"Made, why is it completely different from the prohibition at the foot of the mountain? So many people have been lost, but they haven't been suppressed yet!"
"The situation is not good..."
The expressions of many monks changed greatly. Facing such stubborn restrictions, they felt a sense of fear in their hearts.
Buzz!
The void began to vibrate crazily again.
Like a tidal wave, it rolled towards everyone.
"Continue the suppression!"
The leader of the old man in black roared angrily, and the other monks had no choice but to bite the bullet and launch a frantic attack.
Once again the ban was suppressed.
"My fellow disciples, if we cannot suppress the restriction, we may not be able to do anything good, and we will all be killed by this restriction today."
The old man in black had a gloomy face and said in an extremely solemn voice.
"I'll understand later!"
Everyone nodded one after another, and their expressions became very tragic.
This weird and mysterious restriction, once activated, is like a maggot attached to the bone and cannot be shaken off at all.
Even if they wanted to escape now, they couldn't escape the restricted speed.
The best way now is to continue to suppress it with flesh and blood.
There are always a lot of people.
Until the ban is completely broken.
Boom boom...
One after another, the figures rushed over without hesitation, throwing themselves into the trembling void like moths to a flame, and exploded suddenly.
Flesh and blood flew all over the sky, dying together with the shaking void.
After losing more than 200 people in a row.
The vibration in the void finally disappeared, which meant that the restriction was completely broken.
With the ban gone.
Three small green trees were exposed in the distance. The tops of the trees were covered with bright red fruits, all of which were eight thousand years old.
"too difficult……"
The old man in black sighed, with a complicated expression, and there was a hint of surprise in the sadness.
In order to obtain these three eight-thousand-year-old Xuanyin Zhuguo, they lost nearly three hundred of their fellow disciples.
The losses were too heavy.
However, there is no other way. If the restriction is not completely suppressed, none of them will be able to escape, and the final outcome may be the complete annihilation of the entire army.
There are still some people alive today, which can be considered lucky among misfortunes.
"It seems that the opportunity on this holy mountain is no longer available to us..."
Holding three 8,000-year-old Xuanyin Zhuguo in his hand, the old man in black was unable to express his sorrow. After a long sigh, he slowly turned around.
"Senior Yin Tianzi, I'll take my leave!"
The old man in black said in a low voice.
Then, without waiting for Yin Tianzi's reply, he took the remaining disciples on the immortal boat and quickly flew away from here.
"Fellow Taoist, have a nice journey!"
Waving his hands gently, Yin Tianzi smiled indifferently, not caring about the departure of these tiny chess pieces.
Except for the two teams, Ye Yun and Zhai Jing.
The other seventy forces lost almost half of their manpower in the process of breaking the restriction this time.
lost heavily.
Even though they finally obtained the Xuanyin Zhuguo, everyone still felt extremely sad and sad.
After weighing it again and again.
All these people left the Holy Mountain on fairy boats.
There is no way.
The remaining few people can't break the restriction at all.
At the moment of leaving.
Everyone realized that greed had caused them to fall into the trap of Emperor Yin for a few Xuanyin Zhu Fruits.
Although he knew it was a trap, he still stepped into it without hesitation, and ultimately suffered heavy losses.
The few eight-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Zhu Fruits obtained are far from being able to make up for the huge losses in human hands.
…
There are only a dozen or so people left on the entire holy mountain.
The young man was in a group with Gu Anran.
The twelve-man team from Daluo Sword Palace is another group.
As for Yin Tianzi, he was walking on the holy mountain and followed him silently.
"It's coming, it's coming! There are still some restrictions left in the Holy Mountain! These two teams are equally matched and capable. They should be able to break these restrictions soon..."
Yin Tianzi thought to himself.
He also didn't expect that the strength of these two teams would be so amazing.
That god-king-level boy relied on a magic weapon to defeat enemies all the way and break restrictions effortlessly.
