The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the magpies fly south.

After most of the day of breathing adjustment, Yang Yi's mana recovered a lot.

He stood up, his bones and muscles twisted and changed again, and a new face and body shape slowly emerged.

With slightly fair skin, not handsome but pretty face, fluttering with the wind, a brand new "Xiao Chen" appears under the stars in the sky.

Yang Yi went to the lake to see his face at this time, paused slightly, and then his white disciple suit of Kunlun Immortal Sect slowly changed, and eventually turned into a black green robe.

"I will be 'Xiao Chen' for a while from now on." Yang Yi said with satisfaction as he looked now.

In his opinion, Xiao Chen is the most suitable one. However, Xiao Chen has not been here for a long time, and he knows many people and acts in a low-key manner. Moreover, Xiao Chen signed up to enter this trial area and has a legal identity.

Secondly, Xiao Chen is different from Yan Haoran. Xiao Chen is already dead and cannot die anymore, and it makes him extremely safe to disguise.

Thinking of Xiao Chen, Yang Yi took out the blood bead that Xiao Chen had absorbed and turned into.

After studying it carefully for a long time, Yang Yi still couldn't figure it out. How should this be used, should it be taken directly or used as a magic weapon?

Unable to think of the reason, Yang Yi could only throw him into the Void Ring again.

He would not use it easily before he could figure out the function of the blood bead.

"That weird body's suction force exploded, I don't know how to move." Thinking of the terrifying suction force exploded in the last moment of the day, Yang Yi sighed helplessly.

He tried to use his body again, but there was no way. He could not reproduce the scene today, and could only be left as a mystery of the body to be solved later.

Yang Yi stepped up in the air and looked at the tower getting closer and closer under the night. He kept thinking in his mind: "Now tomorrow is the end of the trial. No matter how many desolate orders that have not reached the tower will be eliminated.

At this moment, there may have been many teams entering the tower."

"Absorb these desolation orders in your hands as soon as possible." He murmured to himself.

After taking out more than a hundred pieces of wasteland, Yang Yi took out the Jade Bi of Destiny, resisted the two, and then quickly absorbed the colorful light.

As the colorful light inside was drawn, the pair of black and white lotus flowers between Yang Yi's eyebrows became brighter and brighter. Under his sea of ​​consciousness, under the twelve-grade lotus, the colorful pool became more and more crystal clear, and the colorful halos floated out, illuminating the lotus platform like a dream.

Finally, when the earth was about to usher in the rising sun, Yang Yi absorbed all 102 stone orders.

Now he has one hundred and twenty-two pieces of absorbed wasteland in his hand.

"Two-thirds are spread out and forty dollars are left." Yang Yi thought about it and made a decision.

At this point, his body slowly merged into the earth and quickly shuttled under the earth.

Soon, he found his first target, a man at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

The man was running in the grass while looking around vigilantly, as if he was guarding against the sudden appearance of the enemy.

"ah"

Suddenly, the man exclaimed, and he felt a powerful force coming from the ground. Then he saw a brush-shaped true energy falling from the sky and directly bombarding his head.

"Confucianism...Confucianism?"

This was the man's last thought, and then he fell into endless darkness.

After a few breaths, Yang Yi's figure slowly emerged. He reached out and took the blue and gray bag on the man's waist into his hand.

"Nine yuan, that's OK."

Yang Yi smiled slightly, took out nine pieces of Huang Ling from his backpack that absorbed the colorful light and Huang Ling in the blue-gray bag to replace it.

With a light swing, the blue-gray cloth bag was ready to return to the man's waist without any error.

After doing all this, Yang Yi moved his body and started to search for his prey.

After a while, the man woke up again and looked around in confusion. Then his face changed and he reached out to touch his waist.

"Huh, it's okay. It's not lost. Strange, why did the Confucian monk not take away my order?"

The man opened the cloth bag and saw that Huang Ling was a lot. He breathed a sigh of relief and felt infinite doubts.

In another area, Yang Yi accidentally killed three cultivators at the seventh level of Qi refining, and replaced the wasteland order.

Another half an hour later, on the way of a four-person team, Yang Yi quietly threw down three blue-gray cloth bags, each with ten wasteland orders.

In this way, Yang Yi used various methods to disperse more than 80 absorbed stone orders.

Now he has twenty absorbed stone orders and eighteen absorbed stone orders on his hands.

"It's almost done, it's time to enter the tower." Yang Yi carefully checked his desolation order, put his backpack and other things into the void ring, and stood up in the air and walked towards the tower quickly.

As we move forward, we will retreat whenever we encounter Yang Yi's team or individuals on the road.

Regardless of whether you know it or not, they can't afford to be a foundation-building master who can control the air and move in the air.

Soon, just one mile away from the tower, Yang Yi stopped and looked at the five-man team dozens of meters to his right with a serious look on his face.

A five-person team, four men and one woman, one foundation-building stage, and four qi refining levels.

"It's simply an invincible team." Yang Yi looked sideways. Such teams could rush straight in the Qi Refining Domain. Except for facing the existence of Ling Wushuang, they had almost no taboos.

It’s okay to say that the other four qi refining levels are the man in the foundation-building stage that really makes Yang Yi fearful.

The man was covered in black and covered in a robe with plain white and purple edges. A little sword mark appeared on the middle of his eyebrows.

This man gave Yang Yi the feeling of an unsheathed divine sword. Although the divine light was restrained, as long as it was unsheathed, it could cut straight into the Nine Heavens and turn into the Divine Emperor.

Suddenly, Yang Yi's heart moved, and thought of something, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Jun Fengtian?"

This man and this team are very similar to the invincible person in Xiao Chen and Yan Haoran’s memory and his invincible team.

Hearing Yang Yi's words, the man turned slightly and looked at Yang Yi with a calm expression. "It's Jun, don't you?"

The four people around the man heard him answering, and they couldn't help but widen their eyes, a little incredible.

They knew that this man rarely talked to others, let alone answered and asked about the other person's origin.

"Xiao Chen."

Yang Yi smiled, and at the same time, Xuanyang's true power slowly recovered and was ready to go.

This is a great enemy who is no less than Xiao Chen, who is in the early stage of foundation building, but the other party still gives Yang Yi an unfathomable feeling.

"Good luck."

Jun Fengtian nodded slightly, then he glanced at a small team slowly coming from behind, and silently led the remaining four people toward the tower.

"Young Master, why not..."

In front of him, the only female monk beside Jun Fengtian said in confusion. This female monk has a slender figure, a snow-white neck like a swan, and her beautiful face is infinitely charming with every frown and smile.

Jun Fengtian did not look back and said as he walked, "That Xiao Chen is not simple. Moreover, they are here."

The female monk was stunned. She didn't expect that she would get such an answer. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turn her eyes to Xiao Chen behind and the six people behind Xiao Chen even further away.

As she looked, her pupils suddenly shrank and she said in surprise: "Ling Wushuang!"
Chapter completed!