After Bian Yunci killed the 6,731 competitors with his hands, he took Ji Li's hand and walked to the extinct volcano.

Corpses are everywhere, there are countless demons and spirits, blood stains this extinct volcano red, and the air is filled with an unpleasant smell.

Ji Li couldn't help frowning.

Such a tragedy is too easy for her to think of the scene of the battle with the demon world back then.

It's just that she wasn't as fragile back then, not as incompetent as she is now.

Bian Yunci seemed to be worried that she had an accident, and held her hand very tightly.

She could even feel the pulses beating against her wrists.

The sky was red, like boiling magma, and like the thick of the ground that could not be dissolved.

If there is a vision in the sky, there will be a strange treasure.

As soon as Ji Li finished reading this sentence in her heart, Bian Yunci let go of her hand, her eyebrows and eyes gentle: "The next road depends on yourself." ”

He couldn't help but reach out and touch her head, not knowing what it meant to change his mind after coming this far.

Only the eyes are gentle, as if they can turn water, and they are indescribably delicate.

Ji Li met his gaze and nodded solemnly, without saying anything different about his arrangement.

Bian Yunci wanted her to go to the middle of the volcano group to find a fairy sword.

The newly born immortal weapon said that she was the only one who deserved to pull out this fairy sword.

Although she is obedient, she is not stupid.

At first, Bian Yunci was reluctant to bring her, so at the beginning, who did he plan to let get this fairy sword?

Or does he want this immortal artifact himself?

With a crackling sound, she stepped into the formation.

The fairy sword was born in the eye of the formation, and she needed to quickly pull out the divine sword and return to Bian Yunci's side.

In the past few days, he has consumed too much, and his appearance does not look very good.

Fortunately, there are only two days left for January's Genesis period.

When she gets the fairy sword, she must also recover her strength, even more.

It can be regarded as the only benefit of this fateful period of creation.

There seemed to be layers of pressure under her feet, and she didn't go well.

I don't know if it's because she's the son of gods and demons, she always feels that she is deeply rejected here.

If it weren't for her firmness, she might have been beaten out with blood.

The more she was not allowed to get it, the more she had to take it.

The fighting spirit in her heart was burning, the purple light in her eyes was faintly emerging, and the movements under her feet remained the same, although it was like carrying a thousand pounds of weight, she did not hesitate, the expression on her face remained unchanged, only the overly straight body could reveal her discomfort.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Ninety-nine steps, one hundred steps......

A thousand steps, 10,000 steps......

100,000 steps, 200,000 steps......

Obviously, she doesn't look like Erer, but she is like walking into a labyrinth, and she can't walk until the end.

Her feet were slowly numb, and her legs were gradually losing strength, but she still kept moving forward as when she first set off, and her back was soaked with sweat.

In the morning, the golden crow was driven away by the bright moon, and at this time, he insisted on disdainfully rising from the Eastern Mountain Range, and a wisp of golden thread fell on Ji Li, and then, her shadow slowly shone out.

The fairy sword seemed to be a little impatient, and it kept vibrating, as if it was about to fly towards her, but it couldn't get out of the formation because of the reason in his eyes.

At this time, Ji Li was no more than a hundred steps away from it.

In those hundred steps, each step had twice as much force as before, and when she was halfway there, she couldn't walk.

The heavy pressure pressed on her body, as if it was going to press her into the dirt, and she was desperate to think about it.

But the arc of the fairy sword trembling was even greater, as if it was about to be unsheathed in the next moment.