Boom!

"No matter how strong the imprisonment is, I will break you too!"

Zhou Yang burst out with a terrifying aura, like crazy, venting his inner grievances on the mountain wall.

Thundered!

When Zhou Yang's fist fell for the last time, a loud noise came out, pulling Zhou Yang, who was indulging in grief and anger, back to reality.

"Oh no, the cave is going to collapse!"

Hearing the loud noise, Zhou Yang reacted instantly. After years of strife, the rock on the mountain wall was fissioned, causing unexpected disasters. Even if he only has the strength of the first level of qi refining, the strength of ** makes his fist strength still not small. Over the years, the pressure on the mountain wall is still beyond its capacity.

Most importantly, this cave is not as simple as an ordinary cave.

Thundered!

The loud noise came out again, and Zhou Yang couldn't walk next time.

It's not that he can't get out, it's that he doesn't want to leave at all.

After the loud noise, the narrow cave was like opening a portal, revealing a unique scene of the cave, and a tunnel no smaller than the current cave entrance appeared in front of Zhou Yang.

Seeing this road, Zhou Yang showed a trace of hesitation on his face, and after about a breath, his eyes flashed.

"What are you afraid of, is there anything more frightening than falling into the realm!"

Zhou Yang took a deep breath and stepped into the Yongdao.

The winding path is secluded, there is no danger in the Yongdao, although the Yongdaokou is only the size of a human, but the inside is suddenly open.

As soon as I stepped into the cave, a smell of decay rushed to my face. Lying at the entrance of the cave for a breath, he took off his cloth shirt and fanned himself in the cave before Zhou Yang walked in.

"Ahh

When he shook the fire fold and looked at the scene inside, Rao was as tormented as him, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

I saw a tall skeleton standing in the empty cave, and its posture was very powerful.

Obviously, this skeleton has been dead for many years, and the clothes on the whole body have turned to ashes, and the empty eyes look at the entrance of the cave, as if looking at Zhou Yang who is staring.

Taken aback, Zhou Yang felt a faint coercion on this skeleton.

"This is a martial artist, and he is a martial arts master with extremely high cultivation!" Zhou Yang thought secretly.

A martial artist who has been dead for thousands of years can still maintain a trace of coercion, so that Zhou Yang, who was once in the fourfold realm of martial arts, feels the pressure, and the gap is by no means a star and a half.

Although Zhou Yang's cultivation fell, his spiritual realm and martial arts experience did not disappear because of this. Therefore, he became curious about the cultivation of this martial artist during his lifetime.

"Who the hell is this, and how did you die in this cave for no apparent reason?"

Zhou Yang couldn't understand how this warrior could die alone in this cave.

Under a faint coercion, Zhou Yang took a step forward.

Rumble!

Small, cowardly, weakling......

Zhou Yang had a powerless thought, looking at this humanoid skeleton, as if looking at a giant mountain, and a humble and insignificant thought arose.

No, I don't want to be a weakling, I don't want to be a waste again!

Zhou Yang seemed to have returned to the martial arts arena, hearing the ridicule of the martial artists of the Blue Dragon Palace, and hearing Zhu Lang's sigh, he let out a roar, his wild eyes gave birth to a fierce light, and his right foot took a step arrogantly.

Call!

Cold sweat fell!

It's dangerous!

With only a trace of residual coercion, this skeleton almost made people fall into an illusion, which reminded Zhou Yang of the most aggrieved thing, and he couldn't help but become more and more curious about the origin of this martial artist.

"No matter what, I, Zhou Yang, want to approach you and take a good look at how powerful you are!"

Zhou Yang competed with himself, just like his usual cultivation, no matter what others thought of him and evaluated him, he still wouldn't give up.

Step by step, Zhou Yang got closer and closer to the skeleton, and finally, he and the skeleton were only within reach.

......

Wiping the sweat from his face, a smile appeared on Zhou Yang's simple little face.

At least he overcame the weakness of his own heart, and overcame the lock of his heart since he fell into the realm.

Looking carefully at the tall skeleton in front of him, looking at the pair of empty eyes, Zhou Yang felt a strong ** in his heart, that is, to become stronger, never to become an inferior weakling.

Sliding over the skull's skull, and down the line, Zhou Yang watched Bai Gu's right hand tightly hold an ancient sword.

The sword style is simple, and the sword intent is cold.

"This skeleton is what I held on to it before I was alive, it must be good!"

Zhou Yang looked at the ancient sword's still cold sword intent under the traces of time, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed the ancient sword with his hand.

