Only then did Ning Zhe's heart suddenly realize that the liquid in this pool was actually getting thicker and thicker, and the area of this pool was gradually increasing. It's just that the concentration of the water in this second pool is still far behind, and the spiritual power contained in it is even a few points higher than the elixir he has refined, which obviously cannot meet Ning Zhe's needs.

Thinking of this, his steps stepped forward again, and this time in the corridor behind the pool, there were purple thunderbolts.

Ning Zhe looked at these thunders, and his face suddenly couldn't help laughing, if he wanted to talk about other things, he might be a little jealous, but for this thunder and lightning, he could be said to be the ancestor of playing thunder.

I saw his right hand grasp in the air a few times, and a dazzling purple light rose into the sky, forming a purple spiritual power vortex in the air, and there were countless thunderbolts faintly flickering in this vortex.

You must know that this path is full of thunder and lightning, and if ordinary people want to pass through here, their physical strength must reach a very strong level, or they have some kind of magic weapon against the sky, which can isolate thunder and lightning.

But this thunder was simply no threat to Ning Zhe.

The purple vortex above his head swirled as it devoured the thunder and lightning in the corridor in front of him, while Ning Zhe himself slowly walked inside from behind.

Although the thunder and lightning in this path are fierce, they are not too difficult for Ning Zhe, and these thunderbolts are the best tonic for tempering the strength of the body. Therefore, Ning Zhe walked all the way, and the vast spiritual power on his body actually became more and more intense, and it was much stronger than when he first entered the Yongdao.

At the end of this thunder and lightning road, there was indeed a green pool, but Ning Zhe still did not stay, he had seen it before, this hall was finally divided into three layers, and he thought that there would be a pool in the end, and that was his goal.

And when he came to the last Yongdao, his face was stunned, only to see that there was a desk at the front of the road, and on top of the case was a yellowed book, on which were written four big characters: Ruthless Dao!

Ruthless!

Ning Zhe read these two words repeatedly, and the more he read, the more he felt a little bitter in his heart.

Ruthless, these two words are so simple, but the meaning in them makes Ning Zhe a little daunted.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Ning Zhe stepped in.

I saw that there were not all kinds of difficulties in the middle of this corridor like the previous ones, and there seemed to be nothing in this corridor, only a chessboard, which was quietly placed at the end of the corridor.

Ning Zhe walked to the side of the chessboard, only to see the word "ruthless" written on the stone table next to the chessboard.

After thinking about it, he sat down, picked up a chess piece, and landed in the middle of the board.

The moment the chess pieces fell, his heart suddenly felt as if he was suddenly in a huge battlefield. The chess piece in his hand also seemed to turn into a heavy sword. He himself is the commander of one side on this battlefield.

Looking down, the sword in his hand was sharp, and the word ruthless was also engraved on the hilt.

Ning Zhe was stunned, but he didn't stop in his hand, and another chess piece fell on the chessboard.

The battlefield was surging in an instant, the two armies collided together, and the sound of fighting shook the sky in Ning Zhe's heart.

Ning Zhe's hand trembled, and he quickly dropped a few more chess pieces.

As the chess pieces in his hand fell, the killing on the battlefield seemed to enter a white-hot stage in a moment. In the blink of an eye, the corpses were lying in wait for thousands of miles, bleeding and drifting.

The armor on Ning Zhe's body was all blood, but the sword in his hand did not stop at all, slashing forward one sword after another.

His hand shook, and a few more chess pieces were laid out. New troops were constantly being added to the battlefield, and the number of casualties on both sides skyrocketed. The blood almost drowned both of Ning Zhe's feet.

Ning Zhe muttered, "Is it ruthless? even if you bleed for thousands of miles, you have to protect what you should protect, don't you?"

As he spoke, chess pieces kept falling on the board. Suddenly, his hand stopped in mid-air.

I saw a person in front of the battlefield, that person was wearing yellow clothes, and his old face was full of hatred, this person was the Chunhui Elder.

Elder Chunhui's face showed a trace of hideousness, and while Ning Zhe was stunned, he commanded the monks behind him to attack Ning Zhe. Behind Ning Zhe, there are constantly familiar faces dying, Liuyun Dao is long, the first seat of Xianchen, and the poetry of Mo Xi......

At this time, a cold voice came from behind Elder Chunhui: "Ning Zhe, as long as you kill the monk behind you, I will be your person, for the rest of my life!"

Ning Zhe looked up suddenly, and saw Ye Luo, who was dressed in purple, standing quietly in front of Ning Zhe, with a trace of displeasure on her cold face, as if she was a little dissatisfied with Ning Zhe's hesitation.

In the crowd, Leng Yuehua suddenly walked out and said sharply: "Ning Zhe, the Tao is ruthless, understand? The Tao is ruthless, kill the people behind you, you will be able to get Yeluo, you can get everything you want." ”

Ning Zhe's hands gradually trembled, the desperate eyes of the first seat of the Yanchen, the threat of Leng Yuehua, and the kindness of Elder Chunhui to him.

