Yang Ning came from behind, standing directly on the seventy-eighth floor, the sea of blood rolling, like a turbulent waterfall, washing Yang Ning's soul.

Sublimation to the extreme, growth in oppression.

On the bluestone steps, there was a terrible vibration, even if Yang Ning's sword intent rushed into the night, he also felt the terrible coming from the clouds above.

Who was the one who shouted in the air just now? Yang Ning didn't know, but Yang Ning's heart, a belligerent heart, seemed to awaken at a moment.

In the search, to fight with it.

In the sea of knowledge, the miniature Two Realms Mountain, with the operation of Ling Tianjue, has begun to take on majesty, a sword, hanging on the top of the mountain, Yang Ning doesn't know what it means, but the familiar Tianque sword that can't be in the familiar makes Yang Ning feel extraordinary.

The sword was mysterious, almost impossible to explore, and without warning, it appeared in its own sea of knowledge.

A faint power shrouded down, making it impossible for people to approach or explore.

Yang Ning roared, and the entire mountaineering road trembled.

Yang Ning is fighting against the coercion from the mountaineering road.

Leaping to the fourth order, such an achievement, unprecedented, very bold, but the harvest is also remarkable.

Yang Ning's aura became more and more profound, leaving only a back, blurred in the white mist.

Ting Yi was dumbfounded, he didn't even see Yang Ning's face clearly, and in his sluggishness, he gradually came back to his senses: "Who was that just now?" ”

"Northern Xuan Sword Sect?" Ting smiled and only felt Ling Tian's sword intent, judged Yang Ning's identity, and couldn't help but ask Liufeng, who was one order lower than himself.

Liufeng was a little surprised, for Yang Ning's talent, Liufeng only knew a rough idea, but Liufeng didn't expect that Yang Ning's foundation was so deep.

"It turns out that Elder Taishang's gaze is the most far-reaching." Liufeng sighed, and then thought of his master, and Liufeng's heart fell into a complicated struggle.

The wind is light, the white mist is moving, and the changes are endless, and there is a rhyme in the middle, and the spiritual power fluctuations from the disciples are constantly stirring the wind and clouds, making the entire mountaineering road vibrate.

Yang Pi is like a lonely knife, with a sharp blade, opening the way ahead, although there is no such terrifying worldly approach as Yang Ning, but there is no one to pick up.

Dressed in green clothes, with a desolation, like a cold mountain, let the surrounding white fog freeze, pass quickly, almost without any stop, following Yang Ning's footsteps, in less than a quarter of an hour, he also stood on the seventy-eighth floor.

Together with Yuer, set foot on the top of the mountain.

Yang Pi did not lag behind.

"Ancient Knife Tower?"

The disciples of the Demon Sect couldn't believe it.

One sword and one sword, the Northern Xuan Sword Sect and the Ancient Sword Tower of the Liuyun Kingdom seem to be very weak in recent decades, and they have not shown the strength that the Sword Sect should have, and they have always been at the bottom of the five factions.

Do you want to change the decline this year? Ting smiled with a cruel look in his eyes, which was very evil.

The power of the Demon Sect cannot be changed, even if the other party is a talented swordsman and swordsman.

Ting smiled and stepped towards the next step.

With the ambition of competition, Ting smiled at his wide body, like the return of the demon king, and an evil aura emanated, which was very distinct in the white mist.

"I can't be too far behind...... "Qiu Beilan's breath is even more ghostly, and the light yarn is pulled, exuding a strong fragrance.

Charm Gong is here, and it doesn't have much power, but a body of cultivation is also a terrifying worldly person, maybe compared with Ting Yixiao, it is slightly insufficient, but it doesn't seem to pay much attention to the mountaineering road in front of him.

There was a pink spiritual power flowing under his feet, wrapping himself and leaving from the original steps.

The mountain path can already be seen at the end, but the remaining steps are not rashly moved.

