However, a good feeling can't make this world really beautiful, it seems to be warm as spring, in fact, as time goes by, the light in the room is getting darker and darker, the temperature is getting lower and lower, the weak Xiaobai leans on Yang Zhao's arms and is unconscious, and Yang Zhao, who is extremely injured, also feels that the heat in his body is gradually disappearing.

Vaguely remembering the warmth of a certain moment before, he instinctively raised his head and looked at the bluestones on the roof again, and suddenly found that the mottled sword marks on the stones at this time did not disappear with the night, but began to glow with a faint light.

Lu Xu's sword slashed all the powerhouses in the Netherworld back then, and the sword was stained with blood and then went up to the stone wall, and finally became today's ghost fire, but Yang Zhao clearly remembered that the ghost fire should be a relic left by a rotting corpse, and it couldn't last too long.

He squinted at the sword marks on the roof, which were getting clearer and clearer, and gradually became fascinated, and once again habitually felt these sword moves, and he completely forgot the injuries on his body and forgot to cough.

The mottled sword marks glowing with faint light began to disintegrate into dense filaments of light, and then turned around in the field of vision, as if lying on the grassland and looking at the stars overhead, beautiful and peaceful.

Suddenly, Yang Zhao felt a little more warmth in his body, this time he didn't let this feeling pass, but he didn't pay too much attention, just carefully experienced and enjoyed.

The sword marks in this space circulated in a certain pattern in his field of vision, and the warmth seemed to correspond to it, and it also began to circulate in his body, from his wrist to his neck, and the place he passed was warm and comfortable.

Yang Zhao's mind was a little dazed at this time, and he subconsciously chased after those warmth, wanting to dispel the chill on his body, and his gaze also moved slowly on those sword marks, and those traces were gradually imprinted in his sea of consciousness.

The sword marks entered his eyes, into his body, into a warm stream of air, through his wrists and many joints, into his internal organs, into some kind of substantial existence, indifferently urging him to his feet. The sword intent contained in those traces was so proud, how could it allow such despair to surrender in the face of death?

So, Yang Zhao stood up.

He tilted his head and looked at the sword marks on the roof, as if he didn't even know he was standing up.

Xiaobai woke up from his coma, shocked and speechless, looking at him standing in front of him, not knowing what was happening.

Yang Zhao raised his head and looked at the sword marks quietly, I don't know how long he looked at it, his pupils gradually became darker and darker, but they were so transparent and crystalline, looking inside, he seemed to see an endless abyss.

With a thud, he slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

He looked at the sword mark flying diagonally above his head, and took a step forward with his right foot.

He looked at a clumsy and straightforward short sword mark in the corner, and thumped his left knee down.

Looking at a flexible and round sword mark on the opposite wall, he suddenly turned around, and then swung out with a sword.

The blade of the sword buzzed, the air between the blades of the sword opened, and the wind howled in the quiet room.

I don't know when, Huang Quan also woke up from the true yuan he digested and absorbed, looked at it indifferently, and used the Yellow Spring Secret Technique to continuously absorb nearly one-third of the pure cultivation of the white lotus, his cheeks gradually plumped, and the vitality in his thin body had become extremely vigorous.

Yang Zhao was dancing his sword in the corner of the room at this time, he was focused on looking at the mottled sword marks on the walls and roof, and kept waving the long sword in his hand, not perceiving the rest of the things around him at all, as if he had inexplicably entered a deep epiphany.

Huang Quan felt that the aura in the sword marks on the walls around him was gradually passing away, and then poured into his young body, his indifferent eyes suddenly became fanatical and resentful, and he screamed bitterly: "You are dead. Do you want to come back to life with the broken sword you left behind?"

Huang Quan's cheeks, which had just plumped up, suddenly sank, and his right hand, like a ghost's claw and withered branches, pointed at Yang Zhao who was still oblivious, and it looked like he was going to kill the other party immediately at the cost of consuming essence and blood.

Xiao Bai was the first to react, forcibly supporting his weak body, and reached out behind him to hold the colorful red silk in his hand.

Bai Lian, who had been bowing her head and being silent under the withered palm of Huangquan, as if she had long since died, suddenly raised her head, her hands supporting the stone wall trembled slightly, and her cold eyes swelled with a stubborn meaning of self-abandonment.

Before looking up, Bai Lian glanced at Yang Zhao, and there was no emotion in her eyes.

At that time, Yang Zhao was holding a long long sword, waving it along the sword marks between the bluestones on the wall above his head, looking stunned and stupid, and using the sword marks to realize the swordsmanship was even more jerky and clumsy, and the whole person was like a confused idiot.

Bai Lian watched him being seriously injured by Huang Quan, and should have been paralyzed to the ground, but at this time he swung his sword, not knowing what happened to him, but vaguely guessed that he had encountered some kind of opportunity, and should be in the important process of enlightenment.

The already desperate death situation, with this opportunity that Yang Zhao encountered, finally showed a small gap, he knew that the Huangquan Demon Saint would not give Yang Zhao any chance, but he must seize this last chance.

So she began to imprison the true yuan in her body.

As the true yuan solidified, his eyes suddenly lost all color and became pale and pale, as if all the life breath and blood had been sucked up!

His pale face became extremely bright red, the blood between the corners of his eyes and nose was like flowers, and two strings of blood-like red tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the black hair scattered behind him swelled up and fluttered wildly in the air!

