Yu Ling had no choice but to step forward, secretly use his Xuan power, and probe his hand to a piece of jade with a dark blue color.

This kind of jade is called soul washing jade, which is very beneficial to the cultivation of the spirit realm, not only the cultivation speed can be four or five times faster, but the soul power refined is much purer and more condensed than ordinary people, and a piece of soul washing jade the size of a fingernail can be sold for a high price of three or four high-grade divine jade.

And in front of Yu Ling, such a rare spiritual object was piled up high into a small mountain.

Under the persecution of Nian Wanyun and the others, if Yu Ling didn't want to turn his face with them and share life and death, then he could only be an experimental specimen honestly. However, Yu Ling was already prepared, and if there was a slight change, he would withdraw in time.

The moment Yu Ling's fingertips touched the Soul Cleansing Jade, a layer of ghostly light suddenly rebounded out, as if an invisible prohibition was repelling Yu Ling's contact, making him unable to collect the Soul Cleansing Jade into the Spirit Ring.

But...... If it's just a ban, it's fine, it's not a strange danger.

Yu Ling straightened up, shook his head and said, "There is a ban on isolation, and I don't know how to break it." ”

"Are you going to try something else?" Lan Yu urged.

Before Yu Ling could reply, Nian Wanyun and the three of them showed a look of surprise at the same time, looking at Yu Ling's top in a daze.

Yu Ling looked up and saw that from the center of the huge landscape painting, a beam of white light was projected down, and he didn't have time to dodge at all, and he was enveloped in it.

After all, no matter how fast a person is, where can he be faster than the speed of light?

Yu Ling only felt dizzy for a while, the surrounding scene gradually blurred and faded, all replaced by white light, I don't know how long it took for this boundless light to slowly converge, and the whole world has changed greatly.

He stood alone on the endless field, with the red sky above his head, as if soaked in countless blood, and under his feet were endless stumps and broken arms, blood flowing, like an ancient battlefield, and the eyes were full of infinite murderous desolation.

The shouts of killing came from a very distant distance, and a black line gradually appeared where the sky and the earth met, and if you looked closely, it was all infantry in black armor, wielding standard swords in their hands.

Yu Ling looked behind him, there was nothing at all, could he just let him face an army alone?

But it doesn't make sense, didn't he just touch the Soul Cleansing Jade, why was he ingested into such a strange world? What did he have to do to get out?

Yu Ling pulled out the prefecture-level long knife, still with a trace of luck in his heart, hoping that these people were not coming for him, but soon, all the luck was torn to pieces.

Because those soldiers were all murderous, only the shadow of Yu Ling alone was reflected in their eyes.

Yu Ling could only lift the long knife and face it, because in such a vast and boundless field, there was no place for him to hide.

Thousands of soldiers surrounded him, and his strength ranged from strong tendons to marrow washing, but the strongest did not exceed the peak of marrow purging.

It was an inexplicable killing, but in order to survive, Yuling had no choice.

His eyes reflected the blood of the sky, and the long knife in his hand slashed out with Xuan Li, and he cut off a person's head in an instant.

However, the number of thousands of people was so oppressive that loneliness and fear swept over like a tidal wave, and Yu Ling could only abandon all unwanted emotions and temporarily turn herself into a tireless killing machine.

In the past, there were chivalrous men who killed one person in ten steps, and did not stay for thousands of miles.

Now Yuling killed three people in one step, and the blood stained the wilderness.

Silence, dead silence.

Except for the crisp sound of the collision of swords and soldiers, and the sound of blood splashing, there was not the slightest superfluous sound.

The figure surrounding Yu Ling's eyes never seemed to decrease, as if he would fall into an eternal killing until the moment of death.

He began to be stingy to save Xuan Power to the maximum, but fortunately, his physique helped a lot, and he was able to recover a lot of Xuan Power every minute and every second, and Yu Ling only needed to grasp the balance between gain and loss, and he could continue his life almost infinitely.

The strong warrior was as weak as an ordinary person in his hands, and Yu Ling could break a person's neck with a single swing of his sword, and that person's body flew out upside down, knocking down and injuring a bunch of companions.

These soldiers were as tenacious as painless machines, and as long as they had a breath left, they would sustain themselves and continue their attacks on Yuling. Yu Ling had a long memory after suffering a few losses, and he had to make sure that the enemy was completely breathed before moving on to the next target.

He didn't know how many people he had killed, his black clothes were already full of the smell of blood, sticky to his body, still dripping blood, and his hair was also glued together by blood, and locks were scattered on his shoulders and back, the sharp and sturdy ground-level long knife had already been curled, Yu Ling casually snatched the war knives from these soldiers to make do, and now there have been more than a dozen.

The soldiers were still pouring in tirelessly, as if they had a common enmity with him, and it stands to reason that so many people had died, and they should have collapsed and retreated with a little human intelligence.

However, no, the solemn and silent soldiers' black pressure rushed like a tide, and the chilling murderous aura was the same as at the beginning.

Yu Ling's Xuan Power could still be turned around, but he already felt physically and mentally exhausted, and he just numbly repeated the movements like a machine, killing with the highest efficiency with the minimum consumption and the simplest movements.

He wandered away in the field like a ghost, turning a blind eye to those soldiers in the marrow washing realm, and just slashed and killed those soft persimmons with strong muscles and refining bones as soon as possible.

An hour passes, and two hours pass......

Every second is like a century.

Yu Ling felt that the soldiers around him were getting faster and faster, and his attacks were getting more and more ruthless, and there were gradually more wounds and blood marks on his body, but he barely avoided the vital point.

At this point, only a few dozen marrow cleansing soldiers were left besieging him.

And although Yu Ling's mystical power is still flowing, his brain is blank, as if it is not the awake consciousness that dominates him, but the instinct to survive.

He wants to live, that's all.

So instinctively, he swung his sword and slashed at the enemy, bent his body to avoid the attack, and everything was already as natural as flowing water.

The mystical power at the peak of the marrow washing has been tempered thousands of times, and although Yuling's body has been covered with bruises, it seems that new vitality is gradually being born.

Only one last enemy remains.

The soldier at the peak of the marrow cleansing pounced and sent the war knife into Yu Ling's chest, but the sharp pain did not make Yu Ling's right hand tremble for a minute, and he held a standard war knife with some curly blades and cut into the opponent's neck at the same moment.

The color of blood could no longer be reflected in Yu Ling's eyes, because for him, the whole world was blood-red.

He sat down on the ground, his mind empty, as if he had thought a lot, and as if he had thought nothing.

A beam of white light spilled from the sky, the only brilliant light in this red world.

Yu Ling slowly pulled out the long knife that pierced his chest, and watched in a daze as the wounds on his body healed rapidly under the moisture of the white light, the warm feeling was really intoxicating, as if bathed in the warm spring sunshine, the whole person was rejuvenated from the inside out, and it was indescribably comfortable.

Yu Ling felt that the blood was circulating and hot, and he felt that some kind of subtle change seemed to have taken place under the impregnation of the blood.

He suddenly realized that the ancient desolation technique was born out of blood, and killing was the ultimate destination of this skill.

The most direct proof is that under the watering of a large amount of blood, the mystical power of Yuling's peak of marrow washing continues to rise, and it seems that it is not far from the supreme blood coagulation realm.

And he has only just broken through for a short time.

After the white light of the heavenly dome dissipated, Yu Ling's injuries had recovered as before, and even his mind was nourished, and he was no longer tired or tired.

Everything seemed to be a reincarnation, and in the distance, a group of cavalry riding high-headed horses rushed towards Yuling again.