The white-clothed sword cultivator of Daluo Sword Palace has extremely powerful swordsmanship. Even if his cultivation level is not high, his swordsmanship is already profound.
One sword breaks all laws.
Such a powerful restriction cannot stop the power of his sword.
"In the divine land, there are really many talented people. I am afraid that I will not be able to avenge the blood feud in this life..."
Yin Tianzi suddenly sighed and his expression became desolate.
good.
He is also burdened with an unimaginable blood feud.
He originally fell here, but thanks to the extremely mysterious nature of this place, he formed his current ghost body.
Although he is currently at the sixth level of the Divine King Realm and looks extremely powerful, in fact, Yin Tianzi has a very clear understanding of the power of the Divine Land.
He is still too weak.
…
Eight thousand years of Xuanyin Zhuguo was swept away by two teams.
"There's more ahead..."
Ye Yun stood in the mist, looking ahead with interest.
After eight thousand years of Xuanyin Zhuguo, he harvested hundreds of them.
Added together, there are eight hundred thousand years.
Although Xuanyin Zhuguo has good effects.
However, it cannot be taken without limit. The effect will be greatly reduced as the frequency of taking increases.
Ye Yun has always firmly believed that relying on some heavenly materials and earthly treasures to quickly improve one's realm is not the most reliable way to practice.
Even if the cultivation level has improved, the foundation is not solid. Compared with those monks who have actually improved, there is a clear difference in combat power.
After walking a few dozen feet away, Ye Yun looked at the fog in front of him and slashed out with his sword.
boom!
The blood spirit restriction in the mist was broken by his sword.
"So strong!"
When Yin Tianzi from behind saw this, his pupils narrowed tightly.
Now we are about to reach the top.
The forbidden strength here is at least comparable to that of the God King Realm.
However, this swordsman in white can still break it with one sword.
The horror of this kind of swordsmanship would be unbelievable unless you saw it with your own eyes.
After breaking the blood spirit barrier, looking at the few green trees behind him, Ye Yun smiled again.
Ten thousand years of Xuanyin Zhuguo!
This is the Xuanyin Zhuguo that has the longest vintage on this holy mountain and has the best effect.
"Am I right? There are still ten thousand years left?"
Looking at the green tree, Liu Yingying stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes, and said with a look of shock.
"It's too strong. Is this the 10,000-year-old Xuanyin Zhuguo?"
Zhou Xiaoqian exclaimed.
The other beautiful junior sisters also cast envious glances.
Liu Yingying came back to her senses and sighed softly: "Let's not be envious. The restriction that protects the Xuanyin Zhuguo for thousands of years must be unimaginably powerful. Senior Brother was able to break it, but he also paid a high price..."
"yes!"
All the beauties nodded one after another, and their expressions became calm.
The previous restrictions caused heavy losses to the powerful men of the major forces, and they realized that even just one restriction on the Holy Mountain was incredibly powerful.
Now that we are about to reach the top, the ten-thousand-year-old Xuanyin Zhuguo appears in the mist - you can naturally imagine how strong this protective restriction is.
Since senior brother has the ability to break the restriction.
Then these tens of thousands of years of Xuanyin Zhuguo are only worthy of the senior brother to possess alone.
Picking the Xuanyin Crimson Fruit from the tree, Ye Yun looked calm and continued to move forward. Along the way, he continued to break the blood spirit ban and at the same time harvest the Xuanyin Crimson Fruit.
Another direction.
The young man and Gu Anran did not stop, and they continued to break the blood spirit ban, and harvested a lot of Ten Thousand Years Xuanyin Zhu Fruit.
The roaring sound suddenly disappeared.
The top of the holy mountain.
Two teams from two different directions, Ye Yun and the boy, reached the summit almost at the same time.
"Good boy, your speed is not slow!"
The young man looked at the team at Da Luo Sword Palace, licked his lips, and strode over.