In the Whispering Canyon, all cultivation is forbidden, and it is all based on hand-to-hand combat, but the unknown creatures inside are powerful.

Is this really a prison? I don't believe it.

The body of pure flesh can't get any help, the only thing that can help is the weapon in the hand, and it's a weapon made of pure iron here, artifacts, magic weapons, and defensive equipment are all waste.

In fact, aside from the so-called cultivation, this is just the epitome of the pure cold weapon era.

Baili Qianmu was dressed in a strong suit, with a dagger Qinggang, dragon scales, and some necessary pills hanging from his waist.

The divine blood obtained in Wangtian City has never been integrated with her, that is, her current strength has not been recognized by the divine blood.

This time, she sensed an opportunity.

This trip to the Canyon of Silence, nine deaths and one life, is the only opportunity for her to break through, how can she miss it.

Hundreds of miles and thousands of Mu leisurely walked into the Ningyu Canyon, stepping on the Qiankun under his feet, and carefully looking at every corner with the light of the night pearl in his hand.

The moment she stepped in, an invisible barrier cut off the Whispering Canyon.

No one has ever come in here, so the monsters here have never been rumored by the outside world, only fierce and ferocious, so who said this so-called ferocity?

No one has ever set foot here, so every leaf here is full of murderous intent, and even the air can kill every life that comes to adventure.

The clothes on his body trembled slightly, and he saw many small black insects rolling off his clothes, one after another, shaking his mouth for hundreds of miles, didn't he dare to come?

This clothes are soaked in poisonous water, and they have been circling with Mu Ziyu and others in the Death Forest for half a month, isn't it just to collect the unique poisonous weeds here, for this Ningyu Canyon?

Don't look at the skin on your face, it is also touched by more than a dozen layers of protection.

There is no sunlight here, only night.

It's quiet, it's quiet, there's not even the sound of plants breathing, only the sound of boots rubbing against leaves.

The leaves on the ground are soft and thick, and I don't know how many crises lurk underneath, but fortunately she didn't discard the ancient martial arts, no true yuan, no combat skills, and she still has internal strength.

It drifted like the weight of a leaf to the only passageway.

This is a corridor, narrow enough to accommodate only one person to pass sideways, and as expected, the air here contains poison and phantom incense.

She held her breath, calculating the fastest way to get through the corridor, and her breath-holding limit.

There are only small purple and white teardrop-shaped wild flowers blooming on the stone walls of the corridor, which is the source of the phantom fragrance in the air of the corridor.

If she remembers correctly, the Danshu Iron Scroll records that it is called: Beauty Tears. Only the area around them is no more than a centimeter away from poison and phantom incense, and it is the only place where they can borrow strength, but they are guarded by dense small insects.

There are tens of thousands of them that can be seen with the naked eye, and they are the source of poison. They stop on the back of the leaves, and if they don't want to be alarmed, they have to rely on speed, extremely fast.

Baili Qianmu looked ahead confidently, compared to speed, will she lose?

Martial arts in the world, only fast and unbreakable, this is what she has always firmly believed.

Standing with his hands folded above his head, he crossed each purple flower stamen in a straight line at three hundred and sixty-five degrees, and that place was the only antidote to the poison in the air.