"Brother Ling, if you really can't withstand the terrifying coercion in the stone tablet, don't be reckless. The purpose of our trip is to prevent the red ghost from finding the luck of China, and we don't want to check what kind of glorious thing this stone tablet is. Although Ling Yu didn't feel too affected, Yu Shi Tianxin, who was on the edge of the pit, saw a trace of abnormality. He found that when Ling Yu dug a distance of about five zhang below the stone stele, Ling Yu's face became more and more gray, as if he was poisoned in his body. Moreover, as the blood on the stone tablet diffused, Ling Yu's face unexpectedly showed cyan marks from time to time.

"I'm fine!Brother Tianxin, you stay away, I'm going to dig up the entire stone tablet!" Hearing Yu Tianxin's words of concern, Ling Yu shook his head lightly and gritted his teeth and said. At this time, half of Ling Yu's broken sword had already been opened, and if he went deeper, the broken sword would definitely be sharp.

Looking at Ling Yu's stubborn eyes, Yu Shitianxin had no choice but to sigh, and finally drove the divine bell away from the pit. He didn't expect Ling Yu to be so tenacious, even though the terrifying coercion emanating from the stone tablet almost tore the flesh and skin of living beings, Ling Yu was still gritting his teeth and persevering, this kind of heart was admirable.

And after Ling Yu told the Heavenly Heart of the World to stay away, he once again injected spiritual power into the broken sword and began a new round of excavation. The sword qi that came out of the broken sword surrounded Ling Yu's side, and the Holy Dragon armor had already wrapped Ling Yu at some point, resisting the all-pervasive terrifying aura. I don't know why, obviously the sword qi has been surrounding Ling Yu's side, competing with the terrifying aura in the stone tablet, but Ling Yu always feels as if something is wrong. He thought to himself as he dug through the soil beneath the stele. After about a cup of tea, Ling Yu was stunned for a moment, and finally realized the problem. The place where he was at the bottom of the pit where the stone tablet was buried, and the strange blood from before had flowed backwards into the stone tablet from the soil at the bottom of the pit. Although the terrifying aura emitted by the blood-soaked stone tablet could open the seal for the broken sword, it was all so smooth that Ling Yu inadvertently ignored the most fundamental problem.

That is, the power of the stele. Ling Yu had heard the Heavenly Spirit Bead mention the past of the vast ancient land, and knew that although this stone tablet was a glorious thing that symbolized the twelve worlds of the heavens, it had experienced glory and was worshiped by incense, but at the same time, it was also disgusted and abandoned by people. The terrifying stone tablet that can be used as a symbol of the twelve heavens cannot be ordinary ancient jade or bluestone, that is to say, the material of this stone tablet must not be an ordinary stone. And such a spiritual holy relic that has experienced both glory and gloom cannot have its own consciousness, and it is even more impossible to be unable to hurt itself because of the sword qi in the broken sword.

At this moment, Ling Yu thought of the words that Yu Shi Tianxin had said before, and gradually understood the root of the problem. That is, at this time, he has fallen into a hallucinatory nightmare. Because the Heavenly Spirit Bead had tried his best to dissuade himself before, don't do any more crooked thoughts about the stone tablet, the Heavenly Spirit Bead is a chaotic artifact, although Ling Yu quarrels with him on weekdays, but Ling Yu has great respect for the Heavenly Spirit Bead in his heart, and it is impossible to take his words as a deaf ear. But this time, Ling Yu not only did not follow the advice of the Heavenly Spirit Bead, but also automatically ignored the Heavenly Spirit Bead's dissuasion. Even at this time, Ling Yu could no longer hear the persuasion of the Heavenly Spirit Bead. The Heavenly Spirit Bead has always been secluded in his own sea of consciousness, and it is impossible for him to turn a blind eye to the Heavenly Spirit Bead. In this way, it seems that there is only one possibility. Ling Yu was blinded by the aura emanating from the blood-stained stone tablet, and even made him feel like a fallen demon.

