The coercion of the silver-white sky was extremely strong, softening the rigidity, and almost using all its strength and speed failed to compete with the slightest.

With rigidity and softness, the strength of the flesh turns into softness, even the wave of the purple wings is very gentle, but it still can't work.

Yang Qing didn't know if it was because of the lack of 'softness', or because the coercion of the silver-white sky was because of the softness and hardness.

Seeing this scene, his heart was very anxious, and he felt powerless to come to a conclusion, that is, the coercion of the sky was not something he could resist, Rao is Yang Qing would not give up easily once he recognized something, and at this time he also felt powerless, and it was just futile to try again.

"This coercion is really weird!"

His expression was full of unwillingness, and he looked at the silver-white sky with hatred, and he came into contact with coercion twice, and knew a little about it.

This kind of coercion is only against the silver-white sky, and when it is far away from the sky, it is not affected in the slightest, whether it is for living things or dead things, it is the same, not to mention the coercion that is directed at the soul, the force of the shock is stronger than the force of the body rushing away, and this alone is really terrifying, and this is only the edge of the world.

Thinking of this, Yang Qing turned his hand and took out a fragment that looked like the tip of a knife and a pen, which looked different from the silver-white sky.

But when it was taken into his hand, the fragment moved slightly, and it was inexplicably pulled, and then it regained its calm.

Yang Qing thought in his heart that the fragment must have a connection with the silver-white firmament, not to mention its slight movement, that is, the anti-shock power of the fragment was very similar to the firmament.

Some magic weapons, magic weapons and some defensive enchantments can be shocked, but their anti-shock power will not exceed 50% of the attack, and the attack that can resist 50% needs to be a strong magic weapon. And the silver-white sky, the fragments like the tip of a knife, at the very least, are all the attacks of the shock, if the force of the impact is too strong, the force of the counterattack will exceed the attack it bears.

Abnormal movement and anti-shock, this is enough to show that there must be a connection between the two.

"Is it a fragment of the firmament?"

I hope again, maybe the fragments in his hand can help him return to the abyss of repentance.

The purple wings vibrated slightly, and Yang Qing slowly leaned forward again, and after approaching the formless and massless wall that had been shaken away twice, he first probed the debris.

Hands are steady. I was very nervous.

"Huh?". The more nervous it is, the more joy it ensues.

The fragments ignored the coercion of the firmament and the invisible walls, as if they were poking out as usual.

Such a scene. In his anticipation. And unexpectedly.

After the debris reached into the place where he hit the wall several times. There was no reaction, neither hindered, nor the debris backshocked. It didn't shatter like a medium-grade magic weapon arrow.

Surprised in his heart, he slowly squeezed his body towards the invisible wall.

As a result, his palms are still blocked.

Yang Qing's face sank suddenly, he refused to give up, he pasted his body and squeezed it inward with rigidity and softness, but what followed was the coercion that pointed directly at the soul, "Zheng, Zheng", the two murderous intentions sounded in no particular order.

Shaken away again.

His face sank like water, and Yang Qing quickly landed on the top of the mountain, entering into a state of concentration.

About an hour later.

"Boom!"

The purple wings vibrated angrily, the wind rose suddenly, and the rocks rolled, and Yang Qing, who looked cold, rushed up quickly.

There was another roar, and Ji Chong's figure stopped abruptly, and the substantial qi wave set off was crushed by two solemn sounds, and the fragments in his hand were not blocked, and his body was completely blocked out, and he was not allowed to enter a single bit.

"Groaning ......"

After the beastification, Yang Qing, who was already violent, was furious, and the dragon roared and the tiger roared, like a muffled thunder rolling, like a thunderbolt exploding.

Still useless.

The distance of ten zhang is like a moat.

Yang Qing was still unwilling, his body flashed quickly, and he changed the location and rushed up again!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

......

