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The fog hides the peaks and the mountains are shaded, and the sun is not seen all year round.

As soon as Wuchen walked to the mountain shade with two thick buckets around him, a cold air gathered together. Ancient trees stand tall and towering, covering the entire sky, and the vines and weeds are intertwined.

A vague path leads downward, and from a distance, it looks like a dark and vague cave, and it is impossible to know how deep it leads.

The path slopes more and more, almost vertically downward.

The ancient wooden vines on both sides, twisted and coiled, stood silently in the darkness, like abyssal monsters, dancing with their minions.

Sinking water is circulating. As soon as the path turned, a cold wind blew, cold and damp with a faint fishy smell.

The water is as colourful as ink, and it is tumbling.

This place is close to the ground, and birds and beasts rarely come here, like dead branches, fallen leaves, and there is no one, and it is very clean.

Wuchen swung the bucket in the water, and the pitch-black water broke into the bucket, whirlpooling slightly.

Walking through the narrow and dark mountain road again, after another half a moment, Wuchen came to the front of the mountain.

At this time.

A dull thunderclap rang out.

The thunder was like a drum, the sky was full of dark clouds towering high, and the hideous and terrifying were like ancient trolls, thickly pressing on the top of the Fog Hidden Peak, looking down on all beings.

The sky was as dark as night.

The wind blew and the ink clouds rolled.

Click-la-la, a flash of lightning full of rage, crashed down. The twisted electric light stretched out a grid of tree roots, as if it was about to tear the entire sky apart.

Electricity pierced the darkness and illuminated the earth.

The pale fog hidden peak, under the lightning, was like a dying old man, looking up weakly, as if waiting for something.

After a suffocating silence.

Wow!!!

The heavy rain is like thousands of troops, from far and near, roaring.

The wind blew through the treetops, causing a sharp roar like a ghost crying.

Wind and rain, lightning and thunder, between heaven and earth are turbid.

Under this violent storm, there was a small figure on the mountainside of Wuyin Peak, carrying two rather large buckets, struggling to walk upward.

His figure kept shaking, as if he would fall down the next moment.

At this moment, it seems that the whole world is watching this little human being move forward.

At the peak of the peak of the Fog Hidden Peak, no matter how hard the disciples who came to do the task here on weekdays, because of the loopholes below, it is difficult for water to accumulate.

But at this moment, the heavy rain is like a pouring basin, more like a river pouring in, and the water level in the mountain pass is soaring at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a while, it has come to the edge of the mountain pass not far away, only two or three inches away, and it will overflow.

However, there are more than a dozen openings at the edge of the pass that are several inches deep, and the rainwater that wants to rise to the edge of the pass will flow out of the gap once it is close to overflowing, and it will not be able to fill it after all.

But at this moment, a thin figure stepped forward and poured two buckets of water down with great speed.

The water surface of the mountain pass rose sharply at once, directly leveling the stones at the highest position on the edge of the mountain pass, and a lot of them were overflowing.

"Hahaha, I'm finally filled!"

Wuchen couldn't help but look up to the sky and smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange wind struck, and he was blown up and fell straight down the mountain.

Fortunately, in the process of falling, he encountered a hundred-year-old tree that was bent over by the strong wind, and Wuchen grabbed the branch fiercely, so he stopped.

Just when Wuchen had just hugged the branch and his heart was slightly settled.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the thick electric rays were like a giant python being born, twisting and circling, winding down, and slashing at the top of the mountain pass of the Fog Hidden Peak.

After the loud noise, the lightning of the Fog Hidden Peak was shining, and countless clear cracks, like swimming snakes, were all around the top of the mountain.

Wuchen felt as if his chest had been beaten hard, and the entire mountain was trembling slightly.

Boom!

The entire peak of the Fog Hidden Peak burst and collapsed like a lotus flower, falling in all directions. The monstrous waves of water that came from nowhere converged into torrents, and the earth cracked and the grass and trees were gone, like a giant dragon of mud and stone, roaring down the mountain, and the sound was terrifying.

Along with the huge mud and rock flow, there are countless boulders tumbling violently, constantly hitting and catapulting on the hillside, often dozens of feet, nearly a hundred zhang. If such a boulder hits a person, it is strange not to knock the person into meat sauce.

The power of heaven and earth is like a panic.

At this moment, Wuchen felt so small.

Even if he has the power of a mad spirit, how can he resist in the face of the torrent of heaven and earth?

Suddenly, a voice as light as smoke and dust sounded from Wuchen's ears:

"The river is still uncertain,

The Bloody Hell Burns Naturally.

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Although the mouth is full, it is not your power.

But Providence is so, so I'll give you the recipe for the Burning of the Bloody Hell.

The Blood Hell Ligand Recipe is not bad!"

Wuchen only felt a flower in front of him, and he didn't know what to do.

When Wuchen woke up the next day, he was already under the peak of the Fog Hidden Peak, but when he raised his head, he saw that the entire peak of the Fog Hidden Peak was intact, still full of clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

What a torrent of boulders, as if nothing had happened.

He suddenly thought of the words he heard before he fell unconscious, and couldn't help but mutter: "Blood Hell Burning Technique?"

Wuchen only felt a sharp pain in his brain, and a stream of information came from his mind.

The legend is that a stunning genius in ancient times accidentally obtained the Red Night Heavenly Book, a book corner the size of a fingernail, and deduced it.

The Blood Hell Burning Technique is actually not a high grade in itself, and in the Seventh Order of the Mortal Spirit True Treasure Heavenly Immortal God, the Blood Hell Burning Technique is only at the second level of the True Rank.

Although for the current Wuchen, the True Rank Technique is already good, but compared to the Red Night Heavenly Book, which ranks sixth among the Nine Heavenly Books, even if it is a trick evolved from just one book corner, it is inevitably a little too low.

You must know that the Nine Great Heavenly Books are the nine secret books that fell from the sky when the Yuan Wilderness was opened, and the records on them are all the supreme methods of the Yuan Wilderness.

The Red Night Heavenly Book ranks sixth, which can be imagined.

From ancient times to the present, the Nine Great Heavenly Books have always been ranked at the ninth level of the god rank, and there is no one in the later generations that can be compared.

The most mysterious dragon in the legend is in the Nine Styles, although it is extremely powerful, because it is too rare and rare, it is even more difficult for ordinary people to enter the sky if they want to collect all the Nine Styles, so it is impossible to determine its true ranking.

There has always been an ancient saying in the Yuan Wilderness: "The Yuan Wilderness is ten thousand martial arts, and the dragon is dominant." The book of heaven does not appear, who competes. ”

But in fact, since ancient times, whether it is a Heavenly Book cultivator or a dragon descendant in the Nine Styles, it is very rare, and there are even fewer records of the two fighting.

Whether the dragon is stronger in the Nine Forms, or the Nine Heavenly Books are better, it is difficult to draw conclusions.

But some people say that the dragon is only a nine-style attack technique at best, and although it is powerful, it may not be invincible.

The Nine Great Heavenly Books are all-encompassing, all of which are the ultimate in the world, and from this aspect, the Nine Great Heavenly Books should be above the Nine Styles.

Later people also mostly agreed with this view, so the dragon was only designated as a post-god in the ninth style.