Dark ripples erupted abruptly, sweeping across the entire fourth layer. The dead air melts, and the resentful spirit is disillusioned.

In a moment, the fourth layer was clear, the dead air had long since disappeared, and there was no trace left, and the resentful spirits in the sky were gone, leaving only dense points of light, suspended in mid-air, countless.

With a wave of the palm of the Shengyuanzi Spirit Soul, a pair of giant hands appeared directly, grabbed the light points that were covered in the fourth layer, and then stuffed ninety percent of the light points into Yang Yuanhao's spiritual sea, and the remaining one percent was thrown upwards by him, drilling into Xi Mingzhi's eyebrows, who were about to continue to fall.

This is undoubtedly a great creation for both Yang Yuanhao and Xi Mingzhi. Not to mention Yang Yuanhao, for Xi Mingzhi alone, he was extremely surprised, he didn't know what was going on below, he only saw a dazzling flash of light, and then a large ball of light drilled into his eyebrows, repairing the injured Yuan Soul and his own injuries.

Yang Yuanhao was overjoyed at the ninety percent of the points of light stuffed into the spiritual sea.

These points of light are the essence of the resentful spirit's body. It must be known that although these are resentful spirits, they are an extremely strange life form in heaven and earth, they have not only survived the vast thunder tribulation, but also stayed in this fourth layer for an unknown number of years, and there are even many resentful spirits whose intelligence is no less than that of ordinary humans. One can imagine how precious their essence is.

And this, from the other side, also shows that the strength of the Holy Yuanzi is terrifying, it is just a spirit, and it is also a spirit that is about to dissipate, but it is just a move, and it will annihilate these countless resentful spirits and dissipate the rich dead qi.

Then how advanced his ontology and cultivation are!!

Ninety percent of the resentful spirit essence was covered with Yang Yuanhao's spiritual sea, and the spirit body sat in the center, the spiritual light was dazzling, and the treasure was solemn. The severed arm has grown again.

Airplanes!

The little finger print of the spirit fluctuated, and a golden swirl appeared in the center of its eyebrows, incorporating the essence into its body one by one.

Suddenly, a golden light drilled into the spiritual sea from Yang Yuanhao's waist, and when he looked closely, it was the golden eyeball.

At this time, the eyeballs rolled slightly, suspended above the spiritual sea, and the golden ripples spread, and the suction burst out, absorbing the essence of the resentful spirit.

As if dissatisfied with the absorption of the eyeballs, the spirit body agitated this small mouth, and the little hand "snapped" together, and in an instant, countless grains of essence wrapped layer by layer, and the spirit body in the "encirclement" was shining with golden light, and the originally smooth body was cracked everywhere at this time.

Yang Yuanhao was shocked, and was about to control the spirit body to stop absorbing it, but when he paid attention to the spirit body, he suddenly found that those so-called cracks turned out to be one after another.

At first, these lines were just a few simple lines, but after they arrived, the originally simple lines were all connected, outlining one after another cumbersome and obscure inscriptions. This is the primary sign of becoming a copying master, turning into a pattern.

Transformation into a pattern is the most important step in condensing the grain. The condensation of the grain is to carry the grain with the spirit body. And the ordinary spirit body is unable to withstand the pure power of the pattern crystal, only the spiritual power of that spirit condenses to the realm of the spirit, is recognized by the heaven and earth inscriptions, and draws the inscriptions on the surface of the spirit body and even in the body. Only in this way can you withstand the grain, fuse the grain, and then become a copyist.

Ordinary pattern copying masters transform into patterns, and they are all achieved with the help of pure spiritual power when condensing the pattern crystals. At this time, Yang Yuanhao unintentionally succeeded. Of course, there were few people who had the opportunity to do this, and there were countless machine spirit essences to supply cultivation.

Suddenly, a thought arose in Yang Yuanhao's heart, condensing the pattern crystal in one fell swoop and becoming a real pattern copying master. But, in an instant, this thought was suppressed by it. Not to mention whether it can succeed or not, it is also an adventure to condense the crystals in this dangerous ancient well.

