Roaring and shaking, mixed with invisible attacks. Although it has no independent consciousness, the eight palaces of Qimen are changeable, coupled with the influence of the surrounding environment, making Thunder Dragon almost indestructible.
"Roar……"
Like a thousand waves, the surrounding ripples continued, rippling, and the invisible attack appeared in the air, and it was so powerful.
In Yang Ning's body, holiness bloomed. After the three petals fell off, Xi Di Manzhu was no longer pure and flawless. It seemed that the sleeping beauty was gradually beginning to transform. It was decorated with green and white, making it look more sacred.
It is precisely this little bit of green, a little bit of vitality, and even a situation of expansion.
The obscure airflow finally stopped. Even the Prime Minister of Heaven and Earth would avoid giving way to a stronger force. This was Yang Ning's opportunity and he couldn't miss it.
Yang Ning controlled the operation of Ling Tian Jue and gradually gathered the heart veins. He had no worries and naturally wanted to completely remove this internal threat.
The sword intention surged and gradually approached the obscure air flow. Dark Gray seemed to sense the crisis and began to run around, but Yang Ning could also let go of such an opportunity.
The holy power shrouded it, leaving no chance at all, leaving an empty door, reaching directly outside the body, and then slapping it from all sides, beginning to put pressure on the dark gray airflow.
Sure enough, the obscure airflow seemed to sense something was wrong and began to move around, but the surrounding area had been wrapped by sword intent and holy power, leaving only one place.
After two breaths, the obscure airflow seemed to have found its direction and began to spread in the direction reserved by Yang Ning. The dark gray gradually faded, and Yang Ning finally breathed out.
The threat inside the body is resolved, and as long as the killing energy is not allowed to enter again, only the powerful Thunder Dragon will be left around.
boom!
Du Palace shook, and countless small dots erupted around it, completely exploding.
puff……
The blood was bright red, and Yang Ning flew out again.
The Thunder Dragon also dimmed a lot, especially the water vapor around its body. With the collapse of the twelve collapsing swords, the entire Thunder Dragon, which looked nearly a hundred feet in size, shrank a lot.
Roar……
The roaring continued.
In Dumen, four or six are surplus, and when overflowing, they come out; nine is the ultimate, and one of them comes out, and the supplement is earth. The number of earth is impermanent, and it comes out in form, blending with heaven and earth, forming a neutral trend.
Yang Ning gradually understood something. He stared at the surrounding environment and thought in his heart: Four or six are surplus, which is the realm of Dumen Palace. Since ancient times, nine has been the ultimate number. In other words, during this period, there was a person who was escaping, and this escape was gone. The one turns into the number of earth, which means that this one is a dragon.
"So that's it." Yang Ning suddenly realized, and then his eyes fell on the shape of the thunder dragon. Sure enough, Yang Ning found the expected connection.
"There." Yang Ning pointed with his sword light, where the dragon's tail connected with the earth, which was the connection between the number of the earth and the escaped one.
As long as he cuts off this connection, the remaining one will have nowhere to go and become a lonely ghost.
Yang Ning's eyes gradually turned cold. The dragon's tail was nearly twenty feet away from him. He had to pass through the roar of the thunder dragon before he could reach the land of the dragon's tail. Only after getting close could he truly let go of his body. The sword used its full force to completely cut off the only connection between them.
The sword covered the sword body, and blood red became the mainstream. When the sword was swung, a blood color suddenly appeared. Yang Ning followed closely behind, clearing the way with his sharp edge, and moved forward indomitably.
Sizzling...
The air exploded, and the sword edge broke through the ripples.
Eighteen feet...
Ten feet...
six feet...
Close...
The green shirt exploded, and the sword body had cracks. Blood flowed, staining the space red.
But Yang Ning knew that she must not give up, otherwise she would be completely shattered by the sound of Fu Yin.
Roar……
Fuyin continued, constantly blocking Yang Ning's progress, and constantly washing away Yang Ning's sword body. Only the original blood color of the sword was left, and the sword was even more exhausted.
