~： Five hundred forty-nine. The transformation of man and sword

(One more)

With a swish, Yang Ming led Hu Liena's figure into the white light curtain.

As soon as you step into this space, you feel like you have walked into another world.

There is endless whiteness in front of me, every place and every inch of space, without exception, reminds people of a word.

"It's as if the birds are thrown into the forest, and the white land is really clean!"

This piece of space has special rules. Any force will be suppressed by a stronger force. Even Yang Ming's reincarnation eyes are dull and painful. After a stalemate for a while, it is finally forced to return to its most primitive state.

Yang Ming was secretly surprised in his heart. This power has surpassed the level of Peerless Douluo, and has even become extraordinary, reaching the point where mortals need to look up. It is only the little shadow of power that the **** left in the world at the beginning to create it. This space.

Here, Yang Ming couldn't use any strength all over his body, the only feeling was coldness.

Like a fish on a chopping board, it can be killed.

When the two broke into this space, the surrounding ice-cold aura seemed to smell the fishy piranhas, frantically surging from all around, condensing towards their bodies.

The biting icy cold is not the sudden drop in temperature in the true sense, but the chill brought by murderous aura. The purest murderous aura quickly erodes the bodies of the two of them. Every time they invade, they will tremble.

Hu Liena screamed "Yeah," she just persisted for a quarter of an hour, and then she couldn't do it anymore, fainting in front of her eyes.

Yang Ming has a profound background, and he has remained conscious until now.

He could feel the endless killing aura passing through the meridian like a blade, causing twitch-like pains in his body, but strangely, they were not purely to destroy Yang Ming's body, but seemed to be so. This kind of brutal intervention allowed Yang Ming to adapt and control them.

Yang Ming lifted his heavy eyelids, opened his right palm with difficulty, and the mysterious sword of Wuhun appeared.

As soon as it appeared, it underwent most of the pressure on behalf of Yang Ming, and the killing aura around it was even more as if it had found its owner, like a well-behaved puppy queuing into the mysterious sword.

At the speed visible to the naked eye, the texture of the sword is carved with wisps of blood. It seems to be a kind of profound principle, symbolizing the concept of various killings. There are the guardian killing thoughts of fighting for the military, and the whole body is formed by killing the sky. The Dugu Killing Mind.

Various concepts related to killing are all gathered on one sword, making the mysterious sword begin to evolve from the ordinary sword to the divine sword. Just looking at it, the mortal who is not firm enough will be attracted to the killing in the heart. Desire, perhaps the last second was the good wife and mother of the husband and the son, the next second was the blackened woman who slashed the whole family.

The **** breath lingered on the sword, matched with the mysterious scarlet pattern, making it look extraordinary.

At this moment, Yang Ming did not have time to pay attention to the changes of the mysterious sword.

Although the mysterious sword helped me replace most of the pressure, the remaining half of the killing energy rushed into my body. If it is not channeled, it will leave a time bomb in my body, and maybe I will be stimulated at some point. , It will become a monster that will kill the dominant consciousness.

Yang Ming sat cross-legged, open-minded and clear-minded.

At this moment, Yang Ming was actually having fun in hardship, using the endless killing aura of this world to temper his soul power!

On the Douluo Continent, there has always been a habit of using an environment suitable for martial arts to temper soul power. Yang Ming used to enter the Ice and Fire Two Rituals alone in the past, and his soul power has advanced by leaps and bounds, but now he has just reproduced his original achievements.

It's just that, I'm afraid no one in the world would think that someone would practice at the exit of Hell Road!

This requires not only courage and courage, but also extraordinary willpower!

Even if Yang Ming closed his eyes tightly, the killing aura was always affecting him. It seemed that a devil was whispering in his ears, persuading him to take the butcher knife and slaughter all living beings.

Yang Ming ignored the outside world and devoted himself to meditation.

Not to mention, in this extreme environment, it also stimulates the Saiyan bloodline in Yang Ming's body. Saiyans are the most unruly and at the same time the most adaptable to various environmental changes. Now Yang Ming's inadvertent behavior , Is exactly in line with the Saiyan spirit of defying hardships and obstacles.

At this moment, Yang Ming seems to have re-experienced a human initial process. He returned to the mother's fetus. He was in the warm amniotic fluid. Ten trillion cells all over his body made a comfortable moan, and his muscles and bones were shaking slightly. During the most primitive cleansing, some of the dark wounds left by the hell-style exercise on weekdays can also be resolved in this way, and it is excreted out of the body surface along the relaxation pores, forming a layer of sticky black substance .

I don't know how long it took.

one day? One week? Still a month?

When Yang Ming opened his eyes again, he felt that his body was relaxed for no reason, as if he had taken off his heavy burden.

Standing up, it caused the bones in the body to crackle and make a sound like fried beans.

Clenching his fist and feeling the fullness of his body's soul power, Yang Ming felt a little unbelievable.

Logically speaking, I had just stepped into the Soul Emperor realm a few months ago, and at the same time I didn't have time to practice in Slaughter Capital, I would need to spend a lot of effort in the future to catch up.

But now, the soul power in his body told him that he had reached level 68 in this short period of time!

It seems that Yang Ming is not far away from level 70.

Yang Ming looked at the mysterious sword again. The sword was covered with blood lines. Except for some of the lines like the blood lines on the **** killing field when the road to **** was activated, the others were completely different.

When Yang Ming tried to feel the blood-colored lines, Yang Ming was surprised to find that the surrounding air seemed to become sticky, an aura above all living things permeated it, no matter who was in it, he would be sincere. Terrified.

Killing God Realm?

Yang Ming could feel that the realm of killing gods he mastered seemed a bit different from others, not so much different, as better than others!

Even the mysterious sword itself has been transformed. The **** breath lingers around the sword body all the time, making it look extraordinary. If you think about it, after passing through the city of killing, the mysterious sword is full of blood and sharpness. He attack speed has already left other weapon spirits far behind.

Even Yang Ming has a kind of self-confidence. As long as he is given a little more time, he can cultivate the mysterious sword into a divine sword that is not inferior to the divine weapon, a divine sword that belongs only to him!