The most difficult part of the mountain climbing path is the steps at the back, which is a general knowledge that no one knows.

Yang Ning has not moved for a long time since he climbed the seventy-eighth step.

Jumping to the fourth order, the coercion that came from the sky, even if Yang Ning's foundation was extremely solid, he was also subjected to unprecedented pressure.

Rumble! Rumble......

The roar, starting from the soul, made Yang Ning almost out of breath.

Unconsciously, Yang Ning has been standing here for three days, his feet seem to be numb, he can't move half a step for a long time, and he jumps to the fourth step, which does require a strong foundation, but it also has a lot of challenges to Yang Ning's body and mind.

The coercion of the Tao continued to wash Yang Ning's soul, making Yang Ning's foundation deeper and deeper.

Within the sea of knowledge, like stormy waves, constantly changing, the miniature mountains of the two realms are almost substantial, and the colors are colorful, all showing the depth of Yang Ning's foundation.

After the experience of the poison of the heart, Yang Ning's heart vein, like a fire, the jade paste of blood, worthy of the greatest treasure in the secret realm, that is the essence of ten thousand blood, condensed into jade paste, reshaping Yang Ning's heart, making Yang Ning's heart vein extremely tough.

The spiritual power constantly washes the body, and the pores of the whole body are breathing, very greedy, and the surrounding spiritual power is swept away.

In three days, Yang Ning gained a huge harvest, and the benefits of jumping to the fourth order were finally highlighted.

Buzzing......

Like a soft roar, constantly vibrating.

Yang Ning's body has been sublimated like never before.

The firelight was diffuse, forming a halo around Yang Ning's body, which gradually became clear in the white mist.

Yang Ning stopped for three days, and finally moved at dusk three days later.

The footsteps are light, and at every turn, it seems that the road is walking.

Sonorous and gurgling.

"After three days of meditation, the foundation is complete, and the divine fire can finally be ignited." Yang Ning is very satisfied, for such an achievement, even in his previous life, it is unseen and unheard of.

Looking at the mountain realm, he was already close to the origin of the Dao, which made Yang Ning very excited.

The momentum of the sky has forced all the white fog around the three feet back, and it has reached a realm that can change the general trend of heaven and earth.

More than 20 people, after three days of hard work, have all come to the seventy-eighth floor, making the entire bluestone steps slightly crowded, but they are all in Jingwu, Yang Ning is the first to wake up, and he has not alarmed others.

Go on your own.

Seventy-ninth floor.

Rumble......

The entire hiking trail was shaking, as if the whole world knew about it.

"I didn't expect someone to climb the last three floors so quickly this year." In the main hall, there are many people at the moment, and it is very lively.

"It seems that this year's issuance will be very lively." The leader of the Demon Sect has a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, because this year, the Demon Sect is expected to surpass the Fog Hidden Sect and become the first of the five factions.

"Lively?" A voice, but not from any of the five factions, "It is indeed very lively." Although he sat in the lower seat, he was full of momentum, as if he was looking down on everyone.

"Oh? Isn't it still possible? "The leader of the Ancient Sword Tower is not weak at all, and he is very angry about that person's targeting.

"Just the five factions of your Liuyun Country? I'm afraid the excitement is limited. This is exactly what the man who shouted at the end of the mountain road a few days ago, about twenty years old, but he was just beginning to show his heroic spirit, like a lion waiting to pounce.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce, this is the most untalented disciple of my Langya Pavilion." A middle-aged man sitting in the first place on the lower right introduced the identity of the young man to everyone, and said: "Langya Pavilion Zibo Road." ”

"Bolu, haven't you met your seniors soon?" It seems to be a reprimand, but in his eyes, he is proud of his disciple.

"Yes." Zibo Lu was a little disdainful, carelessly, and saluted to the four people opposite and the head of the Wuyin Sect above, "Disciple Zibo Lu, I have seen all the ancestors. ”

Jian Jue and the others didn't move, they were all waiting for the person above to speak.

