"This king knows why you are confused why you want to ask for the help of Yang Hao, who has not yet reached the realm of transforming gods, if you can get that thing back by relying on Xuanli cultivation alone, we don't have to wait until now. The Turtle King said in a deep voice

When the two Ming Han turtles heard the words of the turtle king, they couldn't help but choose not to refute it, Yang Hao was confused by their words, and he never knew what the turtle king was having.

"According to this king's perception, Yang Hao's spiritual cultivation should not be weak. The Turtle King seemed to see Yang Hao's doubts, and said warmly.

"In the next place, spiritual cultivation is just the realm of Xuandan's great success. ”

Yang Hao nodded lightly, admiring the Turtle King's eyes in his heart, although he didn't know what the Turtle King was selling, but judging from the current situation, he must have asked for him.

Hearing this, the turtle king waved his claws, and the bodies of the two Ming Han turtles, which were originally like high walls, slowly retreated to the sides, revealing a separate stone wall, the stone wall was carved with obscure runes, and there was a square stone groove protruding from the bottom of the stone wall, the groove was only a dozen centimeters in size, but the four walls were smooth as jade, and the bottom was a layer of crystal clear liquid.

Yang Hao felt the majestic energy emitted by the liquid, his eyes couldn't hide the heat, and Mingsheng on the side was also excited.

"This is the pith liquid of Lethe, and only such a thin layer can be produced from this stone wall every year, and it is only two small bottles in a jade bottle. ”

The Minghan Turtle King said slowly, Our clan relies on one of them to give the ghosts a bottle of Lethe myeloid every two years so that they don't dare to tear their faces easily, but this kind of thing is extremely slow to collect.

"Then I don't know what we need to do before you can hand over this Lethe pulp fluid to us. ”

Yang Haomo rubbed his chin and asked.

Where to start, a few hundred years ago, there was a young man with outstanding talent in our clan, he not only cultivated his spiritual power to be gratifying, but also his spiritual attainments were extraordinary, and before half a hundred years old, his spiritual power had already reached the Xuandan Dacheng realm, which was almost the same as Yang Hao's current cultivation.

The Minghan Turtle King said this, his calm eyes lit up, and he paused for a moment to continue

"So he broke the convention, regardless of the obstruction, injected spiritual power into the stone wall, and entered it with the holy weapon of my clan in order to get more Lethe marrow liquid, and the holy weapon was a shield condensed by the kings of our clan with their lifelong cultivation, and entered it, but it has never returned for a hundred years, so I hope..."

"You want me to enter it and retrieve your clan's holy artifacts. Yang Hao was the first to interrupt.

Now he understood what the Turtle King was having.

The Turtle King didn't speak, and when Ming Sheng saw the Turtle King's acquiescence, a wave of anger suddenly rose in his heart, and he said sharply

"Turtle King, the genius of your clan can't come out of it, not to mention that Yang Hao is just a cultivator who has not yet entered the Divine Realm, how can he take on such a big responsibility. ”

As soon as he thought of the Turtle King letting Yang Hao take the risk of the unknown, he was inevitably angry in his heart, and just as he wanted to say something more, Yang Hao walked out and said: "Since your clan has been guarding here for countless years, you should know something about the situation of this stone wall, if you want to enter, please don't hide it." ”

"Yang Hao..."Mingsheng was a little anxious when he heard Yang Hao agree to enter it.

Yang Hao raised his hand to stop it, and a pair of eagle falcon eyes stared at the turtle king, who saw that the young man in front of him was so humble and not arrogant, and his heart suddenly looked up to him a few points.

"Although we have been here for a long time, we only know that every time it secretes the medullary fluid of Lethe, those who are close are prone to fall into illusions, and even forget themselves.

When the Turtle King said this, he immediately stopped, his meaning had already been explained, Yang Hao's eyes changed for a long time, and then Ming Sheng approached and said, "We don't want to forget the Sichuan myeloid fluid, and we can't let you take this risk." ”

When these words were spoken, the two turtle clans who had become a god realm were instantly killed, but the turtle king was not annoyed, a pair of huge turtle eyes looked at Yang Hao, and the latter said after being silent for a moment

"It's okay to go in, but I'm going to need some Lethe fluid to recover from my injuries, and I think you understand my current situation. ”

"That's fine. The Turtle King was relieved, it quietly breathed a sigh of relief, it was really afraid that Yang Hao would give him a fish death net, it had waited so long for a human being who had the ability to enter, how could it be easily missed.

