Harvesting a piece of love has made Yang Bo feel that the responsibility is heavy. When the seven true love and responsibility become a secret in his heart, and a backlog is generated, it will ferment and become more and more overwhelmed. Surrounded by the pressure of love and responsibility, he is like a drowning child, desperately grasping a straw, through temporary escape to find a breakthrough to clear his mind, pull himself ashore, and then easily face the seven beauties. The married life of the wife.
After completing the casting of the astrolabe, Yang Bo opened his eyes and exhaled a sulky breath, and his eyes exploded. The whole person's spirit and energy is even worse than before, and the area of the abdomen Pill Palace Qi Sea Pool has expanded a lot after the seven-star array settled in. The physical body is more condensed and consolidated after being washed by the stars. It's just that the cultivation base is difficult to advance and still stays in the late stage of Xianjun. Yang Bo knew that he was in a special situation. He should have been practicing in the soul domain to reach the soul emperor level, and then returning to reality to practice to achieve twice the result with half the effort. As a result, when he stepped into the soul domain, the city of the soul center was defeated by the master of the white tiger camp. After discovering the secret of the dragon bloodline, he fell deeply into jail. If it hadn't been for the reminder of the wood spirit, I'm afraid it would still be suffering in the ninety-nine dungeon of the soul domain.
In order to find a breakthrough, Yang Bo called his Black Dragon King in the secret room at the suggestion of the six food-eaters in his body. Following that, the figure turned into a colorful light and flew towards the Xianmeng Xiandi Palace. At the same time, in order to find his lost relatives and friends, he rushed to the most dangerous areas without hesitation.
Fly for half a month to reach the southeast edge of Xianmeng Star.
Thousands of meters in front of the line of sight, clouds and mist loomed, making people's vision blurry. Even if the divine sense was released, it could only be vaguely found that there was a towering silver-white snow mountain peak, but that mountain seemed to be carved into two giant swords from the sky. The same, the sword peak incisions are neat and tidy, while the two giant swords are inserted straight into the sky, a sword aura and a chilly sky-like terrifying existence in the middle releases the body and soul of the cultivator below the immortal emperor level. The coercion is daunting.
I flew to the sky above the valley mouth of the Heavenly Sword Valley in one breath, and the sword intent in the air became more and more obvious with the severe cold, even if the blood of the dragon and the colorful shields made by the six food ancestors in the body worked together to prevent it, Yang Bo could also feel the deep chill.
And in the cold and overwhelming sword aura, there seemed to be another kind of aura mixed in, giving him a familiar but unfamiliar aura.
Yang Bo frowned and pondered for a long time before he suddenly whispered: "The might of the emperor sword?"
Sect Master Wanjianzong's personal disciple Liu Changfeng approached Yang Bo in surprise in his practice secret room at Jianfeng Mountain, and murmured in shock: "This strange boy can detect the power of the emperor sword in my cultivation place? Had he ever met a strong immortal emperor before? If it weren't for the cultivation base of a strong immortal emperor, it would be impossible to contend with the prestige of the immortal emperor?"
When Liu Changfeng was brought here by his master for the first time that year, he only noticed that the cold here made him slow and uncomfortable, as if he had a natural suppressive force on the sword repairer, but he could not appreciate the sword intent and the intent at all. What is the feeling of Binghan being present at the same time? It wasn't until Master Wanjianzong Sect Master explained it to him that he realized that the cultivation base reached the immortal emperor stage to truly feel the coercion of the immortal emperor level sword intent. Because once Xianxiu in this realm enters Taniguchi, he will be completely torn apart by sword intent, and there is no way to feel and understand the sword intent and Taoism in it.
And Yang Bo comes from an earth-star mortal world that cannot be cultivated and has serious pollution in the Milky Way star field. After a life and death adventure, he reached the late stage of the immortal monarch, and he judged that only the immortal emperor’s cultivation level can feel the front. In the severe cold, there is the power of the sword intent of the emperor's sword, and his magical colorful shield can actually make him stand calmly at the mouth of the sword peak valley.