There was no time to be distracted. Yang Ning concentrated his mind and concentrated on a sword. At this moment, there was only less than three feet away from the dragon's tail. The huge dragon claws were lingering in front of Yang Ning's eyes, which made Yang Ning feel distracted.
Dragons have been mysterious creatures since ancient times. Even if Yang Ning is knowledgeable, he has only heard about them from legends. The huge dragon shape is so close in front of him, and Yang Ning's soul is different from ordinary people, and he feels frightened. .
"So that's it..." Yang Ning murmured. Among the Dumen, he had already seen Sue, but the only thing he had never seen before was the panic here.
Yang Ning hurriedly guarded the sea of consciousness, only to see that in the depths of his own sea of consciousness, the deepest part of his foundation, the gray-yellow aura was like a needle that fixed the sea, standing still.
"The power of fear..." Yang Ning smiled slightly. Now it seems that the aura obtained from the Tianque Sword is even more mysterious. It actually overcomes the fear in the innate. Yang Ning is overjoyed.
The Dumen Palace was shaking, people were chanting, dragon roars shook the sky, the huge dragon shape seemed to be the master of this world, constantly putting pressure on Yang Ning, causing waves of panic.
But Yang Ning has overcome it and there is no need to worry at all.
After adjusting his condition, the sword appeared again, and Yang Ning wanted to gather his strongest sword.
Although there were constant groans around him, Yang Ning seemed to be independent from anything at this moment, standing still under the gaze of the dragon's claws.
Yang Ning was also secretly glad in her heart. After all, this thunder dragon had escaped from the world. If he really missed it, he would probably die under this claw without a burial place.
Yang Ning's breath seemed to disappear from the Dumen Palace. The whole person seemed to have no breath. If it was not clearly visible, it would even be ignored.
However, in Yang Ning's body, the power that had been exclaimed in fear was gathering.
With the killing sword in hand, Yang Ning closed his eyes tightly, and the ripples flapped. Yang Ning was indifferent, because only by cutting off the connection, only by cutting off the connection between the earth and the thunder dragon, could the Dumen Palace be truly broken.
Finally, after ten breaths, Yang Ning took action.
Fast as thunder.
The sword suddenly flashed.
The blood burst out, like a flash in the pan, and the whole person was like a sword light, and the short distance of three feet was instantly reduced to nothing.
Zhizhi...
The air is shattering, the space is shattering.
The sword light shines directly.
The art of sword drawing.
In just ten breaths of time, Yang Ning gathered fifteen sword-drawing skills.
Stacking fifteen lines is also Yang Ning's limit.
The whole space seemed to be rising and falling.
Huhu...
In an instant, he reached the dragon's tail.
boom……
Yang Ning felt that his hand was numb, and the sword light just followed the force of inertia and struck the dragon's tail.
The ripples began to break, cracks appeared on the ground, and countless water droplets appeared around the originally somber area.
Roar……
The sound gradually faded away.
laugh!
The dragon's tail snapped in response.
The entire Dumen space was finally shattered.
Everything in Yang Ning's eyes changed.
"Finally broken..." The dazzling brilliance made Yang Ning dare not look directly, so she could only close her eyes temporarily.
At the opportunity that Yang Ning couldn't see, because he was beheaded as he escaped, he was separated from the ground. The thunder dragon dissipated, and the gurgling spring returned to life again. The chilling aura also disappeared without a trace, and the sound of Fu Yin disappeared...
The world returned to tranquility, leaving only Yang Ning alone in the space.
At this moment, a purple brilliance rose from the small spring.
"Which one is it?" Yang Ning felt it in his mind and immediately followed it with his mind.
Regardless of the physical damage, Yang Ning followed the escaped one, because Yang Ning understood that this one would guide him to break through the Eight Palaces of Qimen and reach the core of the burial site.
Yang Ning did not dare to be careless while wielding the sword, because everything ahead was unknown, and no one knew what dangers there were in this burial ground.
The purple light flew by, and Yang Ning followed closely. He had already jumped nearly a hundred feet away, and finally disappeared without a trace.
