Ying Xuan was in the restaurant, holding a teacup in his hand, and a ray of essence flashed in his eyes, he didn't expect that the treacherous stream was so cunning, knowing that this time would definitely cause an uproar, and he also left a way back for himself. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I have to say that this is a clever move, with the testimony of dozens of monks, those monks who were sacrificed alive on the ancient battlefield are afraid that after death, they will still have a name that they don't know what to do.

"What a cunning!"

Ying Xuan sneered in his heart, who else would be more familiar with the truth of the ancient battlefield than him, and there was actually any Yin Wind Eye, imposing a formation seal, and all the troublemakers were not caused by the Yin Spirit.

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, Ying Xuan had already moved his mind, whether to pour another handful of oil on this fire that had already burned, and let the treacherous stream eat its own fruits.

Immediately, a cold shadow flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but hesitate a little in his heart, and then sighed, Xia Yubing is also one of the participants in this incident, Ying Xuan has never been a person who is unkind, and when he thinks of the old feelings, he feels a little difficult to do.

"Alas...... Forget it, now you can only go with the flow. ”

Some soft-hearted Ying Xuan finally dispelled this idea, and he didn't know what kind of face he should face when facing Xia Yubing in the future.

However, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, Ying Xuan obviously underestimated the weight of the monks who went to the ancient battlefield this time, those monks who disappeared inexplicably have been controlled by people with intentions, and not only that, but they also pry out something extraordinary from their mouths.

The person behind it has a faint shadow of the Qianyuan Sect.

After a few days, I don't know where the news came from, the trick is very big, luring the monks to the ancient battlefield and sacrificing people alive, in order to regain the power of the old Yin spirit.

As soon as these words came out, the earth of the North Underworld shook instantly, and the other three families and six sects pointed at the treacherous and dry stream, and their words were sharp, and there was already a tendency to denounce it, and the treacherous and dry stream became the target of everyone.

When Ying Xuan knew this news, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, it seemed that he still underestimated the strength of the three families and seven sects, and the forces were complicated, you have me, I have you, it seems that there are ghosts in the treacherous stream!

Otherwise, the monk who walked out of the ancient battlefield, except for himself, is only the snow without a trace, and the person behind it, could it be him?

All of this has become confusing.

But it is undeniable that as soon as the treacherous conspiracy came out, it instantly caused an uproar, and the big forces such as the Shenling Stage, the Jiang Family, and the Miaoyin Pavilion were extremely angry, because they knew that there were disciples who had fallen into the ancient battlefield, and it was estimated that they would not be able to escape at this moment.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, but Ying Xuan is out of the matter, this kind of dispute between big forces, with Ying Xuan's current strength, is still too small, and he doesn't dare to get involved easily, if he is not careful, he will become cannon fodder and disappear.

A month later, on a vast grassland, lightning and thunder roared, and it rained heavily, and the overwhelming rain curtain obscured the sight, and everywhere as far as the eye could see, it was a haze.

The rumbling thunder was deafening, as if there were thousands of troops and horses galloping, and the earth seemed to tremble a little, and the heavenly might was terrifying.

The herdsmen in the grassland have driven their cattle and sheep into the fences, and the people have taken refuge in crumbling tents to shelter from the wind and rain.

The thunder in the sky continued to roar, and the cattle and sheep were in the heavy rain, and under the oppression of Tianwei, the four hooves trampled in a panic, and some even curled up into a ball, shivering.

In the pouring rain, there was a young man who looked at the sky with perseverance, as if he had turned a deaf ear to the lightning and thunder in the sky.

The momentum on his body is fierce, and in the face of the power of the thunder, not only is there no fear, but faintly, there is a sense of provocation.

Silently, there was an extra black sword tire in the young man's hand, the sword tire was full of strong thunder power, and the electric arc was faintly visible flowing on the sword tire, and the purple electric arc was like a small spiritual snake, constantly circling.

The young man slowly lifted the sword fetus, pointed at the sky, full of boundless domineering, his face was resolute, and there was a touch of ruthlessness in his eyes.

Rumble!

As if sensing the remnant aura in the sword fetus, or not being able to bear the provocation of the young man, a thick arc of electricity instantly tore down from the sky, and suddenly exploded, illuminating this grassland, under the collapse of dark clouds, it was like day in an instant.

Hearing this explosion, the herdsmen in the tent were full of worry, and some people held the crying children in their arms and kept coaxing them, and the cattle and sheep were even more impatient, rampage in the fence.

However, in the face of this torn thunder arc, the young man's eyes were not shocked but happy, his feet stepped heavily on the ground, and the lower half of his body turned into a fishtail, as if jumping up from the waves.

A hideous dragon head was conjured up on the body, mighty and extraordinary, in the pouring rain, with the rain, the kiss was like a fish in water, and the power was even more rapid.

The black sword tire in his hand, instead of retreating, advanced, slammed towards the thunder that slashed down, and went up, the thunder arc suddenly split on the sword tire, and the purple arc rammed on the sword tire, and it was transmitted to the young man's body.

The young man's body trembled, and in mid-air, he was shaking like a sheep having a seizure, but the look in his eyes was firm, without a trace of fear.

Drink!

The young man burst into tears, and the spiritual power in his body was like a roaring river, constantly collapsing among the hundreds of limbs, and constantly fighting against the thunder torn into his body.

There are also many thunderbolts that have been differentiated and eaten, refined into the dantian, purple arcs filled the dantian, among which there is a hexagram seed, the whole body is surrounded by shining purple, with a terrifying violent aura, hidden deep in it.

Silently, the violent thunder in the dantian was swallowed by that purple seed, turning into a rolling thunder spirit qi, and it was steaming.

After receiving the fierce blow of the thunder, although the boy's body was charred black, like a piece of coal, his body trembled even more, and he looked like crazy.

Rumble!

At this moment, there was another thick thunderbolt, like a roaring angry dragon, tearing down from the sky, and the rumbling thunder was like an angry dragon roaring, opening its teeth and dancing its claws, and it was once again raging towards the boy.

In the face of the thunder tearing again, the young man did not stop there, hiding the sword fetus, but instead gritted his teeth, clenching his trembling teeth.

Holding back the tearing pain of the meridians of his body, the young man held the sword fetus in his hand, a touch of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes, and he waved the sword fetus again, pointing his sword high in the air.

The sword fetus in his hand with a domineering momentum, once again a hard blow to the thunder, the thick heavenly thunder once again slashed on the young man's body, with a breath of destruction, it seemed to be a little angry at the young man's repeated provocations, intending to crush his bones and scatter ashes.

Bang!

The boy's body slammed into the grassland, splashing all over the ground, and it was pitch black, and it was even more spasmodic, and the muddy water continued to wash over the boy's body, but the boy didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

With a will to insist, the young man finally put away the black sword fetus in his hand, sighed helplessly in his heart, looked at the mess in his body, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The young man is Ying Xuan, and in the past month, he has continuously fallen into a crazy state of cultivation, in order to refine the thunder aura as soon as possible, evolve the thunder spirit liquid, and step into the eighth layer of evolution.

As the number of lightning strikes increased, the lightning resistance of Ying Xuan's body became more and more powerful, and today, he can resist more than one thunderbolt, and he can continue to be tough with two heavenly might.

At the beginning, a thunderbolt had already choked Ying Xuan and almost died, but in the back, the tempering of a thunderbolt could no longer satisfy Ying Xuan, and he noticed that there was still strength in his body, and Ying Xuan also gritted his teeth, and he was tough two times in a row.

Facts have proved that Ying Xuan's bet was right, but his body is also uncomfortable, and the sour taste is only known to the parties.

However, under the oppression of the two thunderbolts, Ying Xuan also burst out with more potential, the spiritual power in his body continued to compete, the dantian continued to refine, and the progress of cultivation became more and more rapid, even with the tenacity of the body, it was not the same as in the past.

There is only a month left to fight with Ma Feiming, and Ying Xuan is also racing against time, and he is even more anxious in his heart.

If he failed to break through the eighth layer of evolution within a month, facing Ma Feiming, who had already stepped into the transformation realm with one foot, Ying Xuan would not have half a chance of winning.

You must know that at that time, he was chased and killed by Ma Feiming, and he was extremely embarrassed, and he even fell into the Canglan Ganges River and almost died.

There is no room for defeat in this battle!

The anger in his heart turned into a rolling power, and there are now two thunder powers in his body, which are constantly rampage, and Ying Xuan's current body is a little unbearable.

The body is full of holes and a mess, if it weren't for the turtle shell runes in the dantian Zhen Hexagram Seeds, which are constantly assisting in refining the thunder, Ying Xuan is estimated to have become a lifeless piece of coke now.

