And at this moment, the Shenlong Hanging Island suddenly shook, like the heaven and earth shattered, like the starry sky rising and falling, there was no sound of shattering, but from the Shenlong Hanging Island, suddenly spewed out a peaceful light, this light went straight to the sky, towards the starry sky.

Yang Chen suddenly felt a strong force coming from under his feet, like a spring tide surging, like a sea tide, endless. With the influx of this power, Yang Chen had an incomparably powerful feeling, as if he was the master of this heaven and earth, the master of this starry sky. His body exudes a vicissitudes of life, as if he has come from ancient times, and his body exudes a tranquility, like the beginning of Hongmeng and the beginning of chaos. His eyes became brighter, piercing through the world, and at this moment he saw a fine light long sword, saw the spiritual light flashing on the long sword, and saw the handsome man in a white robe, the White Dragon True Monarch, his figure, every rotation of his life in the air was clearly visible, as if the surge of vitality in that body could be felt. The speed of the White Dragon True Monarch seemed to be much slower at this time, and the slow could clearly see the trajectory of the tip of the sword cutting through the air, and the trembling appearance of the Jingguang Long Sword could be clearly seen. It's approaching, it's approaching, slowly stabbing towards Yang Chen's chest.

"Boom" The Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda suddenly emitted a silver glow, Ruixia reflected, and the clouds and mist shrouded Yang Chen in it. The silver nebula heart chain on Yang Chen's left hand also emitted a silver brilliance, emitting Dao ripples. A divine dragon phantom appeared in Yang Chen's spiritual sea, flying in the starry sky, turning into a long sword leaning on the sky, stabbing out suddenly with a fierce sword momentum, the heavens and the earth were shrouded in it, and everything in the world had nowhere to escape. This sword seems to contain countless sword styles, stabbing and slashing are hidden in it, but Yang Chen can only see this trend clearly, simple and contains the atmosphere of vicissitudes, he suddenly feels a little familiar, as if he has seen it.

He saw the long sword stabbed by the White Dragon True Monarch, less than half a foot away from his chest, Yang Chen's hand, and the Streamer Divine Sword suddenly stabbed out, and it was the sword momentum in the sea of spirits. Bailong Zhenjun felt a powerful danger, this was Yang Chen from the front, like a sharp sword breaking through the ground, with the vicissitudes of the earth, with the power of heaven and earth, but it was too late, and it was difficult to avoid it now. He pushed his vitality to the extreme, piercing through the space and coming out of the illusion.

"Ding" made a crisp sound, like a broken piece of jade, like a soft sound of gold and iron. The Lang tide swept across the hanging island, like a long sword cutting across the sky, leaving a deep sword mark on the hanging island, as if someone had slashed it with a sword. Those who did not enter the Creation Realm of the Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda, the cave objective mirror cultivators all felt a palpitation, fortunately, this sword qi was not directed towards them, otherwise it would be difficult to dodge, and they would be split in half.

"Hmm!" White Dragon Zhenjun flew out upside down, snorting, he had already suffered internal injuries in his heart and blood, hanging in the air looking at the sacred-like figure shrouded in the Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda, the inexplicable palpitations had not dissipated for a long time, it seemed that even hatred could not be born at this time, and coughed: "Who are you?"

Yang Chen was silent, his eyes flashing with anger, as if he was about to strike again. The White Dragon True Monarch faintly gave birth to a trace of fear, and he no longer had the strength to fight in front of this young cultivator.

"Big brother, are you here too?" The voice was ethereal, and the deep space was silent. In the sound of hunting, two figures appeared behind the White Dragon True Monarch, as if they were the Yellow Dragon True Monarch and the Green Dragon True Monarch. "Ahem, why are you only here now?" Bailong Zhenjun spat out a mouthful of blood again, his eyes were grim, as if he wanted to destroy the world. Huanglong Zhenjun and Qinglong Zhenjun seemed to be panicked, and Qinglong Zhenjun hurriedly said: "The Black Dragon Demon Moon is scheming, we almost fell in touch with his Dao, so it's too late." White Dragon Zhenjun snorted coldly, stopped speaking, stared at Yang Chen and then turned around and flew away. Qinglong Zhenjun and Huanglong Zhenjun both looked at Yang Chen and the others strangely, as if Bailong Zhenjun was injured by Yang Chen, at this time, their eyes were complicated, and they were difficult to distinguish between joy and sorrow, and followed Bailong Zhenjun.

"Poof" Yang Chen suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body shook, and he knelt on the ground with the sword in his right hand, his face turned pale instantly, and the power accumulated in his body was instantly poured out in this sword. In his spiritual sea, he still retains the amazing picture of the long sword leaning on the sky, and the sword flying away, and he is still comprehending the Dao rhyme in it, just like the deep sea is vast and profound, and it is difficult to understand for a while. "Holy Lord?" everyone panicked, the sharp sword just now was still in their eyes, but they didn't think that they were already injured. Fang Zhihao, Jiang Bing hurriedly helped Yang Chen up, and found that he was extremely weak. Shi Shang walked over and put his finger on Yang Chen's vein, and after a moment, he was worried, shook his head and sighed, "Hey! Then he took out a pill and fed it to Yang Chen's mouth, and asked Fang Zhihao and Jiang Bing to help Yang Chen go to the lonely peak to cultivate and heal.

