The dragon turtle's blue vertical pupils dozens of meters long were illusory and indifferent, although he wanted to destroy the ants in front of him at will, but at this moment, his spirit body was seriously injured, and he was already weak, and he didn't have a trace of extra strength to use.

But that strong killing intent came overwhelmingly, and Xue Meng only felt that several cold mountains were pressed on his body, and his body was about to shatter.

This killing intent was so strong, Xue Meng, who was lying on his stomach, only felt that he was locked by the whole world, the feeling of being humiliated made him miserable, and the anger made him lose his reason, and he just wanted to fight with this dragon turtle to the death.

He burst out the spiritual power of his whole body again.

The scriptures flowed, and a divine turtle carrying a stone tablet behind it roared, although it was not as big as a dragon turtle's eyes, but the momentum of being the enemy of heaven and earth deeply attracted the dragon turtle.

The dragon turtle's eyes suddenly lit up, and then dimmed, looking at Xue Meng's scriptures all over his body, the gods and ghosts carrying the stone tablet, and finally said as if he had made up his mind: "Human, raise your head!"

There seemed to be a muffled thunder in Xue Meng's ears, and he faintly heard the sound of the summoning.

He slowly raised his head, and saw a bloody light penetrating from his mouth, and suddenly his body seemed to be torn apart by a powerful force, his whole body was red, his blood vessels exploded, and his internal organs seemed to be burned by fire.

The pain couldn't be suppressed, and he rolled on the ground screaming miserably, his hands scratching the flesh and blood of his chest and abdomen.

At this point, the scriptures solidify on the surface of his body, turning from black to red, then from red to black, and finally disappearing under the skin.

At this time, the severe pain eased slightly, Xue Meng came to his senses, closed his eyes and felt the changes in his body with his heart.

I only felt that I had the power to destroy the world, and the golden spiritual power became more pure, and my body was like steel and iron bones, and a layer of red lines appeared on the surface of my body.

His heart moved slightly, and the Negative Monument Divine Turtle, which had never been summoned before, loomed behind him, enveloping him.

The negative monument turtle shook his head and shook his head, looking at the world!

A red seed appears on the stone tablet of the turtle and takes root and sprouts.

Mo Mad looked at Xue Meng's golden spiritual power full of vigor like the rising sun, his whole body was agitated, and a few red lines appeared on his arms, although there was no response from heaven and earth, but that fierce oppressive force must be in the Purple Yang Realm.

There was an uproar, and there were voices of surprise and disbelief everywhere.

Although the monk was profound, he was still stunned at this time, looking at Xue Meng with a look of disbelief.

The Lord of the Eagle Pavilion even forgot his mantra and shouted loudly: "Breakthrough, breakthrough! Why?"

The flake-like lips opened wide and refused to close.

Some demons had bitter faces, and said secretly: "This human being is really the son of heavenly fortune, and this kung fu of drinking water has broken through the Purple Yang Realm, this is the Purple Yang Realm, and the mortal world is almost invincible! There are only dozens of people in the whole world!"

The human race has the Ziyang Realm again, and our life will not be easy in the future.

Xue Buyu watched his younger brother's momentum change sharply, and a violent aura spread wantonly, I don't know how many times stronger than before entering the cave, and hurriedly dodged away and hid beside Mo Mad.

Xue Buyu probed his brain behind Mo Mad and called out to Mo Mad who was still in a sluggish state, and said, "Second Senior Brother, what's the matter with Xiao Meng?"

Mo Mad came back to his senses, looked at the silent man hiding behind him speechlessly, and said in a low voice: "Little junior brother, this is a breakthrough in the Purple Yang Realm!"

Xue Buyu was dumbfounded after hearing this, his eyebrows jumped, he looked at Mo Mad in disbelief, pointed at his younger brother who had golden spiritual power around him, his mouth opened, and he didn't say anything in the end.

This realm breakthrough, with the addition of its own heaven and earth luck, accompanied by bursts of Dao rhyme to wash the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, the mortal body of the flesh will slowly transform into an immortal body.

The Purple Yang Realm is to refine the body, purify the Dao heart, make it affectionate but desireless, the Tao is natural, and condense the mortal womb.