The sky is still thundering, the heavy rain is also constantly falling, on the vast grassland, only Ying Xuan's dark body remains, lying on the ground from time to time twitching, faintly visible purple arcs, flowing from time to time, looking extremely terrifying.

When the sky cleared, the sun broke out of the dark clouds, dispelling the crushing dark clouds in the sky, and the sun shone on the earth again, and a rainbow with colorful light hung in the sky.

"Hoo ......"

Ying Xuan exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, with a hint of palpitations on his face, a little afraid, two thunderbolts, although they can maximize the potential of the body, but it is also a little difficult to resist.

A thunderbolt, obviously unable to satisfy Ying Xuan, had to take the risk, at this moment I felt a weakness in my body, and I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly.

Time passed quietly, and the day of the war was getting closer and closer, and Ying Xuan's heart became more and more impatient.

However, because the matter of the living sacrifice monk of the treacherous stream was spread and condemned by several other families, there were faint signs of an outbreak, and the battle between the two juniors, Ying Xuan and Ma Feiming, also became a little insignificant.

In this way, half a month has passed, and there is only less than half a month left before the time to make an appointment with Ma Feiming.

At this time, Ying Xuan, standing on the top of an unnamed mountain, couldn't help but feel a little sad on his face, he had done his best to break through the eighth layer of evolution, but to this day, the thunder aura seeds in his body still showed no signs of liquefaction.

The realm of the eighth layer is the most of every realm, and it is the last level, coupled with the rarity of thunder aura, the realm of the eighth layer has been difficult since ancient times, and I don't know how many heroes have been stumped.

Now Ying Xuan is also stuck here, although it is already two hard thunders, but still has not been able to take that crucial step.

The hexagram seeds of the dantian in the body were filled with purple gas, as if they would liquefy at any time.

It's just that there is a lack of opportunity, and the day of the big war is getting closer and closer, and Ying Xuan doesn't have much time to hone and wait, what he wants is to break through the eighth layer of evolution as quickly as possible.

Therefore, today, Ying Xuan decided to fight hard, and the three heavenly thunders were fierce, using the danger of life and death to stimulate the potential of the whole body to the greatest extent, and the danger of life and death to become the slightest opportunity for him to break through the eighth layer of evolution.

A dark cloud slowly drifted from the distant sky, Ying Xuan sat on the top of the mountain, holding his breath and concentrating, trying to adjust the state of his whole body to the peak in order to face the upcoming hard battle.

The black sword tire lay across Ying Xuan's knees, and at this time, there was a purple arc flowing on the black sword tire from time to time, and the gray air flow was completely invisible, and the entire sword tire was even more dark and restrained.

After more than two months of tempering, the remnant spirit aura on the sword fetus has been forced into the depths of the sword fetus, and the turtle has shrunk into a ball and hidden, which can no longer affect Ying Xuan's mind.

But the remnant spirit is always in the sword fetus, which is a big hidden danger in Ying Xuan's heart, but he doesn't know what Ji Ye's idea is, every time he asks, he answers with a mysterious and unpredictable face, which makes Ying Xuan's teeth itch for a while.

However, what is certain is that after the tempering of the power of thunder, the black sword tire is no longer the same as before, and when Ying Xuan wielded it, there was a rumbling thunder sound from the sword tire, faintly with a trace of thunder power.

The dark clouds drifting in the distance were getting closer and closer, and with a suppressed and heavy aura, it was difficult to breathe, but Ying Xuan's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

The body stood up, standing on the top of the mountain, the robe on the body facing the cold mountain wind, the hunting sound, and a momentum of not admitting defeat rose to the sky.

Ying Xuan has made sufficient preparations, the bone flower brought out from the ancient battlefield of the treacherous stream has been refined by Ying Xuan, and his body has become more and more tenacious, in order to meet the upcoming hard battle.

However, the prisoner cow bone fragment was originally attached to Ying Xuan's chest to escort Ying Xuan's safety, but now, it was accepted into the cave world by Ying Xuan, in order to put his death out of the way, otherwise with this insurance, there would always be luck in his heart, and he could not stimulate the maximum potential.

The black clouds overwhelmed the city and wanted to destroy it, and there was a rumbling thunder in the sky, as if it was a war drum, which made De Yingxuan more and more enthusiastic. (To be continued.) )