However, the three-section phantom beast was still advancing, and its legs fell from the sky.

"Good guy, this is not dead...... Yang Zhen gasped, the golden divine light burst out, Fang Tian's halberd danced, and two halberd blades were drawn in the air, and he greeted it.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble......

As the feet fell, the purple-red light around them seemed to merge and spin.

Yang Ning's sword pointed directly at the middle part of the phantom beast and met his arms.

The sword was like ink, aimed at the huge head, and slashed mercilessly.

However, every attack is like hitting cotton, and even the phantom beast is like an illusory beast, and the attack penetrates directly, but the effect can only make it illusory for a few points, and it cannot cause real lethality.

"What the hell is this monster?" Yang Zhen was very depressed, although he was not injured, but the real and coerced momentum made him very unhappy.

Yang Pi's face was no different from the ink knife, he had launched dozens of attacks on the head, but it seemed to be cut in the void, without the slightest effect, the eyes of the phantom beast were still sharp, and through the ink knife, his tiger's mouth flowed a trace of blood.

"This is the guardian phantom beast of Yin ginseng...... Yang Ning said, slowly remembering something, and immediately roared: "Block the surroundings and scorch the space with flames, this phantom beast is afraid of soul fire." Yang Ning's body was already surrounded by flames, and at the same time, the sword light continued to slash, forcing half of the phantom beast's body to form a relatively independent space.

"Soul fire?" The tip of Yang Zhen's halberd jumped golden, and the soul fire that belonged to the divine body bloomed, and a halberd with a long thorn pierced one leg in an instant.

Rushing......

It's like cotton, it's on fire.

"It works!" Yang Zhen was excited, and formed a palm print with one palm, and the golden flame filled the air, aiming at the remaining leg, which was directly a palm.

Zizi ......

The air seemed to be burning, and Zhou Han, who was standing aside, was slightly stunned in his heart, is this the soul fire of the real demon? The surroundings were almost directly evaporated, and even the purple-red air flow was fading.

The legs were immediately wiped out by Yang Zhen, but at the moment when the legs disappeared, a dark purple light drifted away, and Yang Zhen naturally didn't know how to let it go.

"Don't be impulsive, this is the essence of Yin ginseng, don't hurt him." Yang Ning hurriedly stopped, the phantom beast seemed to be the guardian beast of the Yin ginseng, more precisely, it was the Yin ginseng that was protecting itself, sacrificing the essence and transforming the phantom beast, and now it was beaten back to its original form, and it naturally wanted to return to its original body.

"Ah, okay." Yang Zhen stopped.

Yang Ning's sword burst out, and the blood-colored sword burned directly, and everywhere it passed, the purple-red light that filled the space was annihilated.

With both arms, the main body instantly subsided, and a ray of light floated away, merging into the main body of Yin ginseng.

Yang Pi seemed to be struggling a little.

Yang Pi is not like Yang Ning and Yang Zhen, who has a powerful soul fire, but above the ink knife, a terrifying power slowly emerges.

"Brother Pizi, what are you ......" Yang Zhen was very curious when he saw this.

Yang Ning explained: "Come to think of it, this is the inheritance of Brother Pizi, the knife bone is natural, this is the real limit of the knife." Yang Ning sincerely admires Yang Pi in his heart, it is true that he is a swordsman, but more importantly, it is built on the realm, and Yang Pi is the purest swordsman.

There is only a knife in the heart. It shouldn't be said that except for the few people Yang Pi cares about, there is nothing in his heart except for a knife.

Extremely close to the knife, extremely affectionate to the knife.

Is Yang Pi talented? may have something to do with talent, but the dominance is definitely Yang Pi's experience.

"This kind of flame should be called a knife flame." Yang Ning thought for a long time and named the ink flame on Yang Pi's blade.

It is not an exaggeration to call it a sword flame.

Soon, the head of the phantom beast, under the sword flames, had no room for resistance, and was swallowed in an instant.

