After getting used to the senses brought by the seventh change, the day came to the mysterious stone tree.

The prohibition above was gone, and he placed his hand on the Zhenlong Stone, feeling the destructive power contained in the stone.

He had a connection with Zhenlongshi, his soul blended, and countless sword shadows flew in his mind, as if a new language had been generated, which made people seem to understand it or not.

This should be the resonance that Shi Lingqingcang said.

Tens of thousands of sword shadows circulated on the surface of the crystal stone.

Dayday's fingers were deeply buckled into the crack of the stone, and with a click, almost without effort, the Zhenlong Stone was detained.

The mysterious stone tree is like a noodle that is absorbed from the Zhenlong Stone.

By day, he looked at the stone in his hand.

Countless sword shadows are precipitated under the skin of the stone, no longer as in the stone tree, and the light and shadow are intertwined, flowing arbitrarily.

But if you look closely, they're still moving, but so slowly that they're barely visible to the naked eye.

At this time, Shi Lingqingcang appeared again, it had just given all its remaining power to Daylight, and it looked even more depressed,

Shi Lingqingcang's face was relieved. "You've got it, I'm free. ”

During the day, he spread out his palms and showed the Zhenlong Stone. "How to use this stone. ”

"With the fact that you can't manipulate such a treasure as the Zhenlong Stone now, you are really a lucky person, carrying so many powerful things on your body, Wanluo Sword Collection, a master-level weapon, and now with the addition of the Zhenlongshi. ”

"Wanluo Jianzang?" Bai Tian was puzzled, and he heard the name at the beginning.

"It's that little bag. Shi Ling said.

"What is it?" asked Daylight.

"Wanluo Jianzang and Zhenlongshi don't have time, I'm going to fall asleep again, and it will be about ten years before I wake up, if you need help, come to me, I'll help you one more time. Qing Cang turned around, walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down slowly.

"Don't tell me what they're going to do?" said Bai Tian eagerly, he had a blood feud and needed everything he could to help.

Shi Lingqingcang's body gradually stiffened, turning into a sitting stone statue, looking at the vast forest sea on Zhenlong Mountain.

Daytime was helpless, looking at the small cloth bag that Shi Ling called Wanluo Jianzang, it could have been explained clearly in three or two sentences, but it was petrified at the critical moment.

Now that he has been promoted to the seventh change, his spiritual power is more abundant, so he must try to crack it.

During the day, he had a small cloth bag in one hand and a small black stone in the other, and he realized three days and three nights next to the stone spirit.

In the end, I still didn't get anything, and I didn't realize how to use it.

In the end, Daylight was relieved.

Perhaps, as Shi Lingqingcang said, he doesn't have the ability to drive these things yet.

So they went down the mountain.

Depart from Zhenlong Mountain and enter the Wilderness of Death.

Walked for three days in the Wilderness of Death.

Walking with a difficult step during the day, he made a serious mistake.

Immersed in grief all the time, he came out of the village without enough rations.

The food had been eaten for more than two months on Zhenlong Mountain, and after reaching the peak of the Transcendent Realm, he was in good condition and didn't care.

Now his stomach began to protest.

Although energy is produced in the body after the fifth change, the feeling of stomach cramps is still painful.

The Dead Wilderness is desolate, and there is nothing to fill the belly.

Daylight did not have the courage to turn back, and to face the empty village, he could only endure.

Walked for another two days.

The two long swords began to become a burden on the burden, and even the puppet hanging from the waist weighed a thousand pounds, and kept falling.

Especially the huge Flame Rushing Sword.

Daylight thought as he advanced, and the Wilderness of Death seemed to be sucking his power, but he would not die to discard the two swords, each of which was of great significance.

Staring ahead in a trance, using weak willpower to concentrate on moving one foot to the other.

The Dead Wastes were once home to the Sword Clan, the first seven clans who ruled the world on behalf of the gods.

The war of destruction destroyed most of the world, and the Sword Clan's homeland was not spared, some of them became wilderness, and some of them were reduced to oceans.

