North of the valley.

In a jungle, the ancestor Qingyuan led four monks in the Southern Land's Nascent Soul Stage, fighting a giant black bear.

The black bear is about seven or eight hundred meters tall, and is covered with painted black iron armor, which is like a black gem, and can spit blue flames with amazing power.

Under the siege of five Nascent Soul cultivators of the Qingyuan Ancestor, the black bear was covered in scars.

The strength of this ancient black bear beast is about the peak of the eighth level and less than the ninth level. It is naturally unbearable to face the siege of five Nascent Soul cultivators.

"die!"

The ancestor Qingyuan shouted coldly, bent his fingers and bounced slightly. Two green flying swords flew out of his sleeves, turning into two dazzling green lights, rising to hundreds of meters in length in a flash, and flew to the black bear's neck in an instant.

The black bear roared angrily and tried to extend his huge palm to defend against the sword light, but it was too late.

I saw two huge sword lights slashing back and forth at the black bear's neck.

"Puff!"

Like cutting a watermelon, the black bear's head was cut in half and rolled into the woods, killing itself, and a layer of blood was scattered in the air.

Seeing this, the other four Nascent Soul cultivators took a breath of cold air. They killed this black bear ancient beast with just flying swords with both hands. The strength of the Qingyuan Ancestor is really terrifying.

"Brother Qingyuan's magical powers are amazing, I admire you!"

"Haha, it's my blessing to be in the same team as Brother Qingyuan!"

Several Nascent Soul cultivators praised each other.

The ancestor Qingyuan was still a little proud in his heart, and said calmly on the surface: "Several fellow Taoists praised it. The strength of the ancient beasts in the valley cannot be underestimated. I am afraid that there are countless ancient beasts that are stronger than this black bear in the Soul Burial Mountain, and everyone works together."

"good!"

Soon, the ancestor Qingyuan and five other members of the Nascent Soul stage came out of the jungle.

The fog outside the jungle gradually disappeared, and five Nascent Soul-stage monks used their spiritual eye technique and could barely see the distant view of the Soul Burial Mountain in the center of the canyon tens of thousands of miles away.

I saw a huge mountain running through the sky, surrounded by clouds and mist, and its momentum was amazing.

But what is surprising is that there is a large amount of black air permeated in the Burial Soul Mountain, as if it was radiating from the center of the mountain, causing the entire mountain to look yin and seem to have something terrifying.

"That's the Soul Burial Mountain?" The ancestor Qingyuan shrank his eyes and showed a thoughtful expression.

"Hey, why is it different from what is described in ancient books? How could the Burial Soul Mountain emit so much black air?" An old man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul Frown.

"The book may not be the real situation, or the age may be different. The black air that emerges from the Burial Soul Mountain seems to be yin energy and demonic energy, so we should be careful." Another golden-robed Nascent Soul-stage monk said, stroking his beard.

"You will know when you enter the mountain and explore it. This mountain is an ancient battlefield. Perhaps there are a lot of strange treasures waiting for us, and you will definitely gain something." The ancestor Qingyuan said with a faint smile.

As soon as these words were spoken, the other four Nascent Soul cultivators were shocked and looked expectant.

The five people continued to rush forward. The Qingyuan Ancestor's team was the fastest-moving team. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be the first team to enter the Soul Burial Mountain.

...

Underground abyss.

Half an hour has passed, and the injuries in Shen Lang's body are recovering at an astonishing speed, and Xiaorou is both surprised and happy.

The golden flame that was originally beating between Shen Lang's eyebrows became more solid and brighter, and the golden flame became like quicksand, extremely dense!

A layer of holy sun war energy was burned again in Shen Lang's body, and the golden flames surrounding him became more solid and brighter.

Xiaorou's mouth was wide open. She could sense that the Holy Yang battle aura in Shen Lang's body had broken through the bottleneck in shock and advanced to the third level!

Although Shen Lang was still in a coma, the more solid Holy Yang battle energy surged and rolled between his body, and the broken bones and blood gradually began to heal.

Of course, the battle energy of the Holy Yang is also divided into levels. As the master's own realm and warmth increase, the battle energy will also change.

The five-colored divine light caused too much damage to Shen Lang. When the Holy Yang war energy offset the erosion of the five-colored divine light, it might be stimulated, pierced through the bottleneck, and advanced to the third level.

After breaking, it stands. The holy yang war energy that had been consumed before surged out of its body like bamboo shoots after a rain. The battle energy after advancement also greatly enhanced Shen Lang's body's self-healing ability.

In less than half an hour, Shen Lang opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Xiao Rou, whose eyes were red.

"That's great, you're awake!" Xiaorou wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and was filled with surprise.

"Xiao Rou, this is..." Shen Lang rubbed his head, still a little dizzy, and his whole body was sore.

"Don't worry, young master, this is a resting place that Sister Su found. The Nascent Soul cultivator in the southern land has not seemed to have been chasing him." Xiaorou said as she helped Shen Lang up.

Shen Lang nodded slightly, turned his eyes to Su Ruoxue on the soft couch, and said with concern: "Snow'er?"

Before Shen Lang finished speaking, Xiaorou comforted: "Sister Su just used the Blood Charm Light too many times and she fell asleep temporarily."

"Yeah." Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "Xiao Rou, how long have I been in a coma?"

"In less than an hour." Little Judo.

"Only an hour?" Shen Lang was a little unbelievable. He felt that his body was recovering well. He should have been in a coma for at least ten days and half a month, right?

"Young Master might as well look inside and you may find surprise!" Xiaorou gently wiped the sweat beads on Shen Lang's cheeks, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After saying this, Shen Lang immediately looked inside his body.

"How...how is it possible!" Shen Lang was stunned for a moment, shocked and speechless.

The main major injuries in my body have recovered, and the originally consumed Holy Yang war energy has become extremely exciting. The most important thing is that the original war energy is different from the previous one, and it has become more solid and pure!

Moreover, Shen Lang was surprised to find that his cultivation level had actually increased significantly! Originally, he had just entered the early stage of the Nascent Soul, but now he has been forcibly elevated to the middle level of the early stage of the Nascent Soul!

"What's wrong with me..." Shen Lang was dumbfounded, and a possibility had already occurred to his mind.

"Xiao Rou won't keep it a secret. Congratulations to the young master for breaking through the new realm and his cultivation level has increased greatly." Xiao Rou's lips curled up and she was very happy.

"It's true!"

Shen Lang was extremely ecstatic. No wonder he felt extremely hot in his eyebrows when he was unconscious before, and his original battle aura seemed restless.

The Holy Yang War Qi actually broke through the third level like this. Shen Lang was a little unbelievable now. He had never understood how the War Qi would advance. It turned out that it needed an opportunity.

Shen Lang has already been in the Nascent Soul stage and has been nourished by the original combat energy for more than 40 years. It only lacks one opportunity to meet the conditions for advancement.

The five-colored divine light that happened to invade the body stimulated the original battle energy and broke through this bottleneck.

The first three levels of the Holy Yang War Qi are in the early stage of warming and nourishing. Shen Lang has now reached the last level of the early stage of warming and nourishing. His self-healing power has been greatly improved, and his cultivation has also been greatly improved. The reserves of spiritual power in his body have increased by a large margin.

"Hahaha!"
Chapter completed!