See.

And not dead.

Everyone saw Yang Yifan, who was being bombarded by a bucket-thick piece of lightning, and the blood shadow gun in his hand continued to burst out with a large area of scarlet light, fighting with the bones of a fierce beast like a hill.

"How so?"

"How could his injuries be so bad?"

"That's right. ”

Many martial artists discussed suspiciously, and they all saw it clearly, Yang Yifan's body was covered with terrifying wounds, and it was bloody, especially the chest position, which was almost completely torn apart.

Moreover, the geniuses who came out before, even if they were the sixth step of the Sendai Realm, were not so seriously injured, but Yang Yifan obviously had the strength to kill the seventh-step genius of the Sendai Realm.

Could it really be that a treasure or some secret technique was used?

Some of the guys are already guessing in their minds.

"Look behind him. ”

Someone suddenly shouted, and there was a deep shock in his voice.

Is there anything else weird?

Even the sea turned over the clouds, and the wind marks all turned their heads to look over, their brows furrowed, but they didn't see anything abnormal, the same sky covered by thunderclouds, the reckless and broken earth, and those scattered white bones.

Scattered white bones?

The eyes of the people of Hai Chuyun were fixed on those white bones at once, their eyes widened little by little, and a look of horror gradually emerged.

There was nothing peculiar about the white bones, but the point was that they didn't see a single intact skeleton, and all of them were shattered, that is, they were all killed.

But in order to pursue speed, they avoided everything they could, and many bones were not killed, but now that they were all killed by Yang Yifan, how could they not be shocked?

"What did he do with so many bones?"

"After killing, it can slightly increase the strength of the divine soul, but it is very weak. ”

"But if he has killed so much, his soul should be able to improve a lot. ”

"But he's the last one. ”

"It seems that as long as you come out alive, you will be considered passed, and there is no time limit. ”

the groove.

Listening to the discussions of those martial artists, the geniuses who had come out immediately scolded in their hearts, their faces were hard to see, they were only pursuing speed before, but they forgot about this.

It's fast enough, but there is no reward at all, and killing corpses in the dragon gate can at least increase the strength of the soul.

Oh yes.

The sea turned over the clouds, the wind marks, the cloud pond, and Tianlan's face was also ugly as water, they didn't expect Yang Yifan to have this attitude, they suddenly regretted it in their hearts, they knew that this was the case, they should also be sharpened and improved in it, but unfortunately, it is impossible for them to go in again now.

"How much time does this take?"

"yes. ”

Some geniuses muttered.

"Just wait. ”

The voice of the quasi-saint Zhong Dao rang out, "As long as there are people walking outside, the first level of assessment will not be over." ”

The fish leaping over the dragon gate is going through endless tribulations, and this dragon gate is a kind of grinding and improvement, and the pursuit of faster speed has lost its original meaning.

It's a pity that among so many people, only Yang Yifan has seen through it.

This undoubtedly made Zhong Dao's appreciation for Yang Yifan a little more.

There is no way, the quasi-saints have spoken, and everyone can only wait here, but watching Yang Yifan constantly killing corpses and bones and slowly improving his strength, this makes Hai Chuanyun and these guys feel extremely unhappy.

It's better to die sooner.

Some geniuses cursed Yang Yifan in their hearts.

Unfortunately, they were disappointed.

Although the injury was not light, and he had to withstand the bombardment of lightning from time to time, Yang Yifan never fell, wielding the blood shadow gun in his hand, killing one corpse after another.

And so the clock ticked.

The sea is turning over the clouds, the wind marks these guys are even more anxious and aggrieved, there is nothing more painful than just watching the enemy improve his strength little by little, but he can't do anything.

Torture.

It's too tormenting.

The other geniuses reacted in a similar way.

Only the white-clothed young man who came out first still remained calm and calm, and even his face was as cold as it was at the beginning, as if it was carved from cold ice.

Half a month later.

Yang Yifan only began to gradually get closer to the exit position, and the injuries on his body became more and more serious, but the continuous fighting made the bloody aura emanating from his body more than ten times more powerful than before, even if he was just looking outside, many people had a feeling that they didn't dare to look directly.

Maybe it was because the number of times he was struck by lightning was too much, and the broken flesh and blood on Yang Yifan's body faintly seemed to have an electric light rushing by.

Stronger.

The strong people who were watching could feel that although Yang Yifan was injured, his strength was indeed enhanced, not only his soul, but also his body, flesh and blood, which was even better than before under the bombardment of lightning.

It's a pity.

This kind of opportunity was left to Yang Yifan alone by those guys.

They were also regretting in their hearts, if the sea turned over the clouds, and the geniuses of the wind scars did not come out, and they were also killing the white bones to improve, then the benefits that Yang Yifan got would definitely not be so great.

When Yang Yifan walked to the exit, a full month had passed, watching the lively martial artists come and go, while Hai Chuyun and other geniuses had been waiting here, some guys could only sit cross-legged and go down to cultivate, but in this kind of occasion to cultivate, the effect was conceivable.

When he arrived at the exit, Yang Yifan did not come out directly, but took out the best spirit stone and began to quickly recover the almost dry spiritual power in his body.

Another week passed, the injury recovered, the spiritual power was full, and in the eyes of extreme remorse and pain from the sea and clouds, wind marks and other guys, Yang Yifan chose to break through.

Without any accidents, he was successfully promoted to the seventh step of the Sendai Realm, if it wasn't for the fact that he still needed to continue refining spiritual power to expand the spiritual sea, then he could have broken through to the eighth step of the Sendai Realm directly, because the power of those corpses and bones had improved his divine soul too much, and the strength of the divine soul had already surpassed that of the eighth step martial artist of the Sendai Realm.

The breakthrough was successful, and Yang Yifan came out.

Click.

Seeing Yang Yifan come out, the fists of many geniuses such as Hai Chuanyun clenched all of a sudden, and their faces were extremely ugly, they had been waiting here for more than a month in vain, but Yang Yifan had successfully broken through a small realm inside.

The most important thing is that they feel that the opportunities inside should also have their share, but now they are all cheaper than Yang Yifan, so how can this make them feel aggrieved?

It's finally time to start the next round.

The warriors around the square were also relieved, watching Yang Yifan killing corpses there every day, they were also bored.

"Now that it's all out, let's start the next round. ”

Zhong Dao's voice rang out.

Many geniuses immediately warned themselves in their hearts, this time they must not be in a hurry, they must think clearly, if they miss the opportunity in vain, then they will not find a place to cry.