When Ye Ting woke up, he felt cold and hard under him. As soon as his fingers moved, he touched the sword box of the Earth Flame Sword.

The black sky was turbulent, and occasionally a trace of crimson flowed past, and then disappeared. Still in the secret realm, he survived.

Ye Ting sat up and looked around blankly.

Still before the cliff, a crack is a hundred feet long, from top to bottom. There was no sword cultivation before the rift, and there was no dragon tree.

"You're awake. Wang Lieyang spoke in the distance, and he was facing the north, as if he was in a trance.

Ye Ting stood up from the black feldspar and grabbed the Earth Flame Sword.

"Senpai, what about Nagarjuna?"

Three thousand miles away, six men traveled along a river valley. The first one was two feet tall, and his huge bald head still shone in the dark environment. The giant sword in his hand was three palms wide, and he used it as a crutch. On his back, Li Zhenyi was unconscious. The next three months of the Sword Sect monks followed, and they were all in the foundation building realm like him.

At the end of the line, the one in the gray dress and holding a short spear was none other than Nagarjuna. Her feet stepped silently on the gravel in the valley. Her position slightly missed the last sword cultivation, and when she raised her head, she could see half of Li Zhenyi's face.

This arrogant man was seriously injured, and it turned out that he was trying to protect himself. Nagarjuna thought it was ridiculous. She remembered that she couldn't afford to be seriously injured that day, and Li Zhenyi said condescendingly: "It turns out that you are a demon." ”

Then his sword box rang, and Nagarjuna was not afraid, but just clenched Ye Ting's hand and said, "Well, I'm a demon." ”

"I admire you. Li Zhenyi said to Nagarjuna.

What do I have to admire, Nagarjuna disagrees in his heart. If it weren't for Ye Gongzi's encouragement, he would have gone into the ground with his head in his hands. Every time Ye Gongzi drew his sword, a demon heart was shaken, as if something was awakening in his heart.

Ye Gongzi is that amazing person, just like a monk from the Heavenly Gate.

Jian Xiu didn't have the habit of talking at length, Li Zhenyi grabbed Nagarjuna and Ye Ting and returned to Wang Lieyang's side, helping Nagarjuna block the demonic qi along the way, and didn't mention this matter to Shizun. Wang Lieyang just didn't know, but Nagarjuna understood that after he was seriously injured, he couldn't hide it from Wang Lieyang's eyes no matter what.

It's just that the disciple didn't mention it, and Wang Lieyang pretended to be stupid. is just a big demon, and he is no longer in his heart. Killing a refining weapon is just a magic weapon.

Nagarjuna finally put her mind at ease, and as soon as her injuries were healed, she asked to follow the sword cultivation of the Moon Sword Sect. After the Heavenly Gate was destroyed, Nagarjuna survived alone, and by the time she successfully cultivated and transformed, it was already eight or nine hundred thousand years later.

Most of the remaining places such as the cave and the medicine garden of the Tianci Gate can't enter, but the most recent ten thousand years of cultivation have been successful, and when she just refined the short spear and wanted to venture everywhere, Yuwen Xuan appeared again.

Yuwen Xuan's strength made Nagarjuna dare not move around, so he could only shrink around the cave he guarded.

She is a demon, she can't know how to use materials like Ye Ting, and on the trial island, the things she brought out are not too little, and there are not many questions available.

If she goes out to kill other sect monks, she can have eighty percent of the profits, and the monk's elixir is the most practical for her. So Nagarjuna followed Li Zhenyi out and went around to carry out rescue missions.

Thinking about it, the valley was coming to an end, and the monks in front of him stopped. It's a bend in a bend where the ground is full of pebbles washed by seasonal rivers. Because of the change in topography, the peaks on both sides collapsed, squeezing the wide river valley to only one zhang exit.

Among the rocks in the messy riverbed, two corpses lay down. Except for Nagarjuna, the great demon, the other four sober monks are all in the foundation building realm. So she walked up, her dress fluttering.

The corpse had no head, and had been cut open all the way down the throat, and all the entrails were missing.

Nagarjuna frowned, this scene was a little disgusting for a youkai who didn't eat people. She stabbed the corpse with the tip of her spear, and the demonic aura penetrated into it and slowly probed.

"It was attacked by zombies. Nagarjuna's spear stirred one after another, tucking the two monks' storage bags into their sleeves.

Zhang'er Jianxiu looked at Nagarjuna and asked, "Is there danger ahead?"

"I don't know. I only know that this zombie may be from the Corpse Demon Sect, and zombies outside the Corpse Demon Sect don't eat people. You give Li Zhenyi to Luo Chuan's back, I will explore the way in front, and you will break the back. Nagarjuna laid it out smoothly.

Hearing this, Zhang Erjian Xiu handed over the Li Zhenyi on his body to the same door and tied it to his body with a cloth belt.

Nagarjuna took a short spear and turned the corner of the river valley. The task of her and Li Zhenyi was to stay with these foundation-building sword cultivators and join the people of the other Moon Sword Sect, and hand them over to the other Jiedan monks, and the task would be completed.

Nagarjuna's steps were firm, and the monks of the Moon Sword Sect walked ten feet behind her, looking down from the sky, like a few tired ants.

Ye Ting used the star demarcation method to determine the time, and he was in a coma for sixteen days and four and a half hours. He only got a little started with this door-to-door secret method, and he couldn't reverse what had happened to him in the past half a month.

Under the black sky, Wang Lieyang's back was faintly visible, and his gray Taoist clothes moved with the wind. Ye Ting didn't know why Wang Lieyang was looking at the north, let alone that all the Infant Realm cultivators within a radius of 30 million miles were attracted by the person in the north.

