Yang Jinxi's return this time is destined to be a new beginning, not only Taoism, but also himself.

Inside the room, Yang Jianxi sat next to Yang Yiyi, this time he finally had time to think about this blood demon skill that completely changed him.

In fact, he didn't know how he got this blood demon skill, as if it really appeared in his mind out of thin air, he was sure that it didn't evolve from the Immortal Yin Yang Sutra, it seemed that with the gradual change of his own mind, it gradually changed from vague to clear.

He can't tell what the situation is, there are more things in this world that can't be explained, just like his dark plane, and his so-called mother, strength is the most tangible thing to tear the veil of this world, this is the insistence that Yang Jinxi never doubts at any time.

Generally speaking, a cultivator can only practice one exercise, and if he wants to practice other exercises, he must abolish his own cultivation and start his cultivation.

But Yang Zhen not only has two exercises, but he is also practicing two exercises at the same time, and there is no conflict, just like the Immortal Yin Yang Sutra and this Blood Demon Skill complement each other.

In fact, in the process of the last killing, Yang Jinxi confirmed this guess, the immortal yin and yang meridian eats souls to cultivate divine souls, and blood demon skills drink blood to temper the body.

It's like a double engine, running the Immortal Yin and Yang Sutra alone is not harmful to the body, but it is also the strength of the Golden Fighter, but once the twin engines are started at the same time, the Immortal Yin and Yang Sutra can be used at the same time to use the Blood Demon Skill, that is the power of the peak Golden Fighter, and when it encounters the kind of dark gold that has just broken through, it may be very embarrassing, but it will definitely not die, but at the same time, it is also at the cost of life.

The Blood Demon Skill is like a bonus to the Immortal Yin Yang Sutra, a bonus that gives Yang Jinxi the confidence to stand in this world without rules and not follow the crowd.

If the foundation is a small stagnant water, then the dantian in the Dan period is like a pond, and the Yin and Yang Taiji diagram rotates slowly in Yang Jianxi's dantian world, driving the internal force in the body from the tendons and veins around the body through a large Zhou Tian cycle, maintaining this terrifying body with strong explosive power.

If the representative material of the Immortal Yin Yang Sutra is the beautiful Taiji Diagram, then the representative substance of the Blood Demon Gong is the terrifying dense root blood threads in the dantian, as long as the immortal Yin Yang Sutra and the Blood Demon Skill are operated at the same time, this round of Taiji Diagram in the dantian, which is as docile as a sheep, will roar in the dantian like a beast in the dantian in an instant.

Crazy rotation cut those blood threads, and the blood mist would permeate the entire dantian, merging with the original black and white qi of Tai Chi, spreading to the whole body from the dantian, and Yang Jianxi also entered an uncontrollable demonic state.

Yang Jinxi woke up from his meditation, clenched his fists, felt the power that could decide that he was himself, and muttered: "Strength, it's really addictive." ”

"It seems that the aura between heaven and earth is useless," Yang Jinxi felt the surging aura around him and sighed: "Cultivation, as long as there is enough fresh life, it is enough."

"In the past, I thought that cultivation was taking advantage of the loopholes of God, so I cultivated in a down-to-earth and steady manner. But now, if I were now openly antagonistic to the heavens, I wouldn't have to look ahead. If the world doesn't tolerate you, then I can't tolerate this world. ”

Yang Jinxi got up and looked back at the girl in the futon on the straw mat, the appearance that had not changed in the slightest in her memory was like the most precious and pitiful in the world. After leaving a sentence that seemed to be talking to himself, the door opened, the door went out, and the door closed.

Li Yifeng and the five of them stood outside the house, watching Yang Zhenxi come out of the house, all of them were speechless, waiting for Yang Zhenxi to follow.

Now many times there is no need for Yang Jianxi to meet some things, maybe Li Yifeng They don't know and can't guess what Yang Jianxi has experienced in the past six months makes him look familiar, and it feels extremely strange, but what they must know is that Yang Jianxi will definitely have arrangements next, they don't need to ask, just obey.

From the time Yang Jianxi taught them the Yin Yang Sutra to get rid of the humility of the red in the blood, they knew that they only had to make a knife, and they would cut wherever Yang Jianxi swung it, this is not blind obedience, this is absolute belief.

Yang Jinxi coughed, still looking lazy and lazy, and there was no trace of energy and vitality in the hollow.

He looked up and sniffed the sunshine and said, "The sun always makes people sleepy, but, it seems to be ...... It's as if the world can't let me sleep, so I can't sleep, and then I can't sleep anyone......"

As he spoke, Yang Jinxi was no longer in place, and appeared on the black stone block in the sand, "I'm giving you three months at most, and the next time I come back, what I want to see are five foundation building monks."

