With the slow precipitation of time, Xiao Yi's heart gradually became blurred, and in the dark mind, it was silent, as if the entire realm of consciousness collapsed.

"Big brother—"

Yang Bao'er's voice stimulated one of Xiao Yi's nerves and pulled him back from the edge of darkness.

His consciousness began to recover, his mind began to clear up, and a colored mist appeared in his eyes that surrounded him like a restraint, and the colored mist drilled into Xiao Yi's pores all over his body. In an instant, each cell sparked a violent rise, and the muscles of the limbs trembled.

There was a sudden surge of sharp pain in his body, which made Xiao Yi spit out a mouthful of blood, and instantly gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged. The mist quickly spread from the body, spreading quickly to every part of the body.

A trace of mist surged in Xiao Yi's body, stirring up the pain in Xiao Yi's body like a pinprick everywhere, Xiao Yi withstood the wave of impact, and endured the severe pain for a long time, and the sharp pain gradually faded.

A strange situation also happened at this time, the mist turned into a liquid-like juice and flowed into Xiao Yi's body, dredging and penetrating every part of the body's muscles and limbs, Xiao Yi vaguely felt that the injuries on his body were healing rapidly, but Xiao Yi also surged into ecstasy at this moment.

"It's time to break through!"

This feeling is the breakthrough opportunity that Xiao Yat has been looking forward to for a long time!

Xiao Yat could carefully perceive the bones in his body, which seemed to be becoming stronger and tougher at a slow speed at this moment. Every pore on his body immediately turned into extreme greed, devouring the colored mist frantically one bite at a time. The itchy pain from the bones in his body is also getting stronger and stronger, and under the itch, he can clearly feel that his physique and strength are increasing rapidly, and as soon as Xiao Yi's body moves, a more powerful force than before erupts from Xiao Yi's body.

"The condensation realm is ninefold, and it is completed. ”

Xiao Yi stood up, wiped the bloodstains, and a crisp crackling sound came from Xiao Yi's body, and his height also rose a little at this moment, and he seemed to be more robust.

The dense colored mist suddenly disappeared, and a space of 100 meters in a radius appeared in front of him clearly.

Xiao Yi rubbed his eyes and exclaimed, "Am I really dead? I heard that after people die, they will go to hell or heaven." People like me shouldn't be able to go to hell, so they gave me a quiet and peaceful paradise!

"Of course it's impossible to break through if you're dead, what if you don't die?" An old strange laugh suddenly came into Xiao Yi's ears.

Xiao Yi turned around suddenly, and his eagle-like sharp gaze swept behind him for a while, but there was no half a figure...

"Don't look for it, I'm on top of you!"

Xiao Yi's eyes shrank, and he looked up at the sky, at this time, there was an old man who was surrounded by black mist and only had one head left, and it was Yang Bao'er who was wrapped next to him.

"Are you the legendary ghost god?" Xiao Yi took a few steps back, frightened by this scene.

"Little baby, don't be afraid, I'm not a ghost, and you're not dead, but it's true that I'm dead, what you see me is just a wisp of remnant soul left behind before I die, and it won't be long before it disappears!"

Reaching out and pinching himself heavily, Xiao Yi "sizzled", and his face suddenly showed great surprise: "I'm not dead! I'm not dead!?"

The black misty head still looked like Xiao Yi's heart was still frightened, and he cowered and squeaked: "What did you do to Bao'er, don't touch him!"

"Don't worry, I'm afraid that he will be scared to death, so let him sleep a little longer, and when I dissipate, he will naturally wake up. ”

In a few breaths, Yang Bao'er, who was entangled in the black mist, floated towards Xiao Yi like a spirit snake spinning silk, Xiao Yi reached out and hugged Yang Bao'er, carefully observed every part of Yang Bao'er's body, and after confirming that it was correct, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Where is this, why are we here, and who are you?" Xiao Yi looked at the old man vigilantly after his mood calmed down.

"This area is an independent space that can be isolated from the outside world, and the medium is the crystal hanging from the neck of the child in your hand, so it is called the space crystal. And I am the previous owner of this space crystal, where did you get this space crystal. The old man groaned.

Xiao Yi remembered the words Yang Dali said in Yangjia Village, could it??

"I don't know if the predecessor's surname is Yang, or a powerful martial artist beyond the Spirit King Realm!" Xiao Yi asked tentatively.

"The old man's surname is indeed Yang, but... Do you think you are the descendants of the old man?" the old man nodded and hesitated.