In the center of the Island of Trials, the clouds are thick. The thunderstorm that has lasted for an unknown number of days still wants to bombard downward, and it has never been seen before.

In the sky beneath the clouds, a figure stepped on the chariot transformed by the Dragon City, and his red hair flew flying. At the back of the chariot, a huge copper furnace was filled with purple gas, and the sporadic Dan patterns in the furnace exuded a strange brilliance. In his palm, a stone long sword rune flickered, and thunder struck, most of which fell on this stone long sword.

A small number of thunderstorms were absorbed by the red-haired monk Yu Wenxuan, and some of them fell on the eighteen dragons that were pulling Dragon City.

The Void Thunder Tribulation, I don't know where it came from, has no five element attributes, and is the calamity of the Great Perfection of the Infant Realm.

Jiaolong pulled the Dragon City to fly in the air, most of the scale armor on their bodies had been transformed into dark gold, and the five claws were complete, as long as they survived this tribulation, they could evolve into real dragons.

With eight thousand years of accumulation, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi of the entire Trial Island was squandered by Yu Wenxuan alone, and he broke through the three realms in a row, and the Great Perfection of the Infant Realm came naturally. Every time the thunderbolt fell, hundreds of starlight would fly out of the copper furnace and submerge into Yu Wenxuan's body.

After the four tribulations of the infant realm of the disciples, how can the advanced Great Perfection be used for eight thousand years. Yu Wenxuan suppressed it for too long, and even urged the chariot turned into by Dragon Control City and rushed into the clouds.

Jiaolong screamed, but with Yu Wenxuan's suppression, none of them was powerless to resist. can only desperately resist the thunderstorm in the clouds. Yu Wenxuan said with a smile: "You beasts, if you can't cross the tribulation, the Void Realm cultivators will all turn into ashes as soon as they come!"

Jiaolong was helpless, spewed demonic energy, turned into black clouds, and neutralized the attack of the thunder one by one.

Behind the copper furnace, three young men and women turned pale and watched Yuwen Xuan cross the catastrophe. These three people are Wolf Creek, Xinjun and Longyin. The sound of the thunderstorm shook them, fear was secondary, they only had the realm of foundation building, and the breath of the infant realm thunder was enough to shock them.

Named disciples are not so easy to be, this is the cultivation arranged for them by Yu Wenxuan. According to Yu Wenxuan, above Kyushu, only disciples who enter the room have such treatment.

Wolf Xi felt that his acupoints and meridians were dissolved in the thunder vibration, and only the secret method taught by Yu Wenxuan drove the true qi to reopen up in the chaotic body. From time to time, starlight flew out of the copper furnace, submerging into the bodies of the three people, repairing the constantly destroyed bodies.

The difference is that without the assistance of a door-to-door master like Yu Wenxuan, the magic body of the Celestial Universe cannot be cultivated in the infant realm, let alone the virtual realm.

Wang Lieyang didn't pay attention to Ye Ting, nor did he pay attention to the corpse demons in the cliff. For the first time since he became a baby, he had doubts about his kendo. On the eight hundred continents, the strongest is only the six tribulations of the infant realm. Once it is consummated, it is necessary to go to the eight extremes to cross the tribulation.

In the Eight Extremes Tribulation, it is not a life of nine deaths at all, and one in a hundred people may not succeed in the Tribulation. Therefore, everyone would rather be stuck in the realm of the six tribulations of the infant realm, and no one wants to advance to the Great Perfection.

In the north, the person who can achieve the Great Perfection is only Yu Wenxuan. The fact that this catastrophe has lasted so long should be the reason for the continuous breach. Does he still want to advance to the Void Realm on the Eight Hundred Continents!

He looked at the north and remembered the sword that Yu Wenxuan slashed at him when he was in Fengzhou.

Unscrupulous, and controllable. These two things are opposite at some point, but Yu Wenxuan did it without grasping it at all, which made him heartbroken.

It seems that I still haven't learned all the sword myself!

Wang Lieyang had a pride in his heart, if Yu Wenxuan dared to do it, then why didn't he dare?

If you achieve the virtual realm, the Eight Extremes Monks will come to kill. If Yu Wenxuan died, everything would be over, if Yu Wenxuan survived, what would be the impact on the eight hundred continents?

Do you wait and see, or do you choose to break through the realm and achieve the Great Perfection?

If you wait and see, then your own kendo is flawed after all. The way of the sword is pure, and if there are flaws, it can only barely break the void and cannot survive the first disaster.

Did Yuwen Xuan attract the attention of too many Infant Realm cultivators, and even such a major event as the Secret Realm Struggle was quieted down because of his tribulation. All the Infant Realm monks were watching and thinking.

Ye Ting didn't feel that the master was tribulating, and his mind was all in the sea of purple mansion knowledge. On the filthy black mud, I don't know when there was an extra layer of clear waves, rippling shallowly. The green lotus leaves fluttered on it, dancing without wind.

The only green lotus swayed on the water, and Ye Ting's soul sat in it, wearing the Demon Gate battle robe.

Ye Ting's divine sense carefully probed the cause and effect of the heavens, and the silk threads that weaved the cause and effect of the heavens had no head or tail, and I didn't know where the cause came from. And this silk thread itself is condensed by thousands of threads of causal power, and every trace of causal power cannot be explored and pondered.

If it is too well protected, it will not be able to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly. Ye Ting thought like this, as the Demon Gate robe changed with his mind, it was slowly changing its structure.

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