This is not Ling Yu's random speculation, but an inference made from the surrounding environment. It is true that the broken sword was opened by the angry qi, but if the broken sword was opened, there was no need to disperse the sword qi and surround it around his side. There is also the Holy Dragon Armor, Ling Yu clearly remembers that after he jumped into the pit, he did not take the initiative to summon the Holy Dragon Armor, and the Holy Dragon Armor was completely awakened by himself. This also shows that the Holy Dragon Armor is also aware of the danger he has suffered. Another reason that made Ling Yu believe that he had fallen into the illusion was the attitude of the Heavenly Heart of the Imperial World, Ling Yu felt that he was being wrapped in sword qi and was not disturbed by the aura of anger. But the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. Looking at Yu Shi Tianxin's face just now, it was obvious that he had found something abnormal. But at the same time, he didn't know his state at this time, and after he expressed the signal to the other party that his body was fine, even if he had doubts, Yu Shi Tianxin still did it.

When Ling Yu realized as if he had been enlightened, he suddenly picked up the broken sword, and used the edge of the broken sword to reflect his cheeks. And when Ling Yu saw his cheek clearly on the two-finger-wide Xueliang sword blade, his heart instantly sank, and a bad premonition came to his heart. Ling Yu found that the face reflected by the mirror-like sword blade was extremely blue, and Ling Yu's eyes faintly flashed with red light, which was the precursor to going mad. And Ling Yu didn't deliberately perform any exercises from beginning to end, so there was only one reason that could bring him into the realm of going mad and falling into the demon, and it was the ghost of the stone tablet.

Ling Yu clenched his teeth, stopped the movement in his hand, he sat cross-legged in the deep pit, and recited the "Heart Purification Mantra" in his heart. The mysterious sound in the spell brought Ling Yu into the ethereal realm, pulling Ling Yu back at the moment when one foot had already stepped into the ghost gate. And when she re-exited the Nightmare Illusion, Ling Yu felt her state. His internal organs seemed to be poured into the magma of fire, and the heat was unbearable. The golden dantian also seemed to be boiled, and it kept tumbling. The eight small balls were swept up by the heat wave in the dantian and kept spinning over the dantian. At the same time, an irresistible sense of exhaustion came like a tsunami, enveloping Ling Yu. At this moment, Ling Yu finally understood everything, the safety he felt before was all an illusion, in fact, he had already fallen under the spell of anger. Those spells kept corroding his internal organs, knowing the sea dantian, so Ling Yu was hit hard.

And now, there are only two paths in front of Ling Yu. Either decisively jump out of the pit and go to the Heavenly Gate to find Nangong Yu and others and Huaxia luck. What the glory of the Twelve Worlds of the Heavens, what the truth of the stone tablet, no longer mattered, after all, all other truths seemed insignificant compared to being alive. Or, Ling Yu made a desperate bet and continued to dig under the stele. At this time, Ling Yu had already dug up about five zhang, that is to say, if there were four more zhang, Ling Yu would be able to see everything on the stele. However, advancing and retreating at this moment became the most difficult choice issue, leaving Ling Yu in a dilemma.

"Fight, isn't it the depth of four zhang, the little master is out!" After thinking about it, Ling Yu gritted his teeth violently and said in a deep voice. At this time, only one-third of the broken sword had not yet been opened, and Ling Yu didn't want to give up. Therefore, after he thought deeply, he still made a very irrational choice.

After Ling Yu finished speaking, he took a deep breath and spread all the spiritual power around his body among the hundreds of bones in his limbs. Then, while silently reciting the "Pure Heart Mantra", he carefully dug up the soil under the stone tablet. After exiting the illusion realm, Ling Yu realized how difficult it was all about. On top of Ling Yu's head, it was like pressing a 10,000-pound boulder, and every time Ling Yu dug down the soil, he was under an irresistible pressure. Three, two, and one...... When the bottom of the stele was only three feet long and had not yet been reclaimed by Ling Yu, Ling Yu's seven orifices had already flowed bright red blood, which looked extremely hideous.

Ling Yu's skull seemed to have hundreds of millions of ants gnawing at his brain, and at the same time, there was an unstoppable howl of ghosts lingering in his sea of consciousness. Ling Yu had a splitting headache, he didn't have any strength in his body, and every tiny movement seemed to be able to affect his whole body, making him exhausted and about to faint.

However, it is not without some good news. When Ling Yu almost dug out the stele completely, he finally saw the fourth word of the stele clearly. The blood in his eyes fell on the soil, moistening silently. Ling Yu looked at the truth that she had already anticipated, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes. In fact, not long ago, Tianling Zhu had mentioned to Ling Yu that the Kunlun Realm was probably one of the Twelve Realms of the Heavens, and what Ling Yu saw at this time was only the answer that he had already known. Therefore, after seeing the word "boundary", Ling Yu looked down at the mysterious broken sword in his hand. He found that only an inch of the broken sword had not yet been opened. The blade of the sword that had been opened reflected with a golden glow, which was extremely dazzling. The original simple and bladeless broken sword seemed to have been reborn during the trip to the Kunlun realm, and the snowy light that permeated the blade turned the broken sword into a real divine blade, Ling Yu believed that after the broken sword was opened, his combat power was better than before.

An inch, an inch! Looking at the black rust marks that only had an inch left of the broken sword, Ling Yu gritted his teeth and stabbed the broken sword into the dirt under the stone tablet again. Is Ling Yu's purpose really to completely remove the rust marks on the broken sword and restore the broken sword to its former glory? There may be a reason for this, but it's not all. Because in Ling Yu's heart, in addition to wanting to restore the broken sword to its former glory, he also wanted to dig up the stone tablet completely! In fact, not only Ling Yu, but everyone was the same, it was a kind of stubbornness and persistence that was almost melted into the bones. The stele is only three feet away and will be completely revealed in the eyes of the world, it is a history that has been sealed for endless years, and it is a rebirth after ups and downs. And what Ling Yu wants to do is to let it reappear in the world, not only to give an explanation to himself, but also to give an explanation to this stone monument that has been fought for in the ups and downs of the sea. However, just when Ling Yu's last sword fell, something happened.

The distance of three feet was indeed not far, but almost every inch put Ling Yu on the verge of life and death to torture. He was under unspeakable pressure to dig up the stele completely. And when Ling Yu's last sword pierced into the dirt, the broken sword that had been completely vaporized and rusted had already touched the bottom of the stone stele, and a red blood light suddenly erupted from under the stone stele. Blood light rose into the sky, staining Ling Yu into a bloody man. And with that blood light rushing out, there was also a surging wave of qi. The power of the qi wave was like a heaven-shattering sage refining the stars, directly blasting Ling Yu out of the deep pit.

Ling Yu, who was swept out by the air wave, fell to a position three feet on the edge of the deep pit, his body was covered with blood, I don't know if it was his blood or the nameless blood gushing out from under the stone tablet. Ling Yu's expression was painful, as if all the muscles and bones in his body had been shattered. His head buzzed, and the loud roar made Ling Yu no longer able to hear any sound. In desperation, Ling Yu had no choice but to fight his spirit and look at the stone tablet in the deep pit. He saw that after he was swept out of the pit by the wave of qi, the blood-colored red light rushed out from under the pit again. The endless blood light was like a wave, transforming into a huge and strange blood-colored flower, and the stamen of the flower was the quaint stone tablet that symbolized the glory of the Twelve Realms of the Heavens. At this moment, dyed by the blood-colored red light, the stele became more and more demonic. As if it had received some mysterious power from the blood light, it slowly floated up from the deep pit and floated above the sky.

"Brother Shenlu, what should I do? It seems that the Zhenjie Divine Monument has been completely activated! The terrifying aura contained in those blood is boundless, not to mention the Huaxia cultivator, I'm afraid even you and I can't control it!" Looking at the Zhenjie Divine Monument emitting demonic blood light, the butterfly roared in shock.

"Wait!" Hearing the butterfly's words, the man who turned into a nine-colored deer clenched his teeth, and a look of struggle appeared in his eyes. He clenched his fists, and it looked like he was ready to strike. But just before he was about to rush towards the stone monument, he suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, and seemed to be a little unwilling.

Seeing that the nine-colored deer was still calm in this situation, a look of worry flashed in the butterfly's beautiful eyes, although she didn't know Ling Yu, she also knew that Ling Yu was under tremendous pressure at this time. As a woman, she really couldn't bear to let Ling Yu be refined by the stone stele, but the nine-colored deer seemed to be waiting for something, so even if the butterfly was extremely anxious, she had to look blankly at the Zhenjie Divine Monument and Ling Yu's figure, and secretly prayed for this person of Huaxia's heavenly inheritance.