"Where have I been?"

Ning Yuan looked at the darkness around him, and his mind was full of question marks.

In the battle of Mengyang Mountain, Ning Yuan obviously used a secret technique to escape, how could he get to this strange place.

That secret technique was obtained by Ning Yuan by chance, but it was empty for thousands of miles in an instant, but the price of performing the secret technique was too heavy, with essence and blood as a guide, if he was not careful, he would die.

The current scene, could it be that the secret art has failed and fallen?

"Alas!"

A long sigh suddenly echoed in the black space, which actually touched Ning Yuan's soul, as if it was a sigh of a god.

"Who's talking?" Ning Yuan shouted at the space, he knew that there were other things in this space.

"I can't imagine that after countless eras, there are still clansmen who have entered the Yin-Yang Shrine, but my Yin-Yang Clan has fallen to such a point." Hong Zhong's sigh came again, as if he was speaking to Ning Yuan.

His tone was unwilling, and his anger seemed to explode.

"Yin-Yang Shrine, Yin-Yang Clan?" Ning Yuan was surprised.

"That's right, this is the Yin Yang Shrine in the territory of the Yin and Yang Clan, the world where the gods of the Yin and Yang Clan sleep for generations, and you are the 100,000th generation descendant of my Yin and Yang Clan."

The space reverberates with the sound of vicissitudes.

Click.

With a snap of his fingers, a brilliant red flame suddenly appeared in the sky, instantly dispelling the darkness, and the entire spatial world was clearly visible.

The ancient monuments that are independent like giant swords are inserted straight into the earth, as if suppressing all things in heaven and earth, gods and demons bow their heads, the momentum is monstrous, and it is extremely spectacular.

"The shrine, the place where the bones of the gods are buried!" Ning Yuan's heart set off a turbulent wave, and even his palms trembled slightly.

God, the supreme existence of the invincible universe commanded the heavens in the legend, there are very few records of it in ancient books, and here, nearly a thousand gods are buried.

"How's that, boy, you're scared silly."

With a bang, a white cloud suspended in front of Ning Yuan's body, and the voice of the old man from before came from inside.

Ning Yuan can be regarded as a person who has seen the world, so he naturally knows that the other party has no physical body and can only exist in the form of clouds and mist, which is not strange.

"Seniors, seeing this scene, the younger generations are indeed terrified, but the younger generations are even more fortunate to be able to witness the demeanor of the gods when they die, everyone here is placed outside, it is unparalleled in the world, and it is a pity that the younger generations are always born later, and there is no chance again."

Ning Yuan's expression was heavy, and he was bowing three times to the vicissitudes of the ancient monument.

"Hehe, I have a bit of bearing from my Yin Yang Clan, even if it's weak, it doesn't matter, cultivate it slowly." The gray air mass circled around Ning Yuan a few times, and he seemed to be somewhat satisfied with Ning Yuan's behavior.

"Senior, what do you mean?" Ning Yuan stared at the air mass, his face full of doubts.

"Boy, didn't the old man just say, you are the 100,000th generation of my Yin Yang Clan, with the supreme blood of my Yin Yang Clan, the old man wants to cultivate you well." The air mass rose and fell, and he looked at Ning Yuan as he spoke.

"Don't laugh at the seniors, the juniors are dead." Ning Yuan shook his head bitterly.

"Haha, who said you died, if you really died, you would not be eligible to enter the Yin Yang Shrine." The white air mass burst out laughing.

"Your current state should be in a deep sleep."

"Am I really not dead!" Ning Yuan's fists clenched, and hope burned in his eyes.

According to the white air mass, it is very likely that Ning Yuan was only asleep and did not die.

"Boy, come with me."

The air mass spit out a mouthful of white light, covering Ning Yuan, and the next moment, Ning Yuan was already in an air platform.

"It's strange to say, if you want to awaken the yin and yang bloodline, you must at least devour the holy vein to achieve it, but you have two veins, and you have abandoned the supreme imperial vein to promote the awakening of the yin and yang bloodline, this is the first time the old man has encountered this." The white cloud air mass was a little surprised.

One body and two veins may be very common in foreign races, and he has not encountered them before, but the Yin and Yang Clan has never had such an existence.

The yin and yang bloodlines are enough to bare for nine days.

"What the predecessor means is that I have exhausted the Supreme Imperial Vein and successfully awakened the Yin and Yang bloodline, so wouldn't my cultivation be ......" Ning Yuan suddenly thought of something, I'm afraid that my cultivation at this moment is not as good as before.

"Seven layers of condensation." The air mass said lightly.

"This ......" Ning Yuan almost fainted.

There are seven realms of mortal practice, condensation, congenital, dharma, spirit infant, heavenly sect, prince, and human emperor.

And Ning Yuan, as a generation of princes, has now plummeted and been reduced to a condensation realm, which is really unacceptable.

However, compared to death, this result is a good explanation, thinking of this, Ning Yuan quickly felt relieved.

If this is the will of God, then it will be repeated.

"Senior, ...... you brought me here?"

"You should know the secret method of talent, and the Yin and Yang clan is the same, they have their own secret method inheritance, but the individual is different, and the secret method is not the same."

"You try to open the power of the bloodline, let me see what your talent secret method is."

Ning Yuan nodded after hearing this, the cultivator's bloodline has seven levels: Yellow, Xuan, Earth, Heaven, Emperor, Saint, and God.

The bloodlines above the prefecture level have a unique ability, that is, the talent secret method.

The Yin and Yang bloodline, combined with what Ning Yuan currently understands, is at least at the holy level, this kind of anti-heaven bloodline, and the inherited talent secret method is extremely anti-heaven.

Ning Yuan sat cross-legged, his palms facing each other up and down, his mind and mind were one, and his body was full of qi and blood, communicating with the yin and yang blood in his body.

After a long time, a terrifying roar suddenly came from Ning Yuan's body, like the voice of gods and demons.

Immediately, Ning Yuan only felt that the place in the center of his eyebrows was torn apart, splashing countless bloodshots.

A scarlet vertical eye suddenly appeared, exuding a terrifying aura like Shura.

"It's ...... Yin Yang Demon Pupil! The air mass made a trembling sound.

Suddenly, the eyebrows opened, scarlet as blood, as if a bottomless black hole was madly devouring everything in Zhou Tian.

Yes!

As the vertical pupils opened, Ning Yuan's whole body shook violently, his face became hideous, and his eyes turned bloody.

"Oh no, boy, you can't control it yet, put it away."

"It's too late, senior!" Ning Yuan let out a loud shout, trying his best to put away the demon pupil, but it was to no avail.

On the contrary, under the baptism of the luster of the demon pupil, Ning Yuan was bathed in blood-red brilliance, more like a demon god of the world, standing proudly.

Ning Yuan stretched out his palm, suddenly turned into a blood claw, and suddenly slashed, wanting to tear the heavens and the earth.

Seeing this, Yun Tuan hurriedly spit out a breath of Xuanhuang Qi and protected Ning Yuan's body.

I don't know how long it took for Ning Yuan to wake up, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and the demon pupil was already closed, and he couldn't see anything unusual.

The old man, who had turned into a cloud, floated on the edge of the platform, dangling back and forth, as if thinking about something.

"Senpai." Ning Yuan slowly approached and shouted at the cloud.

"Boy, I can't imagine that after countless years, I can witness the birth of the Yin Yang Demon Pupil with my own eyes again." Yun Tuan said excitedly to Ning Yuan.

"Yin Yang Demon Pupil?" Ning Yuan touched the back of his head.

"Yin and Yang Demon Pupil, the eye of the ancestral road, one thought can win the creation of heaven and earth, the palm reincarnation of life and death, the anger of people and gods, and the taboo of heaven and earth."

"The last generation of people in our clan who opened the Yin and Yang Demon Pupil can be traced back to the primeval century, and that era belonged to him alone, and the heavens surrendered and ruled the eternity. It's a pity that even he can't escape the catastrophe of the Great Silence. ”

"And the fall of that person is also the reason for the decline of my Yin Yang Clan. Today, there is not much bloodline left in my Yin and Yang clan. ”

The old man of Yuntuan was impassioned, and said a lot in one breath, in that era, he witnessed the prosperity of yin and yang, but now it has formed a great contrast.

"The heavens surrender and rule the eternity!" Ning Yuan's mouth kept murmuring, he really didn't dare to imagine how terrifying the strength of the old man was.

I'm afraid that a simple thought is enough to cause a devastating disaster to the heavens.

"Boy, I've said so much, do you know the burden on your back?" Yun Tuan looked at Ning Yuan, the kid in front of him brought him too much surprise, and he even saw the hope of the resurrection of yin and yang.

"Juniors understand!" Ning Yuan nodded heavily at the old man of the cloud group.

With the life of yin and yang, replace the blue sky, royal the heavens, and drive away all darkness.

This is the mission of the Yin and Yang Clan to inherit the eternity, and Ning Yuan has already understood it the moment he awakens the Yin Yang Demon Pupil.

"Even if the future is spurned by the world, oppressed by heaven, and even the enemy of the heavens." Yun Tuan said gloomily.

"The Yin and Yang of the Royal Dao, until death, if the sky stops me, I will kill the sky!" Ning Yuan's eyes were firm, and he did not waver in the slightest.

"Good! I was not mistaken. But remember, don't reveal your true identity until you're strong enough. The old man said with great relief.

The Yin and Yang people have a bloodline that will never back down since ancient times, and they were, and they are still and will be even more so in the future.

"Yes, the younger generation should keep it in mind." Ning Xuan said with a serious expression.

As he spoke, he saw that the light of the cloud was slowly dimming, and its aura was rapidly weakening, and it could disappear at any time.

"Senior, this is ......" Ning Yuan's face changed suddenly.

"You...... You're the last one, mission accomplished, and we're gone. The old man's voice was extremely weak.

The power of the old man's divine soul was no longer enough to maintain the stability of the Yin Yang Divine Tomb, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep.

The next moment, the old man disappeared, and the space of the Yin Yang Shrine was shrouded in darkness, and it fell into the dark abyss of eternal daylight.