The definition of the gray domain level is not arbitrary.

In addition to the influence of the concentration of gray qi and the upper limit of the strength of the core demon, the most important thing is the level of the monk who can enter the gray domain.

[Thin Gray Domain], the strongest monk that can be accommodated, is Bigu.

Even if the foundation building monk wants to enter it, he can only self-proclaim to cultivate to the consummation of the valley.

Figuratively speaking, [Thin Gray Domain] is like a small hole, and it is naturally impossible for an adult to enter it.

Of course, if a monk who is two levels higher wants to forcibly enter, it is not impossible, adults can't help the entrance of the cave, but the giant can forcibly destroy it, but the consequence is that the gray domain collapses, and everyone inside is crushed into pieces.

Pointless.

Therefore, if a High Realm monk wants to enter the Gray Realm to save people, the only way is to self-proclaim his cultivation.

Even in the same realm, their combat effectiveness is much stronger, and the possibility of saving people is extremely high.

The only exception to this is the Semi-Grey Domain. Because it has not yet been formed, even high-level monks can enter at will.

Self-styled cultivation is never a simple thing.

It's like a normal-sized object that you force to squeeze to a tenth of its size, even for a short period of time, but it can cause structural damage.

And for monks, especially those who are eager to seek a breakthrough, self-proclaimed cultivation for this kind of thing will have a serious impact, figuratively speaking, it will lead to a greatly reduced probability of the Yin God breaking through the Yang God.

Originally, if the Yin God wanted to break through the Yang God Realm, the probability was pitifully low, and Ziyang Zhenren was not young now, so if he did so, it would be equivalent to cutting off his own path!

Therefore, as soon as Ziyang Zhenren's words came out, even if the Yin Gods present had anger in their eyes, their faces changed.

"This demon is not that simple...... Ziyang Zhenren said astringently: "It should be the core demon of the yang attribute, but now it is the old man who has the anode and the yin, and the self-proclaimed strength to the consummation of the foundation is not completely sure about this demon." ”

"I don't know which Taoist friend is willing to enter it with the old man and punish this fang together?"

As soon as these words came out, after a short silence, three people walked out.

One of them was a middle-aged man with half of his long hair turned white, carrying a sword box behind him.

Worship the sword faction, the withered leaves are real people.

The withered leaf real person is a sword cultivator, and his combat power is extremely strong, but because he was injured in the gray domain once in his early years, he has no hope of being a yang god in this life, so the price of self-proclaimed cultivation is nothing to him.

The other person is a fairy holding a white jade flute.

Xuanyin Pavilion, Langya Fairy.

Among the disciples who are still alive at the moment, Fu Shuling is her personal disciple.

The other person is sitting on the golden purple gourd.

As for Zhang Yingxiu, she was already standing on the ground at the moment, her face full of anxiety.

Seeing that Duanmu Shuyi was willing to self-proclaim and cultivate to enter the gray domain to save people, the Yin God Zhenren present subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Which of their generation has not been beaten by Duanmu Shuyi, the "female overlord"?

Even if Duanmu Shuyi looks gentle and elegant on the surface, how could they be deceived by appearances who have experienced it in those years?

Time was pressing, and the four of them didn't say much, and they all used secret techniques to seal their own cultivation to the consummation of foundation building, and then jumped into the cold water pool.

……

Gray Domain, Yangshan.

Under the roaring black mist dragon, Wang Changsheng, Mo Yuan, Ouyang Qingfeng, Tai Shucang and Fu Shuling only felt the terrifying dragon power covering them.

This moment.

What Dao techniques, what magic weapons, all of them have lost their effect, and only the purest cultivation is left.

Wang Changsheng's expression was heavy, and his heart fell to the bottom.

From the body of the "Lishan Jun" that resembles Yang Jun, the shadow of the black mist dragon emerged, what does this represent, and it is extremely scary to think about it.

And at this moment, he doesn't have time to think about this.

Because, in the face of Liyangjun, who was full of strength, he and the others were about to die on the spot.

Wang Changsheng hesitated.

He didn't know if he could kill the Lishan Jun in front of him if he sacrificed his sword technique at this moment.

If it is an ordinary foundation building consummation, Wang Changsheng is confident that the sword technique that has reached the realm of "sword light differentiation" will definitely be able to kill him with one blow, but Lishan Jun is not an ordinary foundation building consummation.

First of all, the identity of the core demon is destined to be far stronger than its own strength, plus its own realm is falling from the Yin God realm, and it is suspected that it can control the soul of the evil Jiao, triple superimposition, no one knows what level of real combat power it has reached.

But time left him no longer allowed to think about it.

Looking at the five people who raised their hands and pointed their palms at them, Wang Changsheng knew that even if the effect was unknown, he had to use the sword technique.

However, even at this time.

There was a crisp "click" sound that echoed in everyone's minds.

Unconsciously, the dragon power that shrouded his body disappeared without a trace, and instinctively, Wang Changsheng and the others raised their heads.

I saw that above the night, a huge gray hole was cracked, as if someone had forcibly ripped open a gap from outside the gray field.

A figure stepped in.

It was a Ziyang real person holding a whisk in his hand, and his old face was full of solemnity.

Coming in behind him were the withered leaf real people of the Sword Worship Sect, the Langya Fairy of the Xuanyin Pavilion, and Duanmu Shuyi.

The moment he saw the fourth master, Wang Changsheng's eyes lit up with a bright light.

The roaring evil dragon soul coiled around Liyang Jun.

He raised his head, looked at the four "uninvited guests" who came, and felt the perfect cultivation of the four of them, and his eyes did not change in the slightest.

"Since we're here, let's die together."

An indifferent voice echoed.

Ziyang Zhenren snorted coldly, and swept the dust in his hand down: "The demon is arrogant!" ”

The seemingly random sweep of dust formed a violent wind, isolating Wang Changsheng and the five people from Liyang Jun.

In a flash of inspiration, the four people in mid-air had fallen to the ground, and the hideous gray cracks in the sky had healed rapidly.

Regarding Ziyang Zhenren's act of saving people, Li Yangjun did not have the slightest intention of stopping him, he looked at the few people in front of him, and his eyes were a little strange.

It seems to be expectant, but it also seems to be confused, mixed with fanaticism.

The next moment, a figure appeared in front of Liyangjun.

It's Ziyang real people.

The seemingly soft dust swept out, right in the middle of Yang Jun's face.

"Boom-"

A low roar sounded, and a sonic boom visible to the naked eye spread, a radius of 100 meters, and the ground was lifted layer by layer.

The terrifying blow caused Liyang Jun's body to fly upside down and slammed heavily on Yangshan, and even the evil dragon soul hovering around his body was much darker.

At the bottom of the deep pit, Li Yangjun raised his hand to wipe the trace of blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the old man who had flashed in front of him, and the corners of his mouth opened a hideous arc.

"The contract has been made, it's time for you to make a move."

"Hee-hee, the slave family knows." A silver bell-like laughter appeared in everyone's ears, and at some point, a girl with bare feet, golden bells on her wrists and ankles appeared behind Ziyang Zhenren, and her hand had penetrated Ziyang Zhenren's chest, and her white and tender jade hand held a fresh, beating heart.