Han Xing and the old elven patriarch Ahbourne entered the underground one after another, and what greeted them was a pitch-black smoke, from this black smoke, they could feel the strong death air, which was extremely strong.

"Is that it?" The old patriarch suddenly realized, staring at the black smoke, full of anger. It was all this black dead qi that had affected the luck of their elven clan for hundreds of millions of years, and it was about to be destroyed in one fell swoop, how could he not be angry?

Han Xing nodded, did not speak, and stretched out his finger to point not far away.

Great Elder Ahbourne looked in the direction of Han Xing's finger, and was immediately stunned, a touch of ruddy appeared on his bewitching and handsome face, and his emotions seemed very excited, "It turns out that this dead qi is not bred here, but over there...... Let's take a look, I want to see who is framing us elves?

"Well, let's go." Han Xing nodded.

Looking in that direction, he could see a deep passage, filled with endless black dead air, rolling in. In the dark passage, the gusts of yin wind were particularly violent, blowing on the body, as if it could penetrate into the bone marrow, causing pain in the whole body from the inside out!

"What the hell is this place?" Han Xing endured the sharp pain in his body and roared. This yin wind, this pain, even if he is a sword god, it is difficult to resist this powerful lethality.

"I don't know, I've lived for so many years, I never thought that there was such a passage under our elven tree, no wonder the elven tree would wither, how could it grow normally if it sucked this dead qi all day long?" The old patriarch was full of emotion.

"Let's go, we must find out the source of this dead qi, so that we can completely solve the problem of the Elven Tree." Han Xing nodded, glanced at the darkness in the passage, gritted his teeth and said.

It's really too depressing here, and with a master like his sword god at the peak of the continent, it is difficult to bear such pain, but it seems that the old elf patriarch Ya Xibon has no expression, it seems that all this can be beared, which makes Han Xing secretly frightened, there are still a lot of masters on this continent.

Nodding, the two of them continued on their way.

The more he walked forward, the more intense Han Xing felt the yin wind become, and faintly, his whole body was about to be unable to hold on, and every time he took a step forward, his body trembled for a while.

The whirring wind blew incessantly on the body, like a sword piercing the heart.

The pain spread all over his body, Han Xing was ruthless, he simply sat here, clenched his teeth, and at the same time, an orange fighting qi in his whole body suddenly poured out, forming a fighting qi barrier, which still seemed to feel bad, and casually threw out an ice-based magic barrier from his spatial ring, and after a flash of white light, the two barriers, one white and one orange, enveloped Han Xing, and resisted the yin wind together.

"What's wrong? Little brother Bazel, are you alright? The old patriarch saw that Han Xing's condition was not very good, and asked with concern.

Han Xing shook his head, "My body is a little unbearable, let's rest for a while before leaving." ”

When you're done, try to get yourself back to shape. At this moment, he has unconsciously had a little injury on his body, after such a strong yin wind infusion, the originally smooth skin has gradually appeared scars, and the scars are slowly cracking, like ten thousand snakes devouring the body, like a cone of pain, unbearable!

"Uh...... I forgot, you're just a sword god. The old patriarch's face was full of apologies, and he said a little embarrassed.

But just after saying that, it was as if he suddenly woke up, Junxiu's face suddenly changed, his dark green eyes widened, and he looked at Han Xing who had his eyes closed in surprise: "What? You're just a sword god...... Gone so far? ”

Han Xing smiled bitterly and looked at him a little inexplicably: "Don't you know that I am a sword god?" "I am extremely curious, what kind of master is this old patriarch of the elf clan, it doesn't seem to be much higher than himself, but his real strength is very strong.

Looking at him like this, there is no harm at all, but he is so miserable......

Thinking of this, he was a little lonely.

But the old patriarch of the elf clan was still very surprised, and he kept muttering: "This is impossible, the yin wind just now is too strong, even I was almost injured......"

"......" Han Xing didn't know what to say. In fact, he was a little curious, what realm master did the old patriarch belong to, didn't he say that once he surpassed the god level and survived the heavenly tribulation, he would be guided by the gods and enter the god realm?

How can these masters still exist here?

The old man abandoned by the gods, he said that he could understand, after all, it was a separate space, not a space within this plane continent, but how could the elf clan have so many masters beyond the god level?

He was a little confused, but he didn't bring it up.

