After obtaining the inheritance of the Lord of the Dead Father, Shenyang, and practicing the "Treading the Nine Yangs in the Sky", Mo Yu officially embarked on the path of cultivation.

After Jin entered the divine realm, the Nine Yangs returned to the same place, and then the cultivation level improved, and the left and right divine Yang shadows were derived.

The altar is the foundation of the qi and blood of the body. This only divine yang is the concrete manifestation of his soul's power. Once it is broken, his entire soul will wither.

But what is strange is that there was a crack in the divine sun, and Mo Yu did not feel any discomfort at this moment.

Before he could think about it, the two phantom images on the side of the divine sun were infused with powerful power, and suddenly became solidified, emitting a strange scarlet light.

Click!

Click!

In a blink of an eye, cracks were everywhere on the divine sun, and then they collapsed with a bang. At the same time, the phantoms on both sides also shattered.

"ah!"

Mo Yu roared in pain, and his head seemed to be chiseled hard. The severe pain made him kneel on the ground with his head in his arms.

In the soul space, the broken divine sun and the two collapsed shadows merged together, turning into a viscous liquid like magma, slowly turning and changing, emitting an extremely terrifying high temperature.

The surface of the altar below melts, and complex and delicate textures emerge, constantly spreading outward.

At the same time, the sky of the entire soul world changed to a dark red color, and the inner wall became more solid as it squirmed.

It is precisely because of such a drastic change that Mo Yu suffered so much.

This is a transformation of the soul level!

Gradually, a huge dark red vortex appeared before the Divine Yang, slowly turning, emitting an ancient and vast aura. The surface of the altar below has become a layer of glazed material, and countless textures are combined to form strange runes, and the sky becomes a pure dark red color.

The entire soul space is completely reborn!

At the moment when all this was formed, two pure and powerful blood power suddenly appeared in Mo Yu's body and directly merged with his Xuanhuang bloodline.

It seems that they are of the same origin!

boom--

The violent aura erupted from Mo Yu's body, and the terrifying oppressive force caused the earth to collapse directly, giving birth to countless huge cracks crisscrossing.

Not far away, a three-eyed silver wolf, staring at it, was frightened by this breath, suddenly grabbed its tail and turned around and ran away.

Swish-

Mo Yu's eyes opened, and a dark red vortex appeared in his eyes, and it slowly dissipated after a few breaths. He lowered his head, glanced at his palm, and gently grabbed the space and made a "puff" sound, which turned out to be twisted sharply. If he tried his best, he might not be able to tear it apart.

After a brief estimate, his strength was more than twice as powerful as before, and a layer of blurred extreme boundaries appeared in Mo Yu's sensing. If that's right, this should be the maximum limit of the power he can accumulate in the king level! When he reaches this level, he has to break through the imperial level!

Whether you can get the gift of heaven then depends on your luck.

roar--

With a dragon's roar, the dragon of luck appears, and a large number of white luck merge into its body, causing its body to grow rapidly.

Two meter two.

Two zhang three.

Two feet four.

...

Three zhang!

Three zhang one!

...

In the end, it was more than three or nine feet away, only a little short of four feet away! The White-clothed Emperor and the Black-clothed Emperor are obviously holy demons and cultivators with great luck in the two realms of Abi. Only after seizing their luck can Mo Yu's luck dragon soar to such an extent!

His strength soared and his luck increased greatly. But Mo Yu did not have much joy on his face. He frowned and felt the vortex in his soul space.

What's going on?

He looked up, his eyes with deep confusion, as if he had crossed the space and fell far away.

...

Jiuxiao Shendao, Emperor Star.

Jiang Wujie suddenly opened his eyes and a smile appeared on his face, "The blood furnace has finally been turned on!"

He grew up and his invisible breath radiated, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth. "This son of me will take all the fortunes of the ancient land. By then, the general trend has been achieved, and no one can change his final destiny!"

...

The Holy Demon Realm, the Tower of the Sky, the tower is 99,900 floors high!

On the highest level, the old man in white robe sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, and a white lotus on his eyebrows, which shone with crystal light from time to time.

His body was thin and not very tall, but when he sat at this moment, he felt very tall... as high as the sky!

