Shang Yin knew very well that this was just the first level.

With such a level of fighting spirit, I can only concentrate on my treatment and concentrate on it.

When he took the second step again, his fighting spirit was fierce, which was an impact on the sea of ​​consciousness of the mind.

At this moment, his mind was integrated with Shang Suwen, and it was not difficult to face this level of fighting spirit suppression.

"I won't help you resist." Shang Suwen said lightly.

"Don't worry, I don't want you to help me resist, but the integration of understanding can make me feel more." Shang Yin stepped on again.

He walked up step by step, and each step the pressure increased a lot.

Compared to Hanhan's journey, Shang Yin seemed very slow. He walked very steadily, but he was also very slow.

"If the goddess Luojia was besieged that day, how did she walk up these fighting stairs?" Shang Yin was sweating profusely when he arrived at the forty-ninth stairs.

The suppression of fighting spirit that you have to endure at all times is unimaginable.

What is consumed is not just one's own strength, but more of one's mental strength.

Because my will is suffering all the time.

"How powerful was the goddess Luojia back then? When she was seriously injured, she could still step through these steps and reach the underground palace hall?" Shang Yin gritted his teeth and sweated heavily.

Compared to the naive man on the side, it is easier.

He had already arrived in front of the underground palace and was waiting for Shang Yin.

For countless years, under the Stone Forest Formation, he was tortured by eternal loneliness, endless darkness and despair. Now he has long been as firm as iron and is not shaken by any fighting spirit.

“Seventy-two.”

“Eighty-one.”

"Ninety-five!"

"Ninety-six!"

"Ninety-seven!"

Su San and Su Jiuwei watched Shang Yin go up step by step, the more difficult it is to reach the back steps.

They couldn't feel it personally, but when they saw Shang Yin's body being pressed down, they knew how much pressure he was under at this moment.

Shang Yin stepped onto the 98th floor, feeling that his bones were about to break, and his violent fighting spirit squeezed from all directions, making him unable to breathe.

He felt that his thoughts were about to be crushed, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices.

But even so, Shang Yin still straightened his back, raised his head and chest without giving in at all. He had already walked here and had no reason to retreat.

Back then, the goddess Luojia was assassinated by the barbarians, the Immortal Sect, and the elites led by Fang Jin. After being seriously injured, she was able to walk to the underground palace.

There is no reason why I am now, and I can't get up even if I can't do my best now, and I'm in vain for their bloodline.

Hanhan was standing aside, looking calmly, but he did not dissuade him, because at this time, any words were likely to be fatal to Shang Yin.

Shang Yin could not hear any voice from the outside world, and Shang Suwen, who was in harmony with his mind, was silent like never before. At this moment, he felt that the bones of his body had dense cracks and his five internal organs were cracking inch by inch.

The last step is right in front of you.

But Shang Yin felt that as long as he took this step, he would be killed and crushed to pieces because his body could not bear it at all.

The fighting spirit that rushed over him suffocated him.

Want to destroy his will and lose confidence.

"I must take the body of the goddess Luojia back so that Shang Tianzheng will no longer regret it. This is the best reward I can do and I will do it even if it is dangerous!" Shang Yin knew that he was not their grandson, but their blood flowed in his body. Shang Tianzheng's words and deeds and deeds to him were accompanied by memory and integrated into his bones and blood.

"While Shang Tianzheng is still alive, even if his secret injury cannot be healed, he will not regret it. At least he can see the last glance of the person he loves."

He took the last step.

Shang Yin, who was originally extremely heavy and shaking, was surprisingly relaxed when he took the last step.

A strong force was integrated into his body, reshaping the bones, flesh and internal organs all over his body.

The two runes on the chest shook slightly, and turned directly into dark blue, with purple light flowing out.

Shang Yin opened his eyes and felt that he seemed to be reshaped by broken bones. His mind was firmer than before, and the blood in his body was even more intense.

This is the blessing of fortune from the barbarian lineage.

In his hands, the small immortal jade was broken in an instant, turning into pure power, the power of the battle spirit level, and integrated into the body.

"It seems that the fortune of the barbarian ancestors was not to only give to their own people, but to all spirits in the world." Hanhan sighed softly, and Shang Yin's performance really shocked him.

"Comfortable..." Shang Yin felt that his body, up and down, had his broken bones integrated into the unyielding fighting spirit and the power of the immortal jade, and transformed independently.

He let out a long sigh. At this moment, he felt that he was extremely powerful and he had gone further from the Immortal Body Realm.

The underground palace is right in front of you.

Along the way, he saw the eight-star or even nine-star elites of the Tuxian Sect, who were also beheaded and died on the steps. He must have been shaken in his heart.

"Let's go." Hanhan held the battle axe in his hand. He personally crossed the ninety-nine steps back then, but now there has not been much change for him.

The door to the underground palace is open.

In the center of the hall, there is a huge coffin.

At the end is the throne, which seems to be a piece of black armor on it.

This is one of the magic weapons Hanhan wanted to obtain the most back then, but he did not obtain them back then. Today, he saw it again and again, things have changed.

He wanted to take it away and prevent it from staying here and covering it with dust.

Hanhan walked to the coffin and there was a white bone. He knelt in front of the coffin, lowered his head, and his clothes had long been eroded and torn to pieces by time.

But this skeleton was extremely tall. In front of him, there was a stone tablet with words belonging to the barbarians.

Shang Yin and Shang Suwen have an agreement, but they cannot understand the text above, but they can sense the tragic emotions above.

Hanhan looked at the text above and said:

"I am the Chiyou clan, the priest of the barbarian witch."

"The son of the Barbarian King, Chi Youxian, was brutally assassinated."

"The mother of Chi Youxian, Xing Tianli, was humiliated by the bloodline of the clan and was imprisoned."

"Chiyouxian's mother tribe was furious and started a military force to question the crime."

"In order not to destroy the friendship between the two clans, thousands of troops of Xingtian clans met, they decided to lead the elite troops and fight to the decisive battle before the ancestors."

"The elite barbarians in this battle are all lost, but I am Xing Tianli, and Chi Youxian and his son are jealous of blood. I have proved his innocence and have no regrets."

"I hope my barbarian bloodline can remember this lesson and not repeat the same mistakes for the sake of fighting for the throne..."

He didn't expect that this civil strife would break out because of himself.

After all, someone supported his mother's side back then, otherwise he would have died long ago.

If that is the case, Xing Tian should have been here too.

The pass of the Shilin Formation is here. Should you want to break through the formation and save yourself?

However, most Xing Tian family is not good at formations, and they can only end up in vain.
Chapter completed!