Without thinking about it, or even identifying it carefully, Yang Ning recognized the origin of the stone sword at a glance.

"Tianque Sword."

Yang Ning walked over.

Hold the hilt of the sword.

Strange pain hits the whole body.

"Ah......" Yang Ning let out a miserable scream, and at the same time, the entire right arm exploded directly, revealing the white bones of Sen Ran, and a sword bone was also exposed.

"Brother Ning......" Huan Ling hurriedly stepped forward, but was stopped by Yang Ning.

"Ling'er, don't come here......" Yang Ning's forehead was already a bean-sized bead of sweat rolling down.

At the same time, in Yang Ning's sea of knowledge, the gray-yellow aura also jumped out of Yang Ning's sea of knowledge as Yang Ning held the hilt of the stone sword.

Following Yang Ning's meridians, he instantly came to his right arm.

"Brother Ning, arm, your arm ......" Huan Ling stared at the gray-yellow aura, moving forward, moving forward......

The gray and yellow qi poured directly into Yang Ning's sword bone, and then said the palm of his hand, and directly entered the Tianque sword.

Under the eyes of the two of them, a stone sword, as the gray and yellow qi entered it, starting from the hilt of the sword held by Yang Ning, the stone sword actually began to change color.

Quaint, and vicissitudes.

As if after endless years, a green peak was held in Yang Ning's hand.

Zheng!

Don't move and groan to yourself!

The sound of swords echoed on the top of the mountain, from near to far.

"Tianque!" Huan Ling stared at the word "Tianque" under the sword grid and read.

"Tianque!" The pain on Yang Ning's body finally dissipated, and he looked at his miserable, white-boned right arm, and hurriedly wrapped it in Ling Tianjue and Xi Di Manzhu.

However, when Yang Ning was running the Ling Tian Jue, he found that the Ling Tian Jue at this moment had actually changed from the Ling Tian Jue he had cultivated.

"This ......" Yang Ning couldn't believe it, because he used to run Ling Tianjue, because his meridians were thick, every time it was like a stormy wave, which was why Yang Ning was able to recover quickly, but now......

In the meridians, the spiritual power began to be like a silk thread, if the spiritual power operation was a monstrous river in the past, then now, it can only be described as a trickle.

"How so?" Yang Ning couldn't accept it, because in this case, could he still have the terrifying recovery power he had before?

"What's wrong? Brother Ming ...... "Huan Ling hurriedly pasted his jade palm on Yang Ning's back, Ling Tianjue operated, checking Yang Ning's physical condition, but at the moment when the Huan Ling jade palm was just pasted, he felt that there was a huge force in Yang Ning's body, which directly bounced Huan Ling's palm away.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ning's demon body was hot, as if it was burned by fire, and in the meridians in Yang Ning's body, spiritual power also surged, but it followed the burning of the soul fire.

Not only was Yang Ning's meridians burned, but also the spiritual power surging in Yang Ning's meridians, and then in Yang Ning's strange pain, the spiritual power was transformed into silk threads little by little.

"Brother Ning, what's wrong with you?" Huan Ling wanted to get close to Yang Ning again, but Yang Ning was ignorant.

"Ling'er, look ......" Yang Ning raised his arm, only to see that on the white bones, at a speed visible to the naked eye, layers of flesh and blood began to grow.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Yang Ning's right arm was reborn and returned to its original appearance, not only that, but it became more polished.

At the same time, the pain in Yang Ning's body was also reduced a lot.

Not only Huan Ling, but even Yang Ning was a little dumbfounded, this was brought by Ling Tianjue?

Yang Ning hurriedly looked inside his body and found that in his meridians, with the operation of Ling Tianjue, those silk threads were getting faster and faster, but they were still very few.

"Ling Tianjue, evolved?" Yang Ning couldn't explain it, but he clearly felt that the circulation of these silk threads was more terrifying than the previous flow of surging rivers.

