Spirit Devouring Swamp, the first forbidden place in the Northern Sealing Realm, the world's understanding of it is only the word fear, no one knows when it began to exist, and why, the most conservative estimate has also exceeded 100,000 years, far from being comparable to the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range.

The Soul Eater Swamp is extremely dangerous, covered in a thick white mist that can devour all the energy that floats between heaven and earth, and will also give birth to terrifying swamp monsters.

This swamp monster has no intelligence, is cold-blooded and ruthless, will prey on all living creatures, blend with the swamp, and usually hide in the dead branches and leaves, silent, difficult to find.

Its strength is also very terrifying, the lowest level can be comparable to the Yuan Dan realm, and the deeper it goes, the stronger it becomes, throughout the ages, the creatures that have entered the Spirit Devouring Swamp, down to birds and beasts, up to the human king and demon king, have not been able to come out alive.

It is too early to be investigated, just thousands of years ago, there was a Terran Sage who was forced into this Soul Devouring Swamp by the enemy, and no one has seen him come out since then, and he has completely disappeared from this world.

The Spirit Devouring Swamp is too terrifying, there is little life within a radius of a few miles, it is deserted, unlike the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range, you can still find some opportunities, usually no one comes to this kind of place at all, and the nearest inn is also more than ten miles away.

A few thatched houses, a linen shed, and a few blackened wooden tables, such a shabby layout, in such an inaccessible place, is already quite good.

The neighborhood is overgrown with weeds, yellow sand, and the sky is cloudy, and there is no sunlight all year round, and it is a desolate scene, and no one comes here all year round.

The shopkeeper is a gray-haired old man, who looks not young, has no children and no daughters under his knees, and his legs and feet are a little inconvenient, and he stays in this place all year round, barely making ends meet with his meager income.

A man in a black cloak walked into the shed, sat down at a black wooden table, and said, "Shopkeeper, a pot of hot wine, two plates of beef in sauce." ”

Although the cloak obscured his face, it was not difficult to guess from this hearty voice that this person was good-looking, and the shopkeeper was also accustomed to pedestrians dressed in this kind of clothes, and they did not have the heart to guess what he looked like.

It seemed that the barren environment around him also made the old man a little numb, and he was stunned for a while before he slowly replied: "Okay, I'll be here soon." ”

Wine and beef were soon placed on the table, and the cloaked man took out a piece of gold and placed it on the table, and a glimmer flashed in the old man's numb eyes, but soon dimmed again, and he staggered back to the tattered counter, squinting and dozing.

The man in the cloak did not pay attention to this, he patted the wind and sand on his body, opened two old porcelain bowls from the table, picked up the flask and poured two bowls of hot wine.

There was a churn in his arms, and a little black wolf poked its head out, sprang out of his arms, jumped onto the table, stuck out its pink tongue, and licked the hot wine in one of the porcelain bowls.

And the cloaked man also took a bowl of wine and drank it, and put it in his belly, relieving much of the weathered cold, and eating meat while drinking, without speaking.

In the sackcloth hut, you can only hear the sound of eating meat and drinking wine, the snoring of the shopkeepers sleeping, and the sound of the wind blowing through the holes in the thatch on the roof.

Not long after, rustling footsteps sounded outside the thatched hut again, and a young man with a heroic face and a white robe walked into the shed, holding a golden sword in his hand.

The long sword was four feet long, and the golden light on the sword body flowed, as if it was carved from gold, without carrying a scabbard, and the blade shone with cold light, with the slightest sharpness that was difficult to match.

The old man opened his cloudy old eyes, glanced at the young man, shrunk his neck, wrapped his shabby cotton clothes tightly, yawned, and continued to sleep.

"Are you Yeyang?" the young man's eyes suddenly locked on the cloaked man, and he sat across from him and asked, his tone was not aggressive, or even polite, but there was always a bit of arrogance between his eyebrows.

"Yes and what, no, what?" Ye Yang said directly without raising his head, and the little wolf only glanced at him, and continued to bury his head in the fragrant sauce beef.

"If yes, you have to talk about it, if you don't, forget it. The youth said.

"That's not it. ”

The ......" The young man was silent, and after being stunned for a moment, the politeness on his face disappeared, and he gradually became indifferent, and said in a threatening tone: "It's not your own thing, it's better to return it, and other things can be blamed for the past." ”

"What, why can't I understand it?"

"You're pretending to be confused, you know what you know, it's not something you can have, otherwise it won't look good if you start to do it for a while. ”

"What do you mean by this, I'm just asking something, but you waste such a big bunch of words, going around and around, changing the topic, it's really boring, isn't it, this thing wasn't yours in the first place?"

"I don't want to say more to you, and I will ask you again at the end, are you really not going to hand it over?" the young man lost patience and said bluntly.

Yeyang ignored it, chewed and swallowed the last piece of beef on the plate, drank a large bowl of hot wine, burped, wiped his mouth again, and then looked at the young man, helplessly spreading his hands.

