Never say a word before magnifying the move, scaring people to death will not pay for their lives!

Although Yang Jun was angry, he was helpless.

If you want to be as cruel as Rin to your enemies, then the big vulture has done it.

Naturally, even if the big vulture put on a posture of "this bird and Chengdao real people are a group", it did not make Yang Jun feel that they were in the same camp. Just look at doing things, not gullibility.

However, there was not the slightest chill on Yang Jun's body. On the contrary, he was already flushed, with sweat on his forehead, face, and neck. The beads of sweat on his face even gathered into a stream of water, dripping down his chin and splashing onto the ground at the foot of the road, and then disappeared without a trace.

But the beads of sweat often dissipate before they drip to the ground, because they are surrounded by a blazing gas that is so hot that it melts steel.

Yang Jun raised his hand to wipe the sweat that had blurred his vision from his thick eyebrows, so as not to soak the sweat into his eyes, even if his vision could not fall far.

Since the great vulture rose into the sky, the ground beneath its feet was marked with patterned cuts.

The first thing that bore the brunt of it was the huge knife mark that was deeply cut by the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

The half-foot-wide knife mark gradually cracked, and the gap became larger and larger, revealing a faint red light and a slightly burning breath from under the ground.

There seemed to be a wisp of green smoke rising from the Gap Mountain, and Yang Jun looked at the growing crack with vigilance, and took a step back vigilantly.

There was a click, as slight as if a thin cracker had been broken.

A single line of red marks replaces a foot-wide crack in the knife edge.

A ray of red light shone from under the sinuous and hideous crack, like an invisible wall, a faintly glowing barrier. The scars of several zhang long are also gradually looking at the eyes on both sides, and there are constantly "click" and "click" sounds.

Yang Jun had a feeling that the world was collapsing.

On this strange surface covered with black patterns, he has never felt down-to-earth, and he will not have it at all.

The hard ground will change from a flat ground to a folded and undulating mountain like a moving and squeezing crust against each other.

Of course, these are the little things. At least, there is no ocean here, and there is no tsunami due to shaking of the ground.

However, Yang Jun soon found that he was too optimistic.

In addition to the annoying words of the big vulture, the "six-character proverbs" at the beginning have all been realized little by little.

Go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire.

The bulge covered with sharp blades can be said to be a mountain of swords, and in front of you, it can also be called a sea of fire.

Except for the first scar, the other notches on the ground of the pattern cracked one after another, and the whole ground appeared to be in a state of fragmentation.

Yang Jun listened to the sound of "clicking" around him, and moved his steps to retreat to the center of the pattern that had not cracked for the time being and looked relatively stable.

What was originally just a piece of rugby ball pattern is now almost always based on this shape, and it is gradually splitting apart.

One-foot, two-foot, three-foot...... The places where the cut section is cut are getting farther and farther apart. Beneath the cracked ground came a bright red light, and a scorching heat that melted people.

The firelight rose to the sky, and Yang Jun's cheeks were also red.

He frowned at the red light that appeared through the gap three feet below his feet.

The blazing, flowing light of the fire almost made him think that there was an active volcano beneath his feet.

As far as the eye can see, the black ground is cracked and scattered, floating above the red firelight, as if it is a pleasure ship on the sea.

The area of land under Yang Jun's feet is not the largest, but it is not too small, about three or four square meters, and it can still be used for him to settle down for the time being.

The ground doesn't seem to topple over, but no one knows what will happen in the next moment in this hidden space. After all, the three or four square meters of ground under his feet were also covered with this familiar pattern notch.

If all the nicks were to crack, there would be no place for him. Yang Jun held the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife in his right hand, twisting his eyebrows and looking at the fire like flowing water.

"Go up the knife mountain, go down to the sea of fire......"

He chewed on the words of the big vulture over and over again.

This world is probably an illusion, but it can also cause substantial damage to itself. For example, in the sword mountain in the previous level, those flying knives and sharp blades can cut through their own skin.

This also made Yang Jun find that in this foggy hidden realm, even his defensive power was suppressed by some kind of force.

The flesh/body that has been tempered by the essence of the cold spirit, and the skin soaked in the medicinal liquid, should not be so fragile. If it is not a divine weapon, how can it leave marks on its own skin?

Yang Jun's left hand unconsciously touched the corner of his forehead, where a bloody mark had been cut by the blade fragments.

The slight scar, which was less than an inch, had now healed slowly, and the scab had fallen off, leaving only a mark slightly lighter than skin tone.

Those blades don't see anything extraordinary, they can't all be divine weapons, then they can only be weakened.

It was surprisingly hot all around, and Yang Jun, who was sweating all over, felt like he was in a furnace, but as soon as he started thinking, he maintained a calm and focused attitude.