And the burning of the fire of one's soul is to purify one's spiritual power, and then turn it into this kind of silk thread, so what are these silk threads?

But soon, Yang Ning smelled a trace of foul odor.

"Brother Ning, your ...... Your body ......" Huan Ling covered his nose and said, it seemed that such a stench, even if it came from Yang Ning, Huan Ling would not be able to accept it.

However, Yang Ning's expression became solemn.

This kind of scene reminded Yang Ning of a word.

Wash the menstrual marrow.

Yes, this is the only word that can describe this situation.

Yang Ning didn't have time to explain more, so he hurriedly wrapped himself and Huan Ling with spiritual power, and appeared on the trip to the Qing Ying Ring the next moment.

Although Yang Ning did not dare to place some good things in the Qing Ying Ring out of caution, but for such necessities of life, Yang Ning prepared a lot in the space where the Qing Ying Ring was located.

Soon, Yang Ning was already sitting in a wooden barrel and taking a bath.

And in this wooden barrel, Yang Ning placed a lot of elixirs, although Yang Ning also knew that these elixirs could not play much role, but since they were washing the scriptures and cutting the marrow, then these elixirs would only be beneficial and harmless.

"Ling'er, if the time is near, please wake me up." Yang Ning admonished, and then sat cross-legged in the barrel.

The soul fire burned in the body, and then slowly spread to the outside of the body, in Yang Ning's sea of knowledge and purple mansion, with the operation of Ling Tianjue, a huge amount of spiritual power burned in the meridians over and over again, and then with the help of the soul fire and Ling Tianjue, it was purified little by little, and transformed into silk threads little by little.

Although Yang Ning didn't know what these silk threads were, Yang Ning was sure that it would definitely not have anything to do with spiritual power, otherwise he wouldn't have let his right arm recover so quickly.

And Yang Ning's one is ten days past.

Although the ten days made Yang Ning painful and happy, the ten-day process also made Yang Ning feel like a world away.

Yang Ning and Huan Ling took out the Blue Ring and stood on the top of the Two Realms Mountain.

It will be at the top of the mountain, and you can see the bottom of the mountain.

Although he couldn't see the scenery below, this feeling of stepping on the top of the mountain and overlooking everything made Yang Ning more and more determined.

Raising his eyes and looking at the sky close at hand, Yang Ning and Huan Ling finally left the top of the Two Realms Mountain.

……

The Two Realms Mountain has always been the symbol of Zhongshenzhou, and it has also attracted many cultivators on the mainland to observe, after all, this is the destination of many mountaineering realm peak powerhouses, of course, this destination may also be a new beginning, or it may be the end of fate.

However, this did not prevent many cultivators from yearning for the Two Realms Mountain.

Therefore, at the foot of the Two Realms Mountain, there have always been many cultivators from all walks of life in the mainland, which has also created the popularity of the Two Realms Mountain to a certain extent.

Listening to the Tianjiao of the Yueya Holy Land, it is naturally no exception.

Yang Zhen and Yang Pi and his entourage also came to Zhongshenzhou, and they had just observed the grandeur of the Two Realms Mountain.

However, Yang Zhen and Yang Pi were not in a bad mood at all, because they had seen this huge and towering mountain range before, and had seen it more than once.

On this trip, Yang Zhen and Yang Pi followed the Holy Land of Tingyueya to Zhongshenzhou, and also heard about the legend of the Two Realms Mountain, so they went to observe.

"Brother Pizi, where did you say Yang Ning went, we have issued a notice in the Western Wilderness, and there has never been any news about Yang Ning in the entire Western Wilderness." Yang Zhen and Yang Pi are already disciples of Tingyueya, and because of the strength of Yang Zhen and Yang Pi, they were exceptionally appointed by Tingyueya to participate in the ranking battle for this trip.

However, compared to the entire team of Tingyueya, Yang Zhen and Yang Pi's cultivation can only be regarded as middle and upper-middle, but in terms of strength, few people know the real strength of the two.