"I am holding your descendants, but I am not. Xiao Yi looked at the sleeping Yang Bao'er.

Then Xiao Yi told the old man about his acquaintance with Yang Dali and the changes that happened in Yangjia Village.

After hearing this, the old man sighed: "I was originally a martial artist, I was severely injured in a struggle, and I was inadvertently rescued by a country woman, and I was able to survive, and the realm fell. When I was decadent, I gradually had a relationship with that woman, and I went into seclusion, but I didn't expect that my identity would endanger my descendants and suffer this catastrophe!

Looking at Xiao Yi in front of him, the old man was silent for a moment, then shook his head and smiled: "Everything has a cause and effect. Before I died, I erased the mark of me and the space spar, and after my death, I turned into this remnant soul and kept it to this day, I wanted to leave something for future generations, but you had the opportunity to let the space spar recognize you as the master, you and I are really fate. ”

Xiao Yi stood in place, hesitating in his heart, is it fate?

"Originally, with the mentality of giving it a try, just now I used a high-grade colored flower, shattered it into pollen, and condensed its essence around you, I didn't expect you to withstand such a strong medicinal baptism, I thought that this would allow you to directly break through to the True Yuan Realm, but it's strange, you just broke through a realm. The old man was puzzled.

Xiao Yi was stunned, the colored mist just now came like this, licked his lips, and asked with a shy face: "Senior, I don't know what the colorful falling flowers are, and whether there is any superfluity." ”

"Colorful falling flowers, is the rain after the sunny day now rainbow light in thousands of flowers and seedlings in one plant, it can be said that it is one in ten thousand, it is a high-level elixir, generally only those big sects have, I also spent a lot of effort to get a plant. This kind of spiritual flower absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and is conceived, and its medicinal effect can prolong life and increase cultivation. Speaking of this, it evokes some of the old man's previous memories.

"Elixir!Isn't that precious!Use it on me!It seems a bit wasted!" Xiao Yi only had one understanding of elixir, and there were no spirit-level pills and medicinal materials in the entire Qinglan City.

"Little baby, you saved my only living descendant, and I happened to confess to the master with the spar, and I also said that you and I are destined. That's it, this spirit flower has been absorbed by you, so it should be given to you. The old man said leisurely.

Xiao Yi scratched his head embarrassedly, it was a great gift for people to save themselves with a spirit flower, but they wanted to get involved in this rare spirit flower again.

The old man smiled and said again: "However, little baby, I still have something to ask for." ”

Xiao Yi froze in place, scolding the old man's way in his heart.

"Since you have stepped into the martial path, you must understand that only strength is the foundation of everything, and with your current situation, I think it is a problem to reach the True Yuan Realm. ”

The old man in the black mist first glanced at Yang Bao'er, and then stared at Xiao Yi: "After all, it is my descendant, and the bloodline will never change, what I ask you to do is to hope that you will take good care of him, and I will give you another gift in return." ”

The old man's eyes conjured up a light that hit Xiao Yi's eyebrows, an invisible touch, which made Xiao Yi touch his eyebrows, and in the depths of his mind, that long-standing memory spread.

After a long time, Xiao Yi opened his sharp eyes, feeling the huge information in his mind, and his breath weakened by half a point for a while, and he stared at this martial artist named Yang Miao with hesitant eyes.

From Yang Miao's memory, Xiao Yi knew how tragic and ruthless the path of cultivation of a martial artist was, all of which were stepping on piles of corpses step by step towards higher cultivation, and he didn't dare to imagine what he would do when he stepped into that step. And Yang Miao was fighting for a great opportunity, and was besieged by several Wuzun Realms, and fortunately he was able to escape from danger with a secret technique against the sky, but because he was hit hard, he had what happened later.

"Listen don't expose the matter of this space spar, this thing is a holy weapon, if some old guys know about it, your life will not be guaranteed. So, you have to be strong!" Yang Miao, who had lost his eyes, reminded Xiao Yi.

"Yes. Thank you seniors for giving me the opportunity, and I will take care of it. We will live up to the great kindness of our predecessors. Xiao Yi knelt heavily.

"Everything is fate, fate originates and dies, it seems that God is destined for me to wait for you, haha!"

After Yang Miao finished explaining the last sentence, a black mist gradually dissipated from top to bottom along with his head, and in a few breaths, it disappeared in front of Xiao Yi's eyes.

Xiao Yi looked at the place where there was no trace and kowtowed heavily.