At this time, Yang Yuanhao's facsimile strength has surpassed the strength of an apprentice, but he is a line away from the facsimile master, so he can only be called a quasi-facsimile master!

When the appearance of the spirit body was full of inscriptions, it stopped absorbing and sat quietly in the spirit sea.

Yang Yuanhao carefully looked at his spirit body, and found that the spirit body seemed to be much smaller, if the previous spirit body was the size of an adult man, then the spirit body at this time was more than ten years old. This is the compression of the aura, which causes the body to become smaller. However, at this time, the spirit body is much more powerful.

The body of the spirit body was densely covered with golden inscriptions, and it was impossible to see what the inscriptions were, but it could be a combination of thousands of countless inscriptions of heaven and earth.

Above the spiritual sea, a suction force was still continuing, and I saw that Dao patterns also appeared on the golden eyeball, but it was more complicated and profound than that of the spirit body. Verse after verse overflowed from the pupil and coiled around the eyeball.

Bang!

Wu, the suction of the eyeball suddenly stopped, and the eyeball was full of golden light, and there were spiritual rays around the eyeball, as many as one hundred and ten.

The golden eyeball swirled in the spiritual sea, and then rushed out of the spiritual sea at an extremely fast speed, stopping at the center of Yang Yuanhao's eyebrows, and the hundred and ten spiritual power rays extended along Yang Yuanhao's mind, and then merged with Yang Yuanhao's nerves.

Bite.

With a clear sound, Yang Yuanhao's eyebrows trembled slightly, slowly cracked, and a golden eyeball suddenly opened.

Airplanes!

Yang Yuanhao's mind was churning, a ** golden light washed his soul, and the scripture inscriptions that he couldn't read at all were pouring into his divine sense.

"This ......" Yang Yuanhao couldn't believe it, the golden eyeball not only fused with himself to become a third eye, but also the huge amount of information in this eye was jaw-dropping.

The third eye in the center of the eyebrows blinked, and the thing in front of him instantly became clear. On the dilapidated wall next to this staircase, there were not only fluctuations in spiritual energy, but also pools of blood, all of which seeped into the walls, and in these bloodstains, Yang Yuanhao obviously felt weird, because streams of resentment continued to emanate from the bloodstains. These bloodstains extend all the way down the stairs, the fourth floor.

"That's why there's so much lifelessness here, right!?" Yang Yuanhao's face moved slightly, and he said suspiciously.

"Who can have so much blood? Who left these blood stains? Who did he have such a grudge against that he created a dead air?! ”

He had a myriad of questions in his head, but no one could answer him. Perhaps, we can only go back a long time ago, when this scene happened, to know the whole thing!

Yang Yuanhao probed his consciousness into the spiritual sea and found that only fifty percent of the essence of the countless resentful spirits was left, so he placed the remaining fifty percent essence in a corner of the spiritual sea for use when necessary.

When he opened his eyes again, there was only a cloud of Xuan Light left in front of him, and the spirit figure of Sheng Yuanzi was gone, thinking that his spiritual power had been exhausted and dissipated.

He reached out and touched the ball of light, and the light moved, burrowing down his arm and into his body. Xuanguang enters the body and goes straight to the heart.

The Xuanguang turned into a large net, enveloping the demonic qi in the heart, and then presented a square seal, which was directly suppressed.

"No, ......" the demon yelled, but did nothing.

The square seal and the big net will be suppressed by the demons, and then transformed into a cumbersome inverted seal, and a word condensed in the center of the inverted print, sealed!

Sealing!

Yang Yuanhao was shocked, what level of sealing technique this was, it had such a strong suppression of this supreme demon, even the Yang clan's Heavenly Annihilation Sutra couldn't do it.

"Little Guy ......"

Just when he was stunned, a ray of light appeared in his mind, and an old voice came out of it, it was Sheng Yuanzi.

Little guy, I left this seal, for this thing in your body, the suppression time will not be too long, after all, it is only a trace of my remaining strength. Sheng Yuanzi's words echoed in Yang Yuanhao's mind.