"It is estimated that he has already left the Western Wilderness...... Yang Pi asked, about the bits and pieces that he once felt in Yang Ning, Yang Pi and Yang Zhen did not break it at that time, but it is obviously certain that in the past few years, there has been no news of Yang Ning in the entire Western Wilderness, so it is certain that Yang Ning has left the Western Wilderness.

"Brother Pizi, where are you saying Uncle Shengfeng, can't they be the powerhouses of this Zhongshenzhou?" Yang Zhen said, feeling that his thoughts were a bit fantastical, after all, although the Central Shenzhou and the Western Wilderness were connected, but in terms of the distance between the two, it was really too far.

"I don't know." Yang Pi said.

"Since we have come to Zhongshenzhou, we have to have a good look on this trip." Qin Ningyi had already taken the lead in falling from the sky, and below was a small town not far from the Two Realms Mountain.

"Well, that's what Ning Yi's wife said." Yang Zhen pulled Yu Bing and fell directly.

"......" Yang Pi was a little speechless, but he and Qiu Yan also fell from the sky.

And above the sky, the Moon Listening Saintess had an unfathomable appearance, and then flew in the direction of the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Soon, a group of five people sat down in a teahouse, and when they were tasting the difference between the tea of Shenzhou and the tea of the Western Wilderness, they ushered in that dish.

"Girl, my son-in-law invites you to drink the best spiritual tea." Just when the five of them were having fun, suddenly behind Qin Ningyi, a strong man appeared.

Qin Ningyi turned around and saw the person clearly, a middle-aged man who looked to be only fifty years old, but his breath was imperceptible.

Qin Ningyi subconsciously clenched the hand held by Yang Zhen, after all, he was able to appear behind him silently, which showed that his cultivation was extraordinary.

Yang Zhen was also not polite, and responded directly with Fang Tian's halberd.

Canglan overlord directly sacrificed and said, "Senior, have you gone too far?" Yang Zhen did not shy away from it, and directly pulled Qin Ningyi in his arms.

"Oh? Famous flowers? The middle-aged man was not shocked, and was obviously not surprised at all by Yang Zhen's Canglan hegemony, and then said: "Then invite this young lady over and push the cup with my son-in-law?" His gaze ignored Yu Bing's figure and looked directly at Qiu Yan.

However, as soon as his gaze fell on Qiu Yan, he was locked by a sword mystery.

"So, this young lady shouldn't have a crush?" The middle-aged man's mind made Yang Zhen and Yang Pi unpredictable.

The middle-aged man's gaze finally moved to Yu Bing.

"My son-in-law invites you to tea!" As he spoke, a breath on the middle-aged man's body directly locked on Yu Bing.

Yang Zhen and Yang Pi instantly understood that the other party's purpose was only Yu Bing from beginning to end, and there was only a god like Yu Bing, when Yang Zhen sacrificed the Canglan Hegemony Body, when Yang Pi exposed the swordsman, why did the other party directly ignore it, it turned out that his own family was fine, and he had been eaten by the other party.

"Presumptuous!" Fang Tian's halberd directly smashed the tea table in front of him, shattering the middle-aged man's breath locked on Yu Bing, and said, "Your son-in-law, where is it?" Yang Zhen was furious.

was originally in a very unhappy mood, and with the repeated provocations of this middle-aged man, Yang Zhen was completely angered.

"What? This young lady is also your confidante? A voice came from the third floor.

"Sneaky?"

"Come out!" At a moment's notice, a momentum of courage rushed towards the third floor in an instant.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the timber structure of the teahouse was shattered directly, and one of the walls dissipated.

I saw a person calmly, from behind the shattered wall, stepping down, dressed in brocade, looking quite handsome, looking in his twenties, but with a hint of billow.

"Are you going to invite my wife to tea?" Yang Zhen said, and the god had locked on the person.

"It's me!"