War Songs of Boundless World

"What! Ten thousand meters? "

Yu Yanglin looks shocked. It's only possible to penetrate 10000 meters to refine the chemical world soldiers. However, when he only penetrated 100 meters, he already felt the limit and his blood was shaking.

"Cluck cluck, if I don't want to, I can't be refined by those who are strong at the beginning of heaven."

The voice of Wuyang was full of laughter: "it's good that you can penetrate here. Since this is your limit, you can try to brand your mark. With your will, the breath of colorful relic Dharma body and the road you have learned, you can still brand success."

"No, it's not my limit. I can't shock and evaporate my blood here. My limit is not here."

Yu Yanglin's voice was sharp. He found that when it penetrated 10 meters, it was a barrier. The 100 meters was also a barrier, and the extrusion resistance was estimated to soar 10 times in an instant.

"I thought it was close to the core, but I didn't expect it to reach 1%."

"I'm still so weak!"

Yuyanglin is full of fierce breath. With a cold whistling, it suddenly darts, just like a boat carrying the huge waves.

It's like a sword.

Yu Yanglin also knows that only when he is more in-depth, can he be more likely to be successful, and can he realize many profound and clear Taoist rhymes.

But at the moment of penetration into the 100 meter limit, it was a crushing force that exploded, just like mountains and rivers rushing out and the world exploding.

Yuyanglin's blood was exploded instantly and turned into innumerable particles.

The power of terror is not ten times higher, but a hundred times higher! This kind of strength, the magic body of the powerful in the illusory and virtual world will be shocked.

"Samsara Dao Yi!"

Yuyanglin cold drink, turned into countless particles of blood, suddenly rippling out of a deep sense of rolling road, swept between, instantly reunited blood particles, turned into a spear, again raging.

150 meters

Two hundred meters

Four hundred meters

650 meters

Yuyanglin roared and burst out madly. What she had learned and understood, the shooting technique, the meaning of Tao, the body of Dharma and the will were breaking out to the limit.

When he reached 999 meters, he burst suddenly, and the blood turned into the spear, and the particles turned into countless cracks.

"Bang...!"

Instantly fragmented, into countless crystal fragments, in which the surging vitality, the power of terror seems to have been evaporated, broken, annihilated.

"Five elements in one, reincarnation never dies!"

Suddenly, a wisp of consciousness left in yuyanglin's shattered blood night sends out a low roar again, and the broken chip dissipates quickly.

It seems to blend into the particles squeezed and suppressed around, silent.

Yuyanglin on the white lotus stand suddenly opened her eyes.

Blood, consciousness, shooting and Dao Yi are shocked instantly, which makes Yu Yanglin unable to bear to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The Wuyang dance, which is suspended in the air around yuyanglin, is already full of shock. Looking at it with a strange light in his eyes, his whole body is swept by the rhyme of yuyanglin.

"You, you can penetrate 999 meters!"

Wu Yang's eyes were surprised: "I'm afraid that the peak cultivation of virtual destruction is just this level. You can do it in the early stage of virtual reality. In addition to your own strong will and blood, your understanding of Tao can even touch the original rhyme of Tao in Jiebing, which makes you constantly surpass the limit."

"It has reached the depth of the peak of the virtual extinction realm, and it has successfully branded the breath on me."

Wuyang voice tremor, seems to be extremely excited, nervous.

In the middle of speaking, Wuyang, dressed in black, is illusory in an instant, showing a Dharma body like a mercury spirit body. Looking down at his chest, there is a very weak breath in the heart position of Wuyang transparent body, which can be ignored in the surging power.

The Taoist rhyme sweeping over yuyanglin seems to be engulfed by yuyanglin. It suddenly shrinks and integrates into yuyanglin's Dharma.

"Master Wuyang, I'm not in the early stage of fantasy!"

Yuyanglin's eyes are bright, and there seems to be glass color full of disillusionment, creation and illusion in his eyes.

"It's the medium-term cultivation of the illusory realm."

With a smile, yuyanglin successfully imprinted his own breath in the white lotus platform. A magical Taoist rhyme instantly appeared in yuyanglin's Dantian spirit through the origin of that breath, which seemed to form a connection between mind and spirit.

However, it was directly absorbed and refined by the Yuanshen of yuyanglin, which made yuyanglin's accomplishments, which were about to break through, step directly into the middle of the illusory realm.

Yuyanglin's state of mind and state of mind have long been able to step into the true and virtual state, and what is lacking is only accumulation. For yuyanglin, this rhyme full of time and space is more useful than the spiritual pulse in the space ring.

"Very good, although it's just barely imprinting a breath on my body, it should also play a role under my care." Wuyang transparent body, once again restored, showing a black suit, hair like waterfall, the eyes are full of expectations.

"Now try to control me with your heart. As long as you can mobilize a little strength, you can get me out of here." Wuyang looks at yuyanglin with a nervous look.

"Well, I'll try."

Yuyanglin has no bottom in his heart. It's not like refining the spirit soldiers. After refining, he can have a mental connection with the spirit soldiers. It's like an extension of the body.

But completely can not feel the connection with Wuyang, can only feel Wuyang body has a breath of their own existence.

"Get up!"

Yuyanglin made a seal with one hand to control the breath in the body of Wuyang. Wuyang was nervous, but he closed his eyes and opened his arms. It seemed that he felt the urge of yuyanglin with his heart. He let go of his mind and let yuyanglin play with him.

Yuyanglin was shocked. The breath imprinted on Wuyang's body seemed to fall into an endless abyss. It could only send out a slight trembling wave. However yuyanglin urged, it could not move.

It's thicker than a hundred thousand mountains.

"Reincarnation Dao Yi, urge me!"

Yuyanglin was angry, and the one handed seal became the two handed seal. Even the God of Dantian was also making the seal. His eyes were sharp, and a circle of quiet light was rippling behind him, illuminating the positive film of Dantian.

The Taoist rhyme in the whole Taoist palace is a slight and indisputable swing. The five people in yuyanglin sit down on the huge white lotus terrace with their knees crossed and rotate slightly.

Wuyang suddenly opened his eyes, full of surprise eyes looking at yuyanglin, body surface has a breath in peristalsis.

"Very good, come on, it's almost there. As long as you can mobilize a little bit, you can take this little bit of my mind away from here."

Wuyang's strange eyes, incomparably excited, looking forward to.