The cold rain, the black rain, like a canopy of heaven, shrouded this scarred world, the sky became darker and darker, even the temperature was dropping, the rain and the dirty blood on the ground were mixed together, and a rotten breath permeated the dry bones.

"Damn, what the hell is this place......" A man in silver armor complained, venting his displeasure.

"Shut up, if you want to die, you can get out of our team, and don't forget the task given to us by the royal court this time. A man in dark gold armor turned around and scolded the disciple.

"Don't leave quickly, I'll have to join the other disciples of the royal court. ”

"Yes, we will follow my brother's teachings. The disciples bowed, and then followed the man in dark golden armor through the rain and across the filthy black river.

The disciple had a hideous expression on his face, but unfortunately it was hidden by the mask on his helmet, and the leader did not notice it at all. The disciple's eyes were as calm as water, and he could even see a hint of sincere remorse in them.

Just the next second, he stopped in place with the team. A flash of brilliant golden sword light broke through the void of this realm, and a golden nebula appeared in front of the Thunderstorm King Court monks.

The glow is brilliant, shining in front of the cultivators, giving people a feeling of warmth. "This ...... Could it be that there is a strange treasure in the world?" In the ranks of the Thunderstorm Royal Court, there were monks who groaned, and greed appeared in their eyes.

But he saw that the golden auspicious cloud trembled slightly, and then turned into a golden ancient sword and fled quickly into the distance in front of everyone's eyes. "Chase!" I don't know who shouted, and then the Thunderstorm Royal Court and the others all turned into a flash of lightning, and chased towards the golden ancient sword with the momentum of thunder.

In the dark rain curtain, a young man with long white hair stopped, his figure was thin, and in front of him at this moment was a turquoise ocean, endless, boundless and boundless. He raised his hand, and a stone flew out of his hand.

The stone had just left his hand, and after only a breath, it sank into the blue sea in front of him, without waves or sound. Bai Ye frowned slightly, this sea is not ordinary.

"Old man, where are you going?"

Bai Ye waved his hand and shouted into the distance, where there was a cyan ferry, and on top of the ferry, there was an old man lying there resting.

"Boundless, silverless, crossing. The voice of the old man sounded, the old man turned his back to the white night, he waved his hand, and then put his hand down and continued to squint his eyes to rest.

Silent in the night, he sat down and waited quietly, caught up in the memories of the bygone years. At that time, the Flood Era had not yet collapsed, and the Flood Continent had not been shattered, nor was there the current Wasteland.

"Endless, unvain, unreasonable. "These were the three major seas of the Flood Desolate Continent back then, the Endless Sea, for him, it was a sea full of memories, where he had met the two most important women in his life, one was Loulan and the other was Mo Yexue, one led him to a new path of cultivation, and the other made him start again.

"Maybe my original path was wrong from the beginning............" Bai Ye pondered, he sat here quietly, without any movement, he was meditating, contemplating, looking back at his own way, a faint golden light lit up from behind him, constantly manifesting behind him, flickering constantly.

"This is, black ...... of the sea," exclaimed one of the monks, who had also met the sea, but only black.

"That'...... What is that, what a horror ............" exclaimed the monk, whose fear was far greater than his astonishment, and what appeared before them was a dry skeleton with rotting flesh hanging from it, and black rain running down his body.

A black ferry boat appeared under the dry bones, and countless black runes manifested on its body, turning into a thick black mist, bringing bursts of decaying aura, and swept away in all directions.

"This so-called ancient battlefield is very ............ of the evil sect"

Countless monks are here to discuss, they are all trapped in the black ocean before, it has only been an hour since the black ocean appeared, and not far from the shore, there are already many monks' dry bones.

That is the price of the intruder, deprived of cultivation and flesh and blood by the mysterious black sea, even the soul cannot escape, and can only watch himself turn into dry bones, lose his original strength, lose his own consciousness, and float in the sea.

"How am I going to get through this?"

"I heard that the people of the Thunderstorm Court have just obtained a peerless divine sword from this secret realm, it is said that this sword is not afraid of the erosion of the black sea, and now they are probably on the other side of the sea. ”

"I can't talk nonsense, I've heard that behind this mysterious Black Sea is the corpse city that we are looking for, and what kind of place that corpse city is, I don't need to go into detail about it. ”

Seeing that this black ocean could not be crossed, some disciples of the Great Sect and Taoism simply communicated on the shore, hoping to get useful information for themselves.

"Senior sister, what should we do, this place is too big, I'm afraid it will be difficult for junior brother to find. ”

"Don't mess around, since the sea ahead can't be crossed, we can look for it on the shore, the little junior brother is just new to the Jiedan, with his ability, I'm afraid he can't cross this black ocean full of weirdness. ”

"Yes............"

