boom!
boom!
Countless "sparks" fell, and fire rained down from the sky.
Every flint hit the steps made of ten thousand swords mercilessly.
Every time you step out, the steps made of swords break into pieces.
The road ahead is cut off.
"No, if this continues, the stairs made of these swords will be broken before I can reach the top of the sky."
Yang Feng's eyes revealed anxiety.
Can't help but quicken the pace.
Click!
Crack!
The blade of a sword began to shatter, breaking inch by inch, and finally fell to the ground.
"Hiss! Is this spark the reason why there are so many useless swords all over the place?"
Looking at the swords falling from the air, Jiang Kui and others inadvertently thought of the rusty swords on the ground.
Yang Feng didn't dare to stay at his feet, it was too cruel. These sparks were not the size of meteorites, but the size of ordinary rocks. They themselves had a kind of fire.
When falling from the sky, the terrifying gravity of falling from high altitude directly smashed these ladder-shaped swords into pieces.
He could no longer bear Yang Feng's weight.
Every time Yang Feng stepped on the sword ladder, he carefully maintained his strength.
Even the volley borrowing force was used.
Thumb thump!
Ten thousand levels.
In just half a cup of tea, Yang Feng climbed more than five thousand steps. Of course, most of the pressure came from the pressure brought to him by the meteorite phenomenon.
There are signs of damage on every previous level. The material of these swords cannot be compared to the naturally formed Mars in the sky.
"What a risk! Do I still have a chance?"
It's the last three thousand steps, but there is no sword left.
The end of Yang Feng is a void.
Looking far into the distance, the stars in the sky are so dazzling and dazzling.
"Master Yang's future will be cut off, right?"
Thousands of swords cast a ladder, and the master breaks through.
Someone noticed that there were too many steps falling to the ground.
It’s outrageous.
Some swords are even beyond recognition when dropped, and you can't even tell that it is a sword.
"Then what should we do? If Mr. Yang turns around and comes back now, he is so high...what if something goes wrong..."
"Now Mr. Yang has no way out, he can only bite the bullet."
Under the void, the dazzling starlight blinded Yang Feng. He could feel that the starlight was very close to him.
There was a burning sensation, to be precise, it was the pressure of the stars.
It made him feel helpless. Fortunately, he retained his physical strength. For the remaining three thousand steps, without the sword as a ladder, he could only rely on himself.
Climb up.
Control the sword!
The Fierce Sun Sword formed a staircase, and Yang Feng quickly passed by, one sword after another.
Kick!
Bang!
One foot stepped on the sword, and the other foot condensed the sword energy in the void.
Take advantage of the force and fly into the air!
The blood surges!
Burning heat, at the end of the void, there are waves of rising heat.
It feels like you are in the melting pot of heaven and earth.
The stars are shining brightly!
The Fierce Sun Sword under Yang Feng's feet seemed to have reached the limit of endurance.
Cracks began to appear on the sword body.
"Hold on, old man."
Yang Feng hardly dared to use force on his feet, because the Fierce Sun Sword, after being tempered, became almost a top-notch magic weapon.
But this sky fire burning in the void is aimed at all kinds of magical weapons.
No one can reach the end of the void with the help of external objects.
"I wonder what will happen after all these swords fall down and Young Master Yang is on them?"
No matter how dazzling the stars are, they can't be as bright as the bright moon, right?
night sky
It is still the night sky, and Yang Feng has now reached the end of the void.
But the only thing struggling to support the Fierce Sun Sword at his feet was already covered with dense cracks.
Click!
Click!
Boom!
The moment Yang Feng stepped on it, the Fierce Sun Sword finally could no longer hold its support and shattered.
"Old Huoji! Thank you."
boom!
The Fierce Sun Sword under his feet exploded into pieces.
The Fierce Sun Sword, which had accompanied him for nearly twenty years, came to an end at this moment.
"call!"
Yang Feng took a deep breath. He didn't have a sword. If he wanted to break through the barriers and laws of this world, his only reliance was to cut through the galaxy with a sword.
There was a reason to choose the bright starry night sky. Yang Feng had already understood it when he drew his sword for the first time.
This swordsmanship has gone beyond the scope of swords.
What it contains is the endless exploding stars, the magnificent galaxy composed of billions of stars.
This time he wants to cut off the shackles that prevent him from leaving this world.
With obsession, stubbornness, and longing for relatives and friends.
This sword was wiped out.
The two fingers merged, and the eyes were filled with stars, endless stars, falling, twinkling, and burning.
boom!
Long!
The starry sky exploded, and a hole was torn open in the void.
