Seeing that the "big vulture" had taken filial piety in his mouth, Jiang Linxian and Jing quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Jun is worried about the next "sword mountain and sea of fire".

The "big vulture" spread its wings, two more than one zhang wide and nearly one zhang high, and instantly erected a large shadow in front of the three people. The black-brown feathers bring a gust of fishy wind.

Yang Jun couldn't tell whether the smell of blood was from the golden-armored cirr-clouded leopard or the "big vulture".

The sudden wind struck, and everyone stumbled in unison. Yang Jun didn't check for a while, but felt that this time the "big vulture" seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and even the ten thousand butcher knives in his hands were blown backwards.

There was not the slightest aura in the mist, and in addition to the gloomy fog in the air, there was a gloomy aura, which was all dark in his eyes, and Yang Jun did not dare to draw qi into his body.

He had just used his physical strength to extract a full amount of spiritual power, and he was slowly pranayama in an attempt to recover, but now he didn't dare to draw the slight spiritual power circulating in his body from time to time.

The fog blade slammed into the face, cutting the corners of the robe, scratching the hands and face, and the sound of fluttering was endless.

Whew-

The "big vulture" flapped its wings again.

It was as if there was no trace of air flowing in the mist, and a hurricane was blowing like this.

The dense fog suddenly dispersed a little as the wind swept away. Yang Jun and the three of them were blown upside down by the strongest wind at this time, and fell towards the lake.

The surface of the lake hidden under the fog is vast and boundless, like this vast fog, and there is no end in sight. Under the fierce wind of the huge wings, the calm lake in the mist suddenly rippled, and the endless waves rolled up with the wind in an instant.

In a moment's time, the whole lake seemed to be lifted from the shore of the lake. The waves rose violently, and the sound of the rushing water instantly overshadowed the sound of the wind.

After Yang Jun and the others were lifted away, they did not fall into the lake, but first hit a wall of water. Immediately afterward, tens of thousands of fog blades also crashed into the wall of water with the wind.

Three black shadows disappeared behind the wall of water, and the "big vulture" "quacked" twice with joy, and its wings fluttered lightly twice. The gloomy mist dispersed in both directions in the wind, but soon swept over again, enveloping the figure of the "Great Vulture".

As soon as the "big vulture" became excited, he seemed to forget that he still had something in his mouth. With a mouth, the golden-armored cirrus clouded leopard that had finally blocked the way and blackmailed fell into the belt.

He hooked his neck down thinly, still transforming into the appearance of a "big vulture", and as soon as the beak opened, he took the golden-armored clouded leopard back into his mouth. Then, with a spread of his wings, he turned around and flew away, and his figure gradually disappeared into the fog.

Hmmm-

Yang Jun, who has practiced water hard, and Yang Jun, who has practiced knives in the waves, think that they are quite familiar with water, but after crashing into the water wall, they are confused.

There is no half of the water, and the eyes are like an endless void, full of loneliness and nothingness.

The fog blade blown up by the "big vulture" disappeared after hitting the water wall, and even Jing Jing and Jiang Linxian, who were fanned together, disappeared.

Soaring into the air, there is no place to focus on it. This feeling of not being able to reach the world and not to the ground is terrible for people who like to control everything in their own hands!

It's a feeling of being at the mercy of oneself and not being able to do anything about it. Yang Jun frowned in disgust.

Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be a different feeling behind him, Yang Jun seemed to feel something, his legs were a little earlier, his waist was straightened, his arms fell down, and with the help of the weight of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, he stood firm at the moment he landed.

Clang!

It's the sound of gold and stone clashing.

Yang Jun looked down and saw that the ground under his feet was as black as ink, with deep carvings all over it, and the tip of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife slammed on it, and it was only splashed with a spark.

Behind the wall of water, instead of a wide lake, there is such a hard "ground"?

Yang Jun raised his eyes and looked around. It was still a gray fog on all sides, but the fog was about a foot above the black ground.

But in the whole field of vision, he couldn't see the end of the fog, nor could he see the edge of the ground.

Looking back, the shore of the lake and the figure of the "big vulture" have long disappeared, and even the water wall just now, and the lake with the sound of cheering just now, have disappeared in an instant.

The lake rises abruptly and disappears suddenly. It was as if the entire surface of the lake, which had been splashed with huge waves just a moment ago, was replaced by solid black ground in an instant.

Yang Jun stomped his feet and carefully looked at the ground under his feet.

The ground is as black as ink, and you can feel the traces of carving when you step on it, but in the vast fog, there is no obvious source of light in the hidden realm, and it is not easy to see these patterns and lines.

This black is not as deep as the blade of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, hidden in the fog a little blurred, and the fog is also gloomy and not simple gray.

