Beast

The coercion of the silvery sky is extremely powerful, softening the rigidity, almost using all the strength, and the speed cannot compete with it at all.

Turning hardness into softness, turning the strength of the physical body into softness, even the waving of the purple wings is very gentle, but it still doesn't work.

Yang Qing didn't know whether it was because he was not "soft" enough, or because he was unwilling to accept the pressure of the silver sky.

Seeing this scene, he felt very anxious and felt powerless to come to the conclusion that he could not resist the pressure of the sky. However, once Yang Qing was sure of something, he would not give up easily. At this time, he also felt that he was determined.

If you are powerless, it will be futile to continue trying.

"This pressure is really weird!"

His expression was full of reluctance, and he looked at the silver-white sky with hatred. He came into contact with the pressure twice and became somewhat aware of it.

This kind of coercion only applies to people who are close to the silver-white sky, and is not affected at all when they are far away from the sky. This kind of pressure is the same whether it is applied to living creatures or dead things, not to mention the pressure directed at the soul.

The force of the counter-shock is stronger than the force of the collision. This alone is really terrifying, and besides, this is just the horizon.

After thinking about this, Yang Qing turned over his hand and took out a fragment that looked like the tip of a knife or the tip of a pen. This fragment looked different from the silver-white sky.

But when he took it into his hand, the fragment moved slightly and was pulled inexplicably, and then it returned to calm.

Yang Qing believed that the fragment must be connected with the silver-white sky. Not to mention its slight movement, the rebound force of the fragment was very similar to that of the sky.

Some magic weapons, magic weapons and some defensive barriers can counterattack, but their counterattack power will not exceed 50% of the attack they can withstand. A powerful magic weapon that can counterattack 50% of the attack must be strong, and Silver Sky

, the blade-like fragments will at least repulse all attacks. If the force of the impact is too strong, the repulsion force will exceed the attack it withstands.

Abnormal movements and counter-shocks are enough to show that there must be a connection between the two.

"Is it a fragment of the sky?"

He hoped again in his heart, maybe the fragment in his hand could help him return to the Abyss of Regret.

The purple wings fluttered slightly, and Yang Qing slowly moved forward again. After approaching the invisible wall that had been shaken away twice, he first explored the fragments.

His hands were calm, but his heart was very nervous.

"Huh?", the feeling of tension became stronger, and then there was joy.

The fragments actually ignored the pressure of the sky and the invisible wall, just as if they were sticking out normally.

Such a scene was both expected and unexpected.

After the fragment penetrated into the place where he hit the wall several times, there was no reaction. It was not blocked, the fragment did not rebound, and it did not shatter like an arrow from a medium-grade magic weapon.

Surprised in my heart, I slowly pushed my body towards the invisible wall.

As a result, his palms were still blocked.

Yang Qing's face suddenly darkened, and he refused to give up. He pressed his body against it and squeezed inward with hardness and softness. But what followed was pressure directed at his soul, "Zheng, Zheng", two words

The chilling sounds sounded indiscriminately.

Was shaken away again.

With his face as heavy as water, Yang Qing quickly landed on the top of the mountain and fell into deep concentration.

After touching for about an hour.

"boom!"

The purple wings fluttered angrily, the wind suddenly rose, and the rocks rolled, Yang Qing with a cold expression rushed forward at high speed.

There was another roar, and the extremely rushing figure came to an abrupt stop. The substantial air wave that was set off was eliminated by two chilling sounds. The fragments in the hands were not blocked, and the figure was completely blocked and could not enter at all.

"Ouch..."

After transforming into a beast, Yang Qing, who was already violent, became extremely furious. He roared like dragons and howled like thunder, and struck like thunder.

Still useless.

The distance of ten feet is like a chasm.

Yang Qing was still unwilling to give in. He quickly flashed his body and changed the location to charge again!

"boom!"

"boom!"

…

In just one stick of incense, Yang Qing's body returned to normal, and his expression was already languid. He was sitting cross-legged and absorbed in concentration in an ordinary shallow cave. Not only did Zunpin Kunhun need to recuperate, but his mind also needed to be comforted. After a few changes,

I tried ten places, but still couldn't get in. Not only that, but I also found that as the height of the sky increases, it becomes harder to get closer to the sky.

When you are on the top of the mountain where you kill the demonic golden lion mastiff beast, you can rise to less than ten feet away from the entrance of Hui Lin Yuan.

However, after moving to a higher place in the sky, when the distance to the entrance of Hui Lin Yuan was only eleven or two feet, he encountered pressure directed at his soul and could not get any closer.

As the sky gets higher, the distance becomes fifteen feet, twenty feet...

In this way, if it is impossible to return to Huilinyuan from the place where it originally fell, it will be impossible to go anywhere else.

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

In the past, he did not want to be disappointed, so he always tried in the future. Even when he broke through to the late stage of Dingling, he never came here, because he felt that even if he could return to Hui Linyuan with the late stage of Dingling, would smashing the rock wall cause Yufeng Sect to

The attention of the disciples is unknown.

After breaking through to the realm of reality, refining the essence and blood of Ziyu Peng, and thoroughly understanding the Taoist mark contained in Suxue Breath, I tried it, thinking that as long as I returned to Hui Lin Yuan, I would be halfway there.

Unexpectedly, even returning to Hui Linyuan would not be possible.

After saying Xu.

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

After saying that, he instantly transformed into a beast and darted out in a flash.

The purple wings flew into the air at extremely high speeds. Without much effort, they landed near an ordinary hilltop. After returning to normal, they walked quickly towards a valley.