Langya Pavilion is a sect in the neighboring countries of Liuyun Country, and the power ranking of the sixteen countries of Surabaya is still above the Wuyin Gate, which belongs to one of the top forces in Surabaya, and is the first sect of the Langya Empire, with an extraordinary status.

The strength of the Langya Empire is almost comparable to that of the Great Qin Empire, but because of the constraints of the two sides, the Liuyun Kingdom can gain a place to survive in the cracks.

In terms of topography, Liuyun Country is very difficult compared to other countries. Surrounded by strong enemies, it can be said that there is almost no living space, but it is precisely because of this that Liuyun Country has been able to survive for a long time, maybe the surrounding wars are continuous, but after decades, it can be regarded as peaceful and smooth.

"I don't know about Langya Pavilion this time?" The head of the Fog Hidden Sect finally spoke, after all, it is a guest from afar, as for whether it is a good guest or an evil guest, the people who can sit here have lived for many years, and they can naturally understand and see it.

"I heard that there are remnants of Yin Wind Valley in the territory of Liuyun Country, I don't know if Chen Zhangjiao has heard of it?" The middle-aged man smiled and stared at the palm teacher above.

"I wonder how Deputy Pavilion Master Lang found out?" The head of the sect did not admit it, nor did he deny it, but asked rhetorically, and even in words, he was a little unkind.

To be able to go out and walk on behalf of Langya Pavilion, the middle-aged man must have been approved by the high-level of Langya Pavilion, but the head of the sect is the opposite, saying that he is the deputy cabinet master, and the implication is that he is just saying that a deputy cabinet master, why do you know so much, it is enough to do your duty.

"Naturally, someone told us." The middle-aged man seems to have a good temper, and he naturally understands the words of the master, but he also readily accepts it, giving the teacher a suspense.

"Yes, Yin Wind Valley has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, I don't know if your pavilion master has a hexagram?" The head of the sect was condescending, and at the same time, there was some caution in his eyes.

This Langtian is not easy to deal with, he wants to divide, but he can't, the mind of the master quickly changed, and he directly asked Langya Pavilion about his decision, hoping to pull him into the water.

"The pavilion master did make a fortune before we left."

"How?" In fact, there was a trace of panic in the head of the sect, Yin Feng Valley, the bloody case more than sixty years ago, still echoed in his ears, and the bloody incident was like a brand, lingering.

"The world is in turmoil, and the heroes are rising together." Lang Tian's face was a little more solemn, and he was indeed a little heavy for such a comment.

The world is in turmoil, and for this alone, I don't know how many people will lose their lives because of it.

With Langtian's words, the hall suddenly became nervous. The reason why Langya Pavilion is famous also has another identity, that is, the hexagram is very accurate.

Since the pavilion master of Langya Pavilion said that the world is in chaos, then at the very least, there will be blood and rain among the sixteen countries of Surabaya, this is for sure.

"Yin Wind Valley, ......," the leader of the Ancient Sword Tower sighed.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" the monk Jiuzi sighed compassionately, continued the scriptures, and prayed for this great world.

"Hmph, a world, just killing." A disciple of Langya Pavilion, with contempt, spit out, which was very harsh.

"Yes, my generation of cultivators, only by experiencing the baptism of blood and tears can we proudly ...... the world."

Several disciples of Langya Pavilion were arrogant, and even spoke coldly with a contemptuous tone.

With almost the disciple's language, the face of the master became more and more gloomy.

The Fog Hidden Gate has always advocated peace, especially over the years, it has made great contributions to the stability of the Flowing Cloud Country, but this time the Yin Wind Valley is alive in the Flowing Cloud Country, and such news is almost bad news for the Fog Hidden Sect.

"Presumptuous!" Lang Tianli drank his disciples, but in his tone, he was somewhat insincere.

"Maybe the nephews are right." Zhangjiao's face was bitter, and he didn't know what to say for a while.