Who said I practiced the exercises incorrectly?

Entering the peak of strength?

Enter the peak of strength!

Enter the peak of strength!!!

Feeling the surging power all over his body, Ning Yan was stunned for a moment.

He never expected that he would be promoted again in such a short time.

And it is a promotion that spans across a small realm in an instant!
Originally, if there had not been this sudden opportunity, according to the information he had learned, for an ordinary warrior to advance from the initial stage of strength to the peak of the initial stage of strength, unless there were any accidents, it would take at least several years.

Even if he could use the deduced techniques to madly speed up his practice, it would still take at least several months.

But now, he has crossed this distance in an instant.

This not only saved him a lot of time, but also gave him the greatest confidence to deal with the current crisis.

As the strongest among the Dragonborn, the Corpse Holder possesses strength comparable to that of Silk Power at the weakest. If it were in its home turf, it is possible for it to exert the strength of Transformation Power or even a higher level.

Just taking the current Huangquan clone as an example, even if we leave aside its various characteristics such as toxicity and corrosiveness, the power it unleashes is even more terrifying than ordinary silk power.

If it was before his promotion, he would have used up most of his strength in dealing with the dragon beast and the dark vortex. Not to mention fighting this Huangquan clone, it would have been difficult for him to even escape.

And now that he has successfully been promoted, his realm has been greatly improved. At the same time, the energy that was almost exhausted has been completely replenished, even reaching five or six times the original amount.

This is the huge gap between the peak of entering the power and the initial stage of entering the power.

With strength that is worthy of praise, the rage burning in Ning Yan's heart seemed to ignite his entire consciousness.

The next second, facing the terrifying giant palm that was falling down with a bang, under the gazes of many shocked people in the distance, Ning Yan flapped his wings like a firefly and rushed up to meet it.

"Cut it off!"

Ning Yan roared, and the magic sword in his hand burst into a dazzling divine light under the urging of the tremendous force.

The light flashed through the air like a swift arrow, instantly blasting out a large amount of water that fell like rain.

That was clearly the finger that was cut off from Huangquan's giant palm.

To be precise, it is the section of the middle finger.

Ning Yan flapped his wings and floated in the air. Looking at the giant palm that could destroy mountains and collapse the earth, his brows couldn't help but frown slightly.

His strength had indeed improved significantly. For example, he had not been able to cut off a finger so easily before, but this finger was too small compared to the entire palm.

Even if it is cut off, how much damage can it cause to the corpse holder?

This isn't even his real self.

Ning Yan once again felt the terrifying power of geographical advantage.

If he had not been operating here all year round, how could the corpse holder condense an avatar from the underworld?
But now is not the time to get discouraged.

No matter what means the corpse holder uses to condense the Yellow Springs clone, it is bound to not last long.

To use one's own strength to move such a terrifying river flow would inevitably result in enormous consumption, which could not be explained by ordinary magic.

Moreover, in this process, the spirit and strength of the person holding the corpse will also suffer huge losses.

“That makes the situation simpler.”

Looking at the giant Huangquan palm that was slowly repairing and becoming complete again, Ning Yan's eyes were cold:
"Since this will consume resources, I will keep killing your Huangquan clone until it collapses!"

Ning Yan flapped his wings and dived down from the sky again. Facing the giant Huangquan palm with clear patterns on it, the wings behind him spread out suddenly, and he fell like a heavy object. When he was close to the palm, his wings reappeared. In order to pull himself up, he even grew two extra wings on his back.

A total of four huge wings held his body firmly in place, and at this time, the five fingers of the Huangquan giant palm had just reached mid-air.

Ning Yan thrust his sword fiercely into the palm of the giant hand. As the power flowed, the spirit sword in his hand burst into infinite light, and then his four wings flapped wildly. He rushed forward fiercely with the spirit sword, like a gust of strong wind. When the giant palm was about to close, he suddenly rushed out from the edge of the palm and swept into the air. Behind him, a dull roar came from the sound of a clenched fist, as if it could completely crush an entire mountain.

Stopping in mid-air, Ning Yan turned around and looked down, and heard a sudden roar from the river below, followed by the clenched fist shattering with a loud bang.

The four fingers, along with the upper half of the palm, completely collapsed along the smooth incision, turning into a rushing river, suddenly rushing out.

The gaps on both sides of the river bank, which had originally stabilized, were instantly split dozens of feet wide again.

Along with some aquatic beasts, they all fell into the mud and rocks and turned into a pile of minced meat.

