Devouring Sword God

Chapter 508

Beyond the vitality river, there are still many figures here, and when they saw someone rushing out of the river, they all exclaimed.

"It's about to be the seventh day, and someone finally came out!"

"The person who can persist in Vitality Hanoi for so long must be Senior Brother Qinglin?"

Sure enough, under the gaze of countless eyes, the figure that broke through the river finally revealed its figure.

It was Qinglin!

At this moment, Qinglin looked rather embarrassed, but the aura exuding from his whole body was bigger than before entering the River of Vitality, and his eyes were full, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

After all, he stayed in Vitality Hanoi for nearly seven days, and the harvest must be great.

Such a result, in everyone's opinion, is expected, but at the same time it also surprised many people.

As expected, Qinglin, as the chief disciple, can persist for seven days, which is normal.

But besides the two who have already come out, and the two who have already died, there is one person who has not come out until now. This is what is unexpected.

Who is that person who hasn't come out yet?
Actually persisted in the River of Vitality longer than Qing Lin?
Does this really mean that the person who has not yet come out has higher potential than Qinglin?

In everyone's opinion, this is simply impossible.

Because they have never heard of such a character in the Palace of Desolation.

But at this time, with a wave of Qing Lin's robe, the blood on his body was scattered, and it fell on the platform, his eyes swept over the crowd who looked at him with full faces of admiration.

"Let all the juniors and juniors wait for a long time, this time the initiation of the River of Vitality is over, everyone should leave."

Qinglin smiled lightly at the surrounding people, he was quite satisfied with the time he insisted on, and he didn't even think about whether he was with someone or not.

In his thinking, he must be the last one to come out, and his coming out represents the end of the initiation of the River of Vitality, so he opened his mouth like this.

All the disciples were overwhelmed by Qinglin's demeanor, and stepped forward to congratulate and praise him one after another.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Qinglin for having a great harvest in the River of Life!"

"Able to persist for nearly seven days, Senior Brother Qinglin is worthy of being No.1 among my disciples in the Palace of Desolation!"

"Presumably senior brother Qinglin has successfully broken through to the eighth level of Yin-Yang this time, right?"

Such a voice made the smile on Qing Lin's face more and more intense.

"Senior Brother Qinglin, there seems to be another person who hasn't come out yet."

But at this moment, a sudden voice made Qing Lin's expression change slightly, and the smile on his face froze slightly.

"Is there still one person who hasn't come out?"

A trace of uncertainty flashed in Qing Lin's eyes, and he looked at Qing Yuan'er to the side to confirm: "Yuan'er, who is the person who hasn't come out yet?"

Qing Yuan'er's beautiful eyes flickered for a moment, her eyes thoughtful.

Even though everyone thought that Yi Xiaoyao was dead, she never thought so. How could that guy who had repeatedly created miracles die so easily?
It's just that Qing Yuan'er was also a little surprised. Qing Lin came out, but Yi Xiaoyao hadn't come out yet, which made her a little skeptical.

After thinking for a moment, she nodded uncertainly and said, "Well... it should be Yi Xiaoyao."

"Him?" Qing Lin frowned, obviously not believing it anymore.

Immediately afterwards, Qingnan walked over and said with a smile to Qing Yuan'er: "Junior Sister Yuan'er, you really know how to joke, the Yi Xiaoyao you mentioned must have died, didn't you also see those two corpses?"

"It's true that there is still one person who hasn't come out." Qing Yuan'er said.

Qingnan shook his head and smiled: "I know how scary this river of vitality is. Sometimes it's normal to have no bones left. There is still one person who didn't come out, probably because his body was crushed by the terrifying pressure."

Regarding Qingnan's words, everyone felt that it made sense.

Qing Lin also nodded, no one knew better than him the terrifying pressure he would have to bear when he persisted at the bottom of the river until the seventh day.

Even an ordinary Yin-Yang Ninth-Layer Realm expert would not be able to withstand it, let alone a guy who entered the Ninth-Layer Void Realm.

"Yuan'er, don't tell me I'm not as good as that guy in your heart?"

Qinglin was sure that no one could persist more than him, so he was relieved and smiled lightly at Qingyuan'er.

Qing Yuan'er puffed her mouth, but didn't speak any more.

However, this made Qing Lin's eyes sink slightly, he didn't get Qing Yuan'er's affirmative answer?
But his look is fleeting, because there is no need for him to feel sorry for a waste who has died in the river of vitality.

"Now that everyone is clear about the situation, let's go."

After Qing Lin finished speaking, she rose into the sky, and at the same time she was about to leave, she said to Qing Yuan'er who was still standing there below: "Yuan'er, what are you doing standing there stupidly?"

Qing Yuan'er let out an "oh" and left.

The rest of the people discussed for a while, and then dispersed one after another.

No one cared about the person left at the bottom of the river of vitality at this moment, because they had already agreed that it was a dead person.

In the void, Palace Master Desolation looked at Qinglin's leaving figure and nodded faintly.

Although Qinglin didn't last the full seventh day, it was already very close to her estimate, so she was quite satisfied.

"Why, don't you also feel that Yi Xiaoyao is not dead yet, and can even last for eight days as you said?"

The Lord of the Desolate Palace looked at Mu Changhun, and asked about his thoughts.

"Little Qingqing, you know me best." Mu Changhun said with a chuckle.

The Lord of the Desolate Palace turned cold, rolled his eyes and disappeared in place. Since this old pervert can fantasize so much, let him face the reality by himself.

Mu Changhun stared at the Vitality River below, where the waves were getting more and more violent, his eyes flashed, full of confidence.

"How can the descendants of the Qing Emperor be weaker than these disciples of the Desolate Palace? How can they be weaker than me back then?"

He murmured, still standing quietly in the void, waiting for the figure that would break through the river sooner or later.

But at this moment, the bottom of the river of vitality, which seemed to be calm but undercurrents and the pressure was shocking, was making subtle cracking sounds.

clack clack clack...

At the bottom of the river, there was a blood-colored eggshell-like object with more and more cracks on it. Finally, there was a wave in the eggshell and it burst open suddenly.

It turned out that the blood-colored eggshell was an extremely thick blood scab formed by the coagulation of a large amount of blood.

And as the eggshells melted by the blood scabs burst, Yi Xiaoyao's figure finally emerged. Just now, he finally broke through to the Yin-Yang realm.

This brought a smile to Yi Xiaoyao's mouth, but he still had no intention of leaving from the bottom of the river.

Because he can still hold on.

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(End of this chapter)