"Sky burial?"

As far as Duan Yuan's eyes could see, through the sparse trees, he saw a white and unknown existence.

It's like a sea of clouds in the sky, and the beauty is heartbreaking!

His footsteps paused slightly, and then he picked up his pace.

Heavenly burial! Heavenly burial! He Duan Yuan finally came, his eyes flashed with a strange light, he knew that the fateful moment had come!

He didn't encounter a fierce beast along the way, but his body was broken, and there was no so-called danger, but his own troubles became his death scimitar.

Holding black feathers in his hand, the feathers are extremely sharp, but they don't give him a sense of security.

Aside from chopping at will, Duan Yuan knew that the feather at this moment was just a very sharp woodcutter.

Looking at the shriveled bag again, Duan Yuan threw it casually, and the bag fell to the ground. No sound was made, and it was abandoned by the owner who heard it.

At this moment, the fruit was lying quietly in Duan Yuan's arms, and a tempting fragrance wafted out from time to time, wanting to induce Duan Yuan to devour it.

The dull skin was not angry at all, like an old man over half a hundred years old, and with a slight glance, the bones in it could be seen protruding.

The dry lips seemed to be about to split, and when he came to the so-called heavenly burial, Duan Yuan did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The aura in Ren's body gushed out, and then he wanted to repair the wounds in his body.

Everywhere he entered, apart from the boundless white mist, there was nothing else in Duan Yuan's line of sight. The white mist was tumbling and roaring, and there seemed to be something in it.

"Heavenly burial, is this a heavenly burial?" Duan Yuan looked over there blankly, on the opposite side, it should be said that there seemed to be no opposite side here, there was nothing on the other side, only the white mist was surging.

Duan Yuan only realized at this moment that his target was already ahead, but he didn't even have the slightest fluctuation.

It's like a piece of wood, and it's like a cold stone.

Just like that, he quietly watched the celestial burial, his eyes piercing through the mysterious white mist, wanting to peek into the secrets inside.

As recorded in the "Cultivation Record", Duan Yuan stood in front of the cliff, looked down at more than fifty meters out, and the white mist began to gradually fill, and gradually this mysterious mist became more and more dense, and finally it was like a glass of milk.

Duan Yuan knew that there were countless dangers hidden in it, no one knew what existed in it, and he didn't want to know what existed inside.

Because once you know it, then there will be evil and weirdness, and even the strongest will not dare to rush into it. This can be seen in its terrible place.

Sky burials have existed for a long time, and there seems to be no end in sight.

The desolate aura permeated here, reflecting the sky, as if it was about to swallow the sky into it.

Duan Yuan came back to his senses, waved his hand, and the feathers in his hand danced. Pick up a stone on the ground, the stone was very large, the size of a basin, but it was picked up by Duan Yuan effortlessly, and then the stone fell into it.

Duan Yuan's gaze kept looking at the place where the stone had fallen, locking it firmly. Then the stone fell into the white mist, and the strange thing was that the mist did not surge because of this, but continued to flow in a strange fluctuation.

The light refracted by the stone disappeared, and Duan Yuan couldn't see any trace of the stone.

With a frown, Duan Yuan could see that this mist was really strange.

Gritting his teeth, Duan Yuan knew that there would be no result if he continued like this, "Whew, Duan Yuan, you are still afraid of a person who is going to die, what are you afraid of? Death, you are not far from death, hehe! It's really ridiculous........."

Duan Yuan looked at the fifty-meter cliff again, and he had to say that this kind of cliff was really steep, and there was not even a single sapling, nor a single eye-catching weed.

This made Duan Yuan a little strange, because no matter how steep the cliff was, there would always be plants growing on it.

But there is no such thing here, it is simply a dead land. Looking around, I saw that at a certain distance, not a single tree was willing to take root here.

As if there was something blocking the footsteps of the trees, Duan Yuan looked at the ground with some surprise, to be precise, his gaze should have converged on the ground.

Although Duan Yuan didn't have a clairvoyant eye, he still knew that not only on the ground, but even underground, there was not the slightest root rooted in this.

Later, Duan Yuan ignored the secrets that might be hidden, because none of this was important to Duan Yuan.

