sword light kept slashing, forcing half of the phantom beast's body to form a relatively independent space.
"Soul fire?" The golden tip of Yang Zhen's halberd jumped, and the soul fire that belonged to the divine body bloomed. A long thorn on the halberd instantly pierced a leg.
Hua Hua...
Like cotton, it burst into flames.
"It's really effective!" Yang Zhen was excited. He formed a palm print with one palm, and golden flames filled the sky. He aimed at the remaining leg and struck out with a palm.
Sizzling...
The air seemed to be burning, and Zhou Han, who was standing aside, was slightly startled. Is this the soul fire of a real evildoer? It almost evaporated the surrounding area directly, and even the purple-red air flow was fading away.
The legs were immediately destroyed by Yang Zhen, but at the moment when the legs disappeared, a dark purple light floated away, and Yang Zhen naturally did not know how to let it go.
"Don't be impulsive. This is the essence of Yin Shen. Don't hurt him." Yang Ning hurriedly stopped him. The phantom beast seemed to be the guardian beast of Yin ginseng. To be more precise, it was Yin ginseng that was protecting itself and giving up its essence to transform into a phantom beast. , now that he has been beaten back to his original shape, he will naturally return to his true form.
"Ah, okay." Yang Zhen stopped.
Yang Ning's sword glowed, and the bloody sword burned directly. Wherever it passed, the purple-red light that filled the space was annihilated.
The arms and the main body disappeared instantly, and a ray of light drifted away and merged into the main body of Yin Ginseng.
Yang Pi seemed to be having a hard time.
Yang Pi does not possess powerful soul fire like Yang Ning and Yang Zhen, but a terrifying power slowly emerges from the ink knife.
"Brother Pizi, what are you..." Yang Zhen was very curious when he saw this.
Yang Ning explained: "If you think about it, this is the inheritance of Brother Pi Zi. The sword bone is made by nature. This is the real limit of the sword." Yang Ning sincerely admired Yang Pi in his heart. It is true that he is a swordsman, but more importantly, he established Above the realm, Yang Pi is the purest swordsman.
The only thing in my heart is the knife. It shouldn't be said that except for the few people Yang Pi cares about, there is nothing in his heart except the knife.
I am devoted to the knife, and I am extremely passionate about the knife.
Is it because Yang Pi has outstanding talent? Maybe it has something to do with talent, but the dominance is definitely Yang Pi’s experience.
"This kind of flame should be called sword flame." Yang Ning thought for a long time and named the ink flame on Yang Pi's blade.
It is emitted by the knife, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the knife flame.
Soon, the head of the phantom beast was instantly devoured by the sword flames without any room for resistance.
The ginseng exudes a dark purple brilliance and is filled with fragrance. With the integration of three rays of light, it becomes even more charming.
Yang Ning said nothing, held the killing sword in his hand, and dug directly.
Soon, Yang Ning dug out the Yin Ginseng from the ground and transplanted it directly next to the Qingming Ring.
"Yin Ginseng?" In the Qing Ming Ring, the Demon Lord was slightly surprised. Although Yin Ginseng is in the category of elixir, if it is used properly, it is not an exaggeration to call it a holy medicine.
"Senior." Yang Ning greeted the Demon Lord.
"Plant him to the edge of the abyss, maybe there will be miraculous results in the future." The demon king seemed to value this ginseng very much.
"Okay." Yang Ning didn't hesitate. Even he couldn't match the vision of such a person.
As the ginseng was planted, the fragrance of ginseng slowly spread around. Under Yang Ning's gaze, the ginseng seemed to have found the best place to live, and began to actively absorb the evil energy.
How is this going? Could it be that Yin Ginseng has other effects that I don’t know about, or is it rather strange?
"Don't worry, Yin Ginseng is closer to the feminine power, and the demonic energy is closer to the feminine, so it will be absorbed by it." Demon Lord seemed to be able to sense Yang Ning's thoughts and explained.
However, Yang Ning thought of something else.
The Demon Lord can already sense what is happening on the Abyss, which means that the seal has weakened a lot, which is not good news.
"Thank you, senior." Although Yang Ning became the owner of the Qingming Ring, there was no enmity between him and the Demon Lord, and Yang Ning was helpless.
"King of Sky-piercing Spears?" Yang Ning thought of Jiang Wei, but it was a pity that the genius had died. Otherwise, Jiang Wei's temperament is definitely suitable for the sky-piercing spear.
He promised Dai Mang that he would find a successor for him, but it was a pity that such a talented person was hard to come by.
Yang Ning took out the Qingming Ring, and the group continued to go deeper.
After passing through the stone forest, we can finally see human figures. Along the way down, apart from the bones, there is a dull atmosphere. Coupled with the environment of the burial ground, it is very depressing.
"River?" Yang Zhen was puzzled.
The moment they came out of the stone forest, they saw a rushing river, but it was contrary to common sense, because the rushing river was so clear that you could even see the conditions at the bottom of the river.
"This is……"
"Look, the third true successor of Qingyue Sect is almost passed..."
Vaguely visible, a figure was surrounded by a green moon, but the figure was crooked, flying at the front, and was about to pass through the rapid Qinghe River.
And above the river, there are countless geniuses fighting to cross it.