"Look, Mr. Yang...he succeeded!" Kan Shula
"Is that an aurora?"
"That's another world, a vast and endless world of immortality!"
Everyone is looking forward to the world behind that aurora, which is a world that they will never be able to touch in their entire lives.
Yang Zhong looked at the black dot in front of the opening.
In fact, not just him, everyone saw it, the black dot blocking it.
The dots resemble the Tengu of the lunar eclipse.
"If I pass through this gap, will I leave this world forever?"
Yang Feng turned his back to the dazzling aurora, looking down at the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers at his feet.
His mind was flooded with thoughts, and everything he had experienced in the past thirty-eight years was recalled in his mind.
"Goodbye, my other home."
The scope of the spreading aurora is shrinking and shrinking, and the aurora is disappearing. If he doesn't leave, he will have to wait for a long, long time until the aurora disappears.
Yang Feng jumped into the void crack. This was the first time he left. He didn't know when he came back.
"Master Yang, goodbye!"
"We will miss you!"
"Xiao An, we are waiting for you to come back."
"Yang An, when you come back, your destiny will surely become the pride of the Jiang Kingdom."
The Aurora disappeared together with the black shadow, and everyone knew that Yang Feng had left.
It was like having a dream, a dream that lasted for thirty-eight years.
Yang Feng, who was lying on the ground, moved his fingers.
Bodhi Realm.
Every grain of dust is a world.
The towering Bodhi tree, layer by layer...
There is no end.
"Have I returned to Netherworld Cliff?"
When Yang Feng woke up, the first thought came to his mind.
"I don't know, how are Bingyao and the others doing now?"
He stood up slowly, and what he saw was the fluorescence surrounding him.
"Are these...the memories of my world? Could it be that this is not a dream? But where is that world now?"
Can't be found, can't be seen.
In the tree hole, the only fluorescence.
Light green, floating.
Yang Feng followed the fluorescent light and left.
"Is this the exit?"
"Huh? My cultivation is back!"
All cultivation levels have been restored.
"At the beginning of the Mahayana period, did my experience this time allow me to condense the remaining Dharma images?"
The combined state is above the Mahayana state.
Yang Feng is different. His path is a path that has never been trodden by anyone in the past.
Gather three thousand Chaos Demon Gods to look down upon the past and present!
Now that the Dharma has been completed, entering the Mahayana is a matter of course.
After leaving the Bodhi Realm, Yang Feng did not go far. He clearly remembered Bingyao, Jiang Yueying, Ye Kunlun and others before he left.
Enter the Bodhi Realm.
I just don’t know how much time has passed.
Are these people okay? What is the situation outside?
"Um?"
Yang Feng's soul sensed that there were battle fluctuations in this place.
"anyone there?"
"Please save my child!"
"Witch, be punished!"
In the dark night, Yang Feng's soul swept across the source of the sound, and his eyes shrank.
A woman with goat's horns and dressed in green clothes holds a "Netherworld Infant" in her hands.
What is a ghost baby? It is a child who died young and is nourished by the ghost energy. In layman's terms, it is a ghost baby.
The cries of ghosts shook the heavens and the earth.
Behind the woman in green clothes, there is a man with bloody eyes.
"Save me and my baby."
"Save me and my baby."
The woman in green kept repeating these words.
"Why do those blood pupils look so similar to those people?"
This pair of blood pupils reminded Yang Feng of the blood cloak.
Claims to be a descendant of sin blood.
"stop!"
Yang Feng didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but wanted to find out if there was any connection between the two.
"Boy, who are you? You can actually sense my presence?"
Xue Tong stared at Yang Feng closely, trying to see Yang Feng through.
"Do you know Blood Cloak?"
"I am his eyes, do you think I recognize you?"
An evil smile appeared on the corner of Xue Tong's mouth.
"Eye?"
Yang Feng suddenly remembered that the blood cloaks he saw in the deserted city were all wearing masks, and their pupils were not covered.
The relationship between the emotional blood pupils and the blood cloak is like this.
"It's unlucky for you to meet me. You didn't expect it. I have a blood feud with them, so don't even think about leaving today."
While the two were talking, the woman in green with goat's horns had already left with Ming Ying in her arms.
"Boy, you dare to block my way. Do you know how many blood pupils there are on the bloody plain? I have to say, you are really brave."
The blood pupils come from the bloody plain in Netherworld Cliff.
It was a place where it rained blood all year round.
A figure walked out of those Xue Tong eyes.
He was holding a bloody knife, with a golden blood ring covering his back, like a god.
Cultivation fluctuates.
The Mahayana period is the ultimate perfection.