Yin ginseng exudes a dark purple brilliance, bursts of fragrance permeated, and with the integration of the three rays of light, it is even more enchanting.

Yang Ning didn't say a word, held the killing sword in his hand, and dug directly.

Soon, the Yin ginseng was dug out of the ground by Yang Ning and transplanted directly to the side of the Qingying Ring.

"Yin ginseng?" In the Qing Ying Ring, the Demon Lord was slightly surprised, although the Yin Ginseng was in the category of elixir, but if it was used properly, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a holy medicine.

"Senpai." Yang Ning greeted the Demon Lord.

"Plant him to the edge of the abyss, maybe it will work wonders in the future." The Demon Lord seems to value this Yin ginseng very much.

"Okay." Yang Ning did not hesitate, the vision of such a character could not be compared even to himself.

As the yin ginseng was planted, the ginseng fragrance slowly wafted around, and under Yang Ning's gaze, the yin ginseng seemed to have found the best place to live, and it began to take the initiative to absorb the demonic qi.

What's going on? Could it be that Yin ginseng still has effects that he doesn't know, or that he is more peculiar?

"Don't worry, Yin ginseng is closer to the negative power, and the demonic qi is closer to the negative, so it will be absorbed." The Demon Lord seemed to be able to sense Yang Ning's thoughts and explained.

However, Yang Ning thought of another thing.

The Demon Lord can already sense what is going on above the Abyss, that is to say, the seal has weakened a lot, which is not good news.

"Thank you, senior." Although Yang Ning has become the owner of the Blue Ring, there is no grudge between him and the Demon Lord, and Yang Ning is also very helpless.

"The Spear King?" Yang Ning thought of Jiang Wei, but it was a pity that the genius had fallen. Otherwise, Jiang Wei's temperament is definitely suitable for the Sky Piercing Gun.

I promised Dai Bi to find a successor for him, but it's a pity that such a talented person is hard to find.

Yang Ning took out the Qingying Ring, and the group continued to go deeper.

Walking through the chaotic stone forest, you can finally see the figure, all the way down, except for the white bones, it is a dull atmosphere, coupled with the environment of the burial ground, which is very depressing.

"River?" Yang Zhen was puzzled.

I saw that at the moment of leaving the chaotic stone forest, I saw a river rushing, but it was contrary to common sense, because this rushing river was extremely clear, and you could even see the situation at the bottom of the river.

"It's ......"

"Look, the third true legend of Qingyue Gate has almost passed the ......"

Vaguely visible, a figure, surrounded by the blue moon, but the figure is crooked, flying in the forefront, and it seems that it is about to pass through this turbulent Qing River.

And above the river, there are countless geniuses, who are fighting to cross.

"Ah......" There was a scream, and the sound echoed, but the whole figure had already fallen, and it seemed to be uncontrollable, falling directly into the Qinghe.

Laugh at......

A terrifying voice came, and I saw that the figure, at a speed visible to the naked eye, instantly turned into white bones, and disappeared with the rushing river.

"Youquan River!" Yang Ning gasped.

"What is the Youquan River?" Yang Zhen was puzzled.

"The strong sit and pass away, and the meridians of the whole body converge in one place, forming a Youquan River, in which the soul power of the strong flows, which can erode all things."

The biggest feature of the Youquan River is that the years cannot invade, and it itself is a cycle, the flowing soul power, and the turbulence in the air, which goes and returns, forming a natural Jedi.

And in between, it is the gateway to the test, and only through the Youquan River can we truly have the qualifications to inherit the mantle of the strong, and of course it is only the qualifications.

You know, there are tens of thousands of geniuses fighting here.

"Erosion of everything?" Yang Zhen was even more puzzled.

"Yes, as long as it does not exceed the realm before death, once the mind is affected, it will be eroded, and the person just now is a living example." Yang Ning continued: "Such a strong person should see through everything, how can he leave such a dangerous place, is it a test?" ”

"Quite possibly." Yang Pi nodded, agreeing with Yang Ning's statement

"Test?" Yang Zhen is beautiful and carefree.