"I said, little fat man, you don't have to bother to speak, if there is no verification of the facts, even if what you say is out of the blue, my brothers and sisters will only treat you as a god. ”

On a lonely island, the blacksmith was polishing his shiny hammer, and he was really a little impatient, and the fat man didn't drink a sip of water, and talked endlessly, talking endlessly, and selling his hexagrams.

"Hey, I said, I'm a magic stick, I only need five low-grade spirit stones at a time, but I don't need money...... Bu Liugu at this moment tried to squeeze out a smile, currying favor with the blacksmith and the hunter, this is his first business since he entered this ghost place, he doesn't want to give up like this.

The unscrupulous old man said that only the stinky and shameless, no, perseverance, coupled with the indestructible mouth, can earn countless pots of gold on the road.

............

A crisp sword roar came, a blonde boy dressed in a golden robe, he stood in the void with his hands in his hands, and stood there quietly, a golden ancient sword lay in front of him, and the terrifying sword aura swirled around his body.

At this moment, Jin Ming was extremely angry, and in his eyes, the golden pupils continued to stretch. Since entering this Beifeng Frontier, he was first separated from the people of Heavenly Sword Peak, and then chased by a group of stupid monks as a strange treasure, and along the way, he didn't even have the strength to breathe.

"The sword spirit is gone, I advise you to obediently recognize me as the master, so as to avoid the suffering of your spiritual body. Nine silver figures surrounded Jin Ming, and the monk in dark golden armor laughed incessantly, for the extraordinary golden ancient sword, he was determined to win.

"I'll spare you uncle. Jin Ming made a move, and an extremely brilliant golden sword qi blasted towards him, and a muffled sound sounded, and one of the nine silver-armored monks slowly fell, his cultivation was only in the middle of the Yuan Infant Stage, but he was still not the enemy of the blonde boy in front of him.

"Everyone, be careful, this sword qi is very sharp. "One of the fallen people transmitted the sound to the others, and just one of them took a look at him, and he caused a heavy blow to the meridians because of his carelessness. That golden sword qi was truly terrifying, and it was able to break through the absolute defense of the armor on his body.

"Thunder, suppression. The eight people shouted in unison, and eight silver spears shot out, attacking Jin Ming. White electricity surrounded the eight people, unleashing supreme ferocity.

"It's too white. Jin Ming raised his hand and flicked the sword body of the golden ancient sword with his fingers, that was his own spiritual vein, the golden ancient sword, which was named Taibai by him, but in just one month, it was strengthened to such an extent by him.

A flash of golden sword light flashed, making everyone feel a flower in front of them. A sword roared out, incomparably crisp and loud. The young man held a sword, his blond hair flowing, dancing with the wind, his sword aura was vertical and horizontal, and in just one step, he severely injured a silver-armored monk.

The dazzling golden light shone in the center of his eyebrows, the fiery sword intent rose to the sky, the golden sword qi was almost condensed into substance, and between the dancing of the golden ancient sword, Jin Ming suppressed eight people with one person. The white currents intertwined, and finally formed a thick thunder pillar, submerging Jin Ming.

"Left pointer. Jin Ming groaned, holding the sword in his left hand, and pointed at the Thunderstorm Court monk who was watching. A golden immortal phantom quickly condensed behind Jin Ming, and it stretched out its golden arm and pointed at the monk in dark gold armor.

"Boom", caught off guard, the monk was instantly blasted out, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the dark golden armor on his body in shock, which had a striking crack on it.

But in an instant, a golden spear stabbed into Jin Ming's shoulder. The monk laughed wildly, for the ancient sword "Sword Spirit" in front of him, he was determined to win.

Jin Ming held his sword, blood stained half of his clothes, he looked coldly, and another pillar of thunder bombarded him. After a breath, Jin Ming appeared in front of everyone again, and now he looked extremely miserable, and even above his body, there was an electric current crackling.

His physical body is no better than Bai Ye, and no matter how strong he is, he is only a Terran monk after all. "You can die. Jin Ming smiled loudly, and the golden ancient sword moved against the wind, slashing at the nine people with an almost crazy momentum.

The monk in dark gold armor felt only a pain in his body, and then his consciousness gradually dissipated, and then ...... There was no more, he was already dead, dead thoroughly, and even his soul was sucked away by a strange black secret power.

Jin Ming looked at the nine people who fell in front of him, and under the guidance of his last strength, he put away the golden ancient sword, fell to the ground, and slowly walked into the distance............