Yang Ning was even more like losing his heart, and his whole person was paralyzed.

The whole sea of knowledge is like the end of the world.

Yang Ning's breath began to fall continuously, and the spiritual power began to escape from the sea of self-awareness.

The realm has fallen again and again.

Yang Ning never thought that he would have nothing in an instant, no, it was more terrifying than nothing.

The coercion around him is still there, and his body is still being broken and fragmented.

Without the support of spiritual power, the cracking of the flesh was far more violent than the recovery.

"Ah......" In front of the True Martial Steps, Yang Ning felt that he was coming to an end in an instant.

Do you want to die here?

The gray and yellow breath, at the moment of leaving the body, went straight to the three words "True Martial Palace", it seemed that the back there was calling, and it seemed that the gray and yellow breath was actively approaching him.

The back figure didn't seem to feel the approach of the gray and yellow gas, and still stopped there to stare, his robe fluttering, and his long hair flying......

Yang Ning was already desperate, using Ling Tianjue's metamorphosis to constantly restore himself, and at the same time build the Heaven and Earth Hongqiao, hoping to use the power of the Purple Mansion to prevent himself from being in crisis at this moment.

The spiritual power continued to escape, and under the coercion of the surroundings, it could not be dissipated for a long time, and even the spiritual power was almost condensed into a line at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was still changing, condensing more and more, and finally became filamentous, which was relieved.

Xiao Qilin looked puzzled and jumped off Yang Ning's shoulder.

"Hmm...... "Hmm

"Hmm, ......" The little unicorn was like a playful child, jumping a few times beside Yang Ning, but found that his master actually ignored it, and seemed to be a little bored, and the little unicorn began to wander around this realm.

With less than 100 meters left, the little Qilin soon came to the front of the True Martial Steps.

"Hmm...... the little unicorn was a little puzzled and climbed the steps.

A golden light fell.

"Mmmm......mm

It seems that the voice of the little unicorn has an effect, and a touch of golden light does not hurt the little unicorn.

"Hmm...... the little unicorn was ignorant and continued to move forward on the steps.

Finally climbed the steps, and then saw a platform of nearly five zhang, and the three words "True Martial Palace" were in the middle of the main hall, but on both sides of the platform, two stone beasts squatted on the platform.

"Mmmm......mm

It's exactly the grown up version of the little unicorn, and it's almost exactly the same as the little unicorn.

"Hmm...... the little unicorn looked at the two stone unicorns, and seemed to have a sense of intimacy.

"Hmm, no......" No one knew what the little unicorn wanted to express, and kept running back and forth between the two stone unicorns.

Call this, and then ask that, but between the two sides, only the sound of "hmm" echoes.

Yang Ning in front of the stairs can be said to be miserable at this moment, because the whole person has lost a lot of spiritual power, the spirit and spirit have lost a lot, and he can no longer stand, and even sitting has become a luxury.

The coercion continued, destroying this Yang Ning's body, the flame that belonged to the Qilin blood, was still burning, but because Yang Ning's body already had a certain resistance, he began to slowly refine the holy fire.

The sword body was almost destroyed, and under the blood-red body surface, countless pores continued to expand, trying to absorb spiritual power, but between each swallow, there was no supplement.

The blood is still flowing, and the entire sea of knowledge is almost empty, and all of Yang Ning's foundations, all of his efforts, and all his achievements have returned to the original point in an instant.

However, Yang Ning still didn't give up, because in the sea of knowledge, those few spiritual objects that suppressed the original cultivation were still there.

Nedan ...... Elixir Xidi Manzhu ......

Compared with others, the holy medicine was unexpectedly active in radiating vitality at this moment, and two of the original nine petals had already fallen off, perhaps because of the vitality exudation, the third petal began to pour, out of the original petal range, and began to fall.

Vitality sustains Yang Ning, and it will not die immediately, but it is also a dying state.

The consciousness has long been blurred, the soul has begun to tremble, and the mind cannot be condensed at all......

"Is this the end of it?" Yang Ning was unwilling, the hatred in his heart, as well as the thoughts of the two, kept emerging.

"Unwilling......" Yang Ning shouted hysterically, his voice echoing.

The gray and yellow qi came to the approaching figure, like a dragon shadow, and began to hover around the figure, as if to attract the person's attention, but the figure was still stopping and staring, raising its eyes to the sky, not seeing anything, but it made the figure unable to leave.

"No, if you continue like this, you will definitely die." Yang Ning's only remaining consciousness constantly prompted Yang Ning.

"Even if I climb, I have to move forward...... Yang Ning's consciousness condensed unprecedentedly at this moment......

The tired body began to move, little by little, inch by inch......

100 meters away, constantly pulling in......

"Hmm, ......" It seems that the cry of the little unicorn has finally been answered, and between the two stone unicorns, it seems that there is some kind of traction, and two rays of light, from between the two stone unicorns, shoot towards the little unicorn.

The fiery red light was not fierce, but full of gentleness, enveloping the little unicorn.

"Hmm, no, ......," the little unicorn was ignorant.

Suddenly, between the two rays of light, a void appeared, as if leading to an unknown space.

"Hmmmm......" The little unicorn was curious and jumped in.

"Hmm, no......" the little unicorn disappeared on the platform.

Yang Ning is still climbing, even if it is the abyss ahead, he can't stop it, because he wants to become stronger, and he will continue to be stronger, only in this way can he get revenge, return to Wan'er's side, meet Huini, and see his parents ten years later......

Yang Ning has too many things that are difficult to let go, too many worries to let go......

