By this time, two weeks had passed, and the eternal night was about to fall.

The sky had darkened, and the village's inhabitants, who had used to occasionally come out for activities, had now sealed off their houses completely.

Yang Mu also felt something in his heart, the cold air in this ghost place had only quietly penetrated into his body, but now it had become violent, like a knife.

As night fell, the wind gradually appeared, and more and more raged between heaven and earth.

It is an extremely powerful wind, like a treasure, capable of piercing through the bodies of living beings and taking life.

Yang Zhaolie and his party also walked out, they had been rectifying in the house before, and now that the polar night had fallen, they had come out to cultivate.

"Mu'er, do you know what the realm is?"

Yang Zhaolie asked Yang Mu with a smile, his eyes were full of doting. He could see that his son was very serious about his cultivation and made rapid progress.

"The realm is said to be the embodiment of the coercion of the strong," Yang Mu replied, "Everyone's temperament is different, so the effect of the realm cannot be the same." However, only the truly strong can master this skill. ”

"A real powerhouse?" Yang Zhaolie smiled, "Well said, then let me ask you again, what is a real powerhouse?"

"Like a human emperor, sitting in the imperial city, the four wild alien races, no one comes to attack. Yang Mu replied as soon as he opened his mouth.

"That's all?" Yang Zhaolie's tone paused, "There is only one human emperor, but it is not uncommon for a strong person among the human race. ”

Yang Mu thought of the Ghost Emperor again, and said, "I know a senior who abandoned the magic medicine like a cover, suppressed the heroes, and killed decisively, he should be regarded as good." ”

"What you said is good, but it's not all right," Yang Zhaolie shook his head, "A real strong person is one who is strong and has absolute confidence in his own strength. ”

"Only with absolute self-confidence can we grasp the power of coercion, and then transform it into a realm!"

Seeing that Yang Mu was thoughtful, Yang Zhaolie spoke again, "Only a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator can master the power of the realm, this is the experience of the former, but these experiences may not be reliable. ”

"Some cultivators of the Transformation Realm, in my opinion, have extremely weak foundations, and their cultivation is even inferior to yours, but they have all cultivated their own realm. ”

"The environment here is as you can see, extremely harsh, but in this extreme environment, there must be a breakthrough. There will be no one to interfere here, and you can unleash your coercion as much as you want. ”

Yang Mu nodded, "I understand, I'll leave here when there are some results." ”

Yang Zhaolie asked a few more words, and then left this area, several of them have their own purposes, they want to complete all kinds of cultivation and achieve breakthroughs, it is impossible to accompany Yang Mu here all the time.

Yang Mu took a deep breath, and the divine light on the surface of his body flowed, confronting the constantly circling Gangfeng.

These winds, and the extreme cold, are indeed many times stronger than during the day.

However, Yang Mu's Nirvana method has already reached the second stage, and in the case of the Divine Xi protecting the body, he is not afraid of these harsh conditions at all.

He began to run the Extreme Abyss Divine Technique around his body, and this exercise had four layers, Seven Cold Sealing Demons, Ice Array Imperial Dragon, Nine-foot Falling Star, and Extreme Abyss Divine Body.

The fourth treasure technique, on the contrary, is the most basic method of forging the body, which can stimulate one's own potential at the same time.

As he moved it, billions of beams of light were cast from the stars, just as he had when he first entered the Dao and practiced this exercise.

Gradually, he once again felt the illusion that the stars were worshipping him like his followers.

Inadvertently, a layer of tattoos appeared on his body, which was the star map above the sky, majestic and breathtaking.

Coercion is a thing, although it is also a part of strength, but in most cases, it can only be used against one's own weak existence to have a certain effect.

Unless it is made powerful, or even turned into an entity that can be directly perceived, it can be used to fight against opponents of the same level.

This is the realm, and in its own realm, it is the true master.

Yang Mu gathered all his true qi and slowly opened his eyes, the star map on his body flickered slightly, and he saw that the surrounding boulders were cracked.

This is pure coercion, and it can reach this point without using a trace of true qi.

Yang Mu knew that there was an absolute relationship between the realm and the mentality of the monks, and because of this, the monks who possessed the realm were extremely rare, and each of them was the existence of a hegemon.

He completely restrained his true qi, and he was just using his body to resist the severe cold of the Gangfeng.

In this state, the picture captures a trace of enlightenment.

Time passed, but he remained unmoved, like a statue, losing his breath.

The cold qi invaded his body, and it was already about to hurt the meridians, and the raging Gangfeng also began to cut his body.

At this moment, Yang Mu finally made a move again, his lips twitched slightly, and he chanted an obscure incantation.

For a while, the wind around him stopped instantly, and the snowflakes were not falling, and they stopped in mid-air strangely.

After Yang Muyin recited that incantation, his eyes were still lowered, and he didn't have any life.

The sky had completely darkened, and the wind was still sweeping in the four fields, and the snowflakes were broken in it, flying down in embarrassment.

Yang Mu sat in the same place so strangely, everything around him was still, as if he was cut off from the outside world.

He entered the Dao, and under such circumstances, he entered the realm of Xuan and Xuan Enlightenment, and the true qi and essence of his body were wildly escaping, but fortunately, the light on the surface of his body continued to flow and replenish his physical strength.

This is another retreat, and even with his divine sense, there will be another metamorphosis.

Yang Zhaolie felt something, looked in the direction of Yang Mu, and sighed slightly, "This kid is a little bit towards me, once he finds the right goal, he is so desperate." ”

"Are you worried?" the fat man asked on the side, it was the first time he saw Yang Zhaolie's face with this kind of expression, "That kid has a deep foundation, at least I have never seen such a strong Divine Dawn Realm, you don't have to worry." ”

Before the arrival of the polar night, the powerful aura released by Yang Mu during the retreat not only frightened Duan Chuxia, but also secretly sighed to themselves.

The tiger father has no dog son, and it is really terrifying to be able to reach this level of Divine Dawn Realm.

"I'm not worried, I'm a little scared. Yang Zhaolie shook his head and sighed.

"I'm afraid he'll surpass you, and that's even more unacceptable," said the fat man with a smile, "he's your son, and even if he surpasses you one day, there's no harm." ”

"You misunderstood," Yang Zhaolie shook his head again, "I told him that the Divine Dawn Realm was able to grasp the power of the realm, but I was actually lying to him, and it was not easy for him to grasp the general feeling that he was expected to be.

But now it seems that he has a tendency to succeed. Once he has mastered the power of the realm, don't you know what that means?"

The fat man swallowed his saliva, and his tone trembled a little, "Mastering the realm with the Divine Dawn Realm, if I'm not mistaken, this seems to lead to a road." ”

A path that no one has ever walked since the primeval times.

Once someone sets foot on it, he will inevitably die on the road of death.

"Even if we wait, we can't snoop on it. Yang Zhaolie pondered for a long time before sighing, "Success or failure depends on his own creation." ”