The broken sword hung in the air, leading the way, and it looked back from time to time, looking very eager.

"What good things are so impatient?" Black Mist was a little disdainful, there really wasn't anything here that he felt valuable.

The Qunjian Mountain Range is now barren, and it used to be full of people, and this place is still a big sect. It's a pity that when the world kills swords, all of them are in vain, and people go to empty buildings.

Broken Sword kept looking back in front of him, as if he was afraid that Twelve would not be able to keep up.

At midnight, the night sky is like dark eyes, and there is a layer of clear shimmer under the dark sky, like amber. People in the rivers and lakes still remember that the starry sky was not like this a few years ago, and at that time you could still see a hanging Milky Way, the vast starry sky. It's just that since the appearance of the arcane, the sky has gradually become distant, and the planet seems to be cut off from the sky. Now, several stars dot it, and a bright moon is like a scorched light, blooming with a shimmer, so that the beings under the night sky are seen as day in the dark night.

Twelve is alone, walking at the junction of the edge and center of the Sword Mountains. In the distance, there is a Hengduan mountain, also known as Sword Mountain in the past, in which only the most prestigious sword-forging masters in the world are qualified to reside.

As far as the eye can see, you can faintly see the charred towering ancient trees coiling around the mountainside, and the extremely hot magma left behind by the melting sword wades through its torso, leaving huge ravines on its thick branches.

"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind destroys it. The threshold for sword cultivation was too high, and when everyone looked up to him and others, they had to face their own frustrations when they looked back. Over time, resentment will inevitably arise. In the end, it was the mountaineers who suffered. Black Mist lamented that most of the kendo achievers were very withdrawn. Or they have no desire to spread the branches and leaves, and bury their heads in penance, or they are concerned about the common people, and they must not be diligent.

"Will the climbers still be implicated?" asked Twelve.

"No, it's not the sword mountain that can be seen in the distance, but the endless mountain of kendo. There are always people who are learning, there are always people who are still on the road, and the few who can't kill the top of the world with swords are cut off from the way to climb the mountain. "Black Mist.

"Hey, that's a pity, is the swordsman so chic and free in the book about to disappear. Twelve sighed.

"Hehe, little doll, do you want to learn the sword?" asked Black Mist abruptly.

Hearing this, Twelve raised his head, thought for a moment, and replied, "Hmph, I won't tell you." ”

Seeing the reserved appearance of the twelve, Black Mist couldn't help but smile.

"That's what I thought. It's just that I can't help you. Black Mist teased.

Hearing this, it didn't matter, he only needed to use the luck method given to him by his grandfather at all times, and finish the map his grandfather gave him, and he would be satisfied. As for the parasite-like thing like Black Mist, Twelve had to ask his grandfather what to do with it.

"Black Mist, tell me, if you use my right hand, what level of enemies can you defeat?" Twelve asked.

The man with the golden aura made a deep impression on him, and Twelve wondered if it was possible for Black Mist to defeat him with his right hand.

Black Mist smiled when he heard this, and said a thousand ways and ten thousand, I still want to rely on it.

"I won't lie to you, ordinary monks in the realm of unity can be killed with one hand. "Black Mist. What is the realm of unity, refers to the black fog as a favored former era of the saying. The unification of all laws is the return to the realm of oneness.

"What about the man with the golden halo, can you kill him?" Twelve asked.

"Not so good if it's just your right hand. He has embarked on a very powerful path, and there are few opponents in the world. "The black fog tells the truth, under the realm of unity, there are some geniuses who have walked out of the path of the ancients in a certain realm, almost rules, and they can't be beaten.

What Twelve didn't know was that in the few seconds he was taken away, the black mist controlled his body, and he could still hammer the man with the golden halo with one hand.

"Returning to the One Realm......" Twelve pondered blindly, so what realm is he in now?

"How far am I from returning to one?" asked Twelve.

"You, that's all there is to it. Black Mist raised the thumb and index finger in his right hand and made a gesture.

A stroke in the heart of the twelve, half a foot away?

"Take a closer look. Black Mist said.

Twelve leaned up, and between two fingers, he could see the vast night sky.

"Do you see those two stars, just two of them. Black Mist said with a smile.

Twelve-haired black lines......

This black fog is very bad.

However, Twelve is still very curious, is there really a world of difference between him and the Returning One Realm, and the gap is boundless.

"As far as I can see, you have not yet opened the door to the arcane world, and the mysteries of heaven and earth have not been poured into you. "Black Mist. This is also the reason why when he first met, Black Mist said that the twelve were pure, and there was only the breath in his body that was tempered purely by will. Maybe it's because this planet is relatively late on the arcane path, after all, this is a closed chaotic planet.

"Does Arcane mean the power of ice and fire?" asked the Twelve.

"That's right, but it's not limited to ice and fire, but also includes everything in heaven and earth except you. "Black Mist.

"How do you open the gates of the arcane world?" asked Twelve.

"There are simple and complex ones, and everyone has different talents. I have a simple and convenient method that works best for you. Black Mist said.

"How?" asked Twelve.

"Eat grass. "Black Mist.

Ahh

"Eating the star grass attracts the pure elemental power of heaven and earth, causing resonance. ”

"This method is the simplest and least limiting, it is a method used by many people, and there is no upper limit to what can be achieved in the end. Black Mist said.

In fact, this method is really the most ordinary and useless, after attracting the power of heaven and earth, there is no particularly favored elemental power, and the ultimate mediocrity. Most of the monks who used this method stood at the lowest level of the arcane world. Of course, there are also advantages to meocrity, that is, there are no limitations, and future achievements may really be limitless.

"Okay, I'm going to learn this. Twelve said happily. Unbeknownst to him, this black mist led him to a road full of bumps.

"Hehe, when I find the star grass, I will help you open the door of the arcane law in minutes. "Black Mist.

"Star Grass, in the depths of this group of Sword Mountain Ranges, this kind of spirit plant of low rank can be seen everywhere. Black Mist said.

Twelve was hurrying as he talked to the black mist in his heart, and at this moment, the broken sword had pulled him through the primeval forest and into a land that smelled of blood and was bare and plantless.

"What a lot of broken swords!" exclaimed Twelve.

There are countless large and small potholes, the loess has filled the part, and countless swords of different styles are inserted diagonally, reflecting the dark sword light under the illumination of the silver-white moonlight.

"This is a burial place?"