"You don't even say what it is, how do I know what you want me to give? Where should I find it for you?

"The good words have been said, since you don't know the current affairs, then don't blame me for bullying people with the realm, robbing them openly, and offending. ”

As the young man spoke, his eyes were cold, and he clenched the golden long sword in his hand, and a dazzling sword light lit up, stabbing with a sound, tearing the wooden table and slashing towards the night sun.

The sword light hit Yeyang's body, directly penetrating his body, blasting out a huge hole in the earthen wall behind him, the earth and stones splashed, the cold wind was cold, and the "Yeyang" shook for a while, and then scattered in a flash.

The young man's face remained unchanged, as if he had expected it a long time ago, turned into a golden light, shot out of the thatched hut, and landed on the empty wilderness outside, his eyes were blazing, looking at the night sun standing not far away.

"In the Xia Feng Sword, the young master of the North Sealing Sect, one hundred and fifty years old, the middle level God King of the Chong Pulse Realm, the domination of the Northern Sealing Realm by the God Clan is already the general trend, and the envoy of the Northern Emperor will arrive soon. ”

"Your Excellency is an extraordinary talent, you should not be dying, if you hand over the treasure you robbed, you can be blamed for the past, including your murder of my unsuccessful brother, I can plead with my father. ”

"I am willing to make a friend with Your Excellency, if the demon clan is defeated, your friends of the demon clan can leave the North Seal Realm without taking their lives, and our North Seal Gate can also help, and even the bone king of the White Bone Cave can fly to the upper realm with you, how about it?"

Until now, he still wants to try to win over, and in the investigation of Yeyang, he found that this person is not only talented, but also has endless means, if he can join the Protoss, he must be a great main force.

It's just a pity that Yeyang doesn't have any natural affection for the Protoss, and the person Feng Jian is still good in his opinion, if he is not a Protoss, he can still be a friend.

"The investigation is quite clear, and for the sake of your sincerity, I can also promise you that if you die at my hands in the future, I can leave you with a whole corpse. ”

"Needless to say about the rest, if you want to fight, I'm not interested in who you are or what your identity is, it's better to talk less nonsense. Yeyang put aside the night howl on his shoulder and took out the Sansheng Han Halberd.

Being able to enter the middle level of the Chong Pulse Realm at the age of one hundred and fifty, as long as there is no accident, this sword will definitely be able to enter the divine before the age of four hundred, this kind of talent, even if it is not as good as Sun Qitian, it will definitely be able to surpass Yan Zuoming.

The combat power of the sealing sword is extraordinary, but the realm has only entered the middle level, a little higher than Elder Fei, although it seems that the combat power is extraordinary, but even if he can't defeat it, he is still confident that he will not be injured.

At this point, Feng Jian didn't say more, the distance was only a hundred zhang, the four eyes were facing each other, Yeyang clenched the Sansheng Han Halberd, and Feng Jian also clenched the Golden Holy Sword, and an invisible wave of qi erupted between the two, and the momentum on his body rose rapidly.

In the thatched hut, the old man opened his cloudy eyes, looked at the hole in the wall, the cold wind was biting, and swept into the room in a burst, and he said hoarsely: "Such a big hole has to be mended again." ”

The momentum brewed to the peak, and two invisible waves of qi exploded with a bang, rolling up the monstrous wind and sand, obscuring the vision, and at this time, the night sun moved first......

The black evil on the Sansheng Han Halberd flowed, converging on the blade of the halberd, the halberd slashed down, and a black crescent moon came out of his hand, tearing open the tumbling yellow sand with a bang, and slashed towards the sealing sword.

The golden light flashed, and a dazzling sword light also quickly emitted, and there was a stabbing sound, which seemed to cut through the air and crashed into the black crescent.

With a loud bang, the black crescent moon and the bright sword light shattered together, setting off a gust of wind, the yellow sand flew all over the sky, and the night sun and the sealed sword also moved at the same time, colliding fiercely together.

"Kaishan Fist Eighth Style!" Ye Yang shouted angrily, the demon yuan on his right arm surged, and the black qi rolled, and he used a killing move as soon as he came up.

"Golden Overlord Fist!" Feng Jian also shouted, the golden light on his fist was shining, and his entire arm turned golden, like gold poured, exuding an unparalleled domineering aura, and he met it with a punch.

The Golden Overlord Fist is one of the heirloom techniques of the North Seal Gate, the grade is the best in the spirit level, and it has also been used by Yeyang to see Feng Lei before, but the same fist method is used by two people, but the power is very different.

The golden fist was indestructible, the black iron fist was fierce and mighty, the two fists collided, and the terrifying power exploded, sending out a boom and explosion, and the sleeves of the shirt directly turned into flying ashes.

The energy exploded, and the two of them retreated violently, the sealed sword retreated more than ten zhang, staggered and stopped, his face was pale, but Yeyang flew upside down for more than twenty zhang, staggering, the breath in his body rolled for a while, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth......