Inside the Zhenxuan Tower.

Before the third World Venerable Altar, Xu Yang's figure was straight, his right hand was raised like a knife, and a ray of light as thin as a cicada's wings extended from his fingertips and condensed into the shape of a light blade.

"Drink!"

Xu Yang roared, his right arm shook suddenly, and the blade of light, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, slashed straight forward! At the same time, an almost imperceptible whistling sound sounded in the air.

The blade of light sank into the altar's base, leaving a deep imprint before slowly vanishing. ”“

"This time, it's finally a little bit better. This silent light blade is too difficult. Xu Yang condensed his eyebrows and pondered, he had been practicing the silent light blade mystic technique in the Zhenxuan Pagoda for the past few days, from the loud whistling sound at the beginning to the slight sound of breaking the air now, he had gone through tens of thousands of exercises, which could be described as extremely difficult.

In the past, cultivating the Fist of the Earth was much more bitter than this. At that time, Xu Yang, who was only in the realm of the Xuan King, persevered, not to mention that now, he has cultivated to the Xuan Emperor, and his endurance and comprehension have been greatly improved compared to before.

Persisting in practicing, Xu Yang is approaching the realm of the silent light blade step by step. His understanding of these seven basic runes has become more and more profound and familiar.

"One more time. Xu Yang silently summed up the experience of this time, suddenly opened his eyes, sank his waist again, and slammed his palm knife forward! At the same time, the extremely thin and extremely sharp blade of light on his fingertips flew out, leaving a deep imprint on the altar base in front of him again. It disappeared in an instant.

Success will always favor those who work hard.

Not how many times did Zhīdào practice, after a certain unintentional wave of his hand. Xu Yang suddenly felt a little different!

The reason is very simple, from the time he waved his palm to the time when the light blade came out, there was no sound during the period, it was exactly the same as the shot of the World Venerable's bones!

And this time the light blade was much more powerful than the previous tens of thousands of times, and it pierced the altar in front of it. From the other side of the altar, flew straight out. Melt into the fog behind you.

Xu Yang was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, trying his best to think and recall the feeling of the moment he had just shot.

"I see...... That's what it feels like! Urging the seven runes, instantly compressing and condensing the light blade to the extreme......" Xu Yang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of excitement.

"Click", "Click"......

Xu Yang was alarmed by the sound of bones rubbing, and when he looked up, it turned out that the petite bones of the World Venerable on the third altar actually stood up by himself.

"It's ...... Do you think I've already practiced the Silent Light Blade Occult and want to test me?" Xu Yang was no stranger to this scene. If he passes the test and casts the same silent light blade occult as the other party, then the fog blocking the front will dissipate. A fourth altar appears.

The bones of the Shizun confronted Xu Yang from afar. Almost at the same time, both sides slowly raised their right arms. The bone claws and palms are raised at the same time, like sharp sword blades.

"Whew", the arm fell, and two extremely sharp and palpitating light blades flew out at the same time. They cut forward without a sound! They seemed to be flying in another space, ignoring any air resistance. There was not the slightest sound of explosion.

Then, the two blades of light met horizontally and vertically.

There was no imaginary earth-shattering explosion, and the two blades of light shattered into two pieces while slashing through each other, still maintaining inertia and flying for a distance, and then shattered into bits of brilliance like broken diamonds, and dissipated without a trace.

The petite Shizun skeleton, with the pitch-black eye sockets on the skull, "looked" at Xu Yang, and then sat down slowly.

The mist behind the third altar dissipated with the wind, and in the mist, a hazy black shadow of the fourth altar appeared in the distance!

"Thank you for your teachings. Xu Yang walked over to the petite skeleton of the third altar and bowed respectfully in thanks. He is not the hairy boy who didn't understand anything, and now he has a vague feeling that the bones of the World Venerable on these altars are indeed different.

The bones of the three World-Honored Beings that have been encountered each have an amazing set of unique skills, and it is conceivable that during their lifetimes, they must have been outstanding existences among the World-Honored Beings, and they are by no means comparable to ordinary World-Honored Strong.

Why did these bones of the World-Honored One willingly present their mastery and hand it over to Xu Yang? This Wèntí Xu Yang could not find an answer. However, he vaguely guessed that this was inseparable from Zhenxuan Pagoda and Xuantian God.

Walking hundreds of feet forward, the color in front of me gradually changed. What was once a pure white glow has now turned into a crimson, steaming flame.

"What an altar of flames. ”

Xu Yang stopped, and the fourth altar had arrived. I have to say that the feeling of this altar for him is more shocking than the previous three.

The base of the altar was charred black, and it was covered with ring-shaped cracks, from which unquenchable red fire erupted from time to time. And above this altar of flames, a tall crimson skeleton stood proudly.

"The bones of the World-Honored One on this altar...... It should be majoring in the Law of Fire Pole!" Xu Yang quickly made a judgment.

"One, two, three, four, five, there are a total of five annular cracks, and the intensity of the red fire gushing out of them is also different. The flame in the outermost ring is the weakest, and the inner ring becomes stronger in turn. ”

Xu Yang observed for a moment, and finally found that in order to drop blood on this skeleton, he needed to go through five circles of red fire in succession.

Xu Yang has always been very confident in his ability to resist fire. After a little preparation, he stepped straight into the first circle of red fire.

"Snort", the flames gushed, and Xu Yang changed color instantly!

Almost instantly, the second layer of the Heavenly Palace above Xu Yang's head was lit up from the Fire Heavenly Palace, and the streamers formed by the Red Pole Heavenly Flame covered his whole body, forming a set of flame-like armor, which could survive the first circle of red fire.

However, in the face of the second circle, the momentum was twice as high, and Xu Yang didn't dare to step into it anyway.

"It seems that you have to study the red flames that come out of this altar carefully......" Xu Yang felt a trace of the same aura as the Red Pole Heavenly Flame from these red flames, "Perhaps, I can rely on the Fire Heavenly Palace to slowly absorb the power of the red fire of the altar and enhance my own flame essence purity." ”

Xu Yang was in the first fire circle, sitting cross-legged. A trace of scorching breath came to the face. (To be continued)