Yang Ning stopped. Below was a group of palaces, and below, many cultivators had gathered.
Yang Ning landed and saw some familiar people.
These people have obviously passed through the Eighth Palace of Qimen and come to the real core.
"Medicine Palace..."
"Weapon Hall."
"There is also the Enlightenment Hall here."
"Xinde Palace."
"..."
Yang Ning counted carefully and found that the number of halls actually reached ten. Yang Ning had to admire the owner of this place for being able to explore so many roads in the half-step mountaineering realm.
Yang Ning blended into the crowd and saw Xinye and the five true disciples of Qingyue Sect who were still far ahead. Qiang Rong and Little Leiyang King were also among the crowd.
What surprised Yang Ning was that Qin Ningyi was also here.
"Who are you leaving?"
Qin Ningyi didn't hide anything and said: "Shengmen."
"It's just a long passage that goes straight to here." Qin Ningyi still looked noble, maybe she would only show her weak side next to Yang Zhen.
"That's great." Yang Ning nodded and asked, "What's going on here?"
With so many halls, it is impossible for so many people not to enter, otherwise there would not be so many people gathering.
"The owner here is very weird. There are ten halls, but everyone is allowed to choose. They can only enter one, and then find their own opportunities among the ten halls..." Qin Ningyi explained.
"It's really weird that you can only choose one of the ten halls..." Yang Ning smiled bitterly. This may be a difficult choice for geniuses like them, but after all, there is still a choice, but for the one at the front It will be a difficult choice for the twenty peak mountain-building realm experts.
"This is not the weirdest thing. The weirdest thing is that this strong man during his lifetime said that his inheritance is hidden in one of these ten halls. Therefore, the twenty mountain-building realm strong men are very distressed. So in the end, we had no choice but to block all the geniuses from entering." Qin Ningyi told Yang Ning what she knew.
"This is too..." As Qin Ningyi explained, Yang Ning became even more speechless. Didn't this cost the lives of these twenty peak mountain-building experts? There were twenty experts in ten halls. But the inheritance can only be carried out by one person. No matter how good the mentality is, twenty peak mountain-building realm experts will be tortured by such a choice. It's strange that they have to let all the gods choose.
"Just watch quietly." Yang Ning said helplessly. With his current cultivation level, not to mention the peak of the Mountain-Building Realm, even the intermediate level of the Seventh-level Mountain-Building Realm can kill him.
"Brother, look there..." As if aware of Yang Ning's arrival, Qi Mo, among the five true disciples of Qingyue Sect, leaned towards Xiang Heng.
"I didn't expect this kid to break out of the Eighth Palace of Qimen. His fate is really tough, but..." Xiang Heng hesitated.
"Senior Brother, there is no need to worry. After a group of powerful men discuss the outcome, I will follow him into a hall and kill him to avenge Elder Liao Tao." Qin Yu held the Green Moon Blade in his hand, flickering on and off. The murderous intention flickers in and out.
"Remember, it's better to be careful and don't be careless. You must know that our target is not Yang Ning, but the Fengwang Palace." Xiang Heng explained.
"I will." Qin Yu said, staring at Yang Ning and snorting coldly.
"He is..." Yang Ning's mind was sharp. He sensed that someone was detecting him and immediately searched for him. However, he quickly disappeared without a trace. For a moment, Yang Ning was elusive. He weighed in his mind: Could someone else be plotting against him?
At this moment, the twenty peak mountain-building realm experts at the front began to make moves.
"no."
"That is, if you want to pass on the inheritance, it is impossible for everyone to rely on their own abilities and cooperate."
It was obvious that twenty strong men could not truly live in peace.
At this moment, King Leiyang spoke up and said, "I think this is it. It's not an option for us to continue like this."
"You're right..." said a peak mountain-building expert.
"We have exactly twenty strong men here, and there are ten halls here. Two people can enter each hall. As for who can get it, it depends on personal chance. However, only one of the two can enter and get it."
"Okay, let's do it."