Xue Meng's breakthrough is completely different from the breakthrough of ordinary people, although the spiritual power is worlds different from the Unyielding Realm, but the Dao rhyme around the body is lighter, and a wild aura like the time of the demon beast crossing the catastrophe is overwhelming and envelops the entire bluestone square.

The dragon soaring in the sky outside the bluestone square seemed to feel this friendly breath, cruising to the sky not far from the square, the golden vertical pupils contracted slightly, glanced at Xue Meng, who was meditating cross-legged, let out a barren dragon groan, turned away, and disappeared into the colorful sky.

On the golden platform, there are three men and one woman and four spiritual realm monks who exude an ethereal aura.

The woman has a good demeanor, sinking fish and geese, a pearl hairpin on her head, crystal bright, exuding a soft light, wearing a royal blue oblique collar and short sleeves, a white jade belt inlaid with colorful gemstones at the waist, and a long skirt embroidered with a young phoenix Qingming.

Looking graceful and elegant, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and a pair of phoenix eyes fell in the direction of Xue Meng intentionally or unintentionally.

Outside the square, suddenly a desolate ancient dragon roared, coming from the nine heavens, and the four people who were still like emperors looked up at the sky together, all panicked, their faces were pale, and now they stood up and sacrificed the magic weapon of Jinhua, wanting to escape.

The dragon had drifted away, the coercion was still there, and the four of them were sweating profusely, supporting them for a long time, and then they sat back on the treasure chair.

Looking at each other, they all saw a trace of panic and happiness in the eyes of each other.

A black-robed man with a short black beard next to him said: "Everyone, the Lord of Zifeng has handed over the cultivation meeting to us, and he has passed it more than ten times.

I don't know where the power created this place, it's very strange! But there was no such thing as the surrounding mythical beasts watching in the past. To tell you the truth, I always thought that the mythical beasts around me were illusions!"

The three people around all nodded, their faces slightly ashamed, presumably treating the surrounding divine beasts as illusions.

The black-robed man glanced at the graceful and luxurious woman next to him, and saw that her neck leaned forward slightly, holding the armrests on both sides with both hands, and almost wanted to get up, looking at the hundred meters next to the gate of the square.

He was curious in his heart, and he also followed her gaze to look over, only to see a junior in the Purple Sun Realm talking happily to the two next to him, his face beaming with joy, and the stars were flying with spittle.

The Ziyang Realm is above the mortal dust, outside the gate of the fairy road, and belongs to the single-plank bridge between the mortal dust and the immortal road.

Since ancient times, one million mortals have chosen one person to enter the mortal realm, and every subsequent step is like a moat, and when they reach the Ziyang realm, they really have the opportunity to ask the immortals, but it is only an opportunity.

The black-robed man has entered the spiritual realm and set foot on the immortal road, and the purple yang realm is no different from mortals in his eyes.

He was a little unimpressed by the woman's curiosity about the junior in the Ziyang Realm, but he still asked with concern: "Sister Ruyu, what's wrong with that junior?"

This woman with a good demeanor is surnamed Chu and her name is Ruyu, she was a princess of a small country in the mortal world thousands of years ago, and when she was a child, the country was captured by the enemy, and she was taken back to the sect by a mortal monk and began to cultivate.

Many years later, the monk had reached the end of his life and passed away.

However, she showed amazing talent, and in just five hundred years, she stepped into the spiritual realm, and was valued by the sect and focused on cultivation.

The black-robed man next to him is the ancestor of the current Northwest Royal Beast Villa, Xiao Tongling, 1,400 years ago, he was valued by a monk of the sect at the cultivation meeting, and was brought into the sect, and he has set foot in Lingmiao four hundred years ago.

Chu Ruyu asked Senior Brother, shook his head, and did not tell Senior Brother about the savage aura emanating from Xue Meng's body just now.

Although these people have cultivated to a high level, they have cultivated to a high level, their realm is high, and their spirit is also high, who cares about a mere mortal?

She smiled slightly, just like a peony in the wind, the flower branches trembled slightly, and Xiao Tongling was stunned.

At this moment, most of the monks and demons on the bluestone square are in groups of three or five, talking and laughing, but there are also many lonely ghosts and monsters who are alone in the corner, for fear of attracting the attention of others.

On the golden platform, an old man in a green robe slowly stood up, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, the cultivation conference, enlightenment!"