Withstanding the faint coercion on his head, it took a lot of effort to break the ancient sword from the skeleton's hand.

Holding it in his hand, Zhou Yang looked left and right, and tried it on the hard rock, except for the hardness and sharpness, he could no longer see the slightest other doorway.

However, Zhou Yang didn't believe that with the strength of this skeleton before his death, it was impossible to hold an ancient sword without the slightest peculiarity in his hand, and he must have not figured out the reason yet.

Moreover, the skeleton died alone here, and there was nothing else in the cave, which revealed a strange thing.

Unbelieving, Zhou Yang rubbed the long sword, and suddenly found a blood-red bead on the hilt of this long sword, the bright red color, like blood flowing, just by looking at it, it will deeply attract people's hearts.

The ghost made the god send the ground, and Zhou Yang put his right hand on the blood-red bead.

Airplanes!

A roar exploded in Zhou Yang's mind.

With this roar, Zhou Yang was like a wood carving, and he no longer had the ability to control his actions.

From the body to the mind, it is like being completely controlled by others, and you can only watch yourself fall into an unknowable clue.

Not good!

This ancient sword is self-aware, trying to control my body.

Zhou Yang's face was pale, his brain was in a mess, and he tried his best to get out of the control of the long sword. However, with the strength that he has just stepped into the threshold of martial arts, where can he get rid of it.

At this moment, the ancient sword emitted a huge suction, and that suction went down Zhou Yang's right hand, straight into his meridians, and came to the dantian part.

"Ah......h

That suction was like a ferocious beast, frantically devouring everything in Zhou Yang's body, like knocking on bones and sucking the marrow, making Zhou Yang think of the dream half a year ago again, but this kind of forced absorption was not as charming as in the dream, but like scraping bones, which made Zhou Yang feel pain.

"How so, how so!"

Zhou Yang cursed Haotian frantically, but there was nothing he could do, he could only watch the strange force invade his body, and there was nothing he could do.

Momentum like a bamboo, momentum like a bamboo!

That strange force only needed to come to Zhou Yang's dantian in an instant.

However, Zhou Yang's dantian had already been drained of the essence by the mysterious dream, and in the past few months, no matter how he cultivated, he had not been able to feel half a trace of heaven and earth vitality, let alone accumulate half a trace of true essence in his dantian.

That strange force saw that Zhou Yang's body was empty, and it seemed to be humanizing and scurrying around in his meridians.

The meridians of the human body are the most invisible veins, but this external force is like a headless fly, rampage, and Zhou Yang is so painful that he dies and comes back to life, cold sweat rolls down, and his body trembles violently but can't move a bit. This feeling is like a criminal who has been executed by Ling Chi, watching the executioner slowly scrape his body.

"Roar!"

A wolf-like roar roared from Zhou Yang's mouth, making people really unexpectedly burst out of this power in that thin body.

Syllable!

With the invasion of that mysterious force, Zhou Yang heard an unknown place in his body, producing a cracking sound.

When the sound passed, the mysterious force receded like a tide.

Choke!

The sword came out of his hand and fell into the cavern with a crisp sound.

Sweaty heavy clothes!

Zhou Yang fell crookedly, his eyes half-squinted, and he was as limp as mud.

Like a cow gasping, it took a while for Zhou Yang to recover a little spirit.

Moving slightly, he felt as if his body was something more and something less, there was a kind of relief, and there was something inexplicable, which was circling in his mind.

"Ouch, it hurts. ”

Lowering his head, through the faint light, Zhou Yang saw a blood-red waning moon mark appear on his bare chest.

The waning moon mark was like blood, red and gorgeous, adding a wild beauty to Zhou Yang, who was originally a little weak.

"What's going on?"

Zhou Yang touched the bright red mark, which was absolutely absent before. Could it be that it has something to do with that long sword? Just now I clearly heard something in my body break, and then this mark appeared, and I felt that I was free from some kind of bondage, and the depression I had suppressed during this time was gone, could it be that I broke that dream?

His brows were like locks, and he looked at the long sword lying on the ground, and his heart rippled.

It seems that I still underestimated this long sword.

Rumble!

Just as Zhou Yang picked up the long sword and was about to continue his research, a roar sounded in his mind again.

It's not over, it's not over yet!

A force that was not half a point weaker than just now split into two in Zhou Yang's Purple Mansion and surged towards his Zhihai and Dantian.

It's just that the strange force just now is completely overbearing to absorb, and it is free to ask for it. Now this power is selflessly given and forcibly instilled.

"This, this is ......"