In the twilight, the fog was hazy, and a black object was obliquely inserted in the white light not far away, and the poisonous fog was forced away several meters away.

There was a sound of Suosuo, and a ragged man came out of the dense forest, his eyes were cloudy, his vision was blurred, and through the staggered trees, something seemed to attract him in front of him. He held the black bowl in one hand, laboriously picked up the ancient wood next to him with the other, and stepped barefoot on the clump of misty herbs, the poison corroded, and white smoke rose from the places touched by his hands and feet. His clothes were tattered, his robe was torn in several places, and the white smoke on the edges of it was a little pink petal peeling off. On the back, the skin exposed by the tattered clothes gradually turned purple, and the appearance was very embarrassing.

Five, four, three, two, one, the staggering figure swooped into the light.

Instantly felt the poisonous mist on his body dissipate, and he suddenly felt soft and soft in the light group, refreshed and comfortable. A trace of heat in the body runs on its own, and everywhere it goes, the flesh, tendons, veins, and bones are white and radiant, and there is no trace of virulence entrenched.

This heat flow is a little bit of true yang qi that has been absorbed for tens of thousands of years, and Tao Fusheng immediately sat cross-legged and took the opportunity to operate the life force, and the life force fused with the power of the true yang and traveled around the whole body. The light cluster outside the body also penetrated into the body and melted into the power of the true yang, and then it operated.

After a long time, Tao Fusheng opened his eyes, his body recovered as before, and his clothes were repaired by mana. He stood up and began to observe the things in the white light, and in the center of the white light a dark object was inserted diagonally next to a dead tree, and the white light of this thing was emitted, and it felt warm on his body. He couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, and secretly said: This is the power of the true yang! This thing must be the treasure of the supreme yang.

He cautiously took a few steps forward, approaching the black object, and only then did he realize that it was a long sword, more than three feet long and about an inch and eight minutes wide, and the black blade slid with a bright light. He circled around the black sword and noticed that the word "True Yang" was engraved on the hilt of the sword, and the word "Black Iron" was engraved on the other. "True Yang, Black Iron" Tao Fusheng said, thought for a moment and said: "In this way, the name of this sword is the True Yang Black Iron Sword."

Tao Fusheng's left hand gathered the aura and lightly touched the black sword hilt, "Huh!" The green vitality of his fingertips volatilized into smoke in response, leaving only a thin trace of white aura. Tao Fusheng turned his hand back and looked at the white gas on his fingertips, and seemed to understand: This is the power of true yang that melts into the body, it seems that the previous feeling is right, and sure enough, this thing is calling me, it is really the way of heaven and earth, this thing just restrains the poisonous fog, and can help me get out of this poisonous valley.

Tao Fusheng was happy in his heart, and hurriedly transferred all the true yang power in his body to his left hand, grabbed the black long sword, and the white light emitted by the long sword was instantly recovered, gathered on the surface of the black sword, and attached to his body along Tao Fusheng's left hand.

Since the resurrection of the peach, he has obtained the True Yang Black Iron Sword, and he no longer has to worry about the erosion of the poisonous mist. His whole body is full of white light, his body is light and healthy, and he walks like flowing water, and he is full of wind step by step. Finally walked out of the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons along a river.

After the torrential rain, the white waves of the mountain stream are churning, flowing from the side of the remnant sword to the half-waist, the mountain is steep, forming several small waterfalls hanging in the Jilin River below, next to the Jilin River is the outlet of the Ten Thousand Poison Fog Valley, the color of the river flowing out of the valley changes from black to green, and the splash of Qingling Ling splashes on the bank. The pink and white figure swayed in the water, and he sat cross-legged on the grass on the shore, his hands folded, his eyes slightly closed, his long eyelashes still hung with thin dewdrops, and a black bowl and a black sword on his legs.

The incense mist gently dissipated, a wisp of morning sun brushed his cheeks, his eyebrows moved, and he opened his dark and clear eyes. "Whew! It's really dangerous, you have to be very careful in the future! This True Yang Black Iron Sword has to suppress the poison without leaving an inch. He said to himself, picking up the black sword in his left hand and examining it carefully. Fortunately, the black sword is separated from the poisonous mist, and the power of the true yang is hidden, so there is no need to use the power of the true yang to control the black sword all the time. He stood up, holding the dervish in his right hand and the sword in his left hand, and looked back at the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons, living in this Valley of Poison for 100,000 years, although it is a dangerous place, but it is also full of his infinite feelings, and he is about to leave today with a trace of reluctance in his heart.

He shook his head, and the reluctance in his heart vanished, he bowed to the Ten Thousand Poisonous Fog Valley, turned around and walked towards the vast forest, this farewell, will be at the end of the world, there is no homeland.

Qing Shui sent people away slowly, and the fog was faintly difficult to part. This should know that there is no way back, and the moon sighs alone.

When I first entered the endless deep forest, the air was extremely fresh, but Peach Fusheng was used to living in the Ten Thousand Poison Fog Valley, and without the obstruction of the fog, it was a little uncomfortable. This dense forest is as quiet and tranquil as the poisonous forest in the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons, with dense giant trees, hanging vines, shrubs, exotic flowers and plants, and clusters of luxuriant.

The jungle was deep and there was no way to follow, so he had to use his black sword to cut through the ancient vines and wild trees to make a way out, and when he was unsure of the direction, he jumped on the treetops and looked thousands of miles away. After walking for a long time, he became more and more confused and lost his direction again, and after observing left and right for a while, he found a thick and strong tree, jumped on the treetop several times, and looked around to see which direction he could go out. As soon as the foot landed on the branch, a figure in mid-air rushed to the wind with the sound of the wind.