Above...... Knife Mountain, Lower ...... Fire.

The flat pattern will suddenly bulge into a mountain, and the solid ground will suddenly fall apart. Yang Jun thought, in the next step, will this only remaining island-like pattern ground also sink and let himself passively go into the sea of fire?

He was still thinking, thinking about how to break the game.

The knife mountain was broken because he was bullied by ten thousand butcher knives, what about the "sea of fire", he wanted to jump down by himself?

Now he is a bit like a candidate who doesn't understand the teacher's intentions, even if he has all the previous martial arts, he doesn't know how to use it.

As the saying goes, plan before acting, Yang Jun did not act rashly.

In his opinion, a shot must be hit, and this is the meaning of the shot.

In particular, the vicious battle with the Blood Condensation Tarsal Vine just now consumed a lot of spiritual power, and it took a certain amount of time for him to repair it. Moreover, he couldn't predict what situation he would encounter next, and how much strength he could preserve, so he kept as much as he could.

In fact, a high temperature environment can easily make people anxious and affect the efficiency of thinking.

Yang Jun held the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife in his hand, like a stubborn stone, standing motionless on the black lonely boat.

The red sea of fire, the pieces of black lonely boats scattered in the ocean, looked a little weak in the red light. The scorching heat did not affect his thinking, and Yang Jun's expression was as focused as a sculpture.

***

In the depths of the mist, on the edge of that bend of the lake, under a cliff somewhere, there was a smooth and flat stone wall.

Here, like the rest of the Hidden Realm, was filled with a hazy mist.

In the vast mist, gray-black shadows with shadows, not knowing whether they won or lost or something else, swayed from side to side.

It's a very strange thing.

For example, there is no wind in the Fog. There is no wind, and the shadows of the trees certainly don't sway from side to side.

And the shadows in these fogs are certainly not tree shadows.

If you look a little closer, you can find one flickering point of light after another in the gray mist.

The faint light made the stone walls in the mist look more and more gray, and finally a little whiter than the bleak fog.

If Yang Jun was here, he would definitely be surprised, because on the gray stone wall, a red sea was vaguely visible, as well as a black lonely boat floating on the sea, and an even more vague thin figure on the lonely boat was himself!

A sharp voice sounded in the mist: "Just such a little chick can afford to lift a thousand butcher knives?" ”

Another voice retorted: "That was also chosen by Wan Butcher Knife himself, can you control it?" ”

"Phew!" The sharp voice just now said, "The Ten Thousand Butcher Knife is not from Turin. The one he picked last time, isn't it just a soft egg? ”

"Ten thousand butcher knives pick up some waste, it's just lame!" The voice said hatefully, and finally concluded, "It's not lame, I think it's a knife that doesn't have eyes." Bah! ”

In the mist, another voice said gloomily: "It's as if you weren't killed by the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife." ”

Hitting people doesn't slap them in the face. Obviously, the owner of this voice was very good at the verbal use of slapping in the face in actual conversation, and hit the nail on the head, stabbing the sharp voice and shutting up in an instant.

Silence returned to the mist's hidden realm.

"What the hell is that kid doing?" A voice couldn't help but wonder.

"I didn't do anything!"

Yang Jun really didn't do anything. His face was dripping with sweat, and he still maintained his original posture.

"Whew," a voice sighed, "where is the pestle like a wooden stake, what is there to see?" ”

There were several voices echoing, and it was clear that most of the onlookers had this idea.

"Let's go, let's go, I don't think this kid is going to be funny. I followed him by the river all the way and was not found, which shows that this kid's sense is very poor. With such qualifications, do you still want him to regain the hidden realm and return to the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife again? ”

The voice was majestic and heavy, but it had an eerie aura that sounded particularly weird. He also summed up one word: "Daydreaming! ”

As soon as these words came out, many opposing voices suddenly appeared in the group of shadows: "Roll on, we can't see the day." ”

"yes, we can't sleep, what dreams are we having?"

"Do you still want to be weakened?"

Another voice said: "Although this is not considered alive, it is better than being dead and scattered!" ”

Just wiped the thick voice a little angrily and said: "Immortal, not alive, count as a bird!" ”

"Quack—"

The rough duck call came, and the noise stopped instantly. A huge black shadow appeared in the mist, and the big vulture stood in front of the stone wall and said proudly: "You were calling the bird master just now?" ”

There was a lot of noise in the fog, and several vague shadows fled in all directions in the mist.

"Want to run? It's not that easy! ”

The big vulture quacked, and its wings more than two feet long spread, and its huge wings spread out, and suddenly a tall, wide black shadow appeared in the mist.

Hula fanned, and several shadows fleeing in the mist were swept by the wind and fell in front of the stone wall.

"Eh, look, look!" A voice shouted, "He's moving!" (To be continued.) )