The half-foot-long blade instantly melted away like ice and snow, disappearing into the inky black ground, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Almost unable to believe what he saw, Yang Jun hesitated for a moment before putting his body down and standing on the slope covered with intricate patterns and notches on the ground.

The raised ground and the mountain in front of me are actually only about twenty feet high, but they are a barrier that cannot be crossed. At this time, after the layer of sharp blade spikes faded, it actually looked a little weird.

Look closely at these dark pattern imprints, the ravines are vertical and horizontal. And where the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife passed, these notches less than two inches wide and half a foot deep were lifted and rolled outward, like hideous and terrifying scars.

Yang Jun's gaze fell on the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, the vine-like climbing red mangs suddenly stopped, the smooth lines stopped extending, and stiffened less than a foot away from the handle of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

Although the shape is incomplete, how can Yang Jun not see that this pattern is the rugby-shaped soul capture mark that he had engraved in his mind just now!

The hand holding the handle of the knife tightened, and a trace of doubt crossed Yang Jun's heart. At this time, is it advancing or retreating?

After a few months of encounters in Shengzhou, Yang Jun, who was originally not careful, became more suspicious, and he no longer dared to easily believe the words of others.

In particular, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil in the big vulture, and after all, there is still a little doubt about the words of the big vulture.

This bald bird is not as stupid and cute as it appeared at the beginning, the plausible "Riding the Dao Immortal" and "Ten Thousand Butcher Knife", a few words of confusion, can it be determined that it is not an enemy with himself?

Yang Jun's mind was chaotic, and he almost felt hopeless about this world. Even a bald bird has begun to deceive people, who else can the world trust?

He thought so in his heart, and his mouth said it unconsciously.

"Quack—" A familiar laugh came from behind him.

Yang Jun's words are telling the big vulture to listen to it. Before he could turn his head, he felt a strong wind behind him, almost trying to overturn him.

The 10,000 butcher knife was still in the depths of the nick, and Yang Jun didn't guard against the big vulture from suddenly appearing, and the whole person stumbled forward, almost hitting the handle of the knife.

"Master Bird, what are you doing here?" Yang Jun narrowly borrowed ten thousand butcher knives to stabilize his figure.

Climbing on the uplifted "hillside", there is a deep ditch under your feet that you have cut with a thousand butcher knives, if you step into the ditch, it is called beautiful.

"Don't laugh at people in front of people, and don't talk about people after people. Boy, you don't understand this truth? The big vulture laughed, "This bird will teach you a lesson and help you remember it for a long time." ”

"Huh." Yang Jun said in his heart. You're a bird, is it appropriate to talk so cool? People don't say that people have heard of it, but that's not what they said. If you don't laugh at people in front of you, what the hell is it?

Turning his head, he saw the big vulture standing in front of a slightly raised "hillside" not far behind him.

Yang Jun is now in a relatively high position, and the relative height from the valley bottom below is close to ten zhang. When I turned my head to look at it, I saw that the figure of the big vulture was a little blurry, but the whole thing could be seen. Farther behind him, the inky black ground was gradually turning gray and black under the mist.

Despite this, the fog that hung over this plane had dissipated a little, and it was nowhere near as thick as it had been at the beginning. I don't know if the intensity of the fog is related to the unraveling of this pattern, but on the surface, it seems to be negatively correlated.

For the first time, when the lines were carved along the ground and the general outline of the pattern was delineated, the thick fog was raised by a foot or two. Then he completely cracked the basic pattern of the rugby ball shape, and the whole fog dissipated a little......

While Yang Jun was thinking about it, the big vulture rattled twice, as if calling him.

When he came back to his senses, Yang Jun saw the big vulture, and a trace of essence flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Vulture, what is your identity?" As Yang Jun spoke, he secretly lucked his luck, and the whole person was as tired as if he had poked his head out of the pool after swimming a hundred meters.

The big vulture "quacked" and said, "This bird said, will you believe it?" ”

Yang Jun grinned, very sincere: "As long as Brother Vulture says, I will believe it." ”

"Ga," the big vulture shrugged his wings, "the bird doesn't say. ”

Yang Jun was angry, and his eyes were almost dark.

Nima, you dead fat bird is going to heaven, why is it so difficult!

"Uh...... Then Brother Vulture, tell me, what are you doing in the Hidden Mist? Yang Jun gritted his teeth. If you ask in another way, I don't believe it, it's just a bird, the head is so small, how big can the brain capacity be? Can it really go against the sky and go against the laws of nature?

The big vulture twisted its neck and turned its head sideways, with a mentally retarded expression on its face, and a pair of small bean-sized eyes full of contempt.

"Boy, you have a problem with your brain. Why don't I send you to the sky with one wing and fly out? ”

Yang Jun was completely convinced. A big vulture, not only can act online with IQ, but its mouth is even more venomous than a cobra.

is at a loss, probably in the current situation.

Yang Jun moved his cheeks, but his expression was distorted.

The big vulture smacked his lips: "Young man, do you still want to see the Dao Immortal?" ”

Yang Jun gritted his teeth: "Yes!" Then ask Brother Vulture for a recommendation! ”

As soon as the arm is forced, it is necessary to pull out the ten thousand butcher knife.

