"Bang!"

A sword light flashed in the mist, and the black python that flew up into the air was cut into seven pieces and fell from the sky.

Ye Changsheng's hair was scattered, his hand holding the sword trembled violently, and his face was covered with a layer of black gas.

His hand was already ulcerating, and his cheek was swollen from a scorpion's tail thorn.

With a sword mended on the wriggling snake's head, Ye Changsheng took out the medicine bottle, swallowed two antidotes, and applied ointment to the wound.

After the cultivation of the Nine Heavens Refining Divine Technique was sealed, his strength plummeted.

The speed of the sword was slowed by two-thirds, and the power was reduced by two-thirds.

The induction is slow, the movement is slow, and the attacks that could have been avoided are always half a beat slower.

Fortunately, he still has a crossbow to extinguish his heart, otherwise, he would not have made it to the edge of the swamp.

The more this is the case, the stronger the obsession to find the ancient tomb.

He also has another choice, that is, to use the law of time in the Gura Realm to cultivate the "Jara Prison" that can protect the body.

Being able to bless such a powerful secret method of Buddhism is bound to make the seal of cultivation even more difficult to unravel.

"Jiluo Realm Prison", "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula", is like the two ends of a seesaw, one end is warped, and the other end will be pressed down.

Changsheng can only endure, and can only rely on his current strength to break a way in the swamp of death.

A large wave of poisonous spiders has attacked.

A large wave of poisonous scorpions has hit.

A large wave of water lice has hit.

Two black demon wolves followed him all the way, no more than five meters away.

Three or four poisonous lizards lurked in the mud, right around him.

Ye Changsheng ran wildly, suddenly stepped on the air, poofed, and fell to the ground on one knee.

The muddy water splashed on his face, and it hurt hotly.

Nameless anger swelled in Changsheng's heart, and with a big hand, he grabbed the neck of a black python and crushed the snake bones.

Shaking off the body of the python, Ye Changsheng stood up and slowly turned around.

In the steaming mist, four eyes that emitted red light loomed.

Ye Changsheng's eyes were cold, his hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened, and he suddenly exerted force, and the cannonball rushed forward.

Swept up in the air, Ye Changsheng's incomparably swift sword slashed at the head of the black demon wolf that pounced.

Tyrannosaurus Slash!

Double Crit!

"Poof!"

The black wolf's head was split in half and fell into the muddy water.

On the left, another black demon wolf quickly rushed upward, opening its bloody mouth, and it was close to Changsheng!

Ye Changsheng's wrist flicked, his heart slid down his palm, and he pulled the trigger suddenly.

The black crossbow bolt almost pierced into the black demon wolf's big mouth, tearing the foul tongue and burrowing out of the back of the head.

Ye Changsheng fell to the ground, the paleness on his face flashed, and he couldn't help coughing a few times.

Several lurking poisonous lizards swooped out, but pounced on the corpses of the two black demon wolves.

Ye Changsheng flew up, and with a short pause in the air, his crossbow fired in succession, and three crossbow arrows were nailed into the back of the heads of the three poisonous lizards.

Waves of poisonous insects arrived, and Changsheng didn't have time to recover the crossbow arrows, and continued to rush forward.

The poisonous fog in front of him became thinner and thinner, and a gentle hillside paved with gravel appeared.

Ye Changsheng accelerated violently, swept up the hillside, and left the three black demon wolves far behind.

Sitting down on the solid ground, Ye Changsheng breathed heavily as if he had been reborn.

Although there was still a little miasma in the air, he couldn't care about it so much, and he was about to suffocate to death.

Seeing the filthy clothes and festering hands, Changsheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was even worse than calling Hanako now.

Well, if the trial is still so light, why bother?

The so-called trial is to constantly challenge one's limits, constantly deal with various crises, cultivate keen senses, and sharpen one's willpower.

Only in extreme circumstances can people stimulate their own potential, surpass themselves, and achieve breakthroughs that cannot be obtained in ordinary times.

Ye Changsheng's trial has just begun.

Looking back at the swamp that I walked through, it was vast, and even if the sun hung high in the sky, it could not dispel the surging black fog.

And a swamp of the same size, he had to cross at least five or six more along the way before he could get around the end of the Black Wind Ridge.

After treating his wounds and eating and drinking, Ye Changsheng stood up and walked towards the mountain.

From here, he can be regarded as entering the real Black Wind Ridge.

Black Wind Ridge doesn't have those many poisonous insects, but the demon beasts in the mountains are also much stronger.

The first-level demon beast is not to be feared, and the strongest is the black demon wolf.

The second-level demon beasts are not easy to deal with, which is equivalent to the peak of the open pulse, and the individual is powerful, and even the top of the upper rush of the initial level.

And the third-level demon beast is powerful, its strength is equivalent to the high-level of the punch, and the attack power reaches 10,000 catties!

If Ye Changsheng's cultivation was still there, he didn't have to worry about these at all.

It's a pity that in his current state, even if he casts the double critical attack of the Tyrannosaurus Slash, it will only have an attack power of 5,000 catties.

Immortality can only pray, don't run into a third-level demon beast.

All the way over the mountains and mountains, climbing a bare mountain peak again, Ye Changsheng breathed slightly, and raised his eyes to look into the distance.

The earthquake 300 years ago completely destroyed the topography of this area, and trying to judge the location of the ancient tomb from the metaphysics of feng shui is tantamount to a fool's dream.

The theory of hope is also unreliable, this vast mountain range, mixed with countless large and small swamps, the poisonous miasma suppresses everything.

Do you want to go through it all and use yourself to sense the existence of evil energy?

Ye Changsheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, in such a large place, he couldn't finish it in three months, and this was still without any interference.

Seeing that the sun is about to set, it is useless to think too much, so let's find a place to settle first.

Not long after, Ye Changsheng found a hidden slit on the other side of the mountain.

In the slit, it can accommodate a person, and there are waist-high rocks outside.

In a canyon below, black mist rises like a rising tide, tumbling up the slope of the mountain.

In a matter of moments, the mountain was flooded with black fog, and it didn't take long for the entire mountain to be engulfed in black fog.

Ye Changshang thought about it, activated the Luo Realm, and the whole person disappeared in place in an instant.

The prayer wheel rotates silently, and the space of a square foot is mysterious and serene.

Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged and placed a delicate hourglass beside him, and the fine sand slowly flowed down, making an inaudible rustling sound.

Changsheng lowered his eyes, and his restless mood immediately calmed down.

With the blessing of the Zara Realm, he soon entered a state of silence, and his whole body was empty.

Almost instinctively, the "Secret Record of the Demon Heart" of the "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula", the mental method automatically operates.

Without a source of bad energy, it is like a waterwheel without a flow of water, which can only be idled.

But even so, Ye Changsheng's soul sea also sensed it, and there were shallow ripples, as gentle as a baby's cradle.

The condensation of the soul takes place unconsciously.

The small gray sword inserted in the heart, with a trace of gray aura, was slowly withdrawn.

The prayer wheel of the Zara Realm turned silently, and the six-character mantra flickered, and fell into silence again.