The fifth layer is to test the soul and temper the soul.

Back then, it was at this level that he condensed the prototype of the battle soul, and then obtained the "Soul Forging Formula", and stepped on the god cultivation system, until he hit the Spirit Yuan Realm and crossed the Thirty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, the battle soul was completely formed.

At this point, Yang Yan was a little confused, although the "Soul Forging Technique" is a soul exercise, but the emphasis is on the soul tempering, and the realm concept of the god cultivation system is rarely mentioned, only knowing that the entry is the soul forging realm, and the martial soul is the symbol of the condensing realm.

Even if the cultivation system is a god cultivation system, the quenching body realm is still the cornerstone realm, and if you don't have a strong enough physique, you will naturally not be able to carry a strong soul, and the two are interdependent.

In other words, Yang Yan is currently in the third realm of the god cultivation system, the realm of condensing the gods!

But what realm is above the Condensing Realm, Yang Yan doesn't know anything, and he has no clue how to cultivate, the only thing he can do is to use the "Soul Forging Technique" to continue to temper his soul.

He vaguely felt that if he kept doing things step by step, his soul strength would become stronger and stronger, but sooner or later he would encounter a bottleneck, and he might stay in the Contemplation Realm forever.

Martial arts are wonderful, each big realm has a different mystery, if it is said that between the small realms is only a quantitative change, between the big realms is a qualitative change of leaps.

Just like the Juyuan system, the Quenching Body Realm first tempers the physical body, and then condenses the spiritual energy to store it in the physical body; the Qi refining realm opens up the meridians and acupoints of the whole body, and the meridians become the containers of the spiritual energy in the body; the Lingyuan Realm condenses the spiritual energy in the body again to become a purer liquid spiritual element, and the cultivation core of the martial artist is transferred to the dantian.

The same is true of the system of cultivating the gods, the body quenching realm exercises the martial artist's physique, so that it can carry the growing soul; the soul forging realm is the entry realm, which tempers the soul and condenses the prototype of the martial soul; and the condensing spirit realm is marked by the formation of the martial soul.

So, what about the next realm?

No matter how much he tempered his soul and couldn't cultivate the method, Yang Yan would go farther and farther in the Condensation Realm at most, which was definitely not acceptable to him!

Perhaps, this fifth level of testing will give him enlightenment.

Yang Yan walked to the center of the main hall, and in an instant, the incomparably powerful soul power shrouded in, and it was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

Soon, there seemed to be dark clouds above the dome, lightning and thunder, and blue lightning slammed down, bombarding Yang Yan's body, but it directly sank into the top of his head, which seemed to be tangible, but in fact it was formless and substantial.

Yang Yan snorted, gritted his teeth, and let the blue lightning that seemed to have the weight of a giant tripod, sharper than a sword, continue to bombard the battle soul and the soul sea, the battle spirit roared endlessly, and the soul sea churned endlessly.

Compared to back then, the soul attack he suffered now was many times stronger, and in the same way, he was not what he used to be!

An old monster in the dark has been paying attention to his every move, and when he sees this scene, a familiar evil smile hangs on his face again.

"Just let the old man help you kid!"

In the fifth-floor hall, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the sharp falling blue lightning suddenly turned into an incomparably powerful soul storm, like a tornado, raging above the Yang Yan Soul Sea.

"Ahhh

The tearing force that began at that moment was extremely terrifying, Yang Yan only felt that his soul seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and no matter how tenacious his will was in severe pain, he couldn't resist it, not to mention that he was so caught off guard, Yang Yan almost fainted.

"What's going on?"

Yang Yan's body curled up in a ball, trembling, his clenched teeth were bloodshot, he couldn't understand why the soul attack had suddenly become so terrifying, if it weren't for the Zuta, he would definitely suspect that it was that strong cultivator who wanted to kill him.

His soul is already far stronger than ordinary people, and he has been tempered thousands of times, and he is extremely tough, otherwise how can he condense his battle soul?

But the soul storm at this moment is completely different from what he has been tempered in the past.

Tempering is to forge the soul to make it stronger and tougher, just like a refiner's caster, no matter how it is forged, the soul is a whole.

The soul storm is different, it is tearing Yang Yan's soul, just like the torture of "five horses splitting the corpse" and "car splitting" acting on the soul, it is already a thousand times more painful, not to mention that the soul storm is not to tear his soul into several pieces, but to tear it into countless pieces, what kind of pain is this?

It makes me shudder to think about it!

Once this is really the case, there is no doubt that Yang Yan will inevitably be gone, and his body will die!

Yang Yan is still struggling to support now, he has not fainted, it is already a manifestation of extreme tenacity, but he is not a god, and he has a limit, once he breaks through this limit, then he will be dangerous!

"Stop!"

Yang Yan's eyes were red and he roared, his fists kept pounding his head, and he felt as if his head had accumulated endless power and was about to explode!

But the soul storm continued to rage, and although it didn't really tear his soul apart, the pain was even more intense, making even stronger people unbearable.

"Ahhhh

An hour later, Yang Yan finally couldn't bear the boundless pain, fainted, his body was still convulsing, and the sweat was wet, almost forming a small lake, mixed with wisps of blood.

It was he scratching his palms, scratching his scalp, biting his lips, crushing his teeth, and breaking his forehead...... Blood that flowed out!

Even after fainting, his sword eyebrows were still frowning, his face was distorted, and he was in great pain!

"Oh no! I'm so carried away!" the old monster laughed from ear to ear at first, and saw that the yang flame's aura was getting weaker and weaker, and then he realized that he had played big!

A kid who has just entered the Condensation Realm, although he is much stronger than people in the same realm, how can he withstand such a toss that he doesn't know how to stumble?

At this time, thinking about it, it was unbelievable that this kid was able to hold on for as long as an hour, even if it was the first time that a Divine Cultivation Genius in the late stage of the Condensing Realm could not hold on for so long!

This kid can't let him be played to death like this...... Well, it doesn't work to get hurt either!

The old monster's heart moved, and the soul storm above the Yang Yan Soul Sea instantly transformed into a gentle soul energy, which was divided into two parts and merged into the Battle Soul and the Soul Sea respectively, nourishing his soul.

Yang Yan's face gradually turned calm, and his sword eyebrows slowly relaxed, and his breathing tended to be gentle, like a sleeping baby...... When I ignore the pallor that is gradually turning ruddy and the sweat that is gradually drying up.

He slept quite peacefully this night, and he also had a dream that he had turned into tens of millions, and each soul clone was the same as the deity, and at the same time, he instantly wiped out the army of millions of strong people, and his soul was annihilated, but his body was intact.

Swish!

Yang Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and found himself lying on the ground, still in the fifth-floor hall, but it was calm, and the oppressive aura disappeared without a trace.

The soul storm that ravaged the sea of souls was gone, the sweat was dry, and the wounds of self-mutilation from venting their pain were healed.

Detachment, he clearly remembered that he fainted because he could not bear the severe pain, and it stands to reason that his soul would suffer irreparable trauma, and his body should be very weak.

But why, instead of being a little weak, he was full of energy, his soul did not feel any discomfort, and he seemed to have become a lot stronger, and his battle spirit had also become stronger?

The blade of the sword is sharpened, Yang Yan understands this truth, "Soul Forging Technique" is a masochistic exercise, but the premise is that he can withstand it, if the sword is sharpened, how can it be sharp?

Recalling the dream he had, Yang Yan had a flash of inspiration in his mind, as if he had captured something, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing.

"This palace is considered a failure?" Yang Yan looked at the hall suspiciously, it didn't feel right, if he failed, he shouldn't be here.

"Congratulations to the trialists for their successful challenge, which took a total of five days, and the sixth level passage is now open!"

At this time, the sound of machinery came into his ears, Yang Yan exhaled lightly, and suddenly he was stunned again, five days?

He clearly remembered that from the time he stepped on the fifth layer to the time he couldn't withstand the ravages of the soul storm and fainted, it was never more than two hours before and after, but he said that it was five days, that is, ......

He was in a coma for five days?

It's horrible!

Yang Yan thought with palpitations, and even he was confused about how he succeeded in challenging himself.

Could it be because of that dream?

Shaking his head, Yang Yan calmed his mind and confirmed that his body was fine, and after the Divine Cultivation Realm had progressed, the passage of the sixth layer opened.

This time it was not a gate of light, but a gate, and after opening, wisps of reckless ancient aura came to the face, and there was an illusion of stepping into the ancient world.

There is no reward for the fifth-level test, let alone a re-challenge, and the sixth-level test, he has a hunch that it will be different from the last time.

After the door was opened, there was an altar with only a jade platform on it, and Yang Yan stood up directly, his eyes closed.

The strange feeling of the soul leaving the body rose, and the sun had come to a barren world, the scorching sun, the mountains and rivers collapsed and dried up, the earth cracked into pieces, and the vegetation had long since died.

Yang Yan stood on the earth, waves of heat surging in all directions, clearly feeling the water in his body passing, and his skin was about to dry out, but he knew that this was not real.

Because his body is still on the altar, and what appears here is only the body of his soul, and it does not need water.

This barren world is not a real world, but a world of will.

Cultivating the god warrior, once the martial soul is condensed, he can pull the opponent's soul to his own will world to fight, once the other party is killed in the will world, then he will also fall because of the death of the soul in the real world, which is quite a terrifying means!

Now, Yang Yan is in the world of other people's will, this is a competition of souls, a competition of wills, and a competition of martial souls!

"I just want to kill you, or be killed by you. A barefoot young man with a cloak appeared opposite Yang Yan out of thin air, his gloomy eyes staring at him quite uncomfortably.

Yang Yan was slightly stunned, what kind of bad line is this?

Rumble!

The gloomy barefoot youth seemed to be very impatient, and he directly punched Yang Yan, breaking through the heat waves, and the strong fist wind blew a terrible scorching storm.

Feeling the oncoming attack, the corners of Yang Yan's mouth hooked slightly: "You ask for death, and this palace will fulfill you." ”