The Dead Wilderness is another barrier to protect the Sword Clan in addition to Zhenlong Mountain, serving as a misty city wall on the periphery, discouraging all outsiders.

The climate of the Dead Wilderness is unpredictable, and the most violent side of nature is on full display here.

Hurricanes, torrential rains, hailstorms, scorching sun, tornadoes, sandstorms, lightning, all the bad weather in the world can be encountered here.

There is no heaven and earth aura in this land, only the rotten aura left by natural disasters.

There is no benefit to entering the Wilderness of Death, only endless dangers.

The Sword Dead left the Sword Clan and went to the outside world, embarking on the only relatively safe route in the Dead Wilderness, known as the Secret Path.

This road was opened up by the great migration of the sword clan two thousand years ago, and the ancestor sword spirit was opened up by himself.

Relative security does not mean absolute security.

On the first day, the sword was hit by hail the size of an egg.

The hail hit the sturdy back, shattering into patches of white mist.

The sword was protecting his head, his bare neck was reddened, but he still advanced as fast as he could, and the hail in the sky could not stop him from moving forward.

There are many things that support the sword to move forward, hail, lightning, rainstorm, all of which can't help him.

There is also a rule to abide by when walking on the secret path, and you can never use spiritual power spells, which is an ancestral precept and an experience accumulated over time.

In the Wastes of Death lies a hungry and bloodthirsty humanoid ape, a monalike created by the Chaos Dragon.

Spiritual energy is the best food for deformed beasts, and in this parched land, it only takes someone to mobilize a trace of spiritual power, and those spiritual power devourers can smell his fragrance.

If they find it, it will be like a swarm of locusts sweeping over the wheat, and there will be no bones left.

Not being able to use spiritual power means that you can't resist the sword, and you can't activate the body protection aura.

Everyone can only rely on a pair of legs and rely on their bodies to fight with nature through the Death Wilderness, which makes the Death Wilderness the strongest obstacle to protect the Sword Clan.

If a person who does not know the secret path steps into this land, he will either be killed by various natural disasters, or he will be lost and become the stomach of unknown monsters, and even his bones will be swallowed by the hungry earth.

Jian Deceased knew the power of this land, and a long time ago, he set up a safe house along the secret path as a temporary resting place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Soon, a square building appeared at the end of the hazy road as far as the eye could see.

Relieved, he quickened his pace, and when he got closer, he found that the safe house had been disfigured beyond recognition by the violent climate, the iron-cast walls were pitted, and the whole house was tilted.

It took a lot of effort to open the rusty and deformed iron door.

The space of more than 10 square meters inside is simply furnished with tables, chairs and a single bed, which is covered with ice ballast.

A large hole was broken in the tin sheet of the roof of the shed, and hail crackled and fell from the hole.

Sword Afterlife began to consider building a safe house with stronger materials, and steel seemed to be a good choice, at least to withstand the impact of hail.

I found a corner where the hail couldn't cover it, and began to close my eyes and recuperate.

When Jian was young, he traveled all over the Northern Wilderness Continent, looking for the reason why the night became longer, as far as the City of Thousand Stars in the west, and as far as the Savage Sea in the south, he saw the pavilion master of the Thousand Feather Pavilion in the forest in the east, saw the majestic Great Wall of Heaven, appreciated the charming style of the Red Snow Mountain, and also drank and talked with friends in the City of Clouds.

He has his own story in this world, the magic sword, the sword death.

The world has not forgotten the story of the magic sword.

He's about to return to the world for something.

The hail stopped in the early hours of the next morning, and the water in the safe house spilled to the soles of the feet.

Jian Jisheng looked up at the hole in the roof of the shed, and the weather today was scorching.

He pushed open the deformed iron door and left the safe house.

Take off your coat and cover your head from the vicious sun.

After the hail, the weather became extremely hot, like two extremes, and the sun could easily bake the bare skin with a burnt smell, and everything in the wilderness was melting.

Jian Jie Sheng has long been surprised by the abnormal weather, and just buries his head in the past.

He had informed his trusted partner with the two-phase stone a month earlier, and had made an appointment with a place and time to meet.

Along the secret path, after the baptism of hail, scorching sun, torrential rain, and hurricane, it took half a month for the sword to finally see the frozen Zimu River.

The snow-capped slopes on the other side of the river meant that it was normal winter, and it meant that he had stepped out of the fickle wilderness of death.

Just at the agreed time, Jian Deceased saw that familiar figure at the north entrance of Impermanence Town.

His friend rubbed his palms together and exhaled a white haze, and two sturdy yellow horses were tied to a simple gate made of three logs.

The sword came forward and hugged the old friend. "Old friend, your hair is still so wild and uninhibited, and your style of dressing is still so ——— eclectic. ”

The man's eyes were like torches, as if there was lightning flashing, his hair was as messy as withered grass, he was dressed in grass-green clothes, and his neck and wrists were covered with jewelry made of various precious metals.

No wonder Sword Death ridiculed his aesthetics.

The man is the friend of life and death in the death of the sword, the Thunder King, Gu Wrong.

The two of them experienced the Five Holy Judgments together, lost the most important person, and their grief was engraved in their hearts.

"I'm here to reflect your scarf, you've been carrying it for the rest of your life. Gu Cuo in turn teased the blue scarf of the sword's death.

"Hahaha!"

The two looked at each other and laughed, after many years, the other party is still the same as in memory.