Yang Ning directly ignored Yang Zhen's doubts, this guy is a big heart, despite the dangers around him, he still looks like he is immersed in a happy life, it is better not to explain.

Yang Ning scanned the surroundings and found nothing, the Youquan River had cut off the road ahead, and there was only a turbulent Qinghe River, and said, "It seems that if you want to enter the depths, you must pass through this river." ”

On the shore, there are few people left, still watching.

"Let's go, let's go up too." Yang Ning flew up and came to the top of the Youquan River.

In an instant, an inexplicable force enveloped Yang Ning, and the source was the Youquan River under his feet.

Yang Ning immediately sacrificed the body protection Zhengang, the Youquan River, and went straight to the Youquan, and if he was not careful, he would never recover.

Yang Ning flew carefully, and did not dare to speed up at all.

Yang Pi and others also flew up.

Yang Zhen didn't care, the divine light wrapped the two, the golden light appeared, the divine body was unparalleled, compared to others, Yang Zhen seemed very relaxed, this is the advantage of the divine body, it is unique, even if it is a beauty, it cannot affect it.

The invisible, untouchable airflow is everywhere, constantly eroding the true gang of the body, like ten thousand arrows in unison.

Yang Ning's mind is tightly guarded by the soul, here, once the soul is eroded, then just like the person just now, he will fall into the Qinghe River and instantly become a white bone.

Everyone is fighting, in a place like the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, the peak of the mountain building realm is the king's territory, a half-step mountaineering realm powerhouse will undoubtedly attract a lot of competition, even if it is broken, it is not at the expense.

The Youquan River, nearly twenty zhang, chaotic turbulence, is even more with the turbulent river, constantly washing every cultivator.

"Ah......" is another genius who fell, turned into white bones, and disappeared with Qinghe.

Yang Ning didn't dare to be distracted at all, even if his soul was strong, but after all, his strength had not kept up, not to mention the half-step mountaineering realm, which was a strong person who had already comprehended his spiritual power.

Yang Ning's figure kept shaking, and he was already in mid-air, but it gave people the feeling that he was in the Qing River, and the turbulence was constantly washing, and Yang Ning's body protection was already much darker.

Ling Tianjue had already started to operate, Yang Ning knew the consequences, once the body protection was really broken, then he would also be overwhelmed by the turbulence in an instant.

"If you go on like this, the distance of twenty zhang, don't say that you will pass, even if it is half, you will let yourself disappear." In Yang Ning's soul, the unyielding will gradually became clear.

The speed under his feet was maintained, but the sword light lit up all around him.

Three feet of space.

Everything must be cut off.

Even if it's turbulence.

A piece of blood appeared on Yang Ning's surface, as if it was stained with blood, and the turbulence was instantly extinguished, and it was impossible to approach.

However, Yang Ning still didn't dare to be careless, because such a strong person, the meridians converged in one place, coupled with the flow of soul power, it was simply a storm-like existence, and he was stable for a while, which didn't mean anything.

"Ah......h

"Ah......h

From time to time, there will be screams, and there is still nothing in the Qinghe River, and all the white bones will be washed away by the Youquan River, leaving no traces.

In this situation, the genius who has not yet set foot on the Youquan River has already retreated, this is a real life, and it will never return.

However, leaving now will mean giving up the opportunity to compete, that is the inheritance of the half-step mountaineering realm, and it is very likely that it will be a hundred feet ahead in the future, and further, at that time, it will be a real powerhouse, a real mountaineering realm, and the pinnacle of the continent.

In the end, these people still set foot on the Youquan River.

"Only those whose minds do not waver, only those who do not change their original intentions, and only those who do not change their ambitions......"

It seems that a kind of war song reverberates in everyone's heart, and it is only possible if you don't look back.

On the road of cultivation, there will never be a smooth road, just think about the Youquan River in front of you, everyone is fighting to cross.