"Ah..." A scream echoed, but the whole figure had fallen, seemingly out of control, and fell directly into the Qinghe River.
laugh……
A horrifying sound came, and the figure instantly turned into bones at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing with the rushing river.
"Youquan River!" Yang Ning took a breath of air.
"What is Youquan River?" Yang Zhen was puzzled.
"The strong man sits down and transforms into the earth. The meridians of his body gather together to form a quiet spring river, in which flows the strong man's soul power, which can corrode all things."
The biggest feature of Youquan River is that it cannot be invaded by time. It is a cycle in itself. The flowing soul power and the turbulence in the air go and return, forming a natural paradise.
And this is the gateway to the test. Only by passing through the Youquan River can one truly be qualified to inherit the mantle of the strong. Of course, it is only the qualification.
You know, there are tens of thousands of geniuses fighting for the crossing here.
"Eroding all things?" Yang Zhen was even more confused.
"Yes, as long as it does not exceed the realm of life, once the mind is affected, it will be eroded. The person just now is a living example." Yang Ning continued: "Such a strong person should have seen through everything, how could he stay? Could it be that such a dangerous place is a test?"
"It's very possible." Yang Pi nodded, agreeing with Yang Ning's statement
"Test?" Yang Zhen was so beautiful and carefree in his arms.
Yang Ning directly ignored Yang Zhen's doubts. This guy had a big heart. Even though there was danger everywhere, he still looked like he was immersed in a happy life. It would be better not to explain.
Yang Ning scanned the surroundings and found nothing. The Youquan River had cut off the road ahead, leaving only a fast Qinghe River. "It seems that if you want to enter the depths, you must pass through this river."
There were only a few people on the shore, still watching.
"Let's go, let's go up too." Yang Ning flew up and came to the top of Youquan River.
In an instant, an inexplicable force enveloped Yang Ning, and its source was the Youquan River at his feet.
Yang Ning immediately sacrificed the body-protecting Zhengang, and the Youquan River led directly to Youquan. If he was not careful, he would be doomed.
Yang Ning flew carefully and did not dare to speed up at all.
Yang Pi and others also flew up.
But Yang Zhen didn't care at all. Divine radiance enveloped the two of them, golden light emerged, and his divine body was unparalleled. Compared to others, Yang Zhen seemed very relaxed. This was the advantage of his divine body. He was so blessed that even if he held a beautiful woman in his arms, he would not be able to harm her. Influence.
Invisible and intangible air currents are everywhere, constantly eroding the body-protecting true aura, like thousands of arrows firing in unison.
Yang Ning's mind is tightly guarding her soul. Here, once the soul is eroded, it will fall into the Qinghe River and turn into bones in an instant, just like the person just now.
Everyone is fighting for the crossing. In a place like the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, the peak of the mountain-building realm is the king's territory. A strong half-step mountaineering realm will undoubtedly attract competition from many people. Even if he is broken into pieces, he will still be there. No matter what.
The Youquan River is nearly twenty feet long, and its chaotic and turbulent currents are constantly washing away every cultivator along with the rapids.
"Ah..." Another genius fell and turned into bones, disappearing together with Qinghe.
Yang Ning didn't dare to be distracted at all. Even though his soul was strong, his strength had not kept up with him after all. What's more, he was a strong man who had already understood the spiritual power in the half-step mountaineering realm. If there was spiritual aura in it, even if it was Even though your soul is strong, you still have to drink hatred.
Yang Ning's figure kept swaying, and he was already in mid-air, but it felt like he was in a clear river, with turbulent currents washing away, and Yang Ning's body-protecting power had dimmed a lot.
Ling Tian Jue has already begun to operate, and Yang Ning knows the consequences. Once the body-protecting Zhengang is broken, he will be instantly submerged by the turbulent current.
"If this continues, even half of the distance of twenty feet, let alone passing, will disappear." In Yang Ning's soul, the unyielding will gradually became clear.
The speed of his feet was maintained, but the sword light lit up around him.
Three feet of space.
Everything must be cut off.
So what if it's turbulence.
A bloody color appeared on Yang Ning's surface, as if stained with blood, and the turbulence was instantly eliminated, making it impossible to approach.
However, Yang Ning still did not dare to be careless, because for such a strong man, with his meridians converging in one place, and coupled with the flow of soul power, he was like a storm. His temporary stability did not mean anything.
"ah……"
"ah……"
From time to time, screams would be heard, but there was still nothing in the clear river. All the bones would be washed away by the Youquan River, leaving no trace.
In this situation, the genius who has not yet set foot on Youquan River has already retreated. This is the real life, which will never return.
However, leaving now will mean giving up the opportunity to fight for it. It is a half-step mountaineering realm inheritance. In the future, it is very likely that you will make great progress. By then, you will be a real strong man and a real master. The mountaineering realm exists at the pinnacle of the continent.
In the end, these people still set foot on Youquan River.
"Only those who have an unshakable mind, only those who do not change their original intentions, and only those who have unwavering ambition..."
It seems like a war song echoing in everyone's heart. Only by not looking back can this be possible.
The road to cultivation is never smooth, just like the Youquan River in front of you, everyone is fighting to cross it.