After the destruction of the evil dragon, the sword ancestor Jian Lingxu led the remnants of the sword clan back here to escape the world and rebuild their homeland.

The Desolate Ancient Sword Clan is now left alone by daylight, leaving his homeland alone and becoming the last son of the sword.

The existence of the secret path is only relatively safe, not absolute.

Before I knew it, the fog was up, the world was cut off, the mountains, the ancient trees, the sun were gone, and Daytime wondered if this would be one of the many dangers.

The mist penetrated through his clothes, soaked into his skin, and was cool, like countless sticky little hands pulling him down.

As we go deeper and deeper, the fog gets thicker, and the signposts on the trail need to be very close to see, and only the solid ground beneath your feet can bring some security.

The day continued to walk for a while, and even the ground beneath his feet could not be seen.

In the vast white world, there is a strange feeling in the daytime, someone stares at him in the fog and follows him.

He tried to use his sword to dispel the mist, and the white mist adhered to the blade, and no matter how he slashed, there would be no ripple.

He thought about resting in place again, and by noon the sun would dissipate the fog.

But an inexplicable howl dispelled the idea, and he could only drag his tired body on, praying that he would not deviate from the secret path.

The fog lasts into the evening, when the milky white mist slowly becomes gloomy.

Daylight knew that night was coming, and he had to get to the next supply point and spend the night there before it fell.

He always felt that there was a ghost behind him, and every time he looked back, it was just a white mist.

Probably a psychological effect, but hopefully it was just an illusion, and the day forced himself to eliminate distracting thoughts.

After a while, the white mist turned into a rain of ice, then into hail, and the ice ballast became like darts, and it became more difficult to walk.

"It's bad luck. Daylight cursed.

In fact, Daylight was already very lucky, and after walking for so long, the Dead Wilderness began to leak out its fangs.

Something caught Daylight's attention at the gray end ahead, a supply point, and it quickened its pace against the hail.

The supply point is a small, boxy house, made of discarded materials made of steel and steel plates, and there is plenty of supplies inside.

When the Sword Clan convoy passes by, it will take shelter from the bad weather, rest and replenish its strength, and when it returns, it will refill the supplies and food at the supply point for the next use.

I groped for the door during the day and went in, it was very simple, there were all kinds of daily necessities, and some moldy food was placed on the table, and he made the best use of it, although it was unpalatable, but it could replenish his strength.

The blood stains on the ground and on the walls had dried up for a long time, reminding visitors that there had been a battle here, and whoever it was, had gone to the village with the army of blood golems and was buried by Daylight's own hands.

Once Daylight's dream was to be a member of the transport team, he dreamed of wearing blue clothes and walking out of the Sword Clan to see the world outside.

At that time, no matter where he wanted to go, home was a harbor, but now he left home, like a leaf falling into the sea, he could only go with the flow, and never return to the original point.

The next day, as soon as the day dawned, the day immediately set out, and the rest of the road was met with strong winds, torrential rain, sun, extreme cold, and extreme heat.

The normal solar term is late autumn, but the Wilderness of Death experiences the change of seasons, like a fickle angry woman smashing bad weather to the ground.

Now in the daytime, the land is cracked and horizontal, and there is no end in sight.

Whenever a strong wind passed, a golden sandstorm would be rolled up, and the sun was overwhelmed by the dust, and it took all its strength to see through a few pitiful rays of light, and in a blink of an eye it was covered by the wind and sand.

Only the wind is the master of this barren land, and it is the only one who can roam freely in this boundless land.

Walking on the barren, the hard ground leaves no footprints.

The wind and sand wrap the day like a golden satin cloak, and with each step, the silk composed of wind and sand behind you will be elongated a little more.

The master of the Dead Wilderness was blowing into the daylight, trying to stop his progress, but like flowing water hitting a boulder, it could not shake his firm conviction in the slightest.

The body bent by the strong wind forms a strong contrast with its steady steps.

"Ah!!!——h "I must go out, I must get out of the way of !!!!"

Daylight covered his mouth and nose with a blue scarf and a determined gaze as he continued to move forward.