Jian Shen untied the reins of a horse and asked Gu Cuo: "Have the two things I asked you to inquire about have been settled?"

Gu Cuo exhaled hot air and rubbed his hands: "I heard it, what you want happens to be in Fujun City, lying rusty in the secret treasury, the good news is that the guard force of the imperial capital has almost been emptied, and the invasion should be very simple." ”

"What about the other one?" asked Jian Shusheng.

"The second thing is more troublesome, only a very few people at sea have seen the volcano you described, and they are not willing to share it with me, that route is too dangerous, few ships choose, but there are still people who take risks, there are about twenty-eight ships that travel between the imperial capital and the Emerald City all year round, and will pass through there, this is the list. ”

Gu Cuo handed over a piece of paper.

"Thank you. Jian Shusheng glanced at it and put the list away.

Gu Cuo waved his hand: "Don't say thank you between you and me." ”

"But where are we going? It's not only cold, it's weird, and the people in town don't seem to welcome me. Gu Cuo glanced back at the silent town that didn't make any sound. ”

"Go to the imperial capital of Tianji first and help Juncheng. The sword didn't say much, turned over and got on the horse, and walked away with his legs in the dust.

"You're always so direct! You haven't seen me for so long, and you don't say hello to me. Gu Cuo sighed, also got on the horse's back, and chased after him.

The two of them made their way south through the town named after impermanence and built on the edge of the Dead Wilderness.

On the way, Jian Deceased asked about the current situation.

Gu Cuo held a straw pole in his mouth and explained. "The world is in turmoil, and the entire Northern Wilderness Continent is in the midst of a war. ”

"It's only been a few years, and the guys in the south can't sit still so much?" said Jian Shusheng.

Gu Cuo replied: "It's not an immortal cultivator, the Tianji Empire has doubled the tax revenue, the people in the ten states are not happy, the king of Cangzhou petitioned for the people, and was beheaded by the regent of Tianji, and his son rebelled, and the Wanchen Kingdom was established." ”

"Civil war. ”

"That's right, now that the two countries are evenly matched, Tianji and Wanchen are preparing for a decisive battle on the White Oak Plain. ”

"Let them bite each other. Jian Xiangsheng snorted coldly, his tone revealing his disgust for the Tianji Empire.

They traveled for several days in a row, and one evening, while resting, Gu Coo-folded a branch and drew a route in the snow.

"We need to get around the war zone, and we have to avoid the ruins of steel, where there is now a very dangerous group of men, vicious, driven mad by war, a bunch of unprincipled fanatics with problems in their heads. We changed from the direction of the upside down mountain, along the Wang Mu River diversion ride, along the way there will be some fishing villages for us to rest, in the middle only through the Qingxi City, for us to change horses, although some long detours, but the value of safety. ”

The sword nodded, his face as heavy as iron, and along the way, he saw too many villages looted, crops harvested, and the roots rotted in the snow, regardless of whether they could be replanted the next year.

Even the small towns we pass through are deserted, with men being drafted into the army, old and weak women and children taking refuge in larger cities, and refugees migrating barefoot to unknown cities.

The victims of war are always ordinary people.

Then they set up a makeshift stove out of wood and stone, placed a hare, and the fingertips of the sword burned white flames.

Gu Cuo hurriedly stopped the sword and died. "Wait a minute, Boss, put away the fire of your heart, the flame of the sword-forging will spoil the deliciousness, so I'll do it. ”

Gu Cuo's palm burst into lightning, lit a bonfire, and licked the hare with his tongue of fire.

Wait until there is a sizzling sound, then sprinkle a handful of spices on the top.

"Boss, why is your cultivation so weak? Is it my delusion? After Gu Cuo finished speaking, he tore off a rabbit leg, the fragrance of spices and meat was fragrant, and he made a sizzling sound when he bit into it.

"I'm still wondering how long you're going to hold back. Jian Jisheng took out the bottle and took a sip. "I failed in the breakthrough of the Seventh Realm Tribulation Realm, I remember that some people called this kind of thing 'one kick', if I failed to break through the realm, I would be rejected by God with one kick, and the cultivation in my body returned to heaven and earth little by little over time, but seven is really an unlucky number. ”

Gu Cuo wiped the oil on his mouth, and took the wine bottle handed over by the sword.

"Then there are still seven holes left in your sword, but cultivating immortals is like that, small tribulations, big calamities continue, don't care too much, the important thing is that you are still alive. ”

"I didn't care, I didn't have much time, but I had a lot to do. "The sword looked at the burning fire, his life was like the fiery red carbon underneath, burning fast and extinguishing fast.

A pot of wine was served, and the roasted hare was finished.

"Ready, let's go. The sword said.

"I thought we were going to get some sleep. "Gu Cuo took the opportunity to lie down.

"During the war, if you camp in the wilderness, there is a high chance that you will be slipped by a passing refugee or deserter who will take advantage of his sleep and take away everything including clothes and boots. ”

"Will the famous sword be afraid of those little thieves?"

"I'm not afraid of those people, but I'm not here for them, small troubles will delay a lot of time, and we need to avoid them as much as possible, and besides, we have to rush back the time for the detour. As he spoke, he packed his things and placed them on his horse.

"Well, you're the boss, listen to you. Gu Cuo said helplessly.

They had already reached a consensus that before arriving in Fujun City, they would only choose a relatively safe place such as a homestay or inn to spend the night, and the rest of the time would be spent on the road.

Two men rode horses, stepping on the snow, galloping into the thin southern night.