It's a huge depression.

It is called "Thang Long Lake", but there is not a drop of water in sight.

Dozens of miles long, surrounded by almost vertical cliffs, bare and smooth, reflecting a pitch-black metallic luster, covered with scars, with swords and blades, fists and palms through the body, and even human-shaped pits.

The cliffs that have been through the vicissitudes of life for a long time, mottled and densely imprinted, are combined into a piece of sword light and blood.

Among the many cliffs of equal height, there is a special peak, as high as 100,000 zhang, the whole body is brilliant gold, like a sharp sword straight into the sky, on the steep mountain, from the bottom to the top of the winding a huge golden dragon.

Where the golden dragon was against the scales, it was pierced by a blood-red long sword, nailed to the mountain, and the golden dragon blood flowed down from the wound, dyeing the entire mountain peak golden.

The dragon's head was large and hideous, sticking out from the mountain, and the dragon's mouth was wide open, facing a four-sided pyramid below.

The pyramid is located in the center of the depression, made up of layers of steps, until it is higher than the surrounding cliffs, and the spire and the dragon's head are far away, and the interval is only more than 100 zhang.

Knock –

The morning bell broke, and the moment the daylight fell on the earth, I looked around, and the cliffs around the depression were already full of figures.

They are all transcendent monks, Flying Immortals, and there are some true legends, deacons, and several elder peak masters standing sporadically.

The tide of mist is coming, the catastrophe looms, and many powerful figures of the Flying Immortals, elders and strong people, have been sent out to walk in the realm of the Fallen Immortals, lobbying all forces.

As the overlord of this domain, Feixian Dongtian only needs to issue a decree to his own subordinate forces, and he should not dare to disobey. But in addition, there are many forces that are not under the rule of Feixian, so they need to come to the door to clarify the interests and disadvantages, and merge the power of the entire realm, as the head of a realm, this kind of thing has always been done by Feixian Dongtian himself.

Because many strong people go out, and there are a large number of strong people and disciples who have been guarding the border for a long time, there are not many people who can come to watch this "Dragon Breath Forging Body", and some even exist too lazy to watch the children play at all.

Unless, it is an organization that intends to absorb new blood and expand its own lineage, it will send people to look for talents.

Even for all these reasons, the number of people who came to watch the battle was still huge, almost crowding the platforms on the cliffs, with people and whispers, and I don't know that there were tens or millions of people.

The strength of the Flying Immortal Cave can be seen.

On the platform, there stood a gorgeous throne abruptly, out of place with the surroundings, a purple-robed man with a feminine appearance reclining on it, unaware that he occupied too much space, and the surrounding disciples did not dare to have the slightest complaint, looking at the man's eyes with hidden awe.

"Evil Saint, a disciple of the Flying Immortal Cave Innocence Legend, ranked twenty-seventh on the Flying Dragon List, and has cultivated to the fifth-order Divine Treasure Realm, there are two Dao sources, peerless level: Blood Devouring (Three Rings), Rare Level: Xuanyin Poisonous Light (Seven Rings)."

"Huh?"

The evil saint's expression moved, his eyes were attracted by a figure in the distance, and he couldn't help but get up slowly, and the next moment, the blood light crossed the void and appeared beside the other party.

"Bao'er, are you here too? Oh, I heard that your sixth brother is here, did you come to see him? ”

The Evil Saint pulled the corners of his mouth hard, revealing what he thought was the sunniest smile, but his face was too stiff and looked very weird, as if it was a corpse laughing.

Whoa!

Purple and blue lightning flashed, and a black line slowly appeared on the neck of the evil saint, and the head immediately rolled to the ground.

"How many times have I said it, can you call Bao'er?"

Wang Bao'er's expression was cold, and a strand of hair was surrounded by thunder, and it was actually it that cut off the head of the evil saint.

"Hehe, the senior sister is so ruthless, and the junior brother knows that it is wrong."

The skull on the ground smiled, slowly turning into a pool of blood as he spoke, and the wound on the headless corpse squirmed, and a head grew between breaths.

"Get out of the way."

"Okay!"

The evil saint nodded and bowed, his figure flickered, and he lay back on the throne, his expression slowly becoming gloomy, and he snorted imperceptibly.

The fifteenth king of the phoenix, Bao'er, is far above him, and he can only hold back the fire in his heart, and he doesn't dare to attack in person.

Knock –

The old man, whose hair was white, heard the bell, nodded slightly, and then stepped into the void, and the next moment, the sound of the vast voice spread in all directions.

"Once in ten years, the dragon's breath forging body, start!!"

Click! Click!

Around the depression, a thick iron wall rose from each of them, revealing a dark passage in the cliff, in which there were many figures, all of whom had a rapid breath and a majestic fighting spirit.

Boom!!

Another bell rang, followed by a dragon chant that resounded through the sky, coming from the mouth of the golden dragon.

Ang –

Whoa—

The golden mist, surging out of the dragon's head, seemed to be formed by the convergence of countless brilliant golden particles, flowed past the top of the pyramid, poured down all around, and spread wildly, as if endless, and vowed not to stop until the entire depression was filled.

In a few moments, the huge depression was already filled with golden mist, and the dragon's head still did not stop, spitting continuously, and the golden light was endless.

The golden depression is like a golden lake, and this is Thang Long Lake!

"Fish fight in the lake, fight for the top of the pyramid, transform the body of a true dragon, and cast the body of King Kong."

The tradition of Feixian Cave Heaven stretches for eternity, and today, the war is starting again.

At the moment when the golden lake water spread to the front of the passage, as if the horn of the charge was sounded, tens of thousands of newly promoted outer disciples couldn't wait to rush out.

Thundered!

Stepping on the earth, like ten thousand horses galloping, the earth could not bear it, and trembled violently.

"Kill!!"

"I am Li Batian of the Li family, who dares to stop me? Kill! ”

"Hahaha!"

"Die for the master!"

"Happy!"

"Miss Ben has arrived, and she is out of the way!"

Chaos, chaos, what else is there to cooperate with each other? Under this golden light, a few rushes and kills, and they can't find the north, so they can only fight when they see people, and they will rest until they die.

It is impossible to die, the Flying Immortal is a righteous and orderly force, how can it show the way of raising Gu?

This golden dragon breath is very strange, in it, even if the head is blown up, it will be immediately wrapped in a layer of golden light, and the figure inside will not move, and the injury will heal rapidly.

Although he was healed, he could no longer take half a step out of the light film, so he could only stop here, and at the edge of the Holy Dragon Lake, absorb some faint power of dragon breath.

This is equivalent to being eliminated.

"This dragon's breath is really what I need."

Yan Xing was unhurried, and the last one walked out of the passage, and as soon as he shook his palm, the golden light floating in front of him was pinched in his palm.

The next moment, the flesh particles seemed to be mad dogs, devouring the golden light, and those particles that devoured the golden light faintly shimmered with brilliant golden light.

"Good stuff!"

Yan Xing's eyes lit up, and he raised his eyes to look through the mist of golden light and look straight at the top of the pyramid. There, it is the place where the "dragon's breath" is the strongest, and it is also the place where all the disciples must fight.

"War on top?"

"Hey, I'm Yan asking for it!"

Whew-

There was a piercing sound of wind in his ears, and a thick metal rod whistled and struck directly on Yan Xing's temple.

Clang!!

"What!?"

The attacker's eyes widened, and he looked at Yan Xing's glittering black head, and then at his own twisted club, and his heart was extremely shocked.

"Lie down."

Before the voice could be transmitted, Yan Xing appeared in front of the other party like a ghost, snapping his palm, his chest was directly flattened, and the whole person was pressed into the rock formation.

"Ho, goo......"

He vomited blood bubbles in his mouth, and when he saw that he was about to lose his breath, the surrounding golden light mist quickly converged, wrapping it in clusters and turning into a layer of light film.

"Interesting."

Yan Xing's eyes were full of meaning, and he pondered for a moment and walked towards the pyramid.

"Good, so strong!!"

The man in the light film relieved himself and struggled to look towards Yan Xing, only to see an incomparably majestic back, gradually disappearing into the depths of the mist.

As he walked, Yan Xing's thoughts continued, and he guessed that this "Dragon Breath Forging Body" was probably the same as the cross-border passage, and it also had the effect of screening spies, and it seemed that the Flying Immortal Cave Heaven was really scared of the fiasco in the chaotic ancient era.

Of course, in the final analysis, this "Dragon Breath Forging Body" is still a benefit for new disciples, and at the same time, through this competition, some good seedlings are selected, which can be described as killing three birds with one stone.

The speed of Yan Xing's progress is getting faster and faster, and the duration of this benefit is only seven days, and the "dragon breath" will not stop spitting during these seven days, it is the strange energy that the golden dragon that was nailed to the mountain has accumulated in ten years.

Everywhere you passed, you could see "golden eggs", and there was a figure blocked inside, some unwilling people roared and roared in it, and there were also smart people who tried their best to devour the golden light.

"Yan Punishment? Found you! ”

Ten figures, both men and women, rushed from the mist, surrounding the Yan torture group, with a cold expression and a surging murderous intent.

"A young hero handpicked by a powerful being? Sorry, Childe has an order, this road is not working! ”

Yan Xing's eyes were surprised, he didn't expect that his name had spread to the Dongtian World, what kind of son could drive a group of disciples to use for himself, it seemed that the origin was not small, but the pattern was a little worse, so he was not afraid.

"It doesn't work? Get through that. ”

"I don't know what's wrong! Kill!! ”

Facing the siege of ten people, Yan Xing's eyes were cold, his feet were stepped on, his fists showed the momentum of bull's horns, and the muscles and bones of his whole body trembled at a strange frequency, and in an instant, the mist condensed, turning into a huge bull, enveloping his body.

"Mighty Bull Demon Fist? Not good! It's the true meaning of martial arts! ”

"He's the limit of mortal bodies!!"

In the cognition of normal people, if the true intent of martial arts can be condensed, then it must be the limit of the Ten Heavens.

Moo –

The earth cracked, the horns of the cow were grand, only to see the shadow of the cow galloping in the sky, ten figures like rag dolls, first lifted into the air, and then fell to the ground without power, and was immediately wrapped by the "golden egg".

"Vulnerable."

Yan Xing flicked his sleeves and strode forward, just stepping over the fog in front of him, a bloody battlefield of 10,000 people gathered on one side blocked his way.

This area is like a meat grinder, and every moment, "golden eggs" are born out of thin air.

"This situation is just right for the talent of evolution."

As soon as this thought arose, Yan Xing used the power of [Life Return] to control the flesh and blood of the cells, and began to snuff out the five senses, first the eyes, the amber pupils turned grayish white due to the death of the cells, followed by the senses of smell, taste, and touch......

Only hearing remains, and now Yan Xing, in his world, there is nothing but sound.

The transmission of sound requires a medium, and in this transcendent world, the medium has infinite possibilities, can the particles in the void become the medium of sound transmission?

What about space?

Even time, the law, or something else......

"The world of sound, I'm coming."

Yan Xing's gray eyes were open, fearless, and he strode into the battlefield of 10,000 people.