The huge palm print, which was more than ten zhang long, with unrivaled might, fell with a bang, and more than ten fire spirit disciples didn't have time to dodge at all, and they were instantly crushed into pulp.

"Spiritual Qi Transformation, this is a magical power that can only be used by martial artists in the Spirit Transformation Period!"

Not far away, Huo Anxing was a little slow because he was injured, and when he saw this earth-shattering scene, he suddenly turned his legs and stomachs, and he didn't even have the strength to escape.

The martial artists of the Spirit Transformation Period are all elder-level figures in the sect, not to mention the Spirit Transformation Period, and the Sect Master of the Fire Spirit Sect is only cultivating during the Spirit Transformation Period, although Huo Anxing doesn't know why these four people can use the Spirit Transformation Period to cultivate and exert the magical powers of the Spirit Transformation Period, but those are no longer important.

Any one of these four people can raise his hand and slap all of them into meat sauce.

"Kill!"

"Kill all these fire spirit dogs!"

Seeing this scene, the martial artists of Miaojiazhai were full of momentum, shouting angrily and waving the steel knife in their hands, rushing towards the combined attack formation formed by the disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect.

Because the supernatural power displayed by the ancestor of the Yin Corpse was too shocking, and more than a dozen disciples died, the combined attack array formed by everyone in the Fire Spirit Sect had already collapsed, and at this moment, seeing the tide of Miaojiazhai warriors flocking to him, Huo Anxing finally came back to his senses, screamed strangely, and fled backwards, really hating his parents for giving birth to two legs for himself.

Just now, the Yin Corpse Ancestor saw Wang Yi break through the encirclement of the warriors of Miaojiazhai and go straight to the entrance of the secret realm, and he was anxious in his heart.

The ancient village of the Miao family is an extremely important part of his plan, and he doesn't want to have Wang Yi's variable, so he has no choice but to use the method of spiritual transformation that can only be used by martial artists in the spiritual transformation period. Now, his cultivation has fallen to the spiritual transformation stage, and he has surpassed the level to exert the spiritual transformation period supernatural powers, which is very reluctant, and at this time, there is also a somewhat sluggish look of the true yuan.

But he didn't expect that Wang Yi urged the true yuan of the whole body without using the blood evil qi, making up for the disadvantage of speed, avoiding the palm print dangerously, and after a few ups and downs, he had already come to the blood demon tree, making him angry.

The moon star is scarce, shining on the surface of the blood demon tree, as if coating the entire tree with a layer of silver, and the waving dead branches, like countless hideous ghost claws, want to tear apart all creatures that dare to approach it.

Looking at the countless dancing dead branches, Wang Yi took a deep breath and kicked the ground with his legs.

Bang, a muffled sound.

Wang Yi was like a cannonball out of the chamber, shooting straight at the crack on the tree trunk that had been cracked a foot wide.

"Smack, smack, smack......"

A series of crisp sounds came, and countless dead branches were smashed apart by Wang Yi, and the broken places of the branches were actually like people, flowing wisps of blood, looking at it from a distance, it couldn't help but make people's scalps tingle.

"Fast forward!"

Huo Xin was not much slower than Wang Yi, and he also came to the Blood Demon Tree, he waved the wide-backed heavy knife in his hand, cut off several dead branches one after another, and shouted loudly, so that the disciples who came later entered the secret realm first.

But in just a few breaths, there were less than ten disciples behind him, and the rest were all drowned in the sea of warriors in Miaojiazhai.

"Brother Huoxin, the matter has come to this point, and it is not your fault or mine, it is still an advanced secret realm, and then think of countermeasures. ”

Huo Liangcai had already lost his true yuan, so he could only swing the long sword in his hand and barely support it.

Glancing at the Miao Jiazhai martial artists who were getting closer and closer behind him, Huo Xin's eyes were angry and almost spewed flames, nearly sixty disciples, at this time, there were less than ten people who could enter the secret realm, even if he could get out safely this time, what was waiting for him would be the punishment of the sect, unless, ......

Thinking of this, Huo Xin suddenly looked at the entrance of the secret realm not far away, the crack that exuded black gas, like the big mouth of the demon, was smiling, waiting for people to throw themselves into the net.

"Let's go in!"

A void, unable to distinguish between up and down, left and right, as if at the beginning of chaos, everything in the world does not exist.

