The rain in Changling stopped.

Ning Yi walked down the mountain road.

The mountains and rocks were not dry, and the aura was dense, and on both sides of the path, the frost grass roots were swaying, and they slowly bent down towards Ning Yi.

Everywhere Ning Yi passed, the stone tablets in Changling seemed to have some kind of strange induction.

Ning Yi looked at the sword stele of Changling, and now in his soul sea, there are many sword intent that has not been fully comprehended, only a trace of the initial embryo of artistic conception, Taiyi's sword to save the suffering Tianzun, it is close to the edge of the pond, full of pond water, the divinity is undulating, and the sword intent is like a fine duckweed, drilling downward, taking root at the bottom, and has not yet germinated, just waiting for a suitable time to be able to give birth to maturity.

Ning Yi was not in a hurry.

The reason why the soldiers can break all the rules is because the cultivation is at the highest level, the sword qi is sharp enough and strong enough, and Ning Yi is still a long way from that realm.

"In the battle with Liu Shiyi, I still have a lot of shortcomings...... Ning Yi silently recalled the details of his battle on Changling while going down the mountain, Liu Shiyi and himself both condensed the natal sword heart, obviously immature, Liu Shiyi's sword qi can be more streamlined, and his use of kendo is not perfect.

Sinking his heart and looking inward, Ning Yi could see that in the "Divine Pool" of his dantian, the white air flow vortex condensed a fine crystal.

"It's like the lionheart's divinity. Ning Yi's expression was a little moved, and he muttered, "Is this the true beginning of the path of cultivation?"

Those powers of the Nirvana realm, if they want to take the final step and compete with the immortal stars, they need a large enough divinity to transform themselves, to break away from the mortal body, and condense the divine fetus.

And this step often starts with a "divine crystal".

The condensation of the natal sword heart directly turned into a divine crystal, and the divinity in the pool that had nowhere to be placed finally found a place to live, and Xu Qingyan continuously transported the divine water droplets into the Ning Yi Dantian pool through the cloud bridge, and one by one they were integrated into the crystal, and began to be slowly digested and absorbed.

"Since I broke into the back realm, my body has undergone some changes......" Ning Yi turned his wrist, he silently recalled the scene when he was slashed by Liu Shiyi's sword, after the blood was sprayed, the divinity atomized out, covering his own flesh and blood, making it regenerate, the blood evaporated, the white bones and flesh were raw, the wound scabbed, and it fell off at an extremely fast speed, revealing white skin as white as jade.

The black robe on Ning Yi's body has been broken in many places, his expression is a little strange, looking at the holes in the robe, the new skin on the shoulders is fairer than most women's, before coming to Tiandu, Ning Yi's cultivation on Xiaoshuang Mountain has nothing to do with self-cultivation, wind and sun exposure is commonplace, and the waist and back are everywhere, and it is a uniform wheat color.

"Divinity...... It's in my blood?"

Ning Yi's eyes were slightly condensed, he stared at the crack in his black robe, his expression was a little hesitant, and then he spun out the white sword blade of fine snow.

It is a good thing that divinity is integrated into the blood, but due to the instability and violent tendencies of the substance "divinity", most practitioners will try to press it into the blood after igniting the life star.

Ning Yi's blade was aimed at the white skin on his shoulder.

The sword aura burst out.

With a "snort", Ning Yi, who did not use the physical method, instantly spurted out a thin line of blood from his shoulder.

The strength of this sword is very good, after all, it is pierced on himself...... Ning Yi tried to ignore the pain and looked down at the wound.

To his disappointment, like Liu Shiyi, he was pierced in the shoulder, and a vision of Shenxia appeared, but this time it did not appear, Ning Yi stared at it for more than ten breaths, and bared his teeth slightly in pain.

"It seems that these divinities are not like real life star cultivators, who are truly fused with blood and can coexist...... It takes a long time to recover. Ning Yi summed up a little rule and muttered: "Why do I always feel that every time I break through the Great Realm, the White Bone Plain will carry out a powerful transformation of my body......"

The time the spark was lit.

Middle, back.

Ning Yi clenched his fists, the blood in his body contained a small amount of divinity, which should be the credit of the Dantian White Bone Plain, transporting the excess divinity into the blood, when he was injured, he would be like the top of Changling Mountain, a large area of purple xia would emerge, and his injuries would heal quickly.

This is a kind of "talent" that is extremely rebellious under the Ten Realms, but unfortunately, it takes a long time in between, and Ning Yi can't use it twice in one battle.

After doing these arrangements, Ning Yi looked inward again, and immersed all his mind in the bottom of his divine pool.

The divinity is like water, and the milky white bottom of the pool gives birth to wisps of pitch-black air, swaying like seaweed.

These pitch-black "dead air" correspond to the "Stone Tablet Sword Intent" on the pool surface.

