After resting in place for a few minutes, the Shadow Dragon walked up to the corpse of the king snake with great difficulty, and laboriously drew his iron spear. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Suddenly, where the iron spear pierced, the muscles began to atrophy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, the majestic aura flowed out of the wound of the king snake.

These heaven and earth aura, as if they would choose, poured into the body of the shadow dragon together.

In the past few days, the Shadow Dragon had already had a similar experience, so he was not surprised, but sat down cross-legged, stuck the iron spear at his side, and began to cultivate in the way the elder had taught.

Countless spiritual energy entered his body from the pores, and finally flew through the meridians.

These auras were of higher purity, and a massive amount of auras scrambled to squeeze into his meridians.

It's like a poor bastard who suddenly won a billionaire jackpot, and at the same time, he couldn't help but be a little worried about how to store this huge amount of money.

This is the case with the shadow dragon, this time the aura he absorbed was more than all the aura he had absorbed these days, and it poured into his body at the same time, because the purity was extremely high, so it was quickly transformed into a true element, and within his divine mansion, the golden rain was like a note, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.

His body was wrapped in a thick aura, like a substance, white as frost, and his whole person seemed to be frozen in frost, and the crazy influx of aura had no time to transform and absorb it.

The meridians were swelled to the extreme, and the blood vessels began to bulge, and it seemed that the next moment, they would explode.

In fact, it is possible.

Faced with such a situation, Shadow Dragon was completely unprepared, the situation was beyond his expectations, so even if he wanted to stop absorbing it now, it was too late for him to hold on.

It's like a lot of gas is injected into the stomach, and it will be violent at any time, which is actually very difficult.

Fortunately, the willpower of the shadow dragon has always been resolute, since he can't stop, he can only grit his teeth and persevere, he desperately absorbs the aura, and those auras keep transforming into true yuan.

The sun in the Divine Mansion was more than double the size of the previous one, and the grassland began to grow wildly, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance, but he could feel that the oasis was still expanding around.

It's just that the speed of his refining still can't keep up with the speed of spiritual power expansion, but in the end, the spiritual power covering his body seems to be a little impatient, and it automatically drifts away into the distance, and disappears in a blink of an eye.

A day and a night passed in a blink of an eye.

This day and night was extremely difficult for Shadow Dragon, but in the end, he persevered.

When he opened his eyes, there was a gleam in his eyes.

This refining aura made his cultivation greatly increased, and his true yuan was even more profound, and his cultivation had increased by at least ten times compared to before entering the secret realm.

Jumping up from the ground and grabbing the iron spear, he took a breath and strode towards the teleportation array not far away.

With his toes on the ground a little away, he was dozens of zhang away, and his speed was extremely fast, but the teleportation array that was obviously close at hand took him a day.

Finally, he reached the teleportation array.

Up close, the teleportation array wasn't huge, but at a very long distance, it was still that size.

It made him a little strange.

The clouds rolled, and the old face turned by the rules reappeared in the sky, opening its mouth slightly.

"Congratulations on completing the trial of the second-level blessed land, are you ready to enter the secret realm?"

The Shadow Dragon inhaled and nodded.

The next moment, his body entered the teleportation array, and the light of the teleportation array bent, like a ripple on the surface of a calm wave, and in an instant, he disappeared.

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A barren desert.

There is no scorching sun in the sky, but the climate is dry, and people walk in the desert as if they are scorched by the scorching sun.

Liu Jian was covered in scars, there were several blood grooves on his face, his body was also covered with large and small wounds, and his clothes were pierced a lot.

In the distance, the teleportation array stood quietly on the inconspicuous sand dunes, but it was still far away.

Directly in front of him, the sand and gravel began to move, and with a bang, ten black shadows rose into the sky, and finally slowly fell.

All dressed in black, with black hair, black eyes, and a cloud of black light emanating from all over his body, it is very strange that these ten swordsmen with long swords in their hands actually have no facial features.

Their faces, as if covered with a white mask, have no eyes, no nose, no mouth...... Nothing.

But it's obviously not a mask, because their faces are very flat, and ordinary people will be terrified when they see such a scene.

When Liu Jian saw them for the first time, he also had some instinctive fear in his heart.

It's just that he's seen too much these days, so it's not surprising.

Each of these swordsmen is proficient in swordsmanship, the true yuan is strong, and the more they go to the back, the more powerful they become, and they even know the art of sword array combination.

Fortunately, their cultivation seemed to be half a cut lower than Liu Jian's, so he would not die.

When each swordsman is killed, his body will turn into black smoke and disappear into the sky, and then there will be an aura that will burrow into Liu Jian's body.

Liu Jian continued to become stronger, but I don't know why, the black-clothed swordsmen who appeared seemed to be endless, and their cultivation was always only half a step lower than him.

As if he was deliberately tempering him, every time he fought a bloody battle, he had to go all out and force out the potential of his whole body.

