Yang Ning couldn't wait to test the strength of his body. He raised his sword and gently swiped his left hand.
Sizzling...
Then Yang Ning felt the sharpness of the divine blade, but it was obvious that the stinging pain did not really penetrate into his flesh.
"It's effective, but..." Yang Ning also knew that it was his first practice after all, and the effect of the Dragon Reverse Technique was not very obvious yet. However, compared to the Demonic Qi Tempering Body, it is still a bit stronger.
Yang Ning stood up, looked at the solidified blood around him, and then glanced at the killing sword in his hand. It was obvious that the momentum of the killing sword had increased.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Little Qilin couldn't hold it in any longer, so he stood on Yang Ning's shoulder and asked.
"Let's go out now." Yang Ning also felt uncomfortable staying in this death pavilion. Yang Ning looked at the death pavilion and saw no door that could be used to go out, which made Yang Ning depressed for a while.
The aura around Yang Ning began to increase, the killing sword buzzed, and a sword was aimed at the surrounding wall. Since he could not walk out of the death pavilion normally, he could only break through it with brute force.
On the killing sword, as Yang Ning's sword heart became stable again, the rules of the sword became more fierce.
boom……
There was a roar.
Deafening.
Even Yang Ning and Xiao Qilin felt it was harsh and unbearable.
Yang Ning instantly understood that the Death Pavilion was not strong enough, at least with his current strength.
Moreover, the surrounding walls can not only reflect sounds, but also attacks. The power of his sword just now bounced back.
The Lingtian Art in Yang Ning's body was running, counteracting the sword power just now. Yang Ning is very powerless in such a pavilion.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Little Qilin asked.
Yang Ning also fell into deep thought. The furnishings in this pavilion were very simple. Apart from a futon, there were only jade slips that had been integrated into her body...
"Jade slips, yes, jade slips..." In Yang Ning's mind, the practice of the Dragon Reversal Method flashed over and over again.
"Could it be said that... the Dragon-Reverse Technique has been completed?"
"No, this is unlikely." Yang Ning knew that it would be too difficult to achieve this anti-dragon method unless he had the essence and blood of a true dragon, but the essence and blood of a true dragon...
Yang Ning thought it was impossible even if he thought about it, because the True Dragon Essence and Blood required for the Dragon Reverse Method was not ordinary True Dragon Essence and Blood.
Because the word "ni" requires the blood essence and blood under the reverse scale of the true dragon's essence and blood. Not to mention that you can't see the true dragon, the true dragon will not give it to you even if you really see the true dragon.
But Yang Ning knew that his desire to go out to the Death Pavilion must have something to do with the Dragon Reverse Technique.
Yang Ning sat cross-legged again, because the True Dragon Qi had been completely transformed into his foundation, so Yang Ning was not worried that the True Dragon Qi would be consumed.
Yang Ning could only practice the Dragon Reverse Technique over and over again.
In Yang Ning's body, the roaring breath of ten thousand dragons appeared again, but at this time, the Qilin True Blood also began to burn in Yang Ning's meridians.
Soon, Yang Ning's body felt as if she had fallen into a mountain of fire, and it was extremely hot.
"Woo hoo hoo..." Little Qilin seemed to be smiling as he looked at Yang Ning's body that was gradually turning red.
Roar……
Faintly, the sound of Qilin roaring came from Yang Ning's body, accompanied by the sound of dragon roaring.
The luster of the scales on Yang Ning's body surface became clearer and clearer. As a steady stream of spiritual power poured into Yang Ning's body surface, Yang Ning's physical body was strengthening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Faintly, real dragons can be seen circling, as well as unicorns roaring.
Yang Ning didn't know if it was right for him to practice like this, but he couldn't change it now. The true blood of Qilin had been integrated with his body, and even carried the breath of a true dragon.
During the continuous practice, Yang Ning once again sat in meditation for three days.
boom!
There was a roar in Yang Ning's body. As his physical body strengthened, Yang Ning's cultivation level reached another level. The extreme realm was triggered, and his cultivation level deepened.
But Yang Ning knew that he was still far away from breaking through to the fifth level.
This kind of meditation practice is no longer beneficial, Yang Ning can only get up.
"Woo hoo hoo..." Little Qilin was no longer bored.
The moment Yang Ning stood up, little Qilin stared at the futon under Yang Ning's butt in disgust.
"Are you saying that you don't like this futon?" Yang Ning's eyes suddenly lit up. That's right. Since he came in, all his thoughts have been on the anti-dragon method in the jade slip, but he has ignored it. futon.
How can a futon that can withstand the baptism of time and remain unchanged under the erosion of time be a mortal thing.
Moreover, there is only one furnishing in this Death Pavilion: the futon, which is the key to the real Death Pavilion. It is on the futon.
Yang Ning's mental power enveloped the futon, and there was nothing surprising about it. It looked ordinary.
It wasn't until Yang Ning killed him with his sword that he realized how extraordinary the futon was.
This futon is actually integrated with the surrounding Death Pavilion as a whole. But this futon is not like the surrounding walls of the Death Pavilion, which can rebound attacks. On the contrary, Yang Ning's sword just now was actually absorbed by the futon.
It seems that if he wants to go out, he only needs to move the futon or destroy the futon directly to open the door out of the Death Pavilion.
Yang Ning tried his best to calm down his heart, and the sword kept screaming on the killing sword, and he swung the sword down.
There are one hundred and thirty ways to draw a sword.
Huhu...
The sword light shuttled through and disappeared into the futon in an instant.
"Huh?" Yang Ning was stunned. After one hundred and thirty superimposed sword drawing techniques, the futon was not damaged at all.
