In the upper reaches of the Black Sky Mountain Stream, there is a layer of mist as thin as white veil, revealing a strange tranquility.

Xia Ji, who was wearing a bull's head mask, stopped and swept his sleeves casually.

A strong wind blew into the mist.

However, when the wind passed, the fog did not even move, let alone disperse, and did not even flow normally, as if it were a painting.

The wind can never blow away the fog in the painting.

Xia Ji thought for a moment, his figure flashed to the side, and when he reappeared, he had already caught a tearful hare in his hand.

The bark of the tree is drawn as a rope, and the thread is wrapped around the rabbit's feet.

Natsuji threw the rabbit into the mist.

After waiting quietly for a while, the bark rope was slowly pulled back, and the rabbit was still alive and kicking, without the slightest abnormality.

Xia Ji put his hands on a little, and his fingertips condensed a dazzling power.

Before he could reach the rabbit's forehead, the hare fainted.

[Dream Order] is a mysterious method in the spiritual exercises, which can be attacked and defended, which can be said to fill the vacancy before Xia Ji.

With the fingertip clicking, a dreamlike power swam through the rabbit's body for a while.

Xia Ji retracted his strength, grabbed the rabbit's ears and thought for a while, and then casually threw the dizzy hare into the grove on the side.

"There is nothing abnormal about the original god, there seems to be no demon seed, there is no confusion, there is still a rabbit under the fur, and it will not become a monster as soon as it is skinned... Not... Everything works fine. ”

Xia Ji then put his palm on the bull's head mask in front of him, felt the urging in it, thought about it for a while, and stepped directly into the fog.

As soon as you step in, the environment suddenly begins to change.

One moment it was a stream, but this moment it is a mountain.

The place where Xia Ji appeared was at a cliff in the mountains.

This mountain range rises and falls, like a sleeping dragon, extremely majestic, but...

Xia Ji's eyes scanned, "This mountain is really weird.

There is not a single bit of fog in the mountains.

The four sides were wrapped in mist.

As soon as you step into this fog, you will return to the Black Sky Mountain Stream.

The silhouette of this mist-shrouded mountain range...

Although I only saw the tip of the iceberg, it felt as if a majestic mountain had been pulled out of the middle by some terrible force.

Or was it torn apart and chopped open?

If you compare a mountain to a dragon, then this is a dragon that has been cut into sections?"

Xia Ji stood at the entrance, his back against the vast mist, his right hand suddenly carried the power, carrying the huge power of the thirteen-layer giant spirit Xuanjian and smashed down.

That's 30 tons.

Not...

The force of 30 tons will not shatter a mountain, but through the superposition of Xia Ji's extreme speed, when it touches the ground, it is no longer a pure 30-ton force.

The ground is soft and scattered.

Rumble!!

Fists hit the ground, mud and rocks splash!

Suddenly, a small crater was blown out, and the surrounding area of the crater shattered into cobwebs with many lines.

Natsu Ji stood at the entrance, his back against the pale mist, his face expressionless as he rammed the ground with his fists.

It took about a long time to bombard, and the ground had collapsed for more than 20 meters, and then it stopped.

Wearing a bull's head mask, Xia Ji squatted in the middle of the pit, feeling the extremely hard soil at the bottom.

I felt the movement around me.

Nothing seems to be alarmed.

So, he landed another punch.

Boom!!

A dull sound came.

But this time, the soil did not collapse in the slightest, not even deformed.

Xia Ji silently closed his fist.

Palms.

Grab the peach branch you brought from your waist and pull it out.

Facing this soil, it is to stab the ground with the sword path in the [Four Punishment Sword Dao].

On the eleventh layer of the [Four Punishment Sword Dao], Xia Ji gained four powers.

Zhuxian LV1 is invincible.

Killing Immortal LV1 hides a pure aura of death.

Trapped in the immortal LV1, the blood is rich, and the blood is turned into blood.

Peerless LV1, the limit of skill.

At this time, what he used was Zhu Xian.

