Although the yin soul was extinguished, the cold qi was still raging in his body, making his muscles and bones numb, his true yuan shackled, his blood was condensed, and he couldn't act.

Thinking about it, the three Yin soldiers were also quite confident in the Yin and Cold air flow they were breathing, and when they saw that the other Yin Han had already entered their bodies, they turned a deaf ear to the situation in front of Xu Feiyang and ignored it.

Xu Feiyang was also happy, since he found that the silver filament condensed by the Heavenly Killing Qi could devour the Yin Soul, and it could also devour and dispel the Yin and Cold Air Flow, so he struggled to control the little chaotic energy in his body, and introduced the silver filament into various acupoints, gradually dredge the meridians.

Although there is no alternation of the sun and the moon in the secret realm, for those who cultivate the Tao, as long as they calculate a little, they can also know the passage of time.

The three Yin soldiers gathered in the distance were dim at this time, and they were no longer as quiet as yesterday, sometimes making cricket calls, sometimes jumping and flying, like crazy wild horses, scurrying around.

A day later, the blood in the sky remained the same, and the cross-legged young man was still sitting upright, his long sword clenched in his hand, and his breathing was long. In fact, he had already been able to move freely, but the sequelae of the cold snap were quite large, and he needed to constantly wash the meridians with true yuan, and repeatedly polish and dispel them before he could restore the smooth flow.

At this time, he also noticed the situation of the three Yin soldiers on the opposite side, obviously after a long period of hard work, the silk of killing was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it could not be expelled at all, but there was a faint tendency to split and grow.

As the three Yin soldiers were flying, they suddenly found that the alien race, which had long been forgotten by them, had no Yin Soul Breath on their bodies. Then the three Yin soldiers stopped flying, and they all turned to stare at Xu Feiyang, the six black beans were round and round, and there was a whistling from the vague mouth, and they rushed at the same time.

Xu Feiyang had already paid attention to the actions of the Yin soldiers, and was thinking about how to make contributions in one fell swoop. Shang Ruo let those Yin soldiers fly into the air, with the jump height of his Mortal Realm, coupled with the erratic figure and speed of the Yin soldiers in the air, he would not be able to attack and kill the Yin Soul in the air at all.

The Yin Soul's mouth opened slightly, his eyes were round like beans, his empty sleeves and arms were slightly bent and swaying, and when there was still ten meters away, he suddenly inhaled, just waiting to swallow the cold current.

When it was too late, a blue shadow was like a meteor catching the moon, and when they breathed in and did not breathe, they stood in front of them, and three cyan streamers hit them at the same time, and suddenly saw thunder flashing, thunder and shock. The three Yin soldiers screamed "whining", like a wail, like grief.

The green shadow folded halfway, bending and tossing at an incredible angle, like a breeze blowing on its face, and the Heavenly Killing Sword wrapped around thirty-five silver threads, passing over the three Yin Spirits who were still immersed in the shadow of the thunder run's explosion.

This sword not only infused Xu Feiyang's whole body strength, but also infused him with a trace of chaotic vitality. The Heavenly Killing Sword was no longer as quiet and cold as usual, but the sword blade was whirring, silver and bright, like a sword splitting the heavens and the earth, and the surrounding space airflow was tumbling and boiling, as if it could not carry the power of a sword.

The three Yin soldiers have not yet come back to their senses, the Heavenly Killing Sword has reached their bodies, and the waist is broken, and there is no trace of obstruction, the crazy silver filaments swarm in, blink and eat away the Yin Soul, and then take a closer look, at this time, a few silver filaments have been added, and the silver filaments have reached as many as fifty-two, and the entangled Heavenly Killing Sword is faintly shiny, which is very evil.

Xu Feiyang looked at the dissipated Yin Spirit, his whole body was numb and limp to the ground, and he desperately took out a few medium-grade spirit stones, clenched his hands, and frantically swallowed the spiritual energy to make up for the loss of the true yuan.

After many experiments in the early stage, he had already discovered that the Chaos Yuan Qi infused Heavenly Killing Sword would have a big change, but he had never responded to the enemy with this, and the power of destroying the enemy for the first time today was beyond imagination, enough to become the hole card of the enemy in the future.

In less than a cup of tea, the true yuan had already been replenished, but the chaotic vitality dissipated, and the silk of heavenly killing flowed through the body again, constantly cutting the meridian skin.