The entire black ground was filled with an aura of mystery and vastness.

Yang Jun hesitated for a while, not knowing where to start.

His gaze followed a line of toe in his toes, winding forward, winding left and right, and finally disappearing into the mist.

After thinking about it, he put the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife on his shoulder and stepped out of his left foot.

Through the half-inch-high sole, you can still keenly feel the ground under your feet, and the depth of the nick is more than an inch. But these dense lines, close together, do not affect walking at all.

Da –

The weight of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife was on his body, and Yang Jun's footsteps were already very light when he moved, and when he landed on the nick, he could hear a slight sound.

Da –

Again.

On the ground, where the footsteps landed, there seemed to be a hidden aura permeating. A breath that cannot be smelled or seen, but can be felt, stretches on the ground.

With a lot of energy, Yang Jun stepped out again.

Buzz –

The feeling brought by the aura shock became more and more intense, and Yang Jun even vaguely saw the heavy mist lift up a few points, as if there was an invisible force on the ground, pushing a piece of mist up.

Da!

Clicks–

Yang Jun didn't know what he was stepping on, so he actually caused a line to sway from side to side.

On the black ground, all the marks are stationary and difficult to distinguish, and when one of them begins to swim, it is easy to distinguish them from the others.

Yang Jun's body was slightly stiff as he looked at the notch spreading out of his toes, swaying like a giant python swimming snake. The place where he stepped on it was like a snake's tail, but the snake's head was ...... The line of sight stretched forward, and finally disappeared into the mist.

The python notch swams more and more, and as this notch changes, the surrounding lines also change.

The only snake swimming on one foot in the still scene quickly drove the entire snake pond to wriggle. The eyes were full of twisted and changing patterns, and thousands of giant pythons swam together in the entire snake pool, and Yang Jun's eyes instantly seemed to be turning a plate of mosquito coils, and the corners of his eyes were full of Venus.

The uneasiness of the ground under his feet spread from the soles of his feet down his legs, like a wriggling leech crawling onto his body. Yang Jun couldn't help but shudder, a dangerous premonition quietly rose in his heart, and his legs suddenly stiffened like lead.

Click-

The sound of notching bending and twisting, like the rotation of gears, is very regular from rejection to running-in. Just listening to Yang Jun's ears, it is inevitable that it makes people's scalp tingle.

He ignored the worm-like wriggling carvings under his feet and strode forward.

Click!

The writhing serpentine suddenly stopped when Yang Jun took the third step, and the ground fell silent, and the tranquility was restored in an instant. But the sudden silence that followed the noise was even more uncomfortable.

Yang Jun's two ears couldn't help but move slightly, and the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife left his shoulders slightly, and the muscles in his body became tense.

Everything is here and ready to go.

Click, click-

A chilling sound came from the distant mist, from far and near, but it became clearer and clearer, and the sound became denser and louder.

Yang Jun stared warily ahead.

A white light suddenly rose from the black ground, advancing layer by layer like a wave, spreading in its own direction.

The white light instantly pulled up a barrier between the black ground and the dim mist, condensing into a well-defined dividing line in Yang Jun's eyes.

No, not light!

The clatter sound grew louder and louder, and the chilling sound was heard in all directions.

Yang Jun twisted his neck and saw that the fog and ground around him were separated by this circle of white.

No, no, it's not that the fog is isolated, it's that it's itself surrounded!

Under the forced gaze of the white light, the fog lifted up a few more points. This also made Yang Jun see his situation more clearly at this time.

In the pattern of the entire ground, in the center of the countless notches, in the depression of the ground, rows of half-foot-high white blades were born in unison.

Like a short sword, and like a thick needle. The vertical lines in your eyes may be needles or the edges of daggers.

Yang Jun gasped and removed the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife on his shoulder.

This is Knife Mountain?

The ground paved with sharp blades is the place where you must pass.

Although it is not piled up into a mountain, let yourself climb over. But how should this be done?

One Zhang......

Eight Feet ......

Seven Feet ......

The mysterious and simple carvings, and in the indistinguishable gaps, they all poked out half-foot-long sharp blades.

The boundless mist, the ground without the edge, which direction should you go?

In front of Yang Jun's eyes, there was only a five-foot radius of land left beside him. He should be completely surrounded by blades that glow with a cold sheen.

Without waiting for the blade under his feet to penetrate, the cold light flashed in front of him, and with a wave of his right arm, the ten thousand butcher knife swept towards the sharp blade that was outflanking him like a falling leaf.

There was a crisp click, and the white blade in front of the right was swept down, but more sharp blades emerged from behind Yang Jun and on the left side.

There was a bright sword light around him, and the black blade of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife looked even darker and brighter. (To be continued.) )