At the same time, the gap in the broken palm suddenly rolled upwards again, as if it was trying to condense into a palm again.

Seeing this, Ning Yan spread out his wings behind him without hesitation, preparing to cut off the broken palm at the wrist again.

However, just as he landed near the water surface, before he had time to re-condense his wings, the originally calm water surface suddenly rolled up and turned into another giant palm, grabbing Ning Yan!

The face that emerged from the river suddenly let out a distorted laugh:
"No matter how smart you are, you are not the only one with a brain in this world!"

"I will crush your entire body piece by piece, and let you die in extreme pain."

Ning Yan looked at him coldly, and his body suddenly became extremely strong. Countless black hairs grew on his body, his muscles bulged, and his physique suddenly became larger. He turned into a huge black bear nearly two meters tall.

Relying on the strong physique brought by the bear body, he barely stretched out his giant palm a little, and the next second, the huge and strong bear body immediately turned into a slender and slippery snake body, taking advantage of the brief gap, he jumped out in an instant.

After pouncing out, it immediately returned to its original form, unfolded the long sword in its hand, flapped its wings and flew up, cutting across the giant palm and wrist that had not yet recovered, and finally flew up suddenly.

With a loud bang, the half of the severed palm immediately turned into a broken torrent. Many disaster beasts that had just emerged from the river were swept away by the torrent without even a sound.

"You bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

"I must kill you!!"

The Yellow Springs was shaking and roaring continuously, with the angry roars of the Corpse Holders echoing everywhere. Some of the unbroken mountain walls on both sides were rumbling, and large amounts of rocks were rolling down, splashing countless water.

"It seems like you can't always recover."

Seeing that the giant hand did not reappear for a long time after disappearing, Ning Yan couldn't help but laugh.

Then he rushed down.

After the huge loss of an entire palm, the Corpse Holder had learned his lesson. As he dived, the surface of the river suddenly rippled and countless water arrows shot out.

Ning Yan had already noticed the problem when he saw the waves on the water surface, and he quickly increased his altitude and flew to the side.

Taking advantage of the height difference, he calmly dodged the water arrows that were shooting at him, and then dived down again, and another round of water arrows exploded on the surface of the river.

In an instant, they were already attacking and defending aliens.

In the distance, Li Qingzhi, who had just rescued Zhu Kexin from the mudslide, together with Huang Zeqi, Lin Shilun and others who had retreated to the high ground, as well as many rescued warriors, were all watching the battle between Ning Yan and the Corpse Holder.

Seeing the fierce battle, Lin Shilun couldn't help but sigh:
"I didn't expect Brother Ning to have such an absurdly fast cultivation speed, and his magic is so unimaginably magical. No wonder he is able to wield the Red Gold Order."

Song Canghai, who only had a few pieces of armor left on his body, suddenly said to Shi Xuanqi: "Just looking at the situation of this battle, I'm afraid the grudge between your sect's true disciples will be unresolved. After all, his fighting power is comparable to that of Silk Force, and he has a spiritual weapon in his hand. Even if that old stubborn person in your sect comes, I'm afraid he won't be able to get away with it."

Qianyan Sect elder Shi Xuanqi frowned tightly, but suddenly relaxed after a moment:
"No matter what, I handled the case fairly. I didn't say I was going to do anything to him at the beginning. But Sect Master Xu came and shouted for killing. I'm afraid the feud has already been established."

Xu Huasheng, the leader of the Bomb Sect who was also watching the battle, couldn't help but stiffen his face when he heard this. He immediately said with his neck stiff:

"It's better to resolve a feud than to create one. I was indeed a little impulsive at that time, but we are all more or less comrades in arms in this relic. Since Brother Ning is willing to lend me the spirit sword, it means that he has forgiven me."

"Speaking of which, Brother Ning got a total of four spirit swords this time. He can't use them all by himself. Even with his two senior brothers, there will still be one left. I wonder what conditions I have to offer to get him to trade the spirit swords."

Hearing Lin Shilun's self-questioning, Song Canghai and the others' eyes immediately seemed to be filled with fire.

Everyone understands the importance of spiritual weapons. Even powerful sects like the Jianji Sect and the Futu Sect only have two of them.

It can be said that as long as other sects other than theirs get one of these swords, they can immediately become the third largest sect in the city.

After all, a person holding a spiritual weapon with internal strength can exert a combat power comparable to that of silk strength.

And Si Jin is already the top combat force in Fulong City.

When everyone looked at each other, their eyes quickly fell on Li Qingzhi.