After a stick of incense, Yang Qing's body returned to normal, his expression was already depressed, and he was engrossed on his knees in an ordinary shallow cave, not only did the Venerable Kun Soul need to recuperate, but his mind also urgently needed to be appeased, and he tried to change dozens of places, but the result was still not allowed to enter, not only that, but he also found that as the height of the sky increased, it became more difficult to approach the sky.

When slaying the Demon Golden Lion Mastiff on the top of the mountain, it can rise to less than ten zhang from the entrance of the Repentant Abyss.

However, after changing to a higher place in the sky, when the distance between him and the entrance of the Confession Abyss was eleven or two zhang, he encountered the coercion that pointed directly at the soul, and he could not get any closer.

As the sky rises, the distance becomes fifteen or twenty zhang......

In this way, if you can't return to the abyss of repentance from the place where you fell at the beginning, you can't go anywhere else.

This made Yang Qing impatient, annoyed, and secretly discouraged.

In the past, he didn't want to be disappointed, so he always tried in the future, even when he broke through to the late stage of Fixation, he didn't want to come here, because he felt that even if he could return to the Confession Abyss with the help of the late stage of Fixation, it was unknown whether he could smash the rock wall to attract the attention of the disciples of the Imperial Wind Sect.

After breaking through to the realm of transformation, refining Zi Yupeng's essence blood, and thoroughly comprehending the Dao Law imprint contained in the blood breath, he tried it, thinking that as long as he returned to the abyss of repentance, he would become half.

Unexpectedly, even if I returned to the abyss, I couldn't do it.

After the day.

Yang Qing woke up from his meditation, his expression was as usual, and he said to himself, "My strength is still too weak, I must do everything possible to enhance my strength!"

After speaking, he instantly turned into a beast, and his figure flashed out quickly.

The purple wings shook the sky, and the speed was extremely fast, and it didn't take much effort to fall near an ordinary mountain, and after the body returned to normal, it walked quickly towards a valley.

There was a small tribe in the valley, and its size was no more than a hundred monks.

The small tribe here is shrouded in the phantom array, but Yang Qing is a cultivator of the reality realm, and his soul is a high-grade Kun soul, and his divine sense is not confused by the phantom array, but he only feels slightly stagnant.

This kind of phantom array couldn't stop Yang Qing from entering and leaving the tribe.

But it didn't go straight in, but led out the guards of the tribe and entered the trade normally.

The transaction made by the small tribe was to exchange the pure spirit stones for the spirit stones that were tainted by the dark qi, and then sell the magic weapons that could not be used. Take a look by the way to see if there are any cultivation resources available, etc.

At this time, there are nearly 20,000 spirit stones in the Purple Mansion, all of which are pure spirit stones, and if they are all exchanged, they can be exchanged for at least 40,000 spirit stones that are tainted by the dark qi.

Yang Qing couldn't exchange all the spirit stones in one tribe, there were many small tribes in the sky, and he decided that each tribe would only exchange a thousand pieces, and at this time, his mood was seriously bad, so he wanted to exchange two pure spirit stones for five spirit stones that were tainted by the dark qi.

And he plans to purify the spirit stone with the spirit stone, and exchange it in various tribes. Feed the blood with the evil qi in the ingested dark qi. This will stay on the edge of the horizon for some time.

He did not take off his war coat, and entered the tribe with a slightly gloomy face.

Despite the fact that it was two for five, the monks in the tribe still competed for the first exchange, and some monks felt that it was not appropriate to exchange five dollars for two pieces. Loud and noisy.

There were also monks who looked at Yang Qing coldly. The sneer continued. I didn't exchange it, but I kept an eye on it, and the greed in my eyes was not hidden.

Yang Qing's face was not good, and he didn't bother to take care of it.

Back then, when the cultivation was not high and the strength was insufficient, they dared to exchange for spirit stones. And so much more so at this time.

In such a small tribe, the monks in the early stage of Dingling are already considered to have advanced cultivation, and they have very few spirit stones, and there are very few monks who exchange a hundred pure spirit stones at a time, most of them are exchanged for twenty or thirty pieces, and some only exchange for one.