There is a small tribe in the valley, which only has more than a hundred monks.

The small tribe here is shrouded in the illusory array, but Yang Qing is a monk in the realm of reality, and his soul is a noble Kunhun. His spiritual consciousness is not confused by the illusory array, but he only feels a little stagnant.

This illusory formation cannot stop Yang Qing from entering and exiting the tribe.

However, he did not enter directly. Instead, he lured out the tribe's guards and entered the transaction normally.

The transaction that I came to the small tribe to do was to exchange pure spiritual stones for spiritual stones contaminated by the underworld, and then sell the unused magic weapons and other things, and take a look to see if there were any available cultivation resources.

At this time, there are nearly 20,000 spiritual stones in the Zi Mansion, all of which are pure spiritual stones. If they are all exchanged, they can be exchanged for at least 40,000 spiritual stones that are tainted by the underworld.

Yang Qing couldn't exchange all the spirit stones in one tribe. There were many small tribes in the world, so he decided to exchange only one thousand pieces in each tribe. At this time, he was in a serious bad mood, so he had to exchange two pure spirit stones.

Five spiritual stones tainted by the underworld.

He also planned to purify the spiritual stone with the Underworld Stone, exchange it with various tribes, and feed the Blood-Suppressing Breath with the evil spirit in the ingested Underworld Qi, so that it would stay at the horizon for some time.

Without taking off his war fur, he entered the tribe with a slightly gloomy look.

Although it was two for five, the monks in the tribe still rushed to exchange it. Some monks felt that it was not appropriate to exchange five yuan for two yuan, and they made a lot of noise.

There were also monks who looked coldly at Yang Qing up and down, sneered, and kept staring at Yang Qing without trying to redeem it, not hiding the greed in their eyes.

Yang Qing looked unkind and was too lazy to respond.

Back then, when my cultivation level was not high and my strength was insufficient, I would dare to exchange for spiritual stones, let alone now.

In such a small tribe, the monks in the early stage of Ding Ling are already advanced in cultivation. They have very few spiritual stones. There are very few monks who can exchange hundreds of pure spiritual stones at a time. Most of them exchange for 20 or 30 pieces, and some only exchange for one piece.

of.

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

After the thousand pieces of pure spiritual stones were exchanged, Yang Qing stopped exchanging them and turned to leave, turning a deaf ear to the dissatisfaction and even verbal threats of some monks.

A Reality Transformation monk who is not weak in strength can fight against ten monks who are approaching the final stage of Dingling without losing.

You won't fall into a disadvantage.

Compared with the Realization Realm monks at the same level, Yang Qing's strength is neither stronger nor weaker.

There are only more than a hundred monks in such a small tribe, and there are very few monks in the Dingling realm. Yang Qing is confident that even if all the monks in this tribe rush forward, they will not be able to hurt him at all, even if some low-level monks are as strong as Dingling.

Spiritual realm.

Of course, if there are powerful Realization Realm monks in such small tribes, it is a different matter.

Therefore, each tribe can only redeem one thousand pure spiritual stones.

Soon, Yang Qing walked out of the tribe, followed by fifteen or six monks with ferocious looks. Most of them were Zifu cultivators, and there were also a few body cultivators whose bodies exuded the aura of underworld energy. Their bodies were strong and their strength was not high.

Weak, there is also a monk in the Dingling realm.

Following Yang Qing, you can imagine what happened.

In the past, with his peaceful surname, he would definitely have been unwilling to argue with these low-level monks. He relied on his speed to quickly get rid of a few of them. Although the various killings in Purgatory did not require any reason at all,

But not too contaminated.

At this time, the possibility of returning to Huilinyuan and leaving purgatory became very slim. Although his mind had been calmed down, his anger and murderous intention were still aroused.

Not fast, get away from the tribe quickly.

In a short time, fifteen and six monks surrounded Yang Qing.

"Boy, quickly take out your robes and all the items in Zifu. I can still spare your life, sir, otherwise, huh!"

A tall man who was over eight feet tall, tall and thick-set, with a thick beard on his face, shook the ink-colored Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand, and shouted with a ferocious look on his face.

Among the group of people, the only monk in the early stage of Ding Ling weighed the golden dagger in his hand, sighed with regret and said, "I told you at the time, one for one is better, you suffer a little loss, so that everyone can

Happy, if you listened, why would you have to do this now? Hey, I can only blame you for not knowing the current affairs, being too greedy, and being too crazy!"

"Hey, boy, look at you, you have a lot of pure spiritual stones. How many more are there? Take them out and I will help you to beg for mercy and spare your life."

A kind-hearted little old man, with his hands folded behind his back, seemed to be very well-intentioned.

…

Obviously these monks were very blind and did not recognize that Yang Qing was a monk in the realm of reality, nor did they recognize that the war fur was a robe.

In addition to these fifteen or six monks, there are still more than twenty monks with various cultivation levels watching from a distance. If it is feasible, they will rush forward in a hurry, how can they take advantage of others.

Yang Qing's face was as dark as 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 chat with you!" As he spoke, he instantly transformed into a beast, and Ziyi and Ziwei responded.

When he came out, he saw that the faces of these monks changed drastically, and some of them were about to run away in fear, so he showed no mercy at all.

The purple-gold color flashed and was released at a furious speed. No magic weapon was taken out, and it was all cut by the purple wings.

Sweeping through the air, in the blink of an eye, the fifteen and six people were killed by Ziyi before they could escape even a few steps, and their belongings were also put away.

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

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

The number of spiritual stones in Yang Qing's Zifu has reached one hundred thousand... (To be continued.)