Tao Fusheng hurriedly raised the black sword in his hand to block it, and a pair of huge claws like sharp pincers grabbed the black sword. "Whew!" white smoke rose from the black sword, and then the huge figure flew away with a scream, presumably the claws were almost ripe.

"Amitabha, Master said that you can't kill at will! Tao Fusheng saw that the giant eagle was injured and left, repented in his heart, raised his head and prepared to choose a direction, but the "Huhu ......" gusts of wind hit, only to see a huge Lan-tailed spot-headed eagle with huge claws stretched out to pounce on him, especially the Lan-tailed spotted eagle with injured claws, staring at angry eyes, presumably hating him in his heart, and opened his mouth to peck at Tao Fusheng.

Peach Fusheng didn't want to hurt the living beings, the black sword was too powerful, and he didn't use it. I saw him dodging left and right on the branches, and the black bowl flew up to block him, ready to see an opportunity to jump off the top of the tree, but there were too many of these Lanwei bar-headed eagles, and it was quite troublesome to deal with, and he couldn't find a chance to jump off the tree.

After fighting for a long time, those Lanwei spotted eagles couldn't help him, probably tired and impatient, and flew to the sky with a sad scream. Tao Fusheng watched them fly away and didn't dare to linger, so he quickly found a direction and jumped off the tree.

He walked in the forest for another half a day, and encountered many spirit beasts and monsters along the way, some pounced when they saw him, some fled when they saw him, and some saw him indifferent. Tao Fusheng just wants to get out of the jungle quickly, he doesn't want to delay time, he can hide when he encounters these monsters, and he can escape if he can. As we walked, it became dark. The night was shrouded, everything was quiet, and the peach resurrected to find a giant tree, jumped on the branches and hid among the leaves to meditate and practice.

There was no moonlight at night, I couldn't see my fingers, the cold wind was blowing in the dense forest, and I only heard all kinds of strange sounds around me one after another. Occasionally, a night bird flew over Tao Fusheng's head, and a feather fell and landed on his shoulder, and he didn't seem to notice it, still reciting the sutra without distraction.

In the darkness, a ghostly light flashed on the branch of a giant tree not far away, and disappeared again in an instant. After a while, it flashed elsewhere, and the faint light was cold and cold. The wind blew again, and the feather fell from Momo's shoulder, "Boom-" The feather broke off in the middle, and a black shadow instantly crossed his shoulder. Tao Fusheng was defenseless, only avoided his neck, blood splattered from his shoulder, and he fell from the tree in response, and the black bowl and black sword resting on his lap also fell.

The black shadow fled far away, and Tao Fusheng was half-lying on the ground, covering his shoulder with his right hand, pressing his left hand on the ground, his eyes flashing with purple light, and the corners of his mouth smiled evilly. He didn't move for a long time, just lay quietly on the ground. Half a feather fell gently from his eyes, the wind rose, the feather flew and the branches and leaves swayed, and faintly, the faint light under the distant branches and leaves flashed again and disappeared again.

The night was dark, and the shadows of the surrounding black trees obscured the view, and the ghostly light appeared unconsciously behind the shadows of a tree, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

As if he had discovered something, Momo's evil smile bloomed again, and a strange force came down his left hand, violently swinging a circle of purple gas around him. The half of the feather in front of him was raised, and it flipped in mid-air, turning into dust and spreading rapidly to the periphery with the purple air current. The light between the branches felt something strange, flickered and vanished, and then the whole tree there withered in an instant, and a gust of wind blew and shattered into powder. Looking at the surrounding scenes, they are all so ordinary, within a radius of 100 meters, everything withers and turns into powder.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Escape pretty fast! The evil eyes were full of sarcasm. Tao Fusheng stood up, the virulence in his body was running, the poisonous gas outside his body was churning, and the surrounding powder mustard swirled into a whirlpool and was collected into the dantian poison bead. He lifted his feet and walked towards the place where the glow had vanished, smoke rising from his feet.

Just after walking a few steps, suddenly the green light in his body rushed out, the scriptures melted into the green light, and the surrounding poisonous smoke was locked and pulled back into his body, he sat down cross-legged, and after a while, the poisonous smoke and the green light scriptures disappeared without a trace. He got up again, walked back to the black bowl and the black sword, and picked them up together.

At this time, there was another childishness on his face, and it seemed that this outbreak of virulence forced him to use the forbidden technique again. Tao Fusheng blamed himself: "It's still too careless, with the lesson from last time, I should always pay attention to it." "I remembered the day I went out of the valley, and when I put down the black sword while washing by the river, the poison exploded once, but fortunately, I reacted in time and picked up the black sword again. It seems that we have to find a way to carry this black sword on my body, without the restraint of the black sword, the poison will explode, and it will consume 10,000 years of life, the master is right, everything should be prevented in advance and made arrangements.

He cleaned up a little and turned to leave.

Hundreds of miles away, the forest was forested, and the ghostly light between the dense leaves of the giant trees reappeared, and a voice came from the wind: "Hmph!

Tao Fusheng hid in a tree again, where he sat with the black sword, but he didn't know that he had been remembered by the mysterious ghostly light, the night was thick, black as thick ink, and the ghostly light was like a meteor, and it was gradually approaching......