This made Liu Changfeng, the personal disciple of Sect Master Wanjian Sect who was investigating him, puzzled
A vigorous baritone came from the belly of Jianfeng on the right side of Yang Bo: "Where is the monk, who broke into this training place without authorization?"
Forehead? Yang Bo was puzzled and arched his hands: "This senior, this junior has passed through this place. Please forgive me if I disturb you, and leave now."
"Slow, boy, I have a question, hope you can explain it?"
"Senior, please tell me."
"How can you, a late-stage cultivator of Xianjun, be so indifferent under the pressure and chill of the sword intent of the early stage of the Xian Emperor?"
"Senior forgive me for the ignorance of the younger generation, I can't answer you at this point. If the older generation is not satisfied with this answer, the younger generation can only tell you, I really don't know how this happened?" Yang Bo was also confused.
In order to ascertain Yang Bo's magic, Liu Changfeng's eyes flashed with joking and fierceness. A coercion that was not weaker than the middle stage of the Immortal Emperor was released from his Immortal Emperor's body. This made Yang Bo's instant action slow and flushed, and his face used all means to enhance the power of the shield, resisting the almost suffocating coercion and cold.
"There are two stinky boys, this is a forbidden place among the fairy dream stars in the fairy world, all monks know, haven't you heard of it?" Liu Changfeng, who was enshrined as the sword emperor of Hanfeng for a thousand years, ridiculed Yang Bodao.
"Senior, juniors have never heard of it." Yang Bo handed over and told the truth.
"It turned out to be a club?" Liu Changfeng felt relieved, and said in a deep voice, "Since you are here, why not come and sit in this Jianfeng guest room?"
"It's very dangerous here, please understand, senior, let's say goodbye to junior." Yang Bo turned and walked out of Taniguchi in amazement, replied a little nervously with his back facing the valley.
Liu Changfeng smiled slightly: "Now I want to go, brat, let me tell you, this seat is the Sword Emperor Hanfeng, who is known to the entire immortal cultivator, and there is no coward under the sword of this emperor, are you scared?"
"It's not strange to be afraid, seniors take care, and juniors leave." Yang Bo secretly said in his heart. I dare not look back and resort to all means to become the body of a dragon. The dragon's claws slid, and the four groups of Long Yuan Lieyan rushed out of the sword intent of the Cold Wind Sword Emperor and fled towards the sky ahead.
As soon as he flew into the air, a piercing icy cold seemed to penetrate deep into the soul, not only hindering the smooth operation of all power in his body, but even his thinking was frozen by the piercing cold sword and sword intent, and the cold in the sword intent field. The stiff Yang Bo wanted to follow his original intention to escape. Unexpectedly, he lost control of his body. After three breaths of weightlessness, the dragon's body lost consciousness in the immortal emperor grade ice cold sword intent domain and fell from mid-air to the ground. There was a bang, and there was a blast. The misty Yang Bo fainted in the five-meter-deep snow pit.
In a dungeon 100 meters underground from the Xuefeng on the left side of Hanjian Peak.
"Sect Master ordered before leaving, take care of this kid. Let's be careful, but after listening to Taniguchi's secret whistle, I don't know if this stinky kid can withstand the pressure of Emperor Hanjianfeng and Guguchi. "The prisoner Yi Jianyan glanced at Yang Bo who was faint in the prison with a faint look, and his gaze shifted to the prisoner Zhang Jia with an exaggerated facial expression.
The prison guard Zhang Jia laughed and said with a serious look: "If you and I get there, you should stay as far away as possible from the entrance of Hanjian Peak. Don’t go deep. The deeper you go, the lesser Sect Master Hanfeng Emperor Zun. The more powerful the pressure in the ice sword domain, even the general elders and guardians could not penetrate into Taniguchi's abdomen. This kid is not ordinary. Even if he can compete with the imperial prestige domain, we should not provoke him rashly, otherwise it will be. There are more ills than good luck."
