The night is dark and it should be time to fall asleep.
The hundreds of barren mountains outside the Yin-Yang Valley are brightly lit. All the warriors are on alert, staring at the Yin-Yang Valley in high spirits.
Now, the Nine Heavens Yin Formation has been set up, sealing off a hundred miles of space.
Then, next, we can unlock the broken seal outside the blood column, completely kill the countless blood crows in the blood column, and rush into the Yin and Yang Valley.
Through the firelight in the night, two more figures could be vaguely seen outside the blood pillar reaching the sky.
Xuanyuan raised his troops.
Murong Fen.
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The night is getting darker, and the lights in the night are getting brighter and brighter, illuminating the whole world. But what is different from before is that the atmosphere in the void seems to be particularly manic tonight.
The smell of blood is also thicker.
In the bloody pillar that reaches the sky, the roar of the blood crow is several times more terrifying than before, making people feel terrified.
"The pillar of blood is finally broken!"
On a barren mountain, a long-time old man spoke, looking at the blood pillars with thousands of blood crows flying in the distance, his expression looked desolate, as if he was recalling the previous births of Yin Yang Valley.
"The battle of Yin Yang Valley is finally coming!"
Some warriors sighed and looked at the pillar of blood in the distance, their fighting spirit boiling.
Even though this warrior is not powerful, he is a warrior.
"I wonder if there really is a legacy in this Yin-Yang Valley as rumored?"
There was a ruthless young warrior who looked at the pillar of blood with a vicious smile on his face, like a desperado trying to block his own destiny for the sake of his own future.
Under the cloudy sky, countless warriors on hundreds of barren mountains looked up at the bloody pillar in the center of the valley. The thoughts in their hearts were naturally very different. However, the only thing that was the same was that they wanted to enter the Yin Yang Valley.
Let’s see if this legendary place of great danger is really as rumored as it is, making people unable to return.
On the barren mountain of Xuanyuan Mansion, Lin Huang and Lu Han stood side by side, looking at the blood pillar in the distance and Murong Fen and Xuanyuan Tibing who were preparing to open the seal outside the blood pillar, and couldn't help but sigh and smile.
In terms of contact with Yin Yang Valley, among the younger generation, I am afraid that the only two young people at this time are the only ones.
As early as at the Tomb of King Wu, Lin Huang and Lu Han had been chased by the Blood-clothed Marquis. If not for that encounter, Lin Huang would not have known that Lu Han was a descendant of the Xuanyuan family.
Then came the Land of Locked Dragons. Lu Han led the Dixuan Double Character Battalion into the battlefield to save himself.
Later, in Wuchan Temple, Lu Han gave him the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron, and the two of them faced the Blood God Marquis...
Lu Han is not good at expressing himself.
Lin Huang didn't like to express himself.
But starting from the Blood Auction House, to Piaoxue Palace, and then later, the two of them can be regarded as brothers who are in love with each other.
But this time, facing Yin Yang Valley, neither Lu Han nor Lin Huang was sure.
Because even Xuanyuan Tibing and Yan Zangfeng were not sure.
"When did you break through the Wuhou realm?"
On the barren mountain, Lin Huang asked.
Lu Han smiled faintly, "I want to enter the realm of Wuhou, but can't I do it at any time?"
"You were led astray by Fatty Bai!"
Lin Huang snorted coldly.
"What I said is true." Lu Han raised his eyebrows, thinking that Lin Huang was insulting his talent, "If you don't believe me, you can try it!"
"Not long ago, I killed a Marquis of Wu from the eighth level in Piaoxue Palace!"
Lin Huang turned his head and stared at Lu Han proudly and provocatively.
"This time in the battle of Yin Yang Valley, believe it or not, I will kill a Martial King for you!"
Lu Han said seriously.
"Really?"
Lin Huang frowned and looked at Lu Han, who looked serious yet serious.
"I have a different idea about cultivation. But I don't know how far this idea can take me!"
Lu Han continued.
"Tell me!"
Lin Huang turned his head and stared at Lu Han with interest.
"Tell me first, why are people divided into strong and weak, and different levels of realm? Why are some people strong and some weak?"
Lu Han asked Lin Huang in return.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows slightly, "There are countless meridians in the human body. One meridian is a river, and countless meridians are countless rivers. Warriors practice to open up the meridians. The more meridians are opened, the more and longer the connected rivers are.
The river water gathers momentum from the source. After flowing for three thousand miles and after flowing for six thousand miles, the speed of the river water is naturally different. The speed of the river water is the momentum. The greater the momentum, the stronger the power. So in short, it is
The more meridians that are opened, the stronger a person is!"
"Then you said that to open a meridians, a warrior must first break through a mysterious entrance. But why is it so difficult to break through the entrance?"
Lu Han asked Lin Huang again.
"The different constitutions of the human body lead to different entrance halls. Just like city walls, some walls are made of stacked green bricks, while some walls are made of molten iron. Different people's qualifications require different weapons to break through the entrance halls.
Those with poor qualifications will use wooden sticks to attack the city, while those with high qualifications will probably flood the city directly with sea water!"
"That's why it's so difficult for people like you and me to break through the entrance!"
"But why are there different levels of qualifications?"
Lu Han asked again.
Lin Huang held his forehead and stared at Lu Han who looked serious, "You are off topic!"
"Then let's get back to the topic. Tell me, when a warrior breaks through a mysterious entrance, is it his energy or his thoughts that are attacking the entrance?"
Lu Han continued to ask Lin Huang.
Lin Huang was slightly startled, "Of course, the mind controls the vitality to attack the entrance. Without the mind, the vitality is just a piece of loose sand. Without the vitality, the mind is the lone general. Both are indispensable! It's such a simple truth, don't you think
clear?"
"I doubt how you broke through to the realm of Marquis Wu!"
Lin Huang stared at Lu Han, frowning slightly.
"Are you sure what you said is right?"
Lu Han raised his eyes and stared at Lin Huang, with a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
“Naturally confirmed!”
Lin Huang said categorically, "In the entire continent, vitality is the cornerstone of cultivation. If there is no cornerstone, how can we practice? Unless we practice physical arts, but even physical arts require the tempering of vitality!"
"Are you really sure what you said is right?"
Lu Han asked again.
Lu Han suddenly frowned, "Do you want me to throw you down the mountain?"
"I am very serious about discussing martial arts theory with you!"
Lu Han said seriously.
"But you are messing around! Without vitality, how can you break through the entrance with your thoughts!"
"Are you absolutely sure that what you said is right?"
"Your uncle!!"
On the barren mountain of Xuanyuan Mansion, Lin Huang was furious and punched Lu Han. He suddenly realized that after Lu Han was no longer dull, he became very needy, sometimes more than Qin Xuance.
A buzzing sound.
However, before Lin Huang's punch landed on Lu Han, he saw the latter pointing to the sky with one hand, a buzzing sound coming from his body, and his aura rising steadily...