Without thinking or even carefully identifying it, Yang Ning recognized the origin of the stone sword at a glance.
"Tianque Sword."
Yang Ning walked over.
Hold the sword by the hilt.
Strange pain hit my whole body.
"Ah..." Yang Ning screamed, and at the same time, his entire right arm exploded, revealing white bones, and a sword bone was also exposed.
"Brother Ning..." Huan Ling hurriedly stepped forward, but was stopped by Yang Ning.
"Ling'er, don't come here..." Big beads of sweat rolled down Yang Ning's forehead.
At the same time, the gray-yellow aura in Yang Ning's sea of consciousness jumped out of Yang Ning's sea of consciousness as Yang Ning grasped the hilt of the stone sword.
Following Yang Ning's meridians, he instantly reached his right arm.
"Brother Ning, arms, your arms..." Huan Ling stared at the gray-yellow breath, moved forward, moved forward...
The gray-yellow energy poured directly into Yang Ning's sword bones, and then with his palm, it directly entered the Tianque Sword.
Under the eyes of the two people, there was a stone sword. As the grayish-yellow air entered it, starting from the hilt in Yang Ning's hand, the stone sword began to change color.
Simple yet vicissitudes of life.
As if after endless years, Yang Ning held a green peak in his hand.
Zheng!
Don't move and chant to yourself!
The sound of the sword echoed on the top of the mountain, from near to far.
"Tianque!" Huan Ling stared at the word "Tianque" below the sword grid and read.
"Tianque!" Yang Ning's pain finally dissipated. Looking at his miserable, bone-white right arm, he hurriedly wrapped it with Lingtian Jue and Xi Dimanzhu.
But when Yang Ning was running the Ling Tian Jue, he found that the Ling Tian Jue at this moment actually changed from the Ling Tian Jue he had practiced.
"This..." Yang Ning couldn't believe it, because in the past, when he used Ling Tian Jue, because his meridians were thick, he felt like a stormy sea every time. This is also the reason why Yang Ning can recover quickly, but now...
In the meridians, the spiritual power began to be like silk threads. If the movement of spiritual power before was like a mighty river, now it can only be described as a trickle.
"How could this happen?" Yang Ning couldn't accept it, because in this case, would he still have the terrifying resilience he had before?
"What's wrong? Brother Ming..." Huan Ling hurriedly put his jade palm on Yang Ning's back. Ling Tian Jue was running to check Yang Ning's physical condition. However, the moment Huan Ling's jade palm just touched it, , it felt like there was a huge force in Yang Ning's body, which directly pushed Huan Ling's palm away.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Ning's body became hot, as if it was burned by fire. In the meridians of Yang Ning's body, spiritual power also surged, but it followed the burning of the soul fire.
Not only was it burning Yang Ning's meridians, it was also burning the spiritual power surging in Yang Ning's meridians. Then in Yang Ning's strange pain, the spiritual power was transformed into silk threads bit by bit.
"Brother Ning, what's wrong with you?" Huan Ling wanted to get close to Yang Ning again, but was ignored by Yang Ning.
"Ling'er, look..." Yang Ning raised his arm and saw layers of flesh and blood beginning to grow on the white bones at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Yang Ning's right arm was regenerated and restored to its original appearance. Not only that, it became smoother.
At the same time, the pain in Yang Ning's body also eased a lot.
Not only Huan Ling, but also Yang Ning was a little dumbfounded. Is this caused by Ling Tian Jue?
Yang Ning hurriedly looked inside her body and found that the threads in her meridians were getting faster and faster with the operation of Lingtian Jue, but they were still very few.
"Ling Tian Jue, has it evolved?" Yang Ning couldn't explain it, but she could clearly feel that the flow of these threads was more terrifying than the flow of surging river water before.
The burning of the fire of one's own soul is to purify one's spiritual power and then turn it into these threads. So what exactly are these threads?
But soon, Yang Ning smelled a stench.
"Brother Ning, your... your body..." Huan Ling muttered, as if such a stench was coming from Yang Ning's body, Huan Ling couldn't accept it.
However, Yang Ning's expression became serious.
This scene reminded Yang Ning of a word.
Wash the menstruation and cut the marrow.
Yes, only this word can describe this situation.
Yang Ning didn't have time to explain, so he hurriedly wrapped himself and Huan Ling with spiritual power, and the next moment he appeared in the Qingming Ring.
Although Yang Ning did not dare to put some good things in the Qingming ring out of caution, but such necessities of life, Yang Ning had prepared a lot of them in the space where the Qingming ring was.
Soon, Yang Ning was sitting in a wooden barrel and taking a bath.
And in this wooden barrel, Yang Ning placed many elixirs. Although Yang Ning also knew that these elixirs would not have much effect, but since it was to cleanse the meridians and cut the marrow, these elixirs would only be beneficial. Harmful.
"Ling'er, if the time is approaching, please wake me up." Yang Ning asked, then sat cross-legged in the barrel.
The fire of the soul burns in the body, and then slowly spreads outside the body. In Yang Ning's sea of consciousness and Zifu, with the operation of Lingtian Jue, massive spiritual power burns in the meridians over and over again, and then in the soul With the help of fire and Lingtian Jue, it is purified bit by bit and transformed into silk thread bit by bit.
Although Yang Ning didn't know what these threads were, Yang Ning was certain that they had something to do with spiritual power, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed his right arm to recover so quickly.
As for Yang Ning, ten days have passed.
Although the ten days made Yang Ning feel pain and happiness, the process of ten days also made Yang Ning feel like he was in another world.
