readx; The edge of the sky is the most barren place of purgatory, because it is the edge of the sky, very close to the silver-white sky, so it is barren. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The horizon is barren, **resources are very rare, and the lack of **resources restricts the progress of cultivation, and because most of the monks who have achieved something will rush to the depths of purgatory, go to the larger tribes to settle down, and obtain sufficient **resources.

On the edge of the sky, monks in the late stage of Soul Fixation are rare, and reality realm monks are rare.

With a wingspan of nearly seven zhang of purple wings, Yang Qing's speed in the air was extremely fast, and in a flash of purple and gold, the distance of a hundred zhang was already galloping.

He had gone from the tribe of thousands of people in the past to the tribe that depended on the Fire Crane clan, but it took him a long time, and now he has returned to the Abyss, not only the speed of flight is extremely fast, and there is no disadvantage of the terrain, and the path is easy to identify, so that the work of Xu Xu will arrive near the Abyss of Repentance.

Along the way, I explored a little and found that many small tribes on the horizon here have changed greatly.

The attack between tribes and the attack of demon beasts make it difficult for small tribes to survive for a long time.

Some tribes that have gone to exchange spirit stones no longer exist, Yang Qing, who was a little apprehensive in his heart at this moment, couldn't help but sigh, purple wings micro array, standing in the air, thinking, try it first, and then think about the matter of spirit stones, lest after exchanging spirit stones, get into trouble and delay returning to the abyss of repentance.

After all, the spirit stones that are intended to be exchanged are not a small amount, and it is easy to cause conflicts, and ordinary Soul Determination Realm monks are not hindered, if they lead to a stronger Reality Transformation Realm monk, it is still possible to escape by relying on speed, but it will definitely hinder him from returning to the Confession Abyss, it is better to find out the situation first, and then make a plan to be safe.

Thinking about it, Purple Wing shook and galloped away.

Soon, it was the peak that fell from the abyss of repentance and met the fierce demon golden lion mastiff, the bare head of this mountain peak is only thirty or forty zhang high from the edge of the abyss of repentance, with today's strength, such a height can be jumped up, but what, the sky has an inexplicable coercion, and the strength of the jump is insufficient, Yang Qing knows that he can't touch it by jumping, but at this moment, he has purple wings after the beast, and he doesn't need to rely on jumping.

"Maybe it can be done!"

Yang Qing's expression was slightly abrupt, and he muttered, and the expectation in his heart became more and more intense.

It's been more than 50 years, and when I tried it for the first time, I can imagine the apprehension and expectation in my heart.

After speaking, the sonorous sound of 'Qiang Qiang' resounded continuously, the wings like knives and swords kept spreading and closing, the fists were clenched, the purple wings were furious, the wind suddenly rose, and the body was like a crossbow arrow from the string to the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it rose to about 10 feet.

"The coercion is not strong!"

Yang Qing's heart was slightly happy, rising for more than ten zhang, there was only a faint coercion, which had almost no effect on the speed of the rise, and secretly felt that this was a very good sign, and if it went on like this, it would not take too much effort to enter the Confession Abyss.

"Woohoo!"

Purple wings were waving with all their might, and the wind was blowing.

The wind swept in all directions from the rapidly rising figure, and although the wind was not muddy, it was visible to the naked eye, and the wind that was raised by the wave of the purple wings could completely stop a waist-thick tree from blowing it.

Even if it is nearly ten zhang away from the mountain, it is also some scattered gravel blown and tumbling, and the slightly loose rocks are like scraping off a layer of skin.

Yang Qing was rising extremely fast, feeling that although the coercion of the sky had increased, it was not very obvious.

He liked such a scene very much,

The wind swept away, and it had risen close to thirty zhang, no more than ten zhang away from the entrance of the repentant abyss, and it felt like it was mired in a quagmire at the moment, but its strength was strong, and the purple wings shook the sky, and the speed of the rise was not reduced much.

In front of him was an incomparably huge ravine, as if tearing a wound in the sky, and the silver-white light near the ravine could not hide the pitch black color of the cave.

Regret is in the abyss, as if it is close at hand, as if it can be touched at any time.

At this time, Yang Qing seemed to be in the abyss of repentance.

However, at this moment, less than ten zhang away from the abyss of repentance, Yang Qing, who was rising rapidly, seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and his rising figure came to an abrupt end, and his heart, which was originally full of surprise and expectation, sank to the bottom.

An irresistible coercion pointed directly at the soul, and in a trance, it seemed as if the body had lost control.

"Boom!", where the suddenly known figure hit, a substantial wave of qi swayed, squeezing and sweeping away.

"Zheng, Zheng!"

The two sounds of slaughter resounded almost in no particular order.

The sound of the killing was not loud, but it was unusually clear.

The first sound of slaughter sounded under the coercion of the spirit and qualification of the venerable Kun soul, and the second was emitted by the prisoner bull battle soul under the attraction of the venerable Kun soul.

In comparison, the second one smelled even stronger, but there was still a complete gap compared to when the Decay Water Purification Lotus was weakened in the Wangxian Sea.

"Boom!"

The two sounds of slaughter crushed the waves of essence qi that had not swept far away, and instantly returned to calm.

However, it had no effect on the coercion of the silver-white sky.

Yang Qing seemed to have received a great force of shock, like a big bird shot down by a giant arrow, falling downward, without needing to ** vertically, the blood breath instantly spread throughout the body, absorbing the power of the shock borne by the body.

