A huge silver light jumped out of the dark clouds.

A ball of light that emits billions of silver light is like a silver sun. The dark world suddenly shines with silver white. Looking up, everything in the world has crossed a layer of silver light. Clouds, mountains, stones, trees, grass, all colors are covered by silver light, magnificent and beautiful, and the world is pure like a fairyland.

Qingyang's eyes were confused, moved by the incredible beauty in front of him. This is not a simple visual effect, but the silver light contains unparalleled power. In it, not only every pore in the body feels warm and comfortable, but even the soul has a feeling of being washed and pure. All the anger, sadness, and pain in the heart disappear under the comfort of the light, and there is only unspeakable joy and peace in the heart. With Qingyang's self-control, he is also intoxicated by both body and mind.

Out of the instinct of the blood nerves, Gao Yuan saw through the essence of the silver light at a glance. Gao Yuan was frightened and alert in his heart. The silver light looked magnificent, but its essence would assimilate and erode all other existences. Its domineeringness is even far superior to the blood nerves. And the vast light that cleanses people's hearts will involuntarily indulge in the vastness of the vastness, and then what awaits him is the fate of both souls and souls that will turn into a silver light.

As soon as the silver light subsided, all the light returned to the silver ball of light. The silver ball of light paused, then dragged its long tail flame and fell down like a meteor, and finally silently sank into the thousand-year-old poplar tree's residence.

Watching the silver ball of light disappear at the other end of the hill, Qingyang felt lost. Before she could come back to her senses, a silver column of light suddenly ejected from the other end of the hill. Then, the invisible and vast shock wave spread from all directions.

Qingyang felt his head buzzing, and he couldn't hear any sound. Then the mountain shook and the ground, and the huge rock under him was like an epilepsy patient, trembling violently. Although Qingyang was very skilled, his legs were weak at this time and he could not use any effort. At the critical moment, Qingyang still remembered to hold Gao Yuan tightly, for fear that the sudden change would make Gao Yuan lose his life, so she would die too unfairly.

With violent trembling, a lot of sand and stones rolled down from the top of the mountain. Fortunately, the mountain is not high, and the mountain is gentle and lush, and the sparse stones rolled down are not threatening.

After a minute, the violent storm slowly calmed down.

Gao Yuan waited until the shock calmed down before he slowly said, "If you don't let go, my arm will be pulled off..." Qingyang then noticed that he was holding too hard, and the layer of black skin on his arm had been scratched off. Qingyang let go of his hand disapprovingly and frowned, "It's not just to save you. Don't worry about it!"

This woman saw that she had the upper hand and became tough in her words. However, Gao Yuan also knew that Qingyang hated her to the core, so that it would not be much different. If she still obeyed her, that would be strange.

However, she will one day understand how cruel the reality is, and now Gao Yuan doesn't need to pay attention to her.

Qingyang felt very relieved when he saw Gao Yuan being defeated. "You just wait here and pray that I will succeed! If I get the Yimu Zhenyuan, you will be saved..." Gao Yuan said coldly: "You throw me away, you are really irresponsible for your life..."

"What do you want? Can't you carry you away? You are not a three-year-old child. You can't contribute, but don't hold back, OK?" Qingyang was a little impatient and was not polite when he spoke. Qingyang was as tall as a sword, with a cold face, but he was extremely happy. The depression that had always been scattered is now mostly out.

Qingyang also knew that it was not wise to do this, but when he thought of Gao Yuan's actions, Qingyang could no longer bear it. And no matter how strong Gao Yuan was, he would be a useless person in this mission. As for the vast world in the future, even if there was still a day to meet, then I don't know what the situation would be.

Even so, Qingyang was really worried and threw Gao Yuan over here. After thinking about it, Qingyang took out a camouflage sleeping bag and put Gao Yuan in. Finally, he found a grass ditch among the small trees on the hillside, stuffed Gao Yuan in, and then covered some branches. He looked around and saw that there were no major flaws. Qingyang went there with confidence.

Qingyang climbed over the hill and saw a terrifying round pit in the center of the dense poplar forest covering dozens of miles. The edge of the round pit was neatly cut like a knife, forming a perfect circle, several miles in a circle, and more than ten meters deep in the deepest part. The trees around the round pit fell to the outside in a neat and regular manner. Qingyang felt a chill in his heart. The silver ball of light just now was actually so powerful. Can grandma survive this power?

Standing by the edge of the round pit, you can clearly see that the soil in the round pit is melted by the high temperature instantly, presenting a turbid glazed shape. At the center, there is a blue light ball the size of a basketball is not rolling and shining. Qingyang can even see the silver divine light wandering in the rich blue light ball.

Just by looking at the blue light ball, you can feel the endless vitality contained in it. And the silver light kept wandering, and the light became dimmer. Needless to say, the blue light ball was the true source of Yimu. Qingyang's first reaction was, where did grandma go?