In an instant, countless thoughts poured into Ning Zhe's heart. The small chessboard seemed to have become the most terrifying thing Ning Zhe faced in his life.

Drops of cold sweat seeped out from Ning Zhe's forehead, and he muttered: "The Tao is ruthless, the Tao is ruthless! However, what is the Tao, if the Tao is ruthless, what is the purpose of the existence of the Tao? If the Tao is ruthless, then what is the meaning of the belief that he has been striving for? If the Tao is ruthless, then, what is the difference between this world and hell?"

Burst!

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the chessboard, and as this mouthful of blood spurted out, Ning Zhe's breath suddenly shrank sharply. But on the battlefield in his heart, as this mouthful of blood spurted out, countless people fell beside him.

There has never been a moment when Ning Zhe's understanding of death is so profound, and there is a voice in his heart that constantly tells himself: This is fake, they are all still alive. Ning Zhe said loudly: "No, no. Although the way of heaven is ruthless, this love must exist. Ruthless, ruthless, is this the kind of ending that I am pursuing? Is the way of heaven really ruthless? No, no. Heaven is ruthless, I have affection! The Tao is ruthless, but I have affection. My Tao is the Way of Heaven, and my heart is my Tao!"

Rumble!

A strong aura emanated from Ning Zhe's body, Ning Zhe held his sword in both hands, pointed to the heavens and said: "Although the heaven and the earth are wide, there is a Tao, the Tao is ruthless, but I am affectionate." My way is the way of heaven!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword in his hand suddenly expanded, and the sword body shone brightly. The entire battlefield was covered with a layer of gold.

Rumble!

The chessboard in front of Ning Zhe shattered, and Ning Zhe suddenly woke up, he was still in front of the chessboard, as if he had a dream.

But the blood on his chest and the cold sweat on his forehead told him that it was more than just a dream. If in the dream, he succumbed to the arrangement of the Heavenly Dao and believed that the Heavenly Dao was ruthless, then he might spend the rest of his life in this kind of guilt and self-blame.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Ning Zhe muttered: "The Tao is ruthless, but I am affectionate. The right way in the world is in my heart. Haha......"

Stretching out his hand to restore the chessboard in front of him and putting away the chess pieces one by one, he stood up and walked out of the corridor with a smile.

At the end of the road, there was a huge green pool, which was several times larger than the previous ones, and the concentration of the green liquid in it had reached the level of viscosity. It makes people feel relaxed and happy when they smell it.

A smile appeared on Ning Zhe's face, the liquid in this pool was what he wanted in the end. Thinking of this, he hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and breathed intently.

However, after a stick of incense, Ning Zhe finished breathing, he slowly opened his eyes, stared at the pool again, and walked in.

Laugh at!

At the moment when he stepped in, a burst of mist suddenly rose from the green pool, and Ning Zhe only felt that the skin on his body suddenly tightened, and then a sharp pain came from his body.

Ning Zhe's heart moved, and he hurriedly urged the Sea Emperor Jue, and a green light **** came out of his hands, and then attached to his skin, constantly absorbing the green medicinal power.

At this time, Ning Zhefang felt a cool and refreshing feeling coming from the green liquid, and the original discomfort on his skin gradually disappeared, replaced by a crazy increase in the spiritual power in his body.

"How can there be such a vast spiritual power in this water, what is this?" a question flashed in Ning Zhe's heart.

He naturally didn't know that the pool he was in now was filled with the diluted blood of the True Dragon Sea Emperor.

The blood of the True Dragon Sea Emperor was placed in these pools, but it was diluted. And the further you go, the lower the concentration of this blood. When an ordinary monk enters this hall, if it is a sea monk, he can judge the preciousness of this medicinal liquid at the first time, so he can uncontrollably enter the pool to absorb the medicinal power.

However, according to the rules of this hall, each person only has one chance to enter the pool, so when the monk enters the pool in front of him, he will be teleported out, thus losing the opportunity to receive the later inheritance.

And Ning Zhe himself was not a Sea Clan cultivator, his sensitivity to this medicinal liquid was not high, coupled with his own extreme caution, he obtained the highest concentration of Sea Emperor blood by mistake.

More importantly, Ning Zhe had practiced the Sea Emperor Technique before, and he had understood some of the bloodline rules, so he seemed more comfortable when absorbing these spiritual powers, but the blood in the pool of tea kung fu changed from a rich green to a translucent color.

However, it is difficult to say whether all this has been good or bad. At this time, Ning Zhe's face had already flushed, and his body gradually trembled, and with the continuous injection of spiritual power, the Danhu Lake became extremely turbulent, and it seemed that Ning Zhe's whole person was about to die because of the excessive injection of spiritual power......