He was still struck by the force he used to rise at a rapid pace.

Especially the Venerable Kun Soul, it suddenly seemed to be sluggish, and it was one thing to urge the spirit and qualification to kill, but the main thing was to be suppressed by the sky.

The Venerable Soul is as if it is under attack.

Yang Qing's slightly depressed expression was full of horror, and he waved his purple wings with a 'woo-boom' sound when he fell at great speed, and the speed of his fall decreased sharply, and with a 'bang', he fell safely on the bare mountain.

His face was slightly pale, and he looked at the silver-white sky above him incredulously, and the remorse that was like a monster's giant mouth.

"How can this be!"

He muttered to himself, horrified and disappointed.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes slightly, and stand on the top of the hill to recover.

If there is no courage to kill, Rao is Venerable Kun Soul is strong, or it may be damaged under the pressure of the suddenly surging firmament, at this time, the Venerable Kun Soul appears to be sluggish, and his mood fluctuations are too drastic, and he needs to recover.

Don't think about it, try to calm down, and then concentrate on it.

After about an hour, the Venerable Kun Soul returned to normal.

"The coercion is too strong, no, you have to try!"

With sharp eyes flickering, Yang Qing looked at the sky above, and said to himself a little fiercely, before jumping into purgatory, he sensed the existence of coercion in the silver-white sky, but he didn't expect the coercion to be so strong, so strong that it was impossible to resist.

But you won't just give up, don't try a few times, how can you be willing!

Before, with the softening of rigidity, almost used all his strength, and used the speed of rise to the extreme, thinking that he wanted to rely on the extremely fast rise, try to rush to the abyss of regret first, but he didn't expect the strong power of the shock to directly shake him down, if it wasn't for the protection of the blood, he would be injured under the power of the shock.

At this time, I realized that this would not work, maybe in the future, the physical body is strong enough, the speed of rise is faster, and the strength is stronger, but at this time, the strength of the physical body is far from meeting the requirements, so I have to try another way.

Since it doesn't work hard to rush, try to be soft and soft.

As soon as the purple wings shook, Yang Qing rose from the ground, the speed was not fast, and he stayed more than ten zhang away from the entrance of the Confession Abyss, almost rising slowly, and the feeling of being like a deep quagmire hit, and he continued to rise slowly without thinking.

"Humph!"

Yang Qing snorted angrily, and his outstretched palm seemed to touch an extremely hard rock wall.

Without retreating, with rigidity and softness, the strength of the flesh became soft.

What he is walking is the path of sole destruction, and the mutual transformation of rigidity and softness comes from the consummation of rigidity and softness, and the words of softening the rigid are in line with the realm of his progress in the realm of transformation at this time, and he can bring out the path of exaltation and destruction, and if he turns into softness and softness, he is the first to enter the realm of reality, and has not yet comprehended the path of the realm.

With rigidity and softness, he can't play his strength.

"Whew!"

The purple wings cast like purple gold are very light when they wave, and even the wind that has just been brought up has calmed down, like a breeze, very soft.

The figure slowly rose, and the palms of the hands were still blocked beyond the invisible walls.

Yang Qing was unwilling, withdrew the protection of the blood breath, re-diffused in the blood, and continued to rise slowly, and finally half of his body was already pasted on the invisible wall, still not entering the slightest, and the powerful pressure that pointed directly at the soul followed.

"Zheng, Zheng!"

Two sounds of slaughter sounded almost simultaneously.

Under the strong coercion, Yang Qing was in a slight trance, his expression was fierce, and he still wanted to squeeze into the invisible wall under the coercion that he couldn't resist.

"Bang!", with a muffled sound, Yang Qing was shaken away, even if he was not shaken away by the invisible wall, he could no longer bear the pressure of the sky.

"Groaning ......"

The muffled thunder rolled, the thunder exploded, and the dragon's roar and the tiger's roar resounded.

The rocks on the top of the mountain nearly thirty zhang away at the foot were shaken and cracked, but after the dragon roared and the tiger roared into the invisible wall, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and the edge of the silver-white rock-like shape of the penitential linyuan, which was less than ten zhang away, was not affected by the sound attack.

Yang Qing's expression was slightly sluggish, and he was even more angry, violent and unwilling.

The edge of the abyss of repentance was less than ten feet away from him.

Ten zhang, an insignificant distance.

But the distance of ten zhang almost cut off the possibility of returning to the abyss of repentance, and the hatred and anxiety in my heart were unusually violent.

"Not for the living, but not for the dead"

Talking to himself fiercely, he thought about it quickly, and his body fell slightly as he spoke, and he took out the Moon Invitation Bow and a medium-grade magic weapon arrow that he hadn't used for a long time.

At this time, it feels like a deep quagmire, but the bow is not affected, and when the bow is opened to the full moon, when the fingers that clasp the bowstring are suddenly relaxed, both the bowstring and the arrow are greatly hindered, such as an inexplicable force preventing the bowstring from returning to its original position, preventing the arrow from galloping towards the sky.

"Whoosh!"

However, the arrows of the medium-grade magic weapon still broke through the air.

When it shot into the invisible wall, it suddenly stopped, only to hear a 'click', and the arrow of the medium-grade magic weapon shattered into dozens of fragments, and when the dozens of fragments fell downward, it was as usual, not broken again, nor hindered by inexplicable power...... (To be continued.) )