"Don't promise so quickly, there is one more condition, whether I succeed or not, you must ensure the safety of my friend. ”

"Okay!"

The turtle king waved his huge claws with a full promise, and a turtle clan on the side took out a small jade bottle and handed it to Yang Hao, although it was wrapped in a jade bottle, but the energy of the Lechuan pith fluid still escaped, feeling the vigorous power, Yang Hao couldn't help but suppress the excitement in his heart.

He took the jade bottle, flicked his fingers and the wooden cork on the jade bottle fell off, and the milky white Lethe pulp liquid appeared in his field of vision, and then he pinched his fingers lightly, and the Xuan Li gushed out, wrapping the Lethe pulp into his mouth.

In an instant, Yang Hao felt that his body was like a dead tree in spring, full of vitality, and the injuries in his body recovered quickly, but in dozens of breaths, he had already recovered five or six points, and the rest still needed a period of cultivation for him to be able to recover completely, but it was beyond his expectations to achieve this effect.

He gathered the remaining energy at the same time, frantically impacting the barrier of the spiritual power Xuandan Dacheng, he had been trapped here for a long time, and he only needed an opportunity to go further.

The energy carried by the medullary fluid of Lethe River swept in Yang Hao's sea of consciousness, and the golden spiritual power overflowed irregularly like a torrent breaking the embankment, enveloping his whole person, as holy as a sacred.

The Turtle Clan and Ming Sheng on the side were dumbfounded, although the Turtle King did not show any emotion, but the somewhat disordered water flow around him betrayed his mood At the same time, it was also glad that this transaction with Yang Hao was correct, Yang Hao's fingers pinched the golden spiritual power as if he was summoned, and entered his body from the skin with wide pores.

"Ahh

Yang Hao looked up to the sky and roared, the nearby water waves rippled, and suddenly there was a deafening roar in the sea, Yang Hao suddenly had a kind of joy of enlightenment, and the transformation of the divine realm was complete, and he finally reached this step.

When he finished venting, all the breath in his body converged, and the eyelids of the turtle king on the side, which had never been raised, suddenly tightened the corners of his eyes, because it couldn't catch Yang Hao's breath for a moment.

Yang Hao felt the majestic power in his body, his thin lips curled up in a satisfactory arc, and the Minghan Turtle King looked down at Yang Hao, who was full of energy, and said: "Xiaoyou's strength has risen sharply now, and this time he must have succeeded." ”

"I will not break my word. Yang Hao glanced at it deeply, and immediately swept behind the two Ming Han Turtles who had transformed into God Realm Perfections, and when Yang Hao moved, they clearly felt the slightest sense of danger from their bodies.

When there was still a meter away from the mysterious wall engraved with obscure pictures and texts, Yang Hao's figure stopped, his heart moved, and the golden spiritual power poured into the ocean, pasting towards the wall one after another, and the ancient runes instantly came to life the moment they came into contact with the spiritual power, like a tail carp beating.

The dense runes shining with golden light exuded a faint oppression, and at the same time, it seemed like a gluttony devouring his spiritual power, and after a few breaths, Yang Hao felt that his spiritual power was about to be drained.

The originally shining rune suddenly quieted down, and Yang Hao was already sweating profusely at this time, if this rune was holding on for a while, he would be able to see the bottom of the sea.

At this time, the originally active runes suddenly spun up, and all disappeared after a while, and at this time, the bottom of the entire Styx River suddenly trembled, and the cyan stone wall suddenly rippled, and the ripples spread out, and a wonderful force swung out, winding Yang Hao's body, and he suddenly felt that his body was completely uncontrollable at this moment.

"Huh"

Yang Hao's figure became more and more distorted, and finally turned into a phantom and disappeared into Ming Sheng's field of vision, and when the former felt the figure move, he suddenly felt that something seemed to have disappeared from his memory.

But the unconscious exhaustion made his eyes droop slightly, and he slowly closed, and he didn't know what he would encounter when he opened it for a moment.

When the first glimmer of light turned into his eyes, Yang Hao slowly opened his slightly confused eyes, surrounded by a lush forest, Yang Hao felt why this environment was so familiar, but he couldn't think of this place or place if he wanted to break his brain, he felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, but the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't remember, just when he had a headache.

Suddenly, several black shadows burst out from the forest, and Yang Hao, whose spiritual power had broken through the Xuandan Dacheng Realm, sensed how keenly he felt, and at the moment when these little black shadows appeared.

An unprecedented vigorous killing intent suddenly rose in his heart, and with a clench of his palm, the vast mystical power in his body came out one after another.