Mu Dingshan only asked for the "Wind Fruit", and did not covet the sword in Wei Zhen's hand, this approach is not excessive, and his appearance, after all, scared away the mysterious hooded young man, which really blocked Wei Zhen's catastrophe.

After a stick of incense, Mu Dingshan paced back and threw a small bottle to Wei Zhen.

"There are three 'Green Spirit Pills' made by my Mu clan here, which are also things that replenish spiritual power. He didn't look at Wei Zhen and continued: "If I walk out of this palace ruin and still don't find any other 'Wind Fruit', I will continue to move forward alone." Ziyin's safety is in your hands, I can rest assured!"

Although Mu Dingshan is proud, he believes in the principle of respecting the strong, which is completely a commanding tone, although he has his own selfishness, but he cares about Mu Ziyin's safety, and making such an arrangement shows that Wei Zhen's strength has been recognized in his heart.

"No problem. Wei Zhen responded, even though he knew that the other party was not discussing with him.

Mu Dingshan explained to the two remaining spirit slaves again, looking at their attitude, he was polite to Wei Zhen before.

The five of them walked quickly, gradually moving away, and finally successfully arrived at the edge of this remnant palace, a few steps away, there was the same Qingfeng world as before, a few wind beasts occasionally flashed in the wind, but the cultivation was already about level eight.

"Look at that!" a spirit master beside Mudding Mountain suddenly pointed to the left front.

A few people followed the direction he pointed, and saw a foot-tall cyan pony soaring in the sky in the distance, a pair of transparent wings on its back stretched like clouds, and as its light hooves continued to step down, the hoof prints in the void continued to loom, spreading like a road, like the track of the wind.

"What kind of wind beast is this?" said the other spirit master with a dull expression.

"Idiot, this is the transformation of the spiritual root!" Mu Dingshan exclaimed, his eyes showed an extremely strong scorching glow, and the "Wind Fruit" was swallowed by him in one gulp, and the person was already a few meters away when the sound fell.

"Wei Zhen, if Ziyin has a half-point difference pool, there will be no place for you in the Xuanyou Continent!"

He galloped at full speed, chasing in the direction of the blue young horse in the sky who had disappeared, but he did not forget to warