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Thinking back to Emperor Yin's words, Ding Yan looked at the stone steps from the second to the third floor, and hesitated a little in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info copy URL access

Now, Ding Yan's cultivation is nothing, except for the Qiankun Yuan Shen who can sit firmly in the Purple Mansion Divine Sea, the rest, the divine power can not be used, of course, the artistic conception and mystery are still there, however, without the blessing of the power of the Yuan Shen, no matter how strong the artistic conception is, it is useless to deal with the treasure.

Artistic conception and mystery, to put it bluntly, are just a way to perceive heaven and earth, and the power of the primordial god is the bridge between itself and heaven and earth.

Unless it is to comprehend the law, otherwise, no matter how strong the artistic conception is, it is useless to deal with the treasure, and it is almost the same against the human race.

After no, no, the main month of the battle, no

It's just that Emperor Yin said that if you want to restore your cultivation, you can only rely on the third layer of the treasure.

So, let me see what the third layer of Arcana is.

Ding Yan retracted his mind, like a mortal, walked up the stone steps step by step, and the sound of 'kicking' footsteps was like a heartbeat, echoing the entire stone tower.

Light!

The ship is far from being able to pass through the enemy's battlefield and my hatred

Endless light!

The speed of the enemy's battlefield is far from being terrifying!

Glare!

This was the only thought left in Ding Yan's consciousness when he stepped into the third layer.

This feeling is like just in a dark room, a bright light suddenly lights up, and at that moment, Ding Yan reflexively closed his eyes and his brain buzzed.

At the same time, a majestic power swept through the whole body, as if bathed in the power of the primordial gods, Ding Yan was about to groan out comfortably, and the empty Purple Mansion Divine Sea, like a sponge, kept absorbing this power.

In a few breaths, Ding Yan's cultivation stepped from a mortal to a spiritual realm.

Ding Yan was shocked in his heart.

Hatred and hatred refer to the moon after Mo Mo

The second layer of the Nine Shadows Dao Fetus, under the shroud of black light, the cultivation was regressive, but in the third layer, under the cover of endless white light, the cultivation was actually like a rocket, rising in a straight line.

Soon, Xiuwei stepped into the realm of condensation!

Ding Yan squinted his eyes and looked at the source of the light.

In the intense white light, wisps of golden light were like silk threads, intertwined, and through induction, Ding Yan 'saw' the source of the light.

This is a dragon chair made of white jade, the dragon chair is a little broken, and those golden lights are emitted by the golden dragon carved on it.

"This is..."

A royal road, majestic, majestic, broad, and majestic aura emanated from the dragon chair, and Ding Yan's heart shook, as if he was an emperor wearing a flat crown and a dragon robe, and his eyes were open and closed, looking at the world.

Compared with Emperor Yin's imperial aura, it is simply a difference between cloud and mud.

Ding Yan sensed that there was a faint sharp pain in the palm of his right hand, and hurriedly raised his hand, that little bit of black light, stained with white-gold points of light, circled and circled, it seemed to besiege the black spots, and the black spots were not reconciled, competing with the white-gold points of light, black and white, distorted.

In just this moment's effort, Ding Yan's cultivation has broken through the bottleneck of the Condensing Truth Realm and reached the early stage of the Divine Sea.

Terrifying boost speed!

"It's not good, if you continue to improve, your mood is not enough, you will only go crazy, and your body will burst and die" Ding Yan suddenly came back to his senses and strode closer to the dragon chair.

The closer he got to the dragon chair, the stronger the coercion, the faster Ding Yan's cultivation improved, and he seemed to find that his entire body was glowing, his blood had evolved into gold, his skin and flesh had formed a transparent white jade color, and his bones were made of a mixture of white and gold.

The whole body reveals a white-gold luster!

Drink!

Ding Yan couldn't help but let out a deep sigh, the terrifying aura spread, and when he went out, the space rippled, and his left hand stretched out, as if holding the entire space.

Five fingers clasped together and walked through the dragon chair without hindrance.

Ding Yan was not surprised, and then, the dragon chair made of white jade, and the golden dragon flying quickly turned into a white-gold streamer and drilled into the palm of his left hand.

Rumble!

As soon as the white-gold dragon chair disappeared, the entire stone tower began to shake, and not only that, but there were black cracks in the air.

Ding Yan didn't have time to check the changes in the palm of his left hand and his body, his right hand clenched into a fist, directly breaking a spatial passage, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the stone tower.

The stone tower collapsed, and the space was annihilated.

In the city of no regrets, as if this stone tower had never appeared, it disappeared without the slightest trace.

Bang!

The enemy does not hate the moon and the moon is knotted by the sails

In the sky above the City of No Regrets, a pitch-black crack that was thousands of miles long suddenly cracked, like the opening of the Nine Shadows Abyss, and the demonic aura was monstrous.

The next moment, a golden body rose from the ground, standing in the center of the city without regrets, standing under the pitch-black crack, two golden eyes were cold and ruthless, looking directly at the crack.

Immediately afterwards, another ghostly body also rose from the ground, and two gray eyes were like two divine swords, piercing the golden body.

Silently, the pitch-black crack stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and suddenly, a big purple hand fell from it, and the five fingers were like five purple pillars that reached the sky, grabbing towards the golden body, and the purple qi overflowed, turning into a spirit crane and immortal bird, circling and flying, in sharp contrast to the dark abyss demonic qi.

Purple qi, legend has it that it is a representative of fairy energy.

Purple air comes from the east, and the sun shines brightly!

If Ding Yan is still here, he will be horrified, immortals, it has long disappeared in the long river of history, only some classics still record the legends of immortals, the purple qi, the body of the glow, the place where the immortals exist, are all blessed land.

Unexpectedly, there were immortals in the City of No Regrets!

In this world, the light of the true God is gold, representing nobility and supremacy.

The entire city of no regrets was silently annihilated, and countless rays of light rose to the sky, yellow, green, blue, blue, red, orange and red appeared, like fireworks exploding, with the city of no regrets as the center of the circle, and the god-given star as the center of the circle, radiating out in all directions.

The enemy is not unaware of the study of the lonely grandson Zhan Mo

There were even more than a dozen rays of light that pierced through the Nine Heavens Barrier of the Star Realm and fell to the Shinto Continent.

Shinto Continent.

A lilac shadow sat cross-legged, the surrounding prohibition flickering, white mist, hazy, obviously at a critical moment.

The enemy does not play the ball and I will take it after the cold

The enemy does not ball the ground after the cold, I take the purple gas, the legend is the representative of the fairy qi.

After Qiu Yuan, Keshunuo made trouble and ended the early ghost of the month

At this moment, a pale golden long sword fell from the sky, like a meteor, and the prohibition in the secret room was like nothing, and it was broken in an instant, and the sword body went deep into the ground, leaving only one sword hilt.

Boom, the white mist turned into a dragon, and submerged into the body of the lilac shadow.

The white mist dispersed, revealing a delicate facial feature, a small nose and a small mouth, a heroic spirit between the eyebrows, black hair and a shawl, about twenty years old.

"Ling Yue, what's going on?"

A middle-aged man dressed in the castle lord's uniform stepped into the secret room, his voice calm and not flustered.

The woman was dressed in a lilac brocade robe, staring at the hilt of the sword in front of her, and her voice was cold.

"What is this?"

As soon as the middle-aged man stepped into the secret room, he was attracted by the hilt of the sword in front of him, and he didn't care about his daughter's cold tone at all.

The hilt of the sword is extremely gorgeous, with a pale golden luster, faintly there is a golden dragon phantom hovering and flying, and the word 'Ziwei' is engraved on the hilt.