In the black cocoon, Cheng Lingyu's body was shaking and roaring, and his aging body was quickly recovering. The holy medicine and spiritual veins were released with all their strength. Combined with the art of origin, the native realm, slowly repaired the traces left by time on him.

This scene lasted for about half an hour, and the black cocoon of light automatically dispersed, revealing Cheng Lingyu's body.

"It's been restored, it's all right, it's great."

Xilingyue shouted, holding Meng Ninghen and Caiyun's hands without hiding her inner joy at all.

Meng Ninghen and Caiyun both smiled, holding Xilingyue's hand tightly, and their bright smile was so charming.

Mo Yang breathed a sigh of relief and cursed: "This guy is so scaring me to death. But then again, he is really powerful."

The man in gray had complicated eyes and even dared not get involved in the place where he actually succeeded.

In addition to praise, more surprise.

Cheng Lingyu's whole body glowed, opening the road to origin, eternal darkness devoured all things, combined with Tianshi and the Immortal Gourd, successfully resisting the corrosive power of the demonic land.

Opening his eyes, Cheng Lingyu slowly took the second step as he looked at the demonic soil filled with blood mist and intertwined with magic patterns.

At this step, Cheng Lingyu stepped on the demonic soil, his whole body trembling, and his clothes instantly turned into powder, revealing his strong body, covered with blood patterns, releasing a strong light, and his blood qi soared into the sky, fighting against the corrosive power of time.

In the demonic land, countless magic patterns were wrapped around Cheng Lingyu's feet and spread rapidly upwards, covering the blood patterns, with terrible erosion.

Cheng Lingyu had a painful expression. Although he resisted the corrosion of time, this demonic land contained other terrifying powers. If he had not had his special physique and could swallow all things, he would have died here long ago.

The demon patterns were all over the body, like a demon possessed, as heavy as a mountain, making Cheng Lingyu difficult to walk, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

The magic patterns covered the blood patterns, suppressing all the blood and energy in his body, causing Cheng Lingyu to become very weak, but he did not stop and struggled to move forward.

Xilingyue said in confusion: "What the hell is he trying to do?"

No one can explain this clearly. Everyone knows that Cheng Lingyu wants to hone himself, but he risked his life to enter the demonic land. Is it really that simple to hone himself?

Chi Yun said: "Maybe, he discovered something."

Cheng Lingyu was roaring, the holy medicine in the Dantian Spirit Sea was erupting essence, and the spiritual veins were transforming into spiritual energy at full speed to provide him with power. Combined with the native field, Cheng Lingyu's physical strength was constantly consumed and recovered, and it was repeated like this.

Tianshi and the Immortal Gourd were absorbing the corrosive power of the magic pattern with all their strength, sharing the heavy pressure for Cheng Lingyu, allowing him to pull out some force and drag his heavy steps.

This is a slow and arduous process, each step is heavy and takes a lot of time. When Cheng Lingyu walked to the center of the magic soil and walked to the small pile of soil, it was already half a time later.

Everyone looked at it nervously, their hearts full of worry, fearing that Cheng Lingyu would not be able to hold on and fall there.

When he arrived at the center of the demon earth, Cheng Lingyu looked back at everyone, then sacrificed the Underworld Magic Sword and began to soak in the soil.

The magic sword appears very active here, and magic patterns condensed on the blade, as if devouring spiritual medicine. It feels really a tonic.

Mo Yang asked in confusion: "What are he doing? Did you bury good things under the demonic soil?"

Meng Ninghen said: "This possibility is very high. After all, this demonic land is too terrible. If something is buried, it will definitely be extraordinary."

The demon soil is very heavy. Even if the demon sword is not affected or corroded, it still seems very laborious to dig out the demon soil.

Cheng Lingyu's condition was a bit unstable. It was obvious that he was difficult to hold on, but he did not retreat.

An hour later, the small mound was dug up and there was nothing inside, which made the three girls and Mo Yang wonder.

Cheng Lingyu struggled to correct the big pit and spent a stick of incense to be barely satisfied.

Looking at everyone, Cheng Lingyu smiled and his lips moved, but no sound came out, because the demon soil was terrifying, and even the sound was corroded.

Cheng Lingyu jumped into the pit without any trace, then barely activated the magic knife, turned into a black dragon, waved the dragon claws and pushed the magic soil on both sides into the pit, burying himself.

After completing all this, the black dragon penetrated into the demonic land with a whistle and disappeared.

Xilingyue cursed: "Cheng Lingyu, you are crazy, you are desperate, get out of here soon."

Meng Ninghen pulled Xilingyue, her beautiful face full of worry, but comforted her: "Don't be impatient, he intentionally buried himself there, and he would not sincerely seek death."

Caiyun cursed: "This guy, he is so bold that he wants to practice in that demonic land."

Chi Yun said: "It's really bold, but if it succeeds, it will definitely be a great fortune."

Mo Yang said: "I think he should be sure. He is very cautious and always works in an orderly manner. He will never do anything randomly."

The man in gray said nothing, and naturally could see Cheng Lingyu's intentions from his eyes.

Although it is risky to do this, once you succeed, all your efforts will be worth it.

Everyone observed for a while and could not see any movement for the time being, but there was a violent shock coming down the mountain. It was a confrontation between the saints.

"There are more and more experts. Should we take the time to take a look?"

Mo Yang changed the subject, but what he received was the rolling eyes of the three women. In their eyes, nothing is more important than Cheng Lingyu's safety.

Mo Yang was a little jealous and said to himself: "This kid will be struck by lightning sooner or later. My dream fairy, wuwu..."

No one paid attention to Mo Yang. Xiao Hei was teasing Chi Feng. The man in gray stood there silently, not caring about the fluctuations in the outside world. At the side of the mountain, there were many masters gathered near the altar.

Many masters have indeed arrived at the Eighth Peak these days. After the black-robed saint, Yang Yan and his group arrived first under the leadership of the Holy Emperor's golden body.

Not long afterwards, Wu Xuanbo, the Sun God Son Meng Tianxu and his group also entered the Eighth Peak under the leadership of the White Bone Saint.

After that, the Seven-Colored Holy King of the Demon Clan also came, and these are all powerful characters.

Among them, the demon clan was only the Seven-Colored Holy King and another Holy King, and the other accompanying masters died halfway.

Yang Yan, Hua Yuehong, Tian Shengzi Xiao Changqing, Ye Rumo are still there, always in the world of the Holy Emperor's golden body.

There were four people left in Wu Xuanbo and his party, namely Wu Xuanbo, Ye Anlan, Meng Tianxu and the saint of the straw hat. The half-bian and the little girl were all dead.

At this moment, five masters including the Red Eyebrow Old Demon, the Black-robed Saint, the Bone Saint, the Seven-Colored Saint King, and the Golden Body of the Saint Emperor gathered near the holy altar and stared at the handwriting on the holy monument, with different reactions.

The Eighth Peak suppressed the weapons left by the demon back then. They were definitely comparable to divine weapons. Even masters at the peak of the Holy Martial Arts would be moved.

The Seven-Colored Holy King said: "I'm going to settle the devil soldier. If anyone dares to rob me, don't blame me for being rude."

The old demon of Red Eyebrow said sarcastically: "Arrogant, you don't pee and look at yourself. With your virtue, do you think we are all vegetarians?"

The Seven-Colored Holy King retorted: "You came for so long, but you ended up empty-handed. You are not a vegetarian. Could it be that you are a vegetarian?"

The old demon Red Eyebrow was furious and shouted, "You old monster are tired of living. Believe it or not, I will roast you and eat it."

The Seven-Colored Holy King mocked, "With your virtue, you should not show your shame."

The Holy Emperor's Golden Body and the Bone Saint did not speak. They both looked at the White Bone Golden Body, which was too similar to each other.

The white bone golden body guarding in front of the holy monument looks similar to the Holy Emperor golden body beside Yang Yan. If it is not compared, it is easy to make mistakes.

The Bone Saint is also a skeleton, but white bones, not golden bones, and neither side has any flesh and blood.

All three parties take the same path, without cultivating their appearance, they will never die and die, in order to achieve immortality.

The saint in black robe looked at everyone and smiled strangely: "The demon soldier is very likely to be sealed in the holy monument, and you can get it by breaking it."

The Seven-Colored Holy King questioned: "Really?"

The saint in black robe said, "The Red Eyebrow Demon and I have been searching for the Eighth Peak for so long, and I feel that the demon soldiers are hidden here. Because we can't believe each other, no one has taken action. If we take action together, we will definitely be able to break the holy monument. Then we will rely on our own abilities, and it depends on who has the luck."

The Seven-Colored Holy King laughed and said, "What are you waiting for? I'll start."

With one step forward, the Seven-Colored Holy King rushed towards the Holy Monument, but who thought it would be stopped by the white bone golden body, and the two sides started a fierce confrontation.

The old demon of Red Eyebrow shouted: "The opportunity is rare, everyone should take action."

The saint in black robe responded and headed straight to the holy monument. The Holy Emperor's golden body and the Bone Saint looked at each other and took action.

Here, the five masters took action at the same time. The Seven-Colored Holy King was stopped by the white bone golden body, the Red Eyebrow Old Demon, the Black-robed Saint, the Saint Emperor golden body, and the Bone Saint rushed to the front of the Holy Monument. All kinds of forces destroyed and destroyed it, converged a little, and broke the Holy Monument.

The holy monument was broken, the holy blood was splattered, and a terrifying aura filled the sky.

Those fonts gathered in the void without dispersing, burning hot flames, releasing powerful fluctuations, and quickly transformed into a ring of fire.

At the same time, a purple-red spear flew out from the break of the Holy Monument, like a roar of a demon dragon, shocking the heavens.

"Demon Soldier!"

The old demon Red Eyebrow roared, and a hot light appeared in his eyes.

The spear is integrated, covered with purple-red magic patterns, about eight feet long and as heavy as a mountain. A magic dragon is engraved on the body of the spear. The tip of the spear is purple-gold, and it swallows and spits out the purple-light immortal aura, breaks the ten directions of heaven and earth, and pierces the nine-nine underworld.

This spear is extremely powerful. As soon as it escapes from the trap, a gorgeous magic pattern blooms. The sound of a dragon roar echoes, making the void tremble, and even a world cannot bear it.

The Holy Emperor's golden body, the Bone Saint, the Seven-Color Saint, and the Black-robed Saint all looked at the spear with greed eyes, and had a crazy idea in their hearts, and they must grab it.
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