His sword cut out a streak of blood.
The crescent-shaped blood glow swallowed up Yang Feng's figure.
tear!
La!
The broken Sky-Swallowing Halberd cut off the crescent-shaped blood glow.
His eyes flashed with a cold light.
The laws of heaven and earth in the Mahayana period are at your fingertips.
A cage like a thorn in the ground broke out of the ground.
Gray mist enveloped Xue Tong's body.
"Law of Chaos?!"
Xue Tong seemed to have seen something incredible, and there was a touch of fear in Yang Feng's eyes.
During the Mahayana period, he used the power of the Law of Chaos, and it was the first time he encountered such a human race.
"Hey! You still have some sharp eyesight! I just don't know how you can break out of the cage made by my law of chaos."
chaos method
Then, it is simply impossible for ordinary people to be listed as the first among the three thousand great laws.
Yang Feng also achieved his current achievements because he awakened the will of the three thousand chaotic demon gods during his golden elixir stage.
In this world, except for him, no one else can understand the law of chaos.
"Ha! The Law of Chaos is not the best in the world. At least you haven't reached that level yet. Do you want to be trapped by the Law of Chaos? You are too underestimated of our Blood Eye Clan."
A blood-colored hooked sickle appeared in Xue Tong's eyes.
His pair of blood pupils seemed to have everything in a warehouse.
Taking the bloody hook sickle, the prison made by the power of the law of chaos was cut into pieces by the sharp hook sickle.
"The Blood Hook Scythe is actually so powerful?"
After Yang Feng was briefly shocked, he picked up the Lingsha Sword.
He wanted to try and see how much kendo he had improved after this training.
Evolving infinite mysteries, the sword shadows are illusory, and the shadows of the sword spirits condense and take shape in the sky.
"The ten directions are destroyed!"
This is a low-end version of the Sword Intent of Destruction, with destruction above annihilation.
Infinite means, endless secrets.
Within the Lingsha Sword, powerful fairy spirit energy and fierce evil energy spurt out.
A cross-shaped sword slash fell towards the bloody hook sickle.
The moment the swords and sickles collided, Xue Tong felt that the blood-red world in his eyes suddenly became dim.
Blind!
Yang Feng's ten directions of silence turned the bloody world of Xue Tong into black.
"You destroyed my blood pupils and my blood world, you..."
"Tell me everything you know about this place, or I'll kill you!"
Yang Feng's Lingsha Sword fell on Xue Tong's neck.
"You, the people of Bloody Plains, will not let you go."
"Um?"
A trace of anger flashed across Yang Feng's face.
"This is the Bodhi Realm. There are billions of dust in this Bodhi tree, which means there are billions of worlds. In fact, it is just a long sleep."
"Sleep? You mean here?"
"In the Bodhi realm, there are tree spirits that can devour people's memories and gnaw their souls. In the dust realm, it may be the world it weaves for you, or it may be a dream..."
Xue Tong had no choice but to tell the truth in order to survive.
While Yang Feng was talking to Xue Tong, his soul stayed on Xue Tong. If Xue Tong hesitated or otherwise, he would be able to detect it immediately.
"Then can I go in and save people now?"
"Haha! Do you think anyone can enter Bodhi? Not only will you not be able to save anyone, but you will also fall into the dream that the tree spirit has already weaved for you."
"Oh? Is there no other way?"
It was related to the safety of Bingyao and others, and Yang Feng could not give up easily.
"Cut down the bodhi tree and destroy the bodhi world!"
Xue Tong's tone increased, with a hint of encouragement in it.
Yang Feng looked around and saw that the Bodhi tree was like a sacred tree that connected heaven and earth. It was so thick that it was beyond the reach of human beings.
Even if he enters the Mahayana realm and tries to cut down this tree, it will be like a mayfly shaking the tree.
"Who can cut down this tree?"
"Di Jiang, a descendant of Pangu and one of the twelve ancestral witches."
"Tejiang?!"
Pangu clan.
This is the first time Yang Feng has heard of such a race.
And isn’t Pangu the God of Creation?
"That's right! The Witch Clan is the descendant of the Pangu clan, and they are competing with the Monster Clan to see who is the authentic Pangu clan."
After using Xue Tong's mouth to find out such secrets, Yang Feng now only feels that his whole mind is in chaos.
"Di Jiang is the leader of the twelve ancestral witches. Only by gathering the power of the twelve ancestral witches can he exert part of the power of the sky-opening axe."
The great demon of the demon clan, the great witch of the witch clan.
As well as Sanqing, they all have the blood of the Great God Pangu flowing in their bodies.