The ordinary peach branch suddenly became the sharpest sword, stabbing down to the ground.

Whew...

The sword entered an extremely small distance, and then a crisp sound came.

The mahogany branch is broken!

This wooden branch, which can be easily pierced even by iron armor and heavy armor, is actually broken!

The broken half-finger-long soil healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Interesting. ”

Xia Ji decided to try again, he threw away the peach branch, raised his index finger and middle finger together, used his finger as a sword, and performed the Zhuxian Sword Dao, and then superimposed the Giant Spirit Xuanjian.

The fingersword turned into an afterimage and stabbed into the ground at breakneck speed.

In an instant, he stabbed dozens of swords.

He felt the power coming back from his fingers, and when he was about half a finger long, the hardness of the soil increased to a great extent.

Below half a finger, it turned out to be immovable, no matter how Xia Ji used it, even the 10 tons of power superimposed on the [Sun Does Not Destroy True Body], as well as the blue flame flame, could not break the slightest point.

"This substance is unusual..."

Xia Ji muttered, and the body of the seated Dragon Elephant Dharma King he had seen on the Great Snow Mountain came to his mind.

Crystal clear, turned into King Kong, as if immortal in the world, no matter can hurt a bit.

The King straightened up in the pit, and the surface of the ground that had been torn by him began to "heal" rapidly.

"What the hell is this?"

Xia Ji suddenly had some strange almost instinctive realization...

He seemed somewhat familiar.

This realization springs out of the heart.

"This can't be a fragment of the bridge between heaven and earth, right?

When the Holy Emperor of the Demon Clan wanted to cut off the bridge between heaven and earth, he would inevitably be besieged by a lot of immortal Buddha powers, and the immortal and demonic qi would attack.

The bridge between heaven and earth shattered into countless pieces.

So this paragraph is a fragment?

It's just that a mountain grows out of the outside?

And the place is a mezzanine space glued to the Overworld?

Is it a small world?

Wait a minute...

Xiao Ying's Four Punishment Sword Dao is a inheritance obtained from ancient ruins.

And I've learned about this ancient ruin.

It's supposed to be something like this.

So...

The source of Xiao Ying's inheritance should be a certain immortal Buddha power who fell at the beginning?

And I'm in that place now?"

Xia Ji sat at the entrance of the "Suspected Small World", sitting in a pit more than twenty meters deep, thinking quietly, "Then is there a inheritance here?"

Or is it that in fact, I am the chosen person of destiny, so the Yin Si Mask will accompany me, and at this time, I was brought to this ruin in order to give me a treasure and experience?

But this is the first time I've entered the small world...

In this kind of unfamiliar place, it is better to knock on the door more. ”

Think about it.

Xia Ji, who was wearing a bull's head mask, picked up his fist, unleashed the strange power of the [Giant Spirit Xuanjian], and began to ram the ground again.

As he roared, he raised his voice and shouted in a very unusual urn sound: "Is anyone there?"

Boom Boom!

"Is anyone there?"

Boom Boom!!

“ANYBODY THERE？”

Boom Boom!!

"Who is it?"

Boom Boom!!

There was an exaggerated sound of smashing between the heavens and the earth in this area.

Xia Ji seemed to have made up his mind, waiting for a response.

"If no one comes out, I'll be serious?"

The sound spread far away.

Xia Ji is really ready to transform.

At this time, there was finally movement in the distance.

Xia Ji bombarded the ground by inertia, while looking up, only to see the blue sky in the distance, three bright lights swept by, look closely, but there are three flying swords, and the sword is trampled on two men and a woman, the clothes and Da Zhou costumes are obviously different, lingering with a faint purple gas, the leader of the three is shouting from afar: "Daoyou, quiet, quiet!!Don't wake it up!!"

Xia Ji narrowed his eyes: ???

He withdrew his fist, he was a little confused about the situation, and he was not even sure where it was, but this did not prevent him from instinctively playing his acting skills, and shouted eagerly into the distance: "Fellow Daoist, this seat is lost." ”