Wang Yi was like this, I don't know how long he floated, and suddenly, he felt that his feet were on the ground.

Without the slightest hesitation, the experience of walking in the jungle for many years made him quickly lower his body and roll on the spot, like a civet cat, leaning on his body, instinctively guarding against attacks from all directions.

However, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, only on the walls, the burning torches made a crackling sound, and a strange smell came into Wang Yi's nose.

"Human oil!"

The next moment, when Wang Yi saw the surrounding situation clearly, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, on the surrounding walls, there were several people bound, they knelt down and looked up to the sky, their expressions were miserable and painful, and in their open mouths, a green flame, like a ghost, rose up.

Wang Yi cautiously walked to the human lamps, but suddenly found that although these people looked humanoid from a distance, they were very different from ordinary people when they looked closely, and the skin of these people was covered with fine scales, like fish scales, silver-gray scales, under the green oil lamp, flashing with extremely strange light.

After a while, Wang Yi stabilized his mind, and no longer looked at the human lamps, but looked at the walls that were all made of blue-black boulders on all sides, not to mention the door, there was not even a gap.

The blue-black boulders, with smooth and flat surfaces, seem to be painted with murals. The murals are indistinguishable, some of them look like scenes of war, some of them look like sacrifices, but the characters depicted on the murals are very strange, including this kind of strange man covered with scales.

Walking to the wall, Wang Yi tentatively touched the blue-black stone wall, and a piercing cold came, which made him shiver.

"It's cold. ”

Wang Yi withdrew his arm and carefully experienced the coldness just now, it was not an ordinary cold, but a piercing chill from the depths of the soul, as if it could freeze the soul.

"Canghan Clan, the disciple trial is on!"

Suddenly, a voice came into Wang Yi's ears, the voice was full of simplicity and vastness, as if it had experienced countless years of baptism, listening to it, people couldn't help but be in awe.

"Isn't it the Miao Family Ancient Village, how can it be a trial for the disciples of the Canghan Clan?" Wang Yi wondered in his heart.

Without waiting for Wang Yi to think about it, he saw that on the opposite side of the stone room, there was a yellow mist slowly condensed, the mist was extremely weird, it seemed to have spirituality, gathered but not dispersed, and in an instant, it converged into a human form, the surface of the human shape was vivid, and even the eyebrows and eyes were extremely clear, as if a living person.

The next moment, the moment the fog man condensed, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he had seen Wang Yi who was on guard in front of the stone wall with his back against him, without the slightest warning, the fog man's right arm was suddenly raised, and a strong true yuan fluctuation came, and the gray-white mist suddenly condensed, and suddenly turned into a cold sword, and in an instant, the sharp sword had roared out, shooting directly at Wang Yi.

Syllable!

Wang Yi had already raised his spirit, rolled on the spot, and dodged the ice sword, which did not hit Wang Yi, and hit the blue-black stone wall, shattering into countless crystal debris, and even the stone wall froze out a piece of frost one zhang wide.

At a distance of seven or eight zhang, Wang Yi felt a piercing chill, and he could imagine what the consequences would be if the ice sword shot at him.

"Ice Exercises!"

Wang Yi's eyes froze, and a fire ignited in his heart, he was hungry for the improvement of martial arts cultivation, just by virtue of the attack of the fog man just now, he could see that this exercise was extraordinary, and it could even be compared with the "Blazing Nine Techniques" of the inner gate of the Fire Spirit Sect, and the "Nine Secrets of Blazing Flames" can only be cultivated by the inner disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect.

Don't say that it is Wang Yi, even Huo Xin's desire to cultivate the "Nine Techniques of Blazing Flames" is wishful thinking, he is only by chance, he has seen the inner disciples perform the "Nine Techniques of Blazing Flames", and when he raised his hand, a long fire snake burst out, hugging the big tree one by one, and in an instant, it turned into a pile of coke. That kind of terrifying power is not comparable to ordinary martial arts.

At that time, Wang Yi saw this scene in his eyes, and the envy in his heart was not enough for outsiders at all.

Wang Yi held back the excitement in his heart, and kept dodging the attack of the fog man, wanting to see some clues from the opponent's attack methods, however, after a quarter of an hour, Wang Yi regretfully found that this fog man only seemed to fire the ice sword.

"This ice sword should be related to his own exercises, even if he is more than ten zhang away, he can still feel the wisps of chill emanating from his external body protection true yuan, if there is no suitable practice cultivation, even if he knows the secret of this ice sword's urging, it is difficult to use. Wang Yi had some guesses in his heart.

After a quarter of an hour of confrontation, Wang Yi had already seen that the other party's cultivation was only at the third level of the Spirit Gathering Period, but his foundation was extremely solid, and he was even more reckless than Wang Yi.

Wang Yi's body can isolate the aura of heaven and earth, and the improvement of his cultivation is completely after the saturation of the true yuan, the overflow breakthrough, and the solidity of the foundation, in the same level, he can be completely proud.

Compared with the ancient style that was also a third-layer cultivator in the Spirit Gathering Period a few days ago, Wang Yi's total amount of true yuan at this time, and even the purity, far exceeded that of the other party, if he fought with the ancient wind at this time, without the power of qi and blood, he could suppress the other party with the true yuan alone.

"If you only have the third layer of the Spirit Gathering Period, then it doesn't pose any threat to me. ”

Thinking about this, Wang Yi also lost the interest of continuing to observe, only to see him roll on the spot, dodge an ice sword, his legs suddenly exerted force, and in an instant, he rushed towards the foggy man like an arrow off the string.

The fog man didn't dodge or dodge, but raised his hand to condense the cold qi again, and in the blink of an eye, an ice sword that emitted gray and white cold qi had already formed.

But it was just this short moment, and the distance of more than ten zhang was just one step in Wang Yi's eyes.

"Bang!"

Wang Yi threw a punch, and without the slightest accident, the fog man was torn apart by Wang Yi's three-thousand-pound punch, and in an instant.

"After passing the initial trial, which lasts for a moment, you can enter the fourth floor of the Cold Ancient Tower. ”

The simple and vicissitudes of life sound in Wang Yi's ears again, and just when Wang Yi looked down to see where the voice came from, suddenly, the fog that had dispersed quickly poured into Wang Yi's body.

"Ahh

Wang Yi was caught off guard and exhaled softly, but at the same time, he felt that the cold air did not seem to be harmful to his body, but gave him a feeling that his whole body was bathed in a ball of warm water, which was extremely comfortable and comfortable.

This was somewhat similar to the feeling he encountered when he broke through the second layer of the Gathering Spirit Period, but this warmth was even more rich and pure, and, most importantly, because Wang Yi cultivated the Heavenly Demon Blood Evil Technique, this mist could only enter and exit, and its effect was several times better.

I saw Wang Yichang take a long breath, like a dragon absorbing water, inhaling all the mist into his body, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully experiencing the pure aura contained in the mist.

That aura was different from the aura of heaven and earth that Wang Yi had absorbed before, as well as the aura of the Flame Pill, and the thick aura contained wisps of chill, as if the power of the rules that were followed at the beginning of chaos and the birth of the world.

"Ice is made of water, and water can be turned into gas. ”

This kind of common sense, which even children know, is the law of this world, which cannot be disobeyed and irresistible.

This is the artistic conception of ice and cold, even if a martial artist can use magic weapons, drive ice, fire, thunder and lightning and other means to attack, it is only a trivial matter, and he cannot understand the power of the laws of the world, no matter how long the cultivation time is, no matter how sharp the magic weapon is, no matter how advanced the cultivation is, it is difficult to make too much difference.

The perception and improvement of the realm requires talent and chance, all of which are indispensable, and the strange feeling of being extremely mysterious and understanding the mysteries of the world is just in Wang Yi's mind, flashing like lightning, and it is difficult to find a trace.

Wang Yi opened his eyes with some regret, although he only touched the edge of a trace of the cold law, it really made his chest fluctuate, this kind of opportunity to comprehend the power of the law is not something that everyone can encounter, most martial artists, even in their lifetime, can not touch a single bit, let alone comprehend.

And Wang Yi has only touched the law of ice and cold slightly, not even the tip of the iceberg, as for the complete comprehension, there is still 108,000 miles away.

At this time, Wang Yi felt that the true yuan in his body had unconsciously entered the middle level of the third layer of the spirit gathering period, and he hurriedly looked inside the situation in his body, but suddenly found that the true yuan qi in the dantian seemed to be slightly different from just now.