The big vulture stared at the round eyes, and in an instant, his feet left the ground, like an arrow from the string, and he rushed into the sky, turning into a phantom and disappearing in front of Yang Jun's eyes.

His voice echoed in his ears: "Don't draw your sword!" ”

The speed of sound is always slower than the speed of light. Yang Jun thought, this criterion should be unchanged in which world plane?

After the figure of the big vulture disappeared, he heard these words from the air, and at this time, the ten thousand butcher knives had already left the deep cut on the slope.

Click-

The familiar scalp-tinging sound came into his ears, and Yang Jun had already seen the place where the big vulture stood just now sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and a half-foot-long sharp blade emerged from the brush.

With a reflexive wave of his arm, the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife intercepted a row of sharp blades that were attacking Yang Jun. Then it was sent forward, snapping into the groove of the notch.

The Ten Thousand Butcher Knife was like a tightly knit key, preventing the sharp blade from reappearing.

Yang Jun's forehead was almost dripping with sweat. If he had taken a step slower just now, he would have been pierced through his heart by ten thousand swords, and he would have been stabbed through the heart.

The stress response under dangerous conditions was so strong that the force used by Yang Jun to slash with this knife was far greater than just now. The tip of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife is deeply inserted/into the groove of the pattern notch, and slides forward along the pattern.

The vine-like pattern on the back of the knife, which had stopped "growing", seemed to have gained new strength, and continued to climb towards the hilt.

In an instant, the fiery red pattern had covered nearly two-thirds of the blade.

As soon as the blade of the ground knife was closed, the figure of the big vulture reappeared on the hill behind Yang Jun.

"Boy, don't be too impatient."

Yang Jun turned his back to the big vulture and did not speak. A bird, and he still loves to put on his master's money, and he really wants to wholesale a bunch of monkeys to send him to the sky! However, Yang Jun will not admit that he is now jealous that the big vulture can come and go to heaven as much as he wants, and he was almost stabbed into a sieve just now.

Angry, Yang Jun finally accepted the setting that the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife could not leave the pattern. Seeing that a strand of red thread was about to wrap around the body of the real 10,000 butcher knife, he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and pushed forward along the notch.

This time, he saw with his own eyes that the red thread wound an olive-shaped pattern around the black body of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, and continued to move forward after a bend.

With the strength in his hand, the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife advanced faster upward, and in the deep groove nicks, the tip of the knife was as red as the magma flowing out of an active volcano.

This red gradually spread to the back of the knife, and the white jade handle also faintly revealed red light.

Yang Jun's palms were scorching, his eyebrows were faintly swollen, and something was about to come out, like a beast trapped in a fence, eager to break through the shackles. There was a buzz in the brain, a slight tremor, and the rugby-shaped dementor seal was shining red.

The palm of his hand was not like the handle of a knife, but a red-hot soldering iron, and his skin and flesh were also scalded, but Yang Jun didn't dare to let go immediately, so he had to endure the drowsiness of his brain and the burning heat in his hand to hold the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

Fortunately, the line in front of you is the main thread that makes up the outer edge of the rugby ball, and it is a huge arc. Yang Jun pushed the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife up nearly three zhang in one go.

Emerging from the top of the hill, he looked beyond the top of the hill to see the fog floating in the distance and the gray-black ground.

When the tip of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife approached the top of the mountain, Yang Jun's eyebrows moved, and he instantly had a splitting headache. A red rugby-shaped pattern flashed in the center of the eyebrows, and the light flickered faintly, flickering several times, and finally condensed into a fixed shape, bright and dripping like the color of demonic blood.

Yang Jun trembled all over his body, and his hand holding the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife suddenly shook. A mysterious breath came out from the center of the eyebrows, and a fierce force was transmitted along the arm towards the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

At this moment, the blood all over his body seemed to be pouring towards his arms, and Yang Jun's hand holding the handle of the knife had turned from white to red, and the blood vessels were prominent.

Airplanes!

The red rays that wound from the tip of the knife to the back of the knife covered almost the entire blade. Suddenly, they arrived at the hilt of the knife.

When Yang Jun first got the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, it looked like a gray and white bone-like handle, and then it gradually brightened the handle with a texture like jade, and in an instant, it was like a lamp lit by candlelight, emitting a faint red light, reflecting Yang Jun's hands as if transparent.

"Ahh

Yang Jun let out a high-pitched cry that was almost terrible.

The big vulture on the hill quacked, raised its two wings, and covered its head tightly, but its two blue eyes peeked out from its black-brown feathers.

His arms seemed to be filled with evil power, shaking uncontrollably from side to side. Yang Jun thought afterwards, probably this is the so-called power of the wilderness?

The seemingly indestructible black pattern cut a crack in an instant, and a faint red light shone out from the gap, shining on Yang Jun's face and covering the marks between his eyebrows.

The big vulture almost jumped up, and its two wings fluttered uncontrollably: "Boy, work hard, it's up to you!" (To be continued.) )