Xu Feiyang didn't care about cultivating and resting, he poured the Qiankun Pagoda with the true yuan he had just replenished, silently reciting the Fa in his mouth, his fingers kept changing, and a stream of true yuan poured into his chest, the purple mark began to shine, and a phantom in the shape of a nine-story small tower appeared on his chest.

Unable to appreciate the dazzling beauty of the pagoda, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain of the loss of true yuan, the pain of washing away the cracked meridians, and the inhuman suffering brought by the inhuman pain brought by the severe transformation of the bones that had been eroded and numbed by the cold current.

The hands were clenched into fists, the not short fingertips were embedded in the flesh, a touch of blood slid down the back of the hand, the green tendons on the arms burst, the neck meridians were protruding, the eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the eyes were bloodshot, and the already white face became even whiter.

The skin on his body also had traces of blood oozing under the cracks of the silver threads, and the cyan clothes gradually turned red, like a bloody person.

The loss of time was slow, and the true yuan was also gurgling and draining, and as the Qiankun Tower became hot and hot, the true yuan gradually slowed down until it came to a complete standstill, and at this time there was only one-third of the true yuan left in the body.

He didn't show much joy at this point, but his face tightened even more, as if he was about to face some terrible scene.

Sure enough, at the moment when the true yuan paused, the Qiankun Pagoda was like a mountain torrent bursting out under the silent recitation of the law in his mouth, and a large torrent rushed straight to his lungs, and the chaotic vitality that did not belong to him swept into the meridians. Silver silk is like a gluttonous cat smelling fish meat, and it merges into the chaotic vitality along the meridians, and it is quiet and smooth.

Only then did he exhale softly, and as soon as the law changed, the Qiankun Pagoda hid in his chest again, and sighed helplessly.

Since the last time the silver filament mixed body condensed by the Heavenly Killing Qi was nourished with Chaos Vitality, he had to transform Chaos Vitality every six months, and every time he had to experience this purgatory-like pain, although he was used to it, every time he experienced it, it was unforgettable.

A few days later, the young man in Tsing Yi with two swords on his back stood on a narrow blood-colored path, looking coldly at the three black-robed figures opposite, the three of them had eyes like ink, chicken yellow skin, and wisps of sparse demonic qi on their bodies, obviously not from the demon race.

"Boy, obediently hand over all the spiritual things on your body, otherwise my 'Demon Cloud Trident' will make your blood splash on the spot!" A young man standing at the top of the stand looked at Xu Feiyang viciously, full of threat.

Xu Feiyang stared at the three Refining Mortal Realm cultivators, the cold color in his eyes gradually appeared, and he said coldly: "As a human race, but with the demon race, you should be killed!"

As soon as the words fell, the toes left the ground, a rabbit fell, the white light in his hand flashed, and the long sword behind his back flew out.

"Looking back at the moon"

Like a soft sound, and like a magic sound, when the three Demon Sect disciples reacted, they saw a flash of white light, and heard the sound of "poof" on their necks, as if there was the sound of water flowing in their minds, and then fell into darkness.

Xu Feiyang turned around and picked up the storage bags of the three people, looked at them briefly, waved his hand and stored the contents into the jade bracelet, but did not classify and collect them in time, and even the corpse of the so-called "Demon Cloud Trident" was not cleaned up, and continued to stride forward.

According to the map identification, Mangxue Mountain is blocked by blood mist, invisible, and hides ghosts inside, and the cliff path will generally appear half a year after the secret realm is opened.

But Xu Feiyang knew about his own family, and if he went to the demon alien race at the same time after half a year, with his cultivation in the mortal realm, it would be difficult to have a chance of survival, even if he could get lucky enough to reach Mangxue Mountain, it would be difficult to obtain bloodthirsty milk in the battle.

From the beginning, he planned to take the risk of breaking into Mangxue Mountain, taking the bloodthirsty milk before the demon alien race arrived, or eating it in Mangxue Mountain, replenishing the essence and blood to break through the realm of spirit building on the spot. At that time, even if you face the ghost soldiers and demon soldiers of the demon and demon races, self-protection should be enough.

Even if you can't use the Void Shifter to escape from the attachment of Mangxue Mountain.

Therefore, he has been on the road, and has not gone to any area to explore the strange treasures except for the spiritual materials of the path. After two months of day and night travel, at this time in front of him was the blood mist of Mangxue Mountain.