"You and the others are stationed at the eighteen peaks of the annular hanging island, and once there is news, they will reply immediately. Shi Shang's arrangement has been completed, and he flew towards the mushroom lonely peak, Yang Chen and Cen Ying were both there, although their injuries were improving, they still needed someone to guard. Thirteen Creation Realm cultivators and five Cave Objective Mirror cultivators flew towards the eighteen peaks of the circular hanging island to garrison. Fang Zhihao, Jiang Bing, and Bing'er were also divided into three teams, leading the remaining cave objective lens cultivators to patrol around the annular hanging island. When the sect was first established, it was because of negligence in precautions that Bailong Zhenjun and others were allowed to take advantage of the situation, otherwise they could be prepared. Yang Chen and Cen Ying were seriously injured and needed to cultivate quietly, and it was difficult to withstand the attack of a strong person like White Dragon Zhenjun.

The young cultivators were sucked into the Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda, and they were still panicked at first, but then they settled down, and found that this was just an empty hall, and the yellow mist was filled inside, and they couldn't see any scenes, and the disciples who had passed the trial of the Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda knew that there was a spirit general desolate demon in it, and the fact that it did not appear at this time must be because of the invasion from the outside, in fact, Yang Chen was injured and obviously there was no longer a so-called trial.

After a while, some people found that these yellow mist were very pure, and they were very beneficial to their own cultivation, so they simply sat around the main hall and cultivated. Some of the young disciples also learned from their cultivation, but they found that they were not as magical as they said, and they could not absorb these yellow mist at all. Later, they found that a pillar of yellow mist condensed in the center of this hall led straight up, and some people tried to enter it, and a strange thing suddenly happened, the figure disappeared, and they came to another hall, where the peace and clarity make people's minds clear, and cultivators who cultivate the golden vitality will find that the golden vitality here is very rich, and it is many times better than the outside.

As soon as the news spread, many young cultivators poured into the second floor of the main hall, and later they successively found the passage to the upper floor of the main hall, and after reaching the fifth floor, there was no passage, and it seemed to have reached the top. Slowly, they discovered that these five halls originally had the attributes of the five elements of earth, metal, water, wood, and fire, and that entering the corresponding halls to cultivate according to the attributes of the Yuan Qi could boost their cultivation, and after a few days, all the young cultivators were scattered in the five halls, even those who cultivated the attributes of the Yuan Qi were not among the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and they were also contemplating the Dao Yun in it.

Yang Chen was immersed in enlightenment, like a Dao platform sitting still, he didn't care about the injuries suffered by his body, and in the next few days, he spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood, and his complexion quietly became much better, his body exuded a fierce aura, like dancing a long sword and swaying out of the Dao Dao's incomparable sword qi, even Shi Shang who was guarding him felt a kind of fierce coercion, as if the qi was oppressed and difficult to improve. Cen Ying's back is still oozing blood, and Shi Sheng will apply pills to her every day, but Cen Ying's condition is still not improving, not only is her back bleeding, but she also coughs up blood. Shi Shang suddenly realized that Yang Chen's such a fierce coercion was even a little oppressive to himself, not to mention the injured Cen Ying, Cen Ying's qi must also be oppressed, not only could not recover, but the injury was getting worse, and hurriedly moved Cen Ying farther away. Sure enough, as he expected, Cen Ying's injuries gradually improved, and he no longer coughed up blood, and the blood on his back was not as much as before.

The phantom in the spiritual sea, like a sword in the sky, gradually faded away, and Yang Chen also woke up leisurely, and a sharp aura appeared on his body, like a sharp sword out of the sheath projecting a compelling cold light. "Holy Lord, are your injuries healed?" Although Shi Shang saw that Yang Chen's momentum was like a rainbow, he still asked worriedly, Yang Chen's injuries before were quite serious. "I'm almost fine, don't worry about me. What is happening to Cen Xingwei now, her injuries are not light. ”

"It's getting better, but it's going to take some time. Shi Shang's face was not good-looking, and Yang Chen could feel Cen Ying's situation. "I'll go take a look. Yang Chen walked towards Cen Ying. Cen Ying closed her eyes, her face was pale, and she was still wrapped in Shi Xiang's long robe, and there were black and purple blood stains on it. "Is there an elixir that replenishes qi and generates blood?" Yang Chen looked at Shi Shang. "Now there is only the elixir Qi Nourishing Pill left, which has been fed to her before. Shi Shang sighed, the only top-grade pill had been taken by Yang Chen, if there was another top-grade pill, Cen Ying's injury would definitely be able to heal faster.

"Well, it's a bit tricky. Yang Chen took a hand to investigate Cen Ying's vein, his expression was heavy, Cen Ying's injuries could only be effective if he had a high-grade pill, and said, "How many pills are there to nourish the Divine Spirit?" "Less than ten." "Take them all!" Shi Shang could see from Yang Chen's expression that Cen Ying's injury was still beyond his expectations, and immediately took out the Qi Nourishing Pill on his body and handed it to Yang Chen.