The effect of this is naturally immediate, and there are often breakthroughs in life and death battles, such as Liu Jian's cultivation and comprehension of kendo at this moment, which has reached the point of extreme perversion, which can be called superb.

Every time a swordsman dies, Liu Jian will grow stronger, not only is he becoming stronger, but the little pale red sword in his hand seems to be slowly becoming stronger.

The short sword seems to have a spirituality, and it only needs to be reached by thought, and the sword will naturally be like an arm.

The long bloody battle made Liu Jian tired, and even if there was a steady stream of spiritual energy replenishment, it still made him feel a sense of crisis that he was about to die at any time.

It is this sense of crisis that reminds him all the time that has allowed him to live until now.

Just after seizing the time to refine the aura between the meridians, and feeling a little stronger, Liu Jian looked at the ten swordsmen in front of him with some bitterness.

The ten swordsmen have no facial features, naturally no expressions, they have no eyes, and the momentum they exude all over their bodies is still terrifying.

Fortunately, Liu Jian is still full of confidence in himself, with these swordsmen, he still can't stop his footsteps, these days, he has killed countless swordsmen, and these people in front of him seem to be no different.

Ten swordsmen, with no one to command, suddenly formed a strange sword formation and rushed towards Liu Jian together.

There is still one person as the vanguard, nine people behind, three people on top, three people in the center, and three people below, three-dimensional towards the willow sword.

The person at the head is a combination of human swords, and his sword aura is obviously much stronger than that of his companions behind him.

Suddenly, Liu Jian's body was filled with sword intent, and the sword aura was horizontal, but his expression was still calm.

He roared, and the short sword in his hand swung out, and a red light passed through the body of the leading swordsman, and continued to fly out, dancing into a red sword in the air.

The body of the swordsman led by him burst into pieces of aura.

As soon as Liu Jian inhaled, those spiritual qi penetrated into his body as if he recognized the master.

The red sword rays filled the heavens and the earth, and those black sword rays, as soon as they encountered them, they collapsed one after another, and then, the bodies of the nine swordsmen were pierced one by one, as if they happened in an instant, in no particular order, so their bodies also exploded and turned into a piece of pure aura.

Liu Jian coughed a few times and sat down cross-legged.

He knew that it wouldn't be long before the next group of swordsmen would appear.

He was used to killing and poking like this.

Killing people and seeing blood seemed to have become a habit, and it would not make him feel uneasy and guilty.

Human nature is both good and evil, and circumstances and encounters can often bring out the most primitive ferocity of human beings.

Evolved from beasts to humans, they naturally inherited the bloodiness of beasts.

And in such an environment, either you die or I die, Liu Jian has no choice, so he can only kill to the end.

In the next two days, Liu Jian killed dozens of more groups of swordsmen, and finally, he came to a city.

To say that it is a city is actually an exaggeration.

More figuratively speaking, this is just an earthen city, very old, very small, an area of only thousands of square meters, after tens of thousands of years of weathering, the earth city has no signs of dilapidation.

But there is no sound in the earthen city, and no one seems to live here.

On the city wall, at this time, stood a red-clothed swordsman.

Liu Jian stood outside the city, looking at the red-clothed swordsman, behind the latter, there was a pillar of light that rose into the sky, and that was the teleportation array.

"Is it finally coming?"

Liu Jian whispered to himself.

The days of killing pokes are endless, and for him, habit is natural, but it doesn't make him happy.

The cultivation kept rising, but it still failed to reach the teleportation array.

Tomorrow is the deadline, and if you can't get out of here, you'll be a failure.

Failure means death.

It's the rule. No one can disobey it.

It's just that this last hurdle, can you pass it smoothly?

The red-clothed swordsman on the city wall was completely different from the previous black-clothed swordsman, he actually had facial features, and he was extremely handsome, and more importantly, it was a woman.

Very beautiful woman, red clothes, like palace makeup.

Her eyes are very beautiful, although they are far away, they can be easily seen by Liu Jian.

That kind of look makes it easy for any man to kneel under her pomegranate skirt.

It's like a natural flattery.

It's a pity that she met Liu Jian.

Liu Jian has only loved one woman in his life.

He guarded Zhao Xishui for many years, until the latter's heart belonged, and his heart died completely.

If you love someone, you want them to be happy, which is to give without saying anything and not ask for anything in return.

But if the person he loves is already happy, the heart will also die, and any woman in the world, where can he be tempted.

This female swordsman in red is certainly beautiful and extraordinary, even more beautiful than Zhao Xishui, but so what?

The sneer on Liu Jian's face gradually rose.

The woman in red frowned, the gentle smile on her face gradually disappeared, cold as frost, no longer saw any emotion, and in her eyes, killing intent gradually appeared.

The wind swept across the city wall, kicking up some gravel, making her body looming, her dress began to flutter with the wind, and her long hair also fluttered, but the killing intent was monstrous, and she had a sword in her hand, although she didn't see a sword, but between heaven and earth, it was already full of crazy and piercing sword intent.