"this……"
"Woo hoo hoo..." The little Qilin also joined the ranks of destroying the futon. The Qilin's holy fire spurted out from its mouth and began to burn the futon with the high temperature of the holy fire.
Although there are no obvious signs of damage to the futon, the futon is not without any changes because the futon is gradually bulging.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Little Qilin was also puzzled. An ordinary futon, but his own holy fire could not light it, and even burned it.
But Yang Ning became happy.
"Little guy, continue..." Yang Ning kept waving the sword in his hand, and the swords poured on the futon.
The futon that originally looked flat finally continued to swell with the continuous output of one person and one beast.
Even at this moment, it is no different from a ball, but there is no damage. This makes Yang Ning unable to help but love the material, but he has to destroy it.
"Little guy, continue..." Yang Ning shouted, the sword in his hand kept shaking, and the power of collapse spread out from Yang Ning's body. With each pour on the sword, the sword in Yang Ning's hand Just a buzz. Junqu Pavilion
"Breaking sword!" Yang Ning tried his best, even using it at the extreme level, and the powerful sword poured into the killing sword from Yang Ning's body.
Then the sword fell.
Rumble…
The power of collapse instantly shattered the futon.
The fire splashed, with the futon exploding in the center, and the holy fire belonging to Qilin completely exploded.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Little Qilin was also a little unexpected, and hurriedly wrapped himself and Yang Ning with his own flames.
Rumble…
A crack appeared on the wall of the Death Pavilion.
Yang Ning saw the right moment, jumped with the little Qilin, and got through the crack.
Buzzing…
The entire Death Pavilion buzzed, and the sound of futons exploding could be heard constantly.
Yang Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like she had escaped from death.
"The rest of the life after the disaster..." Yang Ning's body was full of exhaustion. He turned around and looked at the Death Pavilion behind him. It still stood among the broken walls and ruins, and finally slowly disappeared into it.
"Huandao Sect, so scary..." Yang Ning had to admit that the Huandao Sect was so powerful during his lifetime. Yang Ning had already confirmed that this pavilion arranged in eight formations of Qimen must be a selection of the Huandao Sect. The method is to gamble with "death" and fight for life. It is a very cruel and realistic method.
"Woo hoo hoo..." The little Qilin also looked very weak. After all, the Qilin Holy Fire had been depleted for a long time. Considering the strength of the little guy's eighth-level ferocious beast, it could only be regarded as the infancy of the Qilin.
"Okay, little guy, go and rest when you are angry." Yang Ning knew that the little guy wanted to follow her, because here, the little guy got a lot of benefits, but after all, the little guy was still in the growth stage.
"Woo hoo hoo..." Sure enough, little Qilin still didn't forget the benefits for himself, and asked Yang Ning to collect more divine crystals.
"Yes." Yang Ning nodded, touched the little Qilin's forehead, and shook his head helplessly. The little Qilin disappeared on his finger, and Yang Ning also absorbed hundreds of holy crystals, and then began to go deep into the ruins again.
The sky above should not be the sky, but an environment lit by powerful formations. The power of Huandao Sect made Yang Ning feel that even the current Tiandao Sect could not compete with it.
But even such a force can only be submerged in the dust of history as the years go by.
In front of him was a dry jungle, with no green in sight, only scattered tree trunks standing under the dust.
With a gentle touch of Yang Ning's fingers, a tree trunk hugged by three people turned into fly ash and dissipated in the air.
Yang Ning didn't stop much, quickly passed through, and finally came to a flat land that should be a square.
There was no danger. Yang Ning passed through again and finally stepped onto the steps. The real hall of Huandao Sect should be in front of him. Yang Ning murmured in his heart, but under the dust of history, only dozens of white jade pillars were left standing.
"Who can be immortal?" Yang Ning stared at the white jade pillar and could only sigh. Even though he was extremely powerful in life, he would only become the dust of history after death.
Who can remember that such a powerful force once existed, and who can know that under the abyss, there will be such a sect that makes the entire continent tremble.
"Who can be immortal?" Yang Ning's aura suddenly changed at this moment. It was actually a growth of realm, tending to a breakthrough in the unity of nature and man.
"..." Yang Ning was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
After passing the steps leading up to the main hall, we finally arrived under the white pillars.
"The only things that are immortal are the human heart and history."
"Perhaps, a real immortal can truly live forever." Yang Ning murmured, surrounded by dust everywhere under the white jade pillar.
Suddenly in front of the white jade pillar, Yang Ning felt a powerful aura gathering.
"Is there anyone alive?" Yang Ning thought about it, but felt it was impossible and started to be wary.
"Who is it?" Yang Ning's sword flashed in his hand,
"Who dares to trespass into the Huandao Sect?" The voice was like a loud bell, floating between the white jade pillars, and an unclear figure gradually rose between the white jade pillars.
There, it should be directly above the main hall, because the figure of this person still maintains a sitting posture.
"I think you are the former leader of the Huandao Sect, right?" Yang Ning asked.
"Yes, this sect is Huan Sheng, the leader of the Huandao Sect." But soon, Huan Sheng heard the problem in Yang Ning's words and asked: "You said it was in the past? What is the past? Do you mean the Huandao Sect? already……"
I saw Huansheng's illusive hands starting to hold his head, as if he was experiencing great pain.
Yang Ning did not retreat. Although he could not feel the realm of Huansheng cultivation, after all, Yang Ning was also a person who once stood at the top of the mainland, and his courage was naturally different from ordinary people.
Yang Ning said: "Huandao Sect has long since disappeared in the dust of history."
"What, the smoke disappeared, no, no, this is impossible..." Huan Sheng's body suddenly erupted with a terrifying aura, which made the entire site tremble, and dust and smoke flew everywhere in an instant.