"In the center of the forbidden land, in the southwest, there is an abandoned palace, and there is a cultivation method for this technique in the remnant hall. This scroll of sealing technique was specially created by an ancient power for monsters, and it has a great suppressive effect on demons. However, although there is a cultivation method, it is mystical and difficult to understand, and as for whether you can succeed in cultivation and how much you can comprehend, it depends on your creation. ”

"Also, remember, don't use the power of the monster in your body, otherwise, it's not just your life......"

As he spoke, his tone became more and more solemn, and then lighter and lighter, until he disappeared.

"Sealing! Antiquity......"

Yang Yuanhao muttered softly, as soon as his voice ended, a white light flashed in his mind, like a picture scroll unfolding, a winding line in the "picture scroll", it was a map, a map leading to the so-called ruined palace.

Suddenly, Yang Yuanhao's nose was sour, and there was a warm current flowing in his heart. Although he didn't know why the old man in simple clothes cared so much about him, but since the Yang family was wiped out, he had never felt this kind of family-like concern for three years.

It is conceivable that a teenager who is no more than two or three out of ten, like the flowers in a greenhouse suddenly facing a torrential rain, the loneliness and helplessness, the feeling of losing all shelter. It is even more unimaginable how a child of this age has gone through the "rainstorm" to get to where he is today.

After cleaning up his mood, his palm gently touched the third eye on his forehead, his mind moved slightly, the golden eyes in the center of his eyebrows blinked, slowly closed, and his eyebrows returned to normal. When his mind moved again, his eyebrows cracked, and his third eye opened again.

Yang Yuanhao found that whenever this third eye opened, everything in front of him was always different from the usual observation, seeing more clearly and seeing more broadly.

He exhaled lightly and stepped down.

2,000 zhang ......

A space of about 200 square meters was revealed in front of Yang Yuanhao, this was the fourth floor, but the huge space was empty. In the center of the fourth level, a light is projected from it, which is the passage of the fifth level.

"It's, Scales!" Suddenly, when Yang Yuanhao was about to step towards the passage, an exclamation sounded in the silent space.

When I turned around, I saw Xi Mingzhi dressed in tatters, holding an old long sword in his hand, the long sword had a strange appearance, the sword body protruded like bone spurs, and the tip of the sword seemed to be separated like a fish's tail. However, the fierce aura exuded by this fish bone is extremely strong.

"Bone scales?!" Yang Yuanhao opened his mouth in confusion.

"This is the fifty-first divine soldier on the list of 100 soldiers!" Xi Mingzhi's face was excited, the palm of the hand holding the long sword trembled a little, and even his voice trembled.

Because he couldn't believe the miraculous scene in front of him......

After absorbing the point of light that flew out of thin air, Xi Mingzhi's soul not only recovered, but even the injuries in his body gradually healed, and his breath gradually returned to its peak, and even the bottleneck of the sixth stage of his Venerable Body Realm was loosened, just waiting for an opportunity to break through in one fell swoop.

Originally, he was already happy because of this, but when he stepped into the fourth layer and looked at a strange long sword that he had unintentionally stepped on under his feet, his mind suddenly felt dizzy......

Divine soldier, these two words alone have caused countless people to go crazy, fighting for it. The Divine Soldier is not only a great help for cultivators, but there is also a greater reason, that is, among all the Divine Soldiers, there is a great ability to comprehend cultivation and the power of heaven and earth, which is undoubtedly of great benefit to those cultivators who have been trapped in the bottleneck for an unknown number of years. This is the biggest reason why all cultivators have to compete for divine weapons.

However, today he Xi Mingzhi actually inadvertently picked up a magic weapon, if he wears it out, not to mention how many people have heard of the wind, just talking about this kind of opportunity, it is envious of others. Although this weapon has lost most of its spirituality due to the erosion of time.

Yang Yuanhao, who was watching on the other side, had an extremely strange expression, and even said that he was not angry. It was clear that he had reached the fourth layer first, so why hadn't he picked it up? Is this the chance?

