Bang!

Bang!

Countless "sparks" fell, and the sky rained fire.

Every flint smashed mercilessly on the staircase forged by ten thousand swords.

Every time he stepped out, the steps made of the sword shattered.

The road ahead is broken.

"It's not good, if it goes on like this, before I can reach the top of the sky, the ladder made of these swords will be shattered."

Yang Feng's eyes revealed anxiety.

I can't help but pick up the pace.

Click!

Cha!

The blade of a sword began to crumble, breaking inch by inch, and finally fell to the ground.

"Shhh Could this 'Mars' be the cause of this ruined sword?"

Looking at the swords falling from the air, Jiang Kui and the others couldn't help but think of these rusty swords on the ground.

Yang Feng didn't dare to linger at his feet, it was too ferocious, these sparks were not the volume of meteorites, but the size of ordinary stones, and they themselves carried a kind of firelight.

When falling from the sky, with the terrifying gravity of falling from the sky, these swords that were cast into ladders were directly smashed to pieces.

I can't bear the weight of Yang Feng anymore.

Every time Yang Feng stepped on the sword ladder, he carefully maintained his strength.

Even the volley borrowing was used.

Wow!

10,000 steps.

With just half a cup of tea, Yang Feng stepped on more than five thousand steps, of course, most of the pressure came from the pressure brought to him by the starfall vision.

At each step in front, there were traces of breakage, and the material of these swords, no matter what, could not compare to the naturally formed Mars in the heavens.

"It's dangerous! Do I still have a chance?"

It's three thousand steps at the end, but there's no sword left.

At the end of Yang Feng was a void.

Looking far away, the stars under the void are so dazzling and dazzling.

"Yang Shao's future shouldn't be broken, right?"

Ten thousand swords cast ladders, and the grandmaster broke through the realm.

Someone noticed that there were too many stairs that fell to the ground.

It's outrageous.

Some swords, even when they were dropped, were so unrecognizable that you couldn't tell at all, it was a sword.

"What then? If Yang Shao turns around and comes back now, it will be so high...... What if something goes wrong......

"Now Yang Shao has no way out, so he can only bite the bullet."

Under the void, the dazzling starlight pierced Yang Fengzhen's eyes, and he could feel that the starlight was already very close to him.

A burning sensation, to be precise, the oppression of the starry sky.

made him feel helpless, but fortunately he retained his physical strength, and the remaining three thousand steps, without the sword as a ladder, he could only rely on himself.

Climb up.

Harness the sword!

The Burning Sun Sword was completed into a ladder, and Yang Feng quickly swept over, a sword, a sword.

Step on!

For!

One foot stepped on the sword, and the other foot condensed the sword qi in the void.

Take off!

Blood surging!

The scorching heat, at the end of the void, is a scorching heat that rises in streams.

It's like being in the melting pot of heaven and earth.

The stars are shining!

And the Burning Sun Sword under Yang Feng's feet seemed to have reached the limit of what it could bear.

Cracks began to appear on the sword.

"Hold on a little longer, old man."

Yang Feng almost didn't dare to use force on his feet, because the Burning Sun Sword, since it had been tempered, was almost a top-notch divine weapon.

But the heavenly fire scorching in the void is aimed at all kinds of divine weapons.

No one can climb to the end of the void with the help of external objects.

"I don't know, after these swords have fallen, Yang Shao is on them, what is the situation?"

Starlight, no matter how dazzling it is, can't compare to Haoyue after all, right?

Sky

It was still the night sky, and Yang Feng had now ascended to the end of the void.

But the only sword under his feet that he was struggling to support, the sword body was already covered with dense cracks.

Click!

Click!

Boom!

The moment Yang Feng stepped on his feet, the Burning Sun Sword finally couldn't support it anymore and shattered.

"Old Trick! Thank you."

Rumble!

The Sun Sword at his feet exploded into crumbs.

The Sun Sword, which has accompanied him for nearly twenty years, has come to an end at this moment.

"Whew!"

Yang Feng took a deep breath, he didn't have a sword, he wanted to cut through the barriers and laws of this world, his only reliance, the sword broke the galaxy.

It is not without reason to choose the brilliant night sky of Xinghan, when he first came out of the sword, Yang Feng had already realized it.

This swordsmanship has gone beyond the scope of the sword.

What is contained is the magnificent galaxy composed of exploding endless stars and billions of stars.

This time he was going to break the shackles that stood in his way from this world.

With obsession, stubbornness, and thoughts of relatives and friends.

The sword was gone.

The two fingers merged, and the eyes were full of stars, endless stars, falling, flickering, and burning.

Rumble!

Prosperous!

The starry sky exploded, and the void was torn open.

"Look, Yang Shaohe...... And he succeeded!" Look at the book

"Is that the aurora?"

"That's another world, a vast and boundless Immortal Realm!"

Everyone is looking forward to the world behind the aurora, a world that they can't touch all their lives.

Yang Zhong looked at the black dot in front of the opening.

In fact, it wasn't just him, everyone saw it, and the block was a black dot.

The dots resemble tengu in a lunar eclipse.

"Walk through this gap and I'll leave this world forever?"

Yang Feng turned his back to the dazzling aurora, looking down at the mountains and rivers under his feet.

His heart was full of thoughts, and everything he had experienced in the past thirty-eight years was recalled in his mind.

"Goodbye, my other home."

The diffusion of the aurora, its range is shrinking, shrinking, the aurora is fading, if he doesn't leave, when the aurora disappears, he will have to wait for a long, long time.

Yang Feng jumped into the void crack, this was the first time he left, and when he came back, he didn't know when.

"Yang Shao, goodbye!"

"We're going to miss you!"

"Xiao An, we'll wait for you to come back."

"Yang An, when you come back, the Mandate of Heaven will surely become the pride of Jiang Guo."

The aurora disappeared with the black shadow, and everyone knew that it was Yang Feng who left.

It's like a dream, a dream that has lasted for thirty-eight years.

Yang Feng, who was lying on the ground, moved his fingers.

Bodhi Realm.

Every speck of dust is a world.

The towering Bodhi tree, one layer, one layer......

There is no end.

"Am I back at the Netherworld?"

Yang Feng woke up and the first thought in his mind.

"I don't know, how are Bing Yao and the others doing now?"

Standing up slowly, he was greeted by fluorescence, which surrounded him.

"These...... Is it a memory of my world? Isn't it a dream? But where is that world now?"

I can't find it, and I can't see it.

Inside the tree hole, the only fluorescence.

Pale green, drifting.

Yang Feng followed the fluorescence and left.

"Here, exit?"

"Huh? My cultivation is back!"

Repair to the fullest.

"At the beginning of the Mahayana period, did my experience this time make me condense the remaining Dharma Appearances?"

The realm of merger, the realm of Mahayana.

Yang Feng is different, his way is a road that no one has ever stepped on in the past.

Condense three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, looking at the past and the present!

Now that the Dharma has been completed, it is a matter of course to enter the Mahayana.

Walking out of the Bodhi Realm, Yang Feng did not go far, he clearly remembered that before he left, Bing Yao, Jiang Yueying, Ye Kunlun and others.

All enter the Bodhi realm.

I just don't know, how long has passed.

Are these people okay? What about the outside world?

"Huh?"

Yang Feng's divine soul sensed that there were battle fluctuations in this place.

"Anyone?"

"Please save my child!"

"Demon woman, be punished!"

In the dark night, Yang Feng's spirit swept over the source of the sound, and his eyes shrank.

A woman with sheep's horns and dressed in green clothes holds a "ghost child" in her hand.

What is a ghost baby, that is, a child who died young, nourished by the spirit of the underworld, in layman's terms, it is a ghost baby.

The sound of Devil May Cry shook the heavens and the earth.

Behind the woman in Tsing Yi, there is also a man with bloody eyes.

"Save me and my children."

"Save me and my children."

The woman in Tsing Yi kept repeating these words in her mouth.

"Those blood pupils, why are they so similar to those people?"

This pair of blood pupils made Yang Feng think of the blood cloak.

Claiming to be a descendant of the blood of sin.

"Stop!"

Yang Feng didn't want to be nosy, but wanted to ask if there was any connection between these people.

"Boy, who are you? Can you sense my presence?"

The blood pupils stared at Yang Feng closely, wanting to see Yang Feng through.

"Do you know the Cloak of Blood?"

"I am his eyes, do you think I recognize them?"

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of the blood pupil's mouth.

"Eyes?"

Yang Feng suddenly remembered that the blood cloaks he had seen in the deserted city were all wearing masks, and their pupils were not covered.

The relationship between the emotional blood pupil and the blood cloak is like this.

"Then you are unlucky to meet me, I didn't expect it, I have a blood feud with them, so don't think about leaving today."

While the two were talking, the woman in Tsing Yi with sheep's horns had already left with the baby in her arms.

"Boy, dare to block my way, do you know how many blood pupils there are on the Scarlet Plains, I have to say, you are really brave."

The blood pupil comes from, the blood-colored plain within the Netherworld Cliff.

It was a place where blood rained all year round.

The eyes of the blood pupil walked out of a figure.

He was holding a bloody knife, and there was a golden blood ring behind him, like a god.

Repair is fluctuating.

The Mahayana period is the ultimate perfection.

His knife slashed out a trail of blood.

The crescent-shaped blood engulfed Yang Feng's figure.

Tear!

Hoo!

The broken Heaven Swallowing Halberd cut off the crescent-shaped blood from it.

There was a cold light in his eyes.

The laws of heaven and earth in the Mahayana period are at your fingertips.

A cage like a thorn in the ground, breaking through the ground.

A gray mist enveloped the body of the blood pupil.

"The Law of Chaos?!"

The blood pupil seemed to have seen something incredible, and there was a touch of jealousy in Yang Feng's eyes.

During the Mahayana period, he exerted the power of the law of chaos, and he encountered such a human race for the first time.

"Yo! There's still a bit of eyesight! I just don't know what you can do to break free from the cage forged by my chaotic laws."

Chaos Law

Then, being listed as the first of the three thousand avenue laws, ordinary people, is simply impossible.

Yang Feng also had his current achievements because he awakened the will of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods during the Jindan Period.

In this world, except for him, no one can comprehend the law of chaos.

"Huh! The law of chaos is not the first in the heavens, at least you now, you haven't reached that level, and you want to be trapped with the law of chaos? You may be underestimating our Blood Pupil Clan."

In the eyes of the blood pupil, a blood-colored hook and sickle appeared.

His pair of blood pupils seemed to be a warehouse that could have everything.

The blood-colored hook and sickle is in the hand, and the power of the law of chaos is forged into a cage, which is cut into pieces by the sharp hook and sickle.

"The Bloodhook Scythe is so powerful?"

After a brief period of shock, Yang Feng picked up the Spirit Sword.

He wanted to try how much Kendo had improved after this tempering.

The infinite mystery of evolution, the shadow of the sword is myriad, and the phantom of the sword spirit is condensed and formed in the sky above.

"The Ten Directions are gone!"

This is a low-level version of the Sword of Destruction, and above the Silence is destruction.

Infinite means, endless meanings.

Inside the Spirit Sword, the powerful immortal qi and the fierce aura all gushed out.

A cross-shaped sword slash fell towards the blood-colored hook and sickle.

The moment the swords and sickles collided, the blood pupil only felt that the blood-red world in his eyes suddenly became dim.

Blind!

Yang Feng's ten directions were extinguished, making the blood-colored world of the blood pupil turn black.

"You ruined my blood pupils, my blood realm, you ......"

"Tell me everything you know about this place, or I'll kill you!"

Yang Feng's Spirit Sword fell on the neck of the blood pupil.

"You, the people of the Scarlet Plains, will not let you go."

"Huh?"

A trace of anger flashed across Yang Feng's face.

"This is the Bodhi Realm, and there are billions of dust in this Bodhi tree, which means that there are billions of worlds, but in fact, it is just a long sleep."

"Long sleep? Do you mean here?"

"In the Bodhi realm, there are tree spirits, which can devour people's memories and eat people's souls, and in the dust realm, it may be the world it weaves for you, or it may be a dream......

In order to survive, the blood pupil had no choice but to explain honestly.

Yang Feng was in the process of the blood pupil's speech, his divine soul stayed on the blood pupil, if the blood pupil hesitated or something else, he could immediately detect it.

"Can I go in and save people now?"

"Huh! Do you think anyone can enter Bodhi? Not only will you not be able to save anyone, but you will also fall into the dream that the dryad has already woven for you."

"Oh? Isn't there a way to do it?"

The safety of Bing Yao and the others was at stake, and Yang Feng couldn't give up easily.

"Cut down the Bodhi tree, destroy the Bodhi realm!"

The blood pupil accentuated the tone, and there was a hint of encouragement in it.

Yang Feng looked at it, the Bodhi tree, like a divine tree that runs through the heavens and the earth, is thick and strong, and extraordinary people can reach it.

Even if he entered the Mahayana realm and wanted to cut down this tree, it would be like a mayfly shaking the tree.

"Who can cut down this tree?"

"Descendant of Pangu, one of the twelve ancestors of Dijiang."

"Dijiang?!"

Pangu clan.

It was the first time Yang Feng had heard of such a race.

Isn't Pangu the creator god?

"That's right! The Wu clan is a descendant of the Pangu clan, and they are fighting with the demon clan over who is the authentic Pangu clan."

Through the mouth of the blood pupil, he found out, such a secret, Yang Feng only felt that the whole person's brain was messing up now.

"Di Jiang, the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, only when he gathers the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches can he exert some of the power of the Heaven Opening Axe."

The big demon of the demon clan, the great witch of the witch clan.

As well as Sanqing, they all have the blood of the Pangu God flowing in their bodies.