Suddenly, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and the white lotus crystal light between his eyebrows was shining. The majestic momentum broke out of his body, as if he wanted to break the entire world.

"What exactly is it that makes me alert in my mind." The old man suddenly raised his hand and waved his hand in front of him, as if he wanted to dispel the fog.

A picture appears in the fluctuations of space, but it is dark and you can't see everything clearly.

The old man frowned even tighter, his eyes were full of light. He suddenly raised his hand and pointed it out. The dark shadow suddenly appeared layer by layer, and something was faintly revealed, but it was a little worse after all.

"The demons shine and lotus, dispel the mystery!"

While drinking, the white lotus between his eyebrows slowly turned, and a faint crystal light shot into the shadow of the picture.

Click!

As if he could not bear this power, the shadow of the map was shattered directly, but before that, the old man captured a ray of breath.

"Ancient land!" He spoke in a low voice, his eyes flashing with a strange color.

...

Avici, hell.

This is a place where vitality is extinct, and all it has is pure breath of hell. If a monk enters it, his mind will be attacked by the breath of hell and turns into an evil ghost. Of course, if the mind is firm and unmoved, he can use the breath of hell to temper his soul will, and he is more likely to master the power of hell and his strength will increase greatly.

Every year, millions of monks enter, and a large part of them never leave... This is the burial place for the weak, and it is also the cradle of the birth of the strong!

In the deepest part of hell, a black palace stands quietly. This is the forbidden area for monks, and even monks of heaven cannot get here.

But over the past billions of years, there are people who can do things that ordinary people cannot do, break the shackles and step into the forbidden zone.

All of these people stepped into the palace and never left again.

Leng Qianqiu, the strongest genius of the Leng family, broke into the abyss of hell for seven times, finally surpassed the limit, and was able to enter the Black Palace, and live on the first floor of the hall as the ninth disciple under the teacher.

At this moment, he suddenly woke up from his cultivation, stood up and saluted respectfully, "See the teacher!"

Ripples appeared in the void, and one of the backs could be vaguely seen, "Qianqiu, I noticed that there will be strange signs in the ancient land. Are you willing to temporarily entrust your cultivation to enter it?"

Leng Qianqiu's eyes flashed slightly, showing a look of surprise. He practiced for thousands of years and entered the realm of heaven. His qualifications were as good as those of ancient powers, but he was extremely respectful to his teacher and did not dare to be disrespectful. He could actually make the teacher feel...

He bowed and bowed, "Disciple is willing to share the worries of the teacher!"

"Ten years later, I will send you into the ancient times." The words fell, and the space returned to its original state.

...

Mountain belly stone cave.

Mo Yu opened his eyes, and with a "click", two pieces of wild petrol in his hand turned into powder and sprinkled.

Without pause, he picked up two pieces from his face and closed his eyes to absorb the power of the wilderness.

At this moment, a beast roar suddenly remembered. Mo Yu opened his eyes and his figure appeared in a void space.

His face was calm, without any panic, and he whispered: "Is this the Beast God Space?"

Refining the wild stones and tempering the body, there is still some of the power in it that will lurk in the body of the monk. When the accumulation reaches a certain level, it will stimulate the space of the beast god.

At that time, a monk will project into it, endure the pressure of the beast god and enhance the power of the soul.

Suddenly, a huge figure appeared in front of Mo Yu slightly twisted.

Its body is thousands of miles high, with a vast and powerful pressure like a majesty and prison, instantly filling the entire space. But what is strange is that it is right in front of you, but you can't see its figure clearly, or you can't remember it clearly.

But at this moment, Mo Yu had no time to take care of this. He groaned and his body trembled slightly.

The powerful oppressive force acted on his shoulders, like the entire star, and wanted to completely crush him.

The test has begun. The longer you persist, the more rewards you will get.

Mo Yu would not miss any opportunity to improve his cultivation. It seems like a lot in ten years, but for a cultivator of his level, it was just a blink of an eye.

If you don’t want to be killed and dissipated between heaven and earth, you have to become stronger, become stronger, and continue to become stronger!

He moved his feet and took a step forward!

Even if he stays in place, the pressure of the beast god will continue to increase. In comparison, Mo Yu is willing to take the initiative to move forward.

Step 2.

Step 3.
To be continued...