Yang Ning and Huan Ling came out of the Qingming Ring and stood on the top of the Two Realms Mountain.
When you reach the top, you can have a panoramic view of all the mountains.
Although he couldn't see the scenery below clearly, the feeling of stepping on the top of the mountain and overlooking everything made Yang Ning more determined.
Looking up at the nearby sky, Yang Ning and Huan Ling finally left the top of Two Realms Mountain.
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Liangjie Mountain has always been the symbol of Central China, and it has also attracted many cultivators on the mainland to observe. After all, this is the destination of many peak mountaineering experts. Of course, this destination may also be a new beginning, or it may be will be the end of fate.
However, this does not prevent many practitioners from yearning for Two Realms Mountain.
Therefore, at the foot of Liangjie Mountain, there have always been many practitioners from all over the mainland, which has also contributed to the popularity of Liangjie Mountain to a certain extent.
Ting Yue Ya Holy Land's genius is naturally no exception.
Yang Zhen and Yang Pi also came to Zhongshenzhou and had just observed the majesty of Liangjie Mountain.
However, Yang Zhen and Yang Pi were not in a good mood at all, because they had seen this majestic and towering mountain range before, and had seen it more than once.
On this trip, Yang Zhen and Yang Pi followed Tingyueya Holy Land to Zhongshenzhou. They also heard about the legend of Liangjie Mountain, so they went to observe it.
"Brother Pi Zi, where did Yang Ning go? We have already issued a notice in Xihuang. There is no news about Yang Ning in the entire Xihuang." Yang Zhen and Yang Pi are already disciples of Ting Yue Ya. And because of the strength of Yang Zhen and Yang Pi, Ting Yue Ya was chosen as the seed player to participate in the ranking competition.
However, compared to the entire Ting Yue Ya team, Yang Zhen and Yang Pi's cultivation levels can only be considered above average among them. However, in terms of strength, few people know their true strength.
"I guess he has left Xihuang..." Yang Pi asked. As for the bits and pieces he had felt from Yang Ning, Yang Pi and Yang Zhen did not reveal it at that time, but it was obviously certain that in the past few years, in There is no news about Yang Ning in the entire Xihuang, so it is certain that Yang Ning has left Xihuang.
"Brother Pizi, where do you think Uncle Shengfeng and the others are from? Are they the strong men from Zhongshenzhou?" Yang Zhen said, feeling that his thoughts were a bit fanciful. After all, although Zhongshenzhou and Xihuang were They are connected, but the distance between the two is really too far.
"I don't know." Yang Pi said.
"Now that we are in Central China, we have to take a good trip." Qin Ningyi has already taken the lead to fall from the sky, and below is a small town not far from Liangjie Mountain.
"Well, that's what Ningyi's wife said." Yang Zhen pulled Yu Bing and dropped him directly.
"..." Yang Pi was a little speechless, but he and Qiu Yan fell from the sky.
But in the sky, Saint Tingyue looked enigmatic, and then flew towards the direction of Tiandao Sect.
Soon, a group of five people sat down in a teahouse. While they were tasting the difference between the tea from China and the tea from Xihuang, they were greeted by the Tao.
"Girl, my young master invites you to drink the best spiritual tea." While the five of them were having fun, a strong man suddenly appeared behind Qin Ningyi.
Qin Ningyi turned around and saw the person coming clearly. He was a middle-aged man who looked about fifty years old, but his breath was undetectable.
Qin Ningyi subconsciously clenched the hand held by Yang Zhen. After all, being able to appear behind her quietly showed that his cultivation was extraordinary.
Yang Zhen was not polite and responded directly with Fang Tian painting a halberd.
Canglan Tyrant Body was directly sacrificed and said: "Senior, have you gone too far?" Yang Zhen did not shy away and directly pulled Qin Ningyi into his arms.
"Oh? The famous flower has an owner?" The middle-aged man was not shocked. It was obvious that Yang Zhen was not surprised at all about Canglan's domination of the body. He continued: "Then please invite this young lady to come over and promote a cup with my young master? "But his eyes ignored Yu Bing's figure and looked directly at Qiu Yan.
However, as soon as his eyes fell on Qiu Yan, he was locked by the mystery of the sword.
"So, this lady probably doesn't have a crush?" The middle-aged man's thoughts made Yang Zhen and Yang Pi unpredictable.
The middle-aged man's eyes finally moved to Yu Bing.
"My young master invites you to drink tea!" As he said this, a breath of air from the middle-aged man's body locked directly on Yu Bing.
Yang Zhen and Yang Pi instantly understood that the other party's goal from beginning to end was only Yu Bing, and only a divine body like Yu Bing. When Yang Zhen sacrificed the Canglan Hegemony, and when Yang Pi exposed the swordsman, Why did the other party just ignore it? It turned out that the other party had already figured out his family details.
"Presumptuous!" Fang Tian Hua Ji directly smashed the tea table in front of him, shattering the middle-aged man's aura that was locked on Yu Bing, and said: "Where is your young master?" Yang Zhen was angry.
He was already in a very unhappy mood, and the middle-aged man's repeated provocations completely angered Yang Zhen.
"What? This lady is also your confidante?" A voice came from the third floor.
"sneaking?"
"Come out!" A divine light suddenly appeared, and a courageous momentum rushed towards the third floor.
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, the wooden structure of the tea house shattered, and a wall also disappeared.
I saw a man calmly stepping down from behind the shattered wall. He was dressed in brocade clothes and looked quite handsome. He looked to be in his twenties, but with a trace of vitality.
"Are you going to invite my wife to tea?" Yang Zhen said, his divine light already locked on that person.
"it's me!"