Although he didn't know what was waiting for him in front of him, Yang Ning had a feeling that as long as he entered this True Martial Palace, he would definitely be able to recover.

Between time and distance, it seems to be infinitely far away, and the distance that should have been reached in the blink of an eye is simply a nightmare for Yang Ning now......

Yang Ning didn't know how many times he wanted to give up, but every time he was on the verge of collapse, he persevered, persevered......

An Hour......

Two Hours......

Yang Ning finally climbed to the front of the steps.

There is a bloody road behind him, and traces of limb struggle can be vaguely seen.

But the figure of the three words "True Martial Palace" was unmoved, it seemed that the sky was falling, and it couldn't alarm the figure to move.

Keep moving.

Yang Ning's body was already like mud, but the unyielding will, holding on to the body, even if it was broken, even if there was only a trace of will, but Yang Ning never gave up.

Only by becoming stronger, only in continuous transformation, can you get what you want, can you have a blood feud, can you live forever with Wan'er, and can you be happy with your best friends......

Yang Ning's body ignited a raging fire of fighting spirit, even if it was to burn his soul, he would not hesitate to do so.

The flesh and blood on his hands were blurred, and faintly, the white bone stubble was exposed, but Yang Ning didn't care.

Blood flowed in front of the steps, red and blinding.

The gray and yellow aura still coiled around the figure, and the figure was even more indifferent to everything in the outside world.

Only three words keep emitting golden light, shining on this space, making it vivid, and everything seems to be still.

And on Yang Ning's finger, in the Blue Ring there, under the abyss, the Demon Lord's eyes were solemn, which was from the fear in his heart.

"How so?" The Demon Lord was puzzled.

"Why is he here?"

"Also, he seems to be ...... at the moment"

Even the Demon Monarch didn't know whether the staring figure in front of the steps was real or fake, but the gray and yellow gas that flew out of Yang Ning's sea of consciousness was shocked.

A person's sea of knowledge, unless he wishes, even if he is a Daluo Immortal, it is impossible to detect it.

This is also the reason why the gray and yellow qi is in Yang Ning's sea of knowledge, but it is not known by the Demon Lord.

But this kid, how can he have gray and yellow gas?

How many years ago, this gray and yellow gas, killed them triumphantly, and the same clan was killed and injured countless times, and the root of everything is this gray and yellow gas, no, there is also a sword, a sword in the hands of the Zhenwu Emperor.

However, now the sword is not in hand.

Where did it go?

The Demon Lord's mind kept recurring, but the information about the sword was very vague, and it seemed that until he was sealed, he had never seen the True Martial Emperor's sword leave his hand.

Also, what is he looking up to?

The Demon Lord followed the gaze of the figure, and seemed to be able to empathize, but he didn't get anything.

"It seems that the realm is not enough......" can be called the Great Emperor, and his gaze, especially his Demon Lord, can be compared.

"But that little guy seems to have received a good inheritance." Although the Demon Lord can't come out of the Blue Ring, with the loosening of the seal, the Demon Lord can already feel a certain range of the outside world to a certain extent.

As for Yang Ning, the Demon Lord didn't say anything, and seemed to be a little reluctant to mention it.

Yang Ning is still climbing......

Bloody, only the subconscious was left in his consciousness, driving Yang Ning and not letting him give up.

First-order first-order ......

Finally came to the platform, and it was here that the little unicorn disappeared, but Yang Ning did not stop.

The steps were bloody, but Yang Ning was still struggling.

Not far from there, is the main entrance of the main hall, although it is closed, but Yang Ning did not stop and continued to climb.

Maybe it was Yang Ning's perseverance that touched the heavens, or maybe Yang Ning's will touched the heartstrings of some people......

As he continued to move forward, Yang Ning's consciousness seemed to gradually become clearer.

Is coercion waning?

No, Yang Ning clearly felt that his physical body seemed to have made a breakthrough.

Syllable!

Syllable!

……

The bones were crisp, Yang Ning finally came to the end, the raging flames continued to erupt from Yang Ning's body, and every pore was unprecedentedly enlarged, but the surroundings were still empty, without any traces of aura.

Yang Ning smiled bitterly, after all, he was still too anxious......

Yang Ning struggled to stand up, and the surface of his body, with Ling Tianjue's repair, had recovered at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

The sword intent circulated on the surface of the body again, as smooth as jade, slightly bloody.

Yang Ning tried to send out a punch, and the space was trembling.

Yang Ning was very satisfied, although in the process, Yang Ning couldn't remember how many times he broke through his limit, but every inch and every step was soaked in blood.

Rumble......

The sound was a little dull, and it seemed ancient.

The doors of the temple were finally opened.

Yang Ning didn't even think about it, and stepped in directly.

At the moment of entering the hall, in the Qing Ying Ring, the Demon Lord's spiritual sense was suddenly cut off.

"It's worthy of a true martial ......" The Demon Lord was a little helpless, even if he recovered his full strength, it was impossible to match him, and now that his strength was not one in a hundred, how could he care about the True Martial Emperor.

When Yang Ning entered the main hall, his first feeling was the breath of antiquity and desolation, and then he felt as if he was in a piece of heaven and earth, with the earth under his feet and the sky above his head.

It is as if in the whole heaven and earth, I am the only one, and I am the master......

"It's so broad......" Yang Ning felt sincerely.

Yang Ning continued to move forward and came to the center of the main hall, and it seemed that in the entire heaven and earth, he was talking with one hand......

Who is left behind? Yang Ning guessed: It is very likely that it is the Zhenwu Emperor recorded in that ancient book.

But is he an immortal?

Above the people, overlooking the mountains.

Yang Ning clearly felt this feeling.