"The brother said, come to have a drink."
"Junior brother, drink."
The two prisoners sat at the stone table 100 meters in front of Yang Bo's cell and drank a little wine.
The cold wind sword emperor Liu Changfeng was recalled to the Zongmen headquarters by his master Jianzun, and accepted the instructions of the Sect Master Wanjian. Secretly imprisoned Yang Bo in Jianfeng Dungeon. Regarding this matter, he decided not to tell anyone, even his master did not intend to tell. To be able to catch a human race of the descendant of the colorful dragon, as long as he knows all the secrets of this kid, for Liu Changfeng, who was stuck in the early stage of the Immortal Emperor for a hundred years, it is an opportunity to break through the bottleneck.
The heat exhaled from Yang Bo's faintly awakened coma was clearly visible, thick as a mist, and the divine consciousness instinctively sat up in this dungeon and involuntarily operated the power in the body to fight the ubiquitous cold, and finally felt a little better.
The dungeon here is spacious, like a square flat stone house, and there is never a pothole on the rock wall and ceiling of the stone house.
Obviously it was meticulously excavated by some important person. Yang Bo sat there and looked around.
It was found that the cold air in the ice had a biting sword intent, and it looked extremely fragile, and even the rocks on the walls and roof were frozen into silvery ice rocks.
Although there is a slight imperial sword pressure here, there are extremely advanced rules of the ice cold sword intent domain, but it is not obvious, so with Yang Bo's current strength, it is much easier than just to resist.
"I knew I wouldn't escape marriage..." The beautiful figures of the seven beautiful wives of the Demon Palace suddenly appeared in his mind.
"If you stay in the Demon Palace and get married, you don't have to endure the bans here, but instead embrace and enjoy the blessings of the Qi people. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. However, this place contains the Ice Cold Sword Realm of the Sword Emperor of Cold Wind, the place of the rules of ice. , If you practice after comprehension, as long as you can see the mystery, including the seven-star formation plate, star power, sword intent, and ice cold law, it may greatly shorten the growth time of repair and break through the bottleneck of the late stage of the fairy. Maybe it's the realm of respect?" Thinking of this, Yang Bo decided to once again seriously realize the magic of the cultivation land of Emperor Hanfeng.
Take three deep breaths. Shaking his head to disperse the messy thoughts in his mind, closing his eyes cross-legged, calming his heart, guarding the spiritual platform, slowly feeling this sword intent and cold spreading in the desolate environment, in the closed dungeon, the immortal emperor-level sword intent and the rules of cold have penetrated Inside Yang Bo's body of the soul boy's fairy palace cave and pill palace, the divine sense explored him and began to check the changes in the sword intent and cold energy in his body.
At this moment, Yang Bo's body is in the dungeon like a frozen dead person, with his eyes closed and cross-legged meditation posture, his expression is extremely calm, he does not seem to realize that he is in jail and the torment of losing his freedom, but he seems to be in a deep sleep. Lost life in general.
During the drinking, the two prisoners inadvertently glanced at Yang Bo's calm and peaceful posture. The prisoner Yi Jian looked at Yang Bo in the cell in amazement and said: "Junior, what are you doing?"
"Brother, can't it? This kid actually realized the sword intent of Emperor Hanfeng in prison? Is this still a human? He is in jail?" The prison guard Zhang Jia stood up in surprise and exclaimed.
"Brother, this is called abnormal. Apart from this word, senior brother, I can't think of how to describe this horrible stinky boy. Right now we can look at him. The rest is only waiting for the young master to worry about it." Also the prisoner Yi Jian He looked at Yang Bo sitting cross-legged in the jail with a look of surprise, and said helplessly in awe.