The definition of gray domain levels is not arbitrary.
In addition to the influence of the gray gas concentration and the upper limit of the core demon's strength, the most important thing is the level of monks who can enter the gray realm.
[Thin Gray Realm], the strongest monk it can accommodate is Bigu.
Even if a foundation-building monk wants to enter it, he can only cultivate himself to the point of perfecting the Bigu.
To put it figuratively, the [Thin Gray Domain] is like a small hole. It is naturally impossible for an adult to get in.
Of course, if a monk who is two realms higher wants to enter by force, it is not impossible. Adults cannot do anything to the entrance of the cave, but giants can forcefully destroy it. The only consequence is that the gray field collapses and everyone inside is crushed. into pieces.
Meaningless.
Therefore, the only way for high-level monks to enter the gray realm to save people is to proclaim themselves a cultivator.
Even at the same level, their fighting power is much stronger, and they are extremely likely to save people.
The only exception is the semi-gray domain. Because it has not yet been formed, even high-level monks can enter at will.
But self-proclaimed cultivation is never a simple matter.
Just like a normal-sized object, if you forcefully squeeze it to one-tenth its size, even for a short period of time, it will cause structural damage.
For monks, especially monks who are eager to seek breakthroughs, self-proclaimed cultivation will have a serious impact. To put it bluntly, it will greatly reduce the probability of the Yin God breaking through the Yang God.
Originally, if the Yin God wanted to break through to the realm of the Yang God, the probability was pitifully low, but now that Master Ziyang is already quite old, doing so would be tantamount to cutting off his own path!
Therefore, when Master Ziyang said these words, the expressions of all the Yinshen present changed, even though their eyes were filled with anger.
"This demon is not that simple..." Ziyang Zhenren said in a harsh voice: "It was supposed to be a core demon with yang attributes, but now it is yin from the yang pole. I have claimed that my strength has reached the point of perfect foundation building, and I am not completely sure about this demon. .”
"I wonder which fellow Taoist is willing to enter it with me and kill this beast together?"
As soon as this was said, after a short silence, three people came out.
One of them was a middle-aged man with half of his long hair turned white, carrying a sword box behind his back.
Worshiping the sword sect, Ku Ye Zhenren.
Ku Ye Zhenren is a sword cultivator with extremely strong combat power. However, because he was injured when he went deep into the Gray Realm in his early years, he has no hope of the Yang God in this life, so the price of self-proclaimed cultivation is not a big deal to him.
The other person is a fairy holding a white jade flute.
Xuanyin Pavilion, Fairy Langya.
Among the disciples who are still alive, Fu Shuling is her direct disciple.
The other person is Duanmu Shuyi sitting on the glazed purple gourd.
As for Zhang Yingxiu, she was already standing on the ground with a look of anxiety on her face.
Seeing that Duanmu Shuyi was willing to proclaim himself a cultivator and enter the gray realm to save people, the Yin Shen master present subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Which one of their generation has not been beaten violently by Duanmu Shuyi, the "female overlord"?
Even though Duanmu Shuyi looks gentle and elegant on the surface now, how could they be deceived by appearances after having experienced it all those years?
Time was running out, so the four of them didn't say much. They all used secret techniques to seal their own cultivation until the foundation was completed, and then jumped into the cold water pool.
…
Gray area, Yangshan.
Under the roaring dragon of black mist, Wang Changsheng, Mo Yuan, Ouyang Qingfeng, Tai Shucang and Fu Shuling only felt the terrifying dragon power covering them.
this moment.
All Taoist techniques and magic weapons have lost their effect, leaving only the purest suppression of cultivation.
Wang Changsheng's expression was heavy, and his heart fell deeply to the bottom.
From the body of "Li Shanjun" who looks like Yang Jun, the shadow of a black mist dragon emerges. What does this represent is terrifying to think about.
At this moment, he had no time to think about this.
Because, facing Li Yangjun at full strength, he and others would be killed on the spot.
Wang Changsheng hesitated.
He didn't know if he could kill Li Shanjun in front of him with his sword control skills at this moment.
If the ordinary foundation building is perfect, Wang Changsheng is confident that the sword control skills that have reached the state of "sword light differentiation" will be able to kill him with one blow, but Lishan Jun is not an ordinary foundation building.
First of all, the identity of the core demon is destined to be far stronger than the same level. In addition, its own realm has fallen from the realm of Yin Shen, and it is also suspected of being able to control the soul of the evil dragon. If the three layers are added together, how far is its true combat power? , no one knows.
But time no longer allowed him to think too much.
Seeing that he raised his hand and pointed his palm at the five of them, Wang Changsheng knew that even if the effect was unknown, he had to use sword control.
However, even now.
A crisp sound of "click" echoed in everyone's mind.
Unknowingly, the dragon's power that enveloped them disappeared without a trace. Instinctively, Wang Changsheng and others raised their heads.
I saw a huge gray hole opening above the night, as if someone from outside the gray realm had forcibly opened a gap.
A figure walked in.
It was Master Ziyang who was holding a fly whisk, his old face full of solemnity.
Coming in behind him were Master Kuye from the Sword Worship Sect, Fairy Langya from Xuanyin Pavilion, and Duanmu Shuyi.
The moment he saw his fourth uncle, Wang Changsheng's eyes lit up brightly.
The roaring evil dragon soul coiled around Lord Liyang.
He raised his head and looked at the four "uninvited guests" who had arrived. He felt the perfect cultivation of the four people, and his eyes did not change at all.
"Now that we're here, let's die together."
The indifferent voice echoed.
Master Ziyang snorted coldly and swept the whisk downwards in his hand: "You monster, don't be arrogant!"
The seemingly random sweep of the whisk turned into a violent gust of wind, isolating Wang Changsheng and the five others from Li Yangjun.
With a flash of inspiration, the four people in mid-air had fallen to the ground, and the ferocious gray cracks in the sky quickly healed.
Li Yangjun had no intention of blocking Zhenren Ziyang's act of rescuing people. He looked at the people in front of him with strange eyes.
It seems to be looking forward to, but also seems to be confused, mixed with enthusiasm.
The next moment, a figure appeared in front of Li Yangjun.
It's Zhenren Ziyang.
The seemingly soft fly whisk was swept out and hit Li Yangjun right in the face.
"Dong——"
A low tremor sounded, and a sonic boom visible to the naked eye spread, covering a hundred meters in radius, and the ground was lifted layer by layer.
The terrifying blow caused Li Yangjun's body to fly backwards and hit Yang Mountain heavily. Even the evil dragon soul hovering around him became much darker in color.
At the bottom of the pit, Li Yangjun raised his hand to wipe the trace of blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at the old man who flashed in front of him, with a ferocious grin on his face.
"The contract has been made, it's your turn to take action."
"Hehe, I know it." A silver bell-like laughter appeared in everyone's ears. At some point, a girl with bare feet and golden bells on her wrists and ankles appeared in Ziyang Behind the real person, her hand had penetrated the chest of the real person Ziyang, and her white and tender jade hand held a living, beating heart.