People are more angry than people. This is the idea that popped up in Yang Yuanhao's mind at this time.

Shaking his head, Yang Yuanhao continued to walk towards the passage, and when Xi Mingzhi saw it, he put away the "bone scales" in a panic and followed.

Two thousand five hundred zhang......

Three thousand five hundred zhang......

4,000 zhang......

As he went deeper step by step, Yang Yuanhao couldn't help but feel suffocated. Although he and Xi Mingzhi can be said to be a generation of masters at this time, they are still unbearable to dive more than 4,000 zhang underground.

Yang Yuanhao's dantian surged, his vitality wrapped around him, and his oppressive aura was obviously much better. Beside him, Xi Mingzhi is the same. Originally, the box could have been able to help somewhat, but under the attack of Death Qi and Resentful Spirits, it was slightly damaged and was no longer suitable for use.

5,000 zhang ......

The fifth layer, the big one is outrageous, you can't see through it at a glance, and even the third eye can't show it, not that you can't see it, but you can't see it clearly, and you always feel a little foggy and obscure your vision.

"Poof."

Wu, Xi Mingzhi spit out a mouthful of blood, wisps of black mist rose from his body, his face was hideous, his long hair was flying, his eyes were overflowing with a little blood, his teeth were clenched, and even the roots of his teeth were bleeding. It's scary.

Yang Yuanhao was taken aback when he saw this, and suddenly thought of himself, whenever the monster in his body backlashed, that feeling of pain. Suddenly, Yang Yuanhao was surprised, is it?! There are also monsters in Xi Meiji's body?!

Suddenly, Xi Mingzhi raised his head and looked at Yang Yuanhao in front of him, that kind of gaze was full of ruthless indifference, full of brutal killing, which made people feel chills when they looked at it.

"Ah......h

Yang Yuanhao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but be suspicious.

The Ming Hall is a sect that is in charge of the world's rewards and punishments, and it can also be regarded as a righteous path, but why is there a monster attached to the main body of the Ming Hall of the Ming Hall? Could it be that with the strength of the Ming Immortal Hall, he would not be able to detect the demonic qi in Xi Mingzhi's body? Or does it mean that Hades didn't resist these at all, and let the demon in his body grow? Also, why was Xi Mingzhi eaten by demons as soon as he stepped into the fifth layer of space? What was there on this fifth floor that stimulated him?

Yang Yuanhao became more and more puzzled, looked around, and found that there was nothing, but why was Xi Mingzhi suddenly counterattacked?

His third eye kept sweeping into the distance, and his face was incredulous.

He had been thinking about what kind of object, or what kind of creature or something, had stimulated the demonic nature in Xi Mingzhi's body, but he ignored the strangeness of the fifth layer......

Not to mention the third eye between his eyebrows, the scope of his own divine consciousness alone has reached nearly 100 zhang, plus the third eye, it can even exceed 100 zhang, but it can't see through this fifth layer, because there is always some "fog" that obscures his vision, and this "fog" may be the root cause of Xi Mingzhi's backlash.

Yang Yuanhao took a light breath and crossed a wisp of "mist" into his heart, on top of the monster that was temporarily sealed.

Rumble!

At this moment, the monster in the seal began to throb, impacting the seal. Although this seal only had less than one-tenth of the strength of the Spirit of the Holy Yuanzi, it was still not comparable to the newly awakened supreme demon, and after struggling for a moment, he regained his calm.

"Sure enough, this mist is demonic energy?!" Yang Yuanhao's eyes were awe-inspiring, and he drove his vitality to force a wisp of demonic qi out of his body.

"What the hell happened to this well?! Not only are there wreckage everywhere, there are thousands of Yin Yang Sword Bone Wolves, countless resentful spirits, and a rich dead qi, but this fifth layer is even shrouded in demonic energy, and I don't know what else is below! Yang Yuanhao was very curious about this, and he couldn't wait to trace it back to the era when this well appeared.

He looked towards the passage, wondering what would happen to Xi Meiji......