Before Li Yifeng and the others looked up and saw themselves, after leaving such a sentence, Yang Jinxi appeared in the Lost Cave after a burst of colored light, and his face gradually changed with the footsteps that went out of the cave,

For a moment, he was a sunny boy with a simple face and a thick face, and his temperament was not as listless as before, revealing the taste of an honest man, and he went down, in the direction of the outside of the wasteland.

Yang Jianxi's speed is very slow, it can even be described as walking, but he walks very reassuringly, if there is a strong breath of qi and blood from Yang Jianxi to the surroundings, Yang Jianxi is indeed deliberate, he can really do whatever he wants if he has the strength, at least now the desolate beast under the strength of the golden fighter will not appear in front of him, which will save a lot of unnecessary killing, I don't know when the desolate beast in the wasteland is the cleanest life that Yang Jianxi feels, except for that girl, of course.

In the past few days since returning to Liangyimen, Yang Jinxi looked at the sleeping Yang Yiyi, and always felt that something had been awakened in his memory, but he couldn't remember it. This is not to say that Yang Jianxi's memory is not good, in fact, how can someone like him, who is called a demon, not have a memory that makes others daunting.

Usually some unimportant things, Yang Zhenxi Yang Zhenxi felt that there was no need to remember them, so he habitually forgot them, but this time, it seemed that the accident was on the unimportant people or things he filtered out.

The different sound in his ears attracted Yang Jinxi's attention, and he restrained the qi and blood fluctuations that made at least the Silver Desolate Beast tremble with fear and dare not step forward, and flashed into the bushes beside him.

"Is this, scavengers?" Yang leaned against a low tree in the bushes, looking through the gap between the leaves, looking at the group in front of him, and let out a puzzle in his heart.

Then he thought, "Which scavenging group has the courage to put their hands into the inner area of this wasteland, ranking in the top twenty?"

After thinking about it, Yang Jinxi decided not to care about them, not to mention that this place is not far from the Misty Cave, but it is not close, and besides, there is an immortal array there that even the Saint Seiya can blind the past, listening to the tone of the old man, it doesn't seem like he was joking.

For the base of Liangyimen, Yang Jinxi is more reassuring, otherwise he will not rest assured that Yang Yiyi will sleep there.

Turning around and just about to leave, he was stopped by a scolding, Yang Jinxi was very helpless and stopped his steps to move forward: "When did my hiding ability be so low, this has been discovered several times." ”

"Stop, who's there" The voice was very rough, and at the same time, Yang Jinxi also judged his strength.

"Golden Fighter? ”

As Yang Jinxi turned his head, he also saw the person who spoke clearly. He is very tall and long, and he is very strong, especially with his black thick hair and black pointed ears.

"Wolf Clan?" Yang Jinxi muttered. It seems surprising that the wolf clan will appear here.

The werewolf clan is also a relatively weak race on the periphery of the wasteland and even on the Holy Light Continent.

"Terran?" The werewolf middle-aged man strode over, looking down at Yang Jinxi after his disguise, and sighed in confusion.

Yang Jinxi looked up at him for a while and felt that something was wrong, this feeling of looking up at people was very unpleasant.

It just so happened that this appearance was not his original appearance, Yang Jinxi was also playful, bent down slightly, put one hand on the belt of the robe, and snapped his fingers with one hand: "Hey!boy." "A cool hip-hop look. "What are you doing, you feel everything, it turns out that you are my big brother pig. A modern song of the Holy Light Continent version sung to the werewolf middle-aged man was confused.

"You're not a Terran?" The middle-aged werewolf man looked at Yang Jinxi's strange appearance with a puzzled face, it was true that he was indeed a Terran, but this strange posture and inexplicable language made the werewolf unable to clear his mind.

Yang Jinxi looked at the werewolf with a confused look, and also let out an inexplicable bad mood in his chest. I was secretly proud in my heart: "What about how tall I grow, I don't have to sit down in front of my huge knowledge inventory." ”

"I'm a Terran, you're a werewolf, what are you doing here. Yang Jinxi felt that it was almost enough, so he asked. In fact, he didn't know why he was bothering with this group, maybe to add a touch of fun to this boring life.

"Boy, what did you mean by those strange movements and words just now" The werewolf middle-aged man looked at Yang Zhenxi, there was no breath fluctuation that belonged to the strong man, there was only one possibility for this situation to appear, either this honest young man in his eyes made an ordinary person, or his strength was above himself.

He didn't dare to be sure of both speculations, saying that he was an ordinary person, but this was the inner perimeter of the wasteland, and there was an ordinary person who had no cultivation who would come here to find death, not to mention whether he could still get here. It is said that his cultivation is taller than himself, but how old is the human in front of him, and the middle-aged werewolf who is a golden fighter is even more reluctant to believe this speculation. Then there is only one possibility, he has a secret treasure on him, a secret treasure that can allow ordinary people to reach the inner perimeter of the wasteland safely.