At this time, from the mist, countless gray bats poured in from all directions.

These bats are grayish-white, the size of a basketball, with pointed fangs more than a foot long, and scarlet eyes that look fierce and greedy.

These bats have long since mutated in a land full of ferocity and filth and miasma.

Each of them is comparable to a Jindan stage monk, but because each one has a violent corrosive toxicity, if the Terran Jindan stage of the same level is bitten by it, the whole body will slowly be corroded and exhausted to death.

Such an overwhelming number of gray and white bats poured in, and it was very terrifying.

Just like a vampire seeing delicious blood food, these bats haven't touched a living thing for many years, especially Zhao Junyu's vigorous qi and blood made almost all bats go crazy.

surrounded Zhao Junyu in an instant, and he was about to eat him dry.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Junyu's body suddenly erupted with layers of fierce black flames.

Like layers of fire rings, surrounding the body.

These gray-and-white bats touched the black flames of hell as if they had seen the nemesis of their hits.

One by one, they let out a sharp scream, and they were burned to ashes before they had time to react.

Hmph, Zhao Junyu waved his hands sharply, and the fire dragon in the sky roared out.

In the mist, the fire was flourishing.

Countless gray and filthy bats, screaming and fleeing for their lives, but to no avail.

The sky is full of fire dragons that easily devour everything.

With Zhao Junyu's whereabouts, in a short period of time, millions of gray bats turned to ashes and rained down beside him.

For a while, the trajectory of Zhao Junyu's whereabouts was full of a foul smell of burning, and it could not be dispersed for a long time.

Of course, Zhao Junyu has many ways to deal with these mutant bats, but using alien fire is the simplest and most effective way.

In the fog, there were no gray bats pounced again, although these mutant bats were eager for blood food, they already knew that Zhao Junyu was not easy to mess with, so they hid far away.

Zhao Junyu continued to fly towards the depths of the bottomless Underground Great Rift Valley.

Three thousand miles, eight thousand miles, ten thousand miles, fifteen thousand miles......

Zhao Junyu carefully whereabouts, he didn't know how many elixirs to restore the true yuan he had swallowed along the way.

There are also many encounters with various strange and mutated beasts and fierce spirits, all of which he uses various means to kill or drive away one by one.

His true essence was almost exhausted, and a strong fierce aura, a filthy aura, had invaded his physical body.

The robe has long been corroded, and now the high-grade talisman spirit armor that Di Lao, a disciple of the Refining Sect in Linshui City, has refined for him, and it can barely support it, it is full of pits, and the spiritual light is dim.

Of course, the fierce and filthy aura also invaded his state of mind and soul.

However, it was useless, and Zhao Junyu was not affected.

He is the soul of the Immortal Emperor, although his soul power has declined significantly, it is not something that these fierce miasma can corrode and destroy.

Not to mention his state of mind, his Dao heart is extremely strong, and this level of defilement cannot affect his Dao heart.

In fact, even if Zhao Junyu didn't activate the Body Protector Gang Yuan and didn't use the Spirit Armor, it was only the tenth level of the Vientiane Body Refining Technique, and the impact of these fierce miasma on his strong perverted body was extremely small.

It's just that he doesn't want his body to come into contact with these miasma.

"Take a break. ”

I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know how many miles it has been, and Zhao Junyu is a little tired.

I found a raised stone wall and began to meditate and recover.

The crystal flying sword above his head automatically circled, so that those strange beasts and fierce spirits in the distance did not dare to approach at all.

When Zhao Junyu recovered to his best condition, he didn't know how long it had passed.

At this time, it is impossible to know exactly how much time has passed, but I can only roughly estimate that almost a month has passed.

"It's been so long, and there is no sign of the end, is it really the way to the core. ”

"Wouldn't that be flying for years? ”

Zhao Junyu frowned.

What the hell is the Holy Emperor's picture, this ghost place has nothing but endless miasma, and strange beasts and fierce spirits.

Having said that, as you go down the slopes, the mist miasma gradually decreases, and in its place comes a ......

"This is sword intent!"

Zhao Junyu was shocked, revealing it from the ground, that sharp and unyielding sharpness, this is sword intent!

At the same time, there was also a grand and vast sealing power, which seemed to cover up this sword intent.

What is sealed in the depths of the earth?

Zhao Junyu frowned and thought about it, although this sword intent was sealed, I am afraid that it has been at least a hundred thousand years, but he still feels its strength.

It can be said that if in normal times, this sword intent can easily tear his entire person apart.

"Could it be that the fairy sword can't succeed?"

Zhao Junyu felt the sword intent, the immortal qi that was absent.

However, if it was an immortal sword, this heaven and earth would not be able to withstand the breath of an immortal sword at all.

Unless...... The fairy sword is destroyed?

The fairy sword belongs to a kind of immortal weapon, and Zhao Junyu also had a fairy sword back then, and it was also the best level, but it was destroyed in the last battle of being surrounded.

For a while, all kinds of thoughts in Zhao Junyu's heart turned back and forth.

From the primeval period, after the beginning of chaos, the competition between all races broke out, of course, it is said that it is ten thousand races, and the actual races are far more than hundreds of millions.

Until the battle of the hundred races in the previous life, there were more than 100 major races left, and hundreds of millions of years had passed.

Among them, the battle between the light immortals and demons broke out countless times.

During this period, how many earth-shattering and proud powers of the universe were born, compared with the emperor-level powers of the primeval and ancient times, Zhao Junyu in his previous life can only be regarded as a junior.

If it is said that a certain primeval and ancient immortal fell in this remote immortal cultivation star, it is not impossible.

Zhao Junyu suddenly understood the reason why the Holy Emperor Palace wanted to do everything possible to gain control of this Great Rift Valley.

In this underground, it is very likely that a fairy sword is buried!

But who is it, who sealed the fairy sword back then, and where is the owner of the fairy sword?

Zhao Junyu took a deep breath, this matter is not trivial.

It can be said that he has thought about this, there may be some rare elixir, spiritual treasure, spiritual material.

But this fairy sword, he never expected.

If it was an intact immortal sword, he couldn't control it, and the Holy Emperor couldn't control it either, exceeding the range of his ability to bear.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Junyu decided to continue to explore.

Isn't it a fairy sword, Lao Tzu didn't have it back then.

However, if this sword intent exists, it is likely to be far away from him.

Zhao Junyu held his breath and continued to fly downward.

The further down you go, the thinner the mist and miasma become, and the aura of the leylines begins to increase gradually.

Although there are also attacks from strange beasts and fierce spirits, they are insignificant at all.

I don't know how long it took, there was a soft sound on the ground, and Zhao Junyu's feet gently stepped on an unknown ground.

"Could it be that this is the underground world of Donglanxing?"

Zhao Junyu felt the ground under his feet, which was completely different from the ground on the Donglanxing Ground, and frowned slightly.

According to his estimates, he was still far from the heart of the earth's core at this time.

However, if it comes, it will be safe, Zhao Junyu will look at it.

"The consciousness is greatly suppressed here. ”

He frowned, and his divine sense could only be released to about ten zhang in front.

The ground under his feet was dark and cold, and when he stepped on it, he felt a little collapsed, as if he was in a half-dry mud ground.

It was almost pitch black, but there was a faint glow in the distance, which looked very eerie.

(End of chapter)