Time passed slowly, and Han Xing felt that his body was almost recovered, and the orange fighting qi that had been consumed in large quantities had filled his body, so he stood up and continued to walk towards the depths of this passage with difficulty.

The old patriarch smiled slightly, his expression was full of satisfaction, and he quickened the pace on his feet and chased after him directly.

"The wind ahead seems to be getting stronger and stronger...... Can you hold on, Brother Bazel? ”

"Yes!" Han Xing said this word without hesitation, and he spoke very easily, but it was very difficult to really walk. Of course, in his heart, he also knew that this was an exercise, an exercise that allowed him to adapt to the power of the Sword God, after all, his Sword God power came too suddenly, and it was not refined step by step, it was naturally a little unstable, and the yin wind in front of him was a good opportunity to temper his body!

Step by step, he exerted all his strength and walked forward, although his speed was slow, but his attitude was unusually firm, although his whole body had gradually been completely eroded by the yin wind; Although the whole person was already in tatters, and his hair was scattered; Although his body was covered with bruises and became a bloody person, he did not hesitate to do it!

In his heart, he still adheres to that pride, I am a sword god, a god-level plane businessman, there is nothing I can't do!

Gradually, his consciousness became weaker and weaker, and there was a faint urge to fall, but when he thought of his sister Lena, of Pauline, of his only friend, Princess Janice, and even more of Felix, the dark god he hated, he finally gritted his teeth and insisted on walking forward.

……

In the dark passage, the strongest yin wind whistled through, and the low sound was like a sobbing in the cold, which was terrifying.

Without knowing it, the two had been walking for half an hour, and Han Xing had completely become a bloody man, but his eyes were shining with unusual firmness and fearlessness, as if all this was nothing in his eyes, and he slowly walked forward.

The old patriarch had been standing behind him, looking at him from a distance, full of shock, this human had brought him too much shock, first he took out the mysterious Nine Shadows Divine Spring, and then several forbidden magic scrolls, and now with the strength of the sword god, he forced this powerful attack, it was really unexpected.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand that human beings have always been the masters of Caesar's continent, and there is a reason for this.

After the two of them walked for a while again, suddenly a light came from the front, and under the illumination of that light, the billowing black aura rose like a haze.

Han Xing glanced at it and was about to move on, but was stopped by the old patriarch.

"Wait......"

"What's wrong?" Han Xing asked weakly.

"There's something strange ahead, and I always feel that there's something unusually powerful in front of me......," the old patriarch looked a little embarrassed.

How powerful is it? Han Xing was a little confused, on this continent, there would be something that the old patriarch of the elf clan was afraid of?

"But...... If we don't cut off this dead qi from the source, the Elven Tree will not return to its previous state. Han Xing thought for a while and said. He was just telling the truth, originally the purpose of their coming here was to find out the reason, if they just went back, wouldn't it be in vain?

"Good! Let's go, go and see! Hearing Han Xing's words, the old patriarch thought of the luck of the elf clan and thought of the future, so he immediately nodded, plucked up his courage, and took the lead to move forward.

Han Xing followed closely behind him, the two of them were a little slow, always vigilant, and there were beads of sweat on their foreheads that kept dripping.

The atmosphere was unusually depressing.

Slowly, under this atmosphere, the two walked into the light.

What caught my eye was a whirlpool in the air, constantly spinning, and from it a black aura emanated from it, it was the dead breath that eroded the roots of the tree.

"Where is the source?" Han Xing was a little surprised, looking at this whirlpool, he didn't understand.

The old patriarch Ashburn's big eyes suddenly lit up, and then he looked at Han Xing and said, "Don't underestimate this whirlpool, if I guessed correctly, this is a spatial whirlpool!" ”

"Space Vortex? What would that other space be? How could there be so much dead air pouring out? Han Xing frowned, incomprehensible.

"With so much dead air, I'm afraid it's only ...... Battlefield of the Gods! The old patriarch's eyes became a little confused, and his expression was a little melancholy.

"What kind of place is that?" Han Xing still asked puzzled.

"It's a battlefield in the Divine Realm! Thousands of fallen gods are buried! Ahbone nodded and said.

Han Xing looked at him in surprise, a little puzzled, how could he know so much?

The elven patriarch roared: "I didn't expect the battlefield of the god realm back then to be here, destiny, destiny, sad, my elven clan has always been blessed, but I didn't expect it to fall into the hands of heaven in the end." ”

For a moment, Han Xing felt a little sad.