After all, the spiritual weapons Ning Yan got were all swords, and the Jianji Sect was founded on swords. Given their enthusiasm for swords, there is no way they would give up the spiritual sword in Ning Yan's hand.

Once the Jianji Sect joins the fight, outsiders will not be their match at all given their strong foundation. What else is there to fight for?

Facing everyone's inquiring gazes, Li Qingzhi shook her head and said:

"Brother Ning is still fighting fiercely. I don't have the heart to think about such trivial matters now. Let's wait until the battle over there is over."

Lin Shilun looked towards the battlefield, shook his head and sighed:
"Unfortunately, we have exhausted all our strength and are unable to step forward to assist."

Shi Xuanqi listened and said with a wry smile:

"Even if they weren't exhausted, they were both flying up into the air and diving into the water. We couldn't get involved at all."

"Oh, I hope Brother Ning can succeed in this battle. The losses this time are too heavy. We have to bite the corpse holder hard anyway."

……

In the underworld, the sound of the rain of arrows was not as intense as before.

When Ning Yan approached, sparse water arrows shot up, as if they were performing a show.

The giant palm of Huangquan, which was originally as majestic as a mountain, is now only about a quarter of its original size.

Obviously, manipulating water arrows will also consume the power of Huang Quan's clone.

It seemed that if we delayed it a little longer we would be able to kill it.

At this moment, Ning Yan, who swooped down again, suddenly sensed a vague sense of crisis.

He reflexively spread his wings, preparing to soar back up.

The remaining giant palm suddenly exploded.

The next second, endless water arrows suddenly shot out from it, like rain, shooting straight towards Ning Yan.

No matter how nimbly Ning Yan dodged and jumped, there were so many water arrows exploding in an instant that he was still hit by dozens of arrows in the end.

Dozens of arrows hit him, and the huge force carried by the arrows smashed into his strong physique, making his whole body crackle. In the end, there were more than a dozen arrows that suddenly pierced into his body along the defense broken by the previous arrows.

Ning Yan was like a hedgehog floating in the air, causing bursts of exclamations from afar.

The huge human face in the river saw this and burst into wild laughter.

The many arrows that hit Ning Yan quickly turned into rain and fell into the turbid yellow river below.

Ning Yan looked at the dozen or so holes on his body expressionlessly.

“It doesn’t seem to be a big problem.”

"It's just that the wind is a little cold."

For ordinary strength or even silk strength, this injury would be fatal. However, he practiced the "Eight Organs and Nine Bowels Mixed Origin Divine Art", and every organ in his body was greatly strengthened, and they all had complete functions of the five internal organs.

Therefore, this injury only looks scary, but actually does not have much impact.

The only thing worth worrying about is that the water arrow is condensed from the spring water of the Yellow Spring, and is naturally extremely toxic and corrosive.

Now that his internal organs have been injured, the injury will heal soon, but the residual toxins in the wound will be more troublesome. After all, he has not tried injecting toxins directly into the body. What if he is poisoned?
But there was no clean water around for him to take out his internal organs and wash them.

While he was worried, all the holes on his body had healed.

"It seems... not a big problem?"

Ning Yan felt it roughly and indeed did not feel anything unusual.

"Then it's time to fight back!"

Facing the incredulous expression on the face of the person in the river, Ning Yan dived down again.

Only halfway through the flight, the expression on the man's face suddenly became extremely crazy, and strong waves quickly spread across the surface of the river.

Ning Yan immediately understood the corpse holder's thoughts -

He wants to self-destruct his clone!

Before he could turn around and leave, the man in the river suddenly froze in expression, and then let out a mournful roar:
"Do not--!"

The next second, the faces of the people in the river suddenly collapsed and turned into countless rivers that dispersed in all directions. Only Ning Yan, with a frown and a puzzled look on his face, floated in the air.

……

Upstream of Huangquan, next to a palace.

Guan Ruoyu casually took back the dark Dangshan Seal.

Under the huge mountain seal, the entire hall was razed to the ground, and underneath were countless smashed corpses.

At the edge of the corpses, there was a half head with dragon horns, and an expression of disbelief and fear still remained on its face.

Guan Ruoyu looked at him briefly, then felt a little disappointed:
"It seems there is none here either."

"I didn't find the Blue Silver Grass, and I didn't find the secret treasure. Forget it, I'll look deeper. I hope I won't be too disappointed."

Before she finished her words, she had already swept inside like a wisp of smoke. (End of this chapter)