Although it looked very steep, and the distance of fifty meters was simply a Jedi for ordinary people, Duan Yuan at this moment had two hundred and forty-seven main veins, in which the power was surging all the time, and there was also spiritual energy that was absorbed from heaven and earth like the body.

It makes Duan Yuan's power beyond people's imagination, if it is on the earth, this existence should be able to be classified as a superhuman level.

Leaping forward, his body jumped into it. He didn't have the slightest desire to climb, like a person jumping off a cliff, but his body was attached to the cliff, and then when he fell to a certain height, he stabbed the feather in his hand at the cliff.

Then it was embedded in the cliff wall, like cutting tofu, it was very easy to pierce it, his hands held the feather tightly, and in an instant, Duan Yuan felt an extremely powerful force coming towards his hand. Then it passed through his arm into his body, as if he had been struck by an adult.

The feather was still falling downward under the inertia, and Duan Yuan controlled the feather in his hand so that its feather body was level. A long mark was made on the cliff face, as if it were about to divide the cliff.

Dirt and rocks continued to fall from above, and then fell into the mysterious mist, without the slightest sound.

"Stop ......"

The spiritual energy in his body surged, converging on his hands, and then bent the feathers at an angle, and then the more terrifying force rushed towards Duan Yuan's broken body.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but Duan Yuan still stopped.

I felt something strange from my body, and the corners of my mouth were slightly bitter.

"It seems that the degree of damage to my body is still beyond my expectations, according to my strength and realm, this level of impact should not hurt much, but ........."

The bitterness at the corners of his mouth was even stronger, and as a result, for so many days, because of the existence of spiritual sense, how much Duan Yuan opened up the main veins of his body, as well as the corresponding physical strength, and the correspondence of these powers, Duan Yuan basically figured out a pattern on his own.

It's like yourself, you have this power, but the body is like this, then this power will further affect the body and make it go to a worse situation.

For Duan Yuan, he was also helpless, and he realized the price of strength.

It is also a deep understanding of how important essence and blood are to a person.

It fell nearly forty meters, and it was not far from the white mist. However, Duan Yuan was slightly relieved, although those fogs looked very weird, but there was no sense of crisis yet, which meant that there should be no danger.

As for why he said it should, it was because Duan Yuan felt that this ability of his mind seemed to be magical, but who could guarantee that it was not an illusion?

After looking at it, the black feathers were still not damaged, Duan Yuan couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what was the origin of this depression? As for the giant eagle that fell, Duan Yuan couldn't deny it, but it should have been transformed by something, so Duan Yuan was even more interested in this unknown existence.

As for being afraid, no kidding, even this kind of celestial burial Duan Yuan, who claims to only go in and not come out, dares to break in, and death has already been put aside.

This idea was just a fleeting moment, and he couldn't help but be stunned for his own thought, and then put aside this unrealistic idea.

Any body moves again, grabbing a stone beside it, and pulling the feathers out of the cliff wall.

Then his eyes flicked and he looked somewhere, and one was leaning over, and his body was already suspended in mid-air. Then he grabbed a point of force, which was actually a raised stone that was large enough to carry the weight of his body.

Immediately, his body moved down a little more, and after a few back and forth, when there was a tingling pain in his body, Duan Yuan knew that his body was too weak after all.

If it were someone else, with this kind of strength, then it would definitely be a lot easier.

"Hu ......" gasped, Duan Yuan firmly grasped the feather with one hand, and the feather was inserted into the cliff wall.

Beneath his feet was the mysterious mist, which rolled and rolled without any change from his arrival.

"What the hell is this?"

Duan Yuan touched the white mist slightly with his foot, and he barely felt anything, as if it didn't exist.

But there seems to be a sticky feeling in the dark!

"It's weird!"

Duan Yuan clearly sensed this existence, and his feet shrank slightly.

Then that feeling disappeared in an instant.

Duan Yuan became more and more surprised, and then stretched his feet into it, and this feeling struck again. However, there was no harm to Duan Yuan, it just had a wonderful feeling and novelty.

Duan Yuan didn't know what he would have once he entered it, but Duan Yuan was worried that once he entered it, would his eyes fail?

He only thought about it slightly, and then his body gradually broke away from the range of fifty meters and disappeared into the white mist.