Every time he observes a stone tablet of Changling, while Ning Yi absorbs the sword intent, he will also absorb the corresponding death qi.

"I'm going to see what the hell happens. Ning Yi smiled indifferently, he took a light breath, at present, these dead qi are quite honest, and they have not attacked.

In the 1,000 years of the Great Sui, none of the geniuses who climbed to the top of Changling Mountain and read all the stone tablets of their own cultivation path had a good end...... Ning Yi had heard about this, in fact, he was also a little stunned in his heart, the White Bone Plains had no reaction to these dead gases, he wanted to try to touch the bone flute and absorb the dead gas, but later found that this was useless at all.

There is a great terror between life and death.

The most powerful rule of heaven and earth, placed here, even if the bone flute can absorb the starlight and transform into divinity, it cannot reverse life and death.

When Emperor Taizong was not on the throne when he was young, there were three geniuses in the world of the Great Sui who were young and famous, at that time, when the four of them had not ignited the star of life, they were inseparable from each other, one of them was Mr. Lu Sheng of Shushan, and the other was said to be a mysterious woman who did not know the origin, about this mysterious woman, after returning from the Red Mountain, Ning Yi once felt that she was a young Quanke who lived out the second life after sitting and forgetting.

There is another one, who is a loose cultivator, who walked out of southern Xinjiang, but has never done anything harmful, and calls himself the first mountain in southern Xinjiang, known as a "living immortal".

That loose cultivator once climbed the Changling Tomb on foot, and not only looked at his own "Great Dao", but also looked at other "Dao", such as the way of the sword, the way of the sword, the way of the gun, and even the left way of the side door, the three religions and nine streams, and the methods of all kinds of immortals.

Ning Yi carefully recalled that after he stepped into the Changling Tomb, he saw the thousand-year-old cemetery, in fact, many stone tablets have been damaged, it is said that they are all "good things" done by the "living immortals", because the "artistic conception" he got is not enough, he continued to ask for it without any scruples, and he didn't care how much death he would absorb, and the final outcome was to take away all the artistic conception of a whole stone tablet, dry up and fish, and the stone tablets that he "fancied" were uprooted, and the artistic conception was cut off into fly ash after being drained.

Defying the sky.

Changling is a place of creation that is difficult for ordinary geniuses to bear, and it is not easy to withstand the divine thoughts of the great cultivators of the Nirvana realm, and it is not easy to observe the artistic conception, let alone do the same as the "living immortal".

However, the end result is ......

That "Living Immortal" was infinitely beautiful for a while, and there was no opponent in the Ten Realms, and even among the four Lu Shengs at that time, he could be called slightly taller.

It's just that later, there was no ...... who attained the state of nirvana He's the only one.

Don't say nirvana.

This loose cultivator who stood at the highest point in southern Xinjiang didn't even ignite the life star, and when he broke through the tenth realm, he died under the terrifying heavenly tribulation, and he died on fire.

There is a stele in Changling that he left behind, there is nothing in it, it is empty, but it is the only special existence of the stele left in Changling with the cultivation of the Ten Realms, and the stele is placed on the top of the mountain of Changling, and the original stele is the same, it is shrouded in fog all the year round, and ordinary people cannot see it.

The Southern Xinjiang cultivator left his name.

Yu Qingshui, a name that is so elegant that it looks like a Jiangnan woman, but unfortunately it has not been proven.

This is the last trace of his stay in this world.

......

......

Ning Yi suddenly stopped.

He frowned, the ancient trees of Changling on both sides were swaying in the wind, and the water droplets that had not yet evaporated were shaken off, and they were thousands of threads, hanging on the bluestone slab.

The whole long mausoleum, from the inside out, seems to have woken up.

At the end of the mist, there was a shadow holding an umbrella and slowly walked out.

It was a big red oil-paper umbrella, looking at the texture and appearance, it was nine points similar to my own, and even the inner breath in the oil-paper umbrella seemed to have a familiar feeling.

The figure holding the big red oil-paper umbrella is not high, and the mists cover the person's face, looking at the body, it seems to be just a girl?

When they passed by, a hoarse voice sounded flatly.

"There is a great terror between life and death, this sentence is not for fun, inhaling so much dead air...... Ning Yi, you'd better be careful, don't follow Yu Qingshui's back path. ”

Ning Yi's pupils contracted slightly.

The two of them had already passed by.

Ning Yi suddenly stood up, he turned his head and asked seriously, "Senior, have we met somewhere?"

Hear the words.

The shadow of the big red umbrella also stopped moving forward.

Up and down the mountain road, there was silence, only the rustle of leaves.

Ning Yi rubbed his eyebrows, he looked at the shadow of the umbrella, and suddenly smiled.

"Guessed it?"

Chu Xuan didn't look back, and also smiled.

"Guessed it. Ning Yi said honestly: "Lord Mountain, the junior has a problem. ”

"My senior brother, are you really dead?"