No matter how much or less, except for those noisy monks, Yang Qing will exchange them with them.

After the 1,000 pure spirit stones were redeemed, Yang Qing stopped exchanging them and turned to leave, turning a deaf ear to the dissatisfaction and even verbal threats of some monks.

A monk who is not weak in the realm of transformation can fight against ten monks who are approaching the late stage of Soul Fixing without falling behind, and a monk who is approaching the late stage of Soul Fixation, such as the original battle, will not fall into disadvantage against ten mid-stage Soul Fixing monks.

Compared with the Reality Transformation Realm cultivators of the same realm, Yang Qing's strength was only strong and not weak.

There were only more than a hundred monks in such a small tribe, and there were very few monks in the Spirit Determination Realm, Yang Qing was confident that even if all the monks in this tribe rushed up, they would not hurt him in the slightest, even if the strength of some low-level monks could be comparable to the Spirit Determination Realm.

Of course, if there are powerful reality realm cultivators in such a small tribe, it is a different matter.

Therefore, each tribe only exchanged for a thousand pure spirit stones.

Soon, Yang Qing walked out of the tribe, followed by fifteen or six fierce-looking monks, most of whom cultivated in the Purple Mansion, and there were also a few body cultivators with the aura of the underworld, the body was strong, the strength was not weak, and there was even a monk in the Spirit Determination Realm.

Following behind Yang Qing, it is conceivable what happened.

If it was in the past, with his peaceful temperament, he would definitely not want to deal with these low-level monks, and relying on his speed, he quickly threw off a few people, although it was said that all kinds of killings in Purgatory did not need a reason at all, but it was not contaminated too much.

At this time, the possibility of returning to the abyss of repentance and leaving purgatory has become very small, and although the mood has been calmed down, anger and killing intent still arise as soon as possible.

Not fast, quickly away from the tribe.

It didn't take long for the fifteenth and sixth monks to surround Yang Qing in the middle.

"Boy, hurry up and take out all the robes and all the items in the Purple Mansion, uncle, I can spare your life, otherwise, hum!"

A big man who was more than eight feet tall, five big and three thick, and his face was full of thick scum, shook the ink-colored Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, and shouted with a murderous face.

Among the group, the only monk in the early stage of the spirit fixation period weighed the golden dagger in his hand, sighed regretfully and said, "I told you at the time, one for one is better, you suffer a loss, so that everyone can be happy, if you listen, why bother here, hey, I can only blame you for not knowing the times, too greedy, too crazy!"

"Eh, boy, look at you have a lot of pure spirit stones, how many more, take them out, I'll help you intercede and spare your life"

A kind-eyed little old man, with his hands clasped behind his back, seemed to be very kind,

......

Obviously, these monks were very clumsy, and they didn't recognize Yang Qing as a reality realm monk, nor did they recognize Zhan Qiu as a magic robe.

In addition to these fifteen or six monks, there are still more than 20 monks of various cultivation levels who are watching from a distance, and if it is feasible, they will also rush up, how can they cheapen others.

Yang Qing's face sank like water, his voice was low and hoarse, and he said, "I still have more than 20,000 spirit stones, but I can't give them to you, and I don't want to rap with you!", as he spoke, he instantly turned into a beast, and the purple wings and purple tails came out in response, seeing that the faces of these monks changed greatly, and even more monks wanted to flee in fear, but he didn't have a little softness.

The purple-gold flashed, and the speed was released violently, and no magic weapon was taken out, all of which were cut by the purple wings.

The volley swept through the air, and in an instant, the fifteen and six were killed by Purple Wing before they could escape a few steps, and their respective belongings were also put away.

The purple gold flashed again, and Yang Qing had already galloped away, leaving only more than twenty monks who were stunned in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days of work have passed.

The spirit stones in Yang Qing's Purple Mansion have reached 100,000...... (To be continued......)