(1st Update)

With a whoosh, Yang Ming led Hu Liena's figure into the white light curtain.

As soon as you step into this space, you will feel like you have stepped into another world.

There is endless snow white in front of you, every place, every inch of space, without exception, reminding people of a sentence.

"It's like eating all the birds and throwing them into the forest, and the white land is really clean!"

This space has special rules, any power will be suppressed by more powerful forces, even Yang Ming's reincarnation eye is faintly painful, and after a stalemate for a while, it is finally forced to return to the most primitive state.

Yang Ming was secretly surprised in his heart, this power had surpassed the level of peerless Douluo, and even had reached the point where mortals needed to look up, thinking that it was the little shadow of power left by that god in the world that would create this space.

Here, Yang Ming didn't use a little strength in his whole body, and the only feeling was coldness.

Like a fish on a chopping board, it is slaughtered.

When the two of them broke into this space, the cold aura around them was like a fishy piranha, frantically surging from all around, condensing towards the two of them.

The biting cold was not a sudden drop in temperature in the real sense, but the chill brought by the murderous aura, the purest killing aura, rapidly eroding the bodies of the two, and every time they invaded, they would tremble.

Hu Liena screamed, and after only holding on for a quarter of an hour, she couldn't hold on any longer, and fainted in front of her.

Yang Ming has a profound background, and he has remained conscious until now.

He could feel that the endless killing qi passed through the meridians like a blade, bringing bursts of convulsions of pain in his body, but the strange thing was that they were not purely for the purpose of destroying Yang Ming's body, but seemed to be using this kind of rough intervention to make Yang Ming adapt and control them.

Yang Ming raised his heavy eyelids and opened his right palm with difficulty, and the Martial Soul Mysterious Sword appeared.

As soon as it appeared, it took most of the pressure on behalf of Yang Ming, and the killing qi around it was even more like finding its owner, like a well-behaved puppy lining up to enter the mysterious sword.

The speed visible to the naked eye, the sword body carved out wisps of blood-colored texture, seems to be some kind of profound truth, symbolizing all kinds of killing concepts, there is the guardian killing intention of stopping the fight, and there is also the Dugu killing intention of killing all the people who are born in their own bodies.

All kinds of different concepts about killing converge on a sword, so that the mysterious sword began to evolve from the mortal sword to the divine sword, just one glance at it, mortals whose minds are not firm enough will be aroused by the desire to kill in their hearts, maybe one second they are still good wives and mothers who teach their husbands and children, and the next second they are blackened women who cut the whole family.

The blood-colored aura lingered on the sword's body, and with the mysterious scarlet lines, it looked extraordinary.

And at this moment, Yang Ming didn't have time to pay attention to the changes in the mysterious sword.

Although the mysterious sword helped him replace most of the pressure, the remaining half of the killing qi rushed into his body, and if he was not channeled, he would leave a time bomb in his body, and when he was stimulated, he would become a monster that would kill the dominant consciousness.

Yang Ming sat cross-legged, open-minded and clear-minded.

At this moment, Yang Ming was actually making fun of suffering, using the endless killing qi of this heaven and earth to temper his soul power!

On the Douluo Continent, there has always been a habit of tempering soul power with the help of an environment suitable for martial souls, Yang Ming used to enter the Ice and Fire Heavens alone in the past, so his soul power has improved by leaps and bounds, and now it is just a replica of the original results.

It's just that I'm afraid that no one in the world would have thought that someone would actually practice at the exit of the Hell Road!

It takes not only courage and guts, but also extraordinary willpower!

Even if Yang Ming closed his eyes tightly, the killing aura affected him all the time, and it seemed that a devil whispered in his ear, persuading him to pick up a butcher's knife and slaughter all beings.

Yang Ming ignored the outside world and devoted himself wholeheartedly to meditation.

Not to mention, in this extreme environment, it also stimulates the Saiyan blood in Yang Ming's body, Saiyan is the most unruly, and at the same time, it is also the most able to adapt to various environmental changes, and now Yang Ming's casual actions are in line with the Saiyan spirit of not being afraid of difficulties and dangers.

At this moment, Yang Ming seemed to have re-experienced the process of the beginning of human beings, returning to the mother's womb, in the warm amniotic fluid, the ten trillion cells in the whole body were moaning comfortably, the muscles and bones were vibrating slightly, and the most primitive washing and marrow was being carried out, and some of the dark wounds left by the hellish exercise on weekdays were also resolved in this way, and they were excreted outside the body surface along the dilated pores, forming a layer of slimy black substance.

I don't know how long it has been.

One day? One week? Or a month?

When Yang Ming opened his eyes again, he only felt that his body was relaxed for no reason, as if he had taken off a heavy burden.

When he stood up, he even crackled the bones in his body, making a sound like fried beans.

Clenched his fists, feeling the fullness of soul power in his body, Yang Ming felt a little incredulous.

It stands to reason that he had just stepped into the Soul Emperor realm a few months ago, and he didn't have time to cultivate in the killing world, so he would need to spend a lot of effort in the future to catch up.

But now, the soul power in his body told him that he had reached level 68 in such a short period of time!

It seems that Yang Ming is not far from level 70.

Yang Ming looked at the mysterious sword again, the sword body was covered with blood-colored lines, except for some of the lines like the blood pattern on the surface of the hell killing field when the Hell Road was activated, the others were completely different.

When Yang Ming tried to feel the blood-colored lines, Yang Ming was surprised to find that the air around him seemed to become viscous, and an aura that was above all living beings permeated it, and whoever was in it would be sincerely afraid.

God-killing realm?

Yang Ming could feel that the God Killing Realm he mastered seemed to be a little different from others, not so much different, but rather stronger than others!

Even the mysterious sword itself has been transformed, and the blood-colored aura lingers around the sword body all the time, making it look extraordinary.

Even, Yang Ming has a kind of confidence, as long as he is given a little more time, he can cultivate the mysterious sword into a divine sword that is not inferior to an artifact, a divine sword that only belongs to him!