He was in the realm of double suppression under the law space and the powerful cultivation of the Huangquan Demon Saint, and for some reason he returned to his body, and the dark room was rippling with the unique aura of a Mahayana realm cultivator.

Although the Mahayana realm only showed a very short moment, it was drastically dimmed and depressed. It was like a weed that had been suppressed by a stone mountain, and only had time to lift the stone, and when it looked up at the clear blue sky, it was pitifully pressed back again.

The realm suddenly returned, and was suppressed again, but it did not end there, the cultivation of the Mahayana realm in his body was low, and it was not the intensity of the realm breath that was suppressed, but the result of his own solidification of the true element!

Obviously he has already broken through to the late stage of Mahayana, how can he force himself to compress the true element again? The cultivation of the world has always been to climb step by step, who will turn around and descend the mountain? Even if there are such madmen who are willing to descend to the realm by themselves, how can they do it?

What happened at this time is really incomprehensible, why did Bai Lian do this? He went through a lot of hardships to find the most suitable opportunity to enter the late Mahayana realm, why did he use this obviously very dangerous way to return to the middle Mahayana stage? What did he want to do?

The unthinkable happens the next moment.

Bai Lian raised his head and stared at the Huangquan Demon Saint, his cold eyes gushed out with a sense of mercy for self-abandonment, his face suddenly turned pale, and the realm fell directly to the middle stage of Mahayana, but a majestic and powerful aura gushed out from his body, directly breaking through the spiritual control that passed through the palm of his head, and blasted towards Huangquan's body!

The realm will never fall naturally, and it is rare in the world to hear of any cultivator who can descend on his own, but after all, the Huangquan Demon Saint is an old monster who has lived for nearly 10,000 years, and he knows his intentions when the aura on the white lotus body changes sharply.

There is a powerful demonic technique in the netherworld, this kind of demonic magic can allow the practitioner to descend on his own, once this kind of Dao method is cast, the aura contained in the realm that the practitioner originally lived in the upper level will erupt in an instant, and the powerful thoughts accumulated after decades of penance, meditation and meditation will burst out, and it will form an extremely terrifying impact.

It's just that the price to pay for this kind of Dao method is too great, and the realm that cultivators have worked so hard to achieve and advance to is even more important than their life and family, who is willing to give up once and start from scratch? Moreover, you must know that after performing this kind of Dao method, it is countless times more difficult for a practitioner to re-enter the original realm than when he first broke through the realm!

For the powerful people of the Netherworld who are qualified to contact and master this kind of demonic art, no one is willing to perform this kind of Dao method on the long path of cultivation, which is more painful and sad than asking them to die, and the temple powerhouse who uses this kind of Dao method must fall into a situation more terrible than death, which requires great courage and determination.

Today's White Lotus is already a powerful monk in the late Mahayana period, and looking at the whole world, he can undoubtedly be said to be a hegemon, but at this moment, he did not hesitate to let his realm forcibly fall from the late Mahayana stage to the middle Mahayana stage, completely ignoring the price and false name to be paid.

Because the situation he is in now is more terrifying than death, colder than the netherworld, which makes him see a glimmer of hope, so he does not hesitate to use death to fight for this opportunity, in this cold space without a trace of heaven and earth aura, what other way does he have besides burning his own realm?

Such a short distance between the late Mahayana period and the middle Mahayana period was the breath gushing out of his body like a storm at this time, and the distance between the Yellow Spring and the top of his head that was finally shaken apart!

The storm-like aura suddenly came to his body, Huang Quan's body shook slightly, and the fingers pointing at Yang Zhao trembled twice, his expression was indifferent, and he looked at the white lotus who was stubbornly looking at him, and there was no human affection in his deep eyes.

The white lotus's pale lips recited a spell, and her right hand returned to a lotus flower brand from the air, and the pure light lit up like a lamp and candle from her fingers, and the divine breath of Buddha and demon instantly occupied the entire space!

Huang Quan didn't expect that Bai Lian would also know such supreme Dao methods, and as the lotus imprint suddenly appeared, Huang Quan's palm slowly left the top of Bai Lian's head, and inch by inch seemed to be slow but seemed to be difficult to move forward.

Bai Lian didn't bow his head, he stared coldly at Huang Quan's eyes, biting his lip tightly, and blasted out all the power he had gained at the moment of descent without hesitation, trying to stop the landing of the thin palm.

He supported the ground with his hands, the filthy qi of Huangquan had been deeply stimulated into his body and mind, but the pain made him more sober and more stubborn, his thin wrists trembled violently, it seemed that he could collapse at any time like Hsinchu, but he had been stubbornly supporting his body, and his body was also trembling violently, as if he might collapse at any time, but he had been stubbornly unwilling to collapse.

The two terrifying forces inside and outside his body intersected and crushed, and blood slowly seeped out from the thin and invisible pores on his body, and then coagulated into extremely fine beads of blood.

However, it is unimaginable that the wizened palm is still falling mercilessly and coldly in the end.

Inch by inch, even though the White Lotus had already paid such a big price, and even burned the potential of the entire cultivation, the realm was still a little far away from the strength of the Huangquan Demon Saint, although it was only a small realm, it still couldn't stop the advance of the Huangquan Finger.

At the last moment, Bai Lian glanced at Yang Zhao ruthlessly with her afterglow, and began to sigh silently in her mouth.