As far as she knows, the true source of Yimu is like grandma's heart. Although it is the source of grandma's power, it has no consciousness. Could it be that grandma was destroyed by the heavenly tribulation? Qingyang didn't want to wait, and activate the ancient Red Flame Sword, just wanted to get the true source of Yimu.

At this moment, Yan Chixia's deep voice came from beside her, "Let's wait, the nine heavens' clear-shaped divine thunder have not been merged by the true source of Yimu. It is very dangerous to take action at this time." Yan Chixia was covered in silver light, with her feet several feet above the ground, and quietly floating behind Qingyang.

Qingyang was slightly surprised when he heard this, and then smiled slightly, "Brother Yan, are you here for this?" Yan Chixia looked at the ball of Yimu Zhenyuan and nodded with a complicated expression: "Yes, but Yimu Zhenyuan has a strong power, and I only take half of it."

Qingyang felt relieved. A heroic and open-minded man like Yan Chixia should not tell lies. And just seeing that he can control his sword in the air, but his sword intent is hidden, you know that his sword control skills are already superb and far beyond his own comparison. For a weak person like himself, Yan Chixia has no need to tell lies.

As the two were talking, a golden light suddenly flashed from afar. Yan Chixia frowned and said, "This monk, you should join in the fun too!" The golden light stopped not far beside Yan Chixia. Mingkong clasped Yan Chixia in the golden light and said, "Amitabha, have you seen Taoist Master Yan..."

Yan Chixia did not respond and asked directly, "What are you here for fun?" Mingkong said solemnly, "I have to come here. There is a person who is born with a weak and needs this treasure to cure it. Therefore, he has to come here..." Although Yan Chixia looked very rude, Mingkong was not angry, but instead explained his purpose. Moreover, Qingyang noticed that Mingkong did not call himself a memorial. This can only prove one thing: Yan Chixia is more respectful than Mingkong and has stronger strength, so that the old monk would be so polite and humble.

Yan Chixia snorted coldly and said, "You can take it as soon as you say it, what should we do?" "Amitabha..." Mingkong chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice and said, "I only take half of it, I'll ask Master Yan to fulfill it..."

"You take half, I take half, what should I do?" Yan Chixia asked back without hesitation. Mingkong smiled bitterly. Although others are generous, they are never pedantic. Yimu True Source has no master, whoever has the ability will take it, but there is no reason why the person who sees it has a share. With Qingyang's power, he is not qualified to get anything in front of the two of them.

Qingyang bowed to Mingkong and said, "Master, my friend was seriously injured and died every day. You have seen this with your own eyes. The master is saving people, and I am saving people. Please help me..."

Mingkong shook his head and said, "The person I saved is very important, and it is related to the people of the world. I really cannot give in to this matter..." Yan Chixia said disdainfully: "You don't care about this monster doing evil, but you want to take advantage of it at this time, so it's not that easy!"

Mingkong said nothing, but his expression was very firm. His senior brother was willing to lose his lifespan to calculate the secrets of heaven, and he arrived here just in a good way. This treasure is of great importance and cannot be passed in just a few words. Since both sides are unwilling to give in, they can only rely on their own abilities.

Seeing Mingkong's appearance, Yan Chixia and Qingyang knew that words were impossible to touch him, and if they continued to talk, they were just a waste of words and made people laugh.

"Are you afraid you won't do it?" Yan Chixia said dissatisfied. She turned to Qingyang and said, "I will deal with this monk, just go and get the true source of Yimu." Yan Chixia said as the silver sword light moved, and the sword intent that soared into the sky immediately locked Mingkong. Qingyang nodded hard at Yan Chixia, indicating that he would never let down his trust.

Yan Chixia's method is simple and effective. However, although this method is simple, it requires Yan Chixia to have great trust in Qingyang. Mingkong did not expect that Yan Chixia would actually trust Qingyang so much, and he couldn't think of any countermeasures for a moment, and he couldn't help but have a headache.

Mingkong knew that his skills were slightly inferior to Yan Chixia, and was blocked by Yan Chixia's sword intent. Mingkong looked at Qingyang jumping into the deep pit, and couldn't help but feel regretful that he didn't bring Jiang Yun. Although Jiang Yun's character is not good, his skills are not inferior to Qingyang. With him, the situation is very different. At this time, he could only watch Qingyang helplessly take the treasure.

Qingyang arrived in front of the green light ball and saw that the silver divine lights had disappeared. The true source of Yimu in front of him was no longer variegated, only as clear as jade. As the soft green light shone, Qingyang felt cool all over and his spirit was even more refreshed.

After Qingyang was sure that there was no danger, he was about to reach out to take it. A black shadow suddenly flashed across the corner of his eyes, and Yan Chixia's warning came from behind him, "Be careful..." Qingyang's reaction was also extremely alert. Without thinking, he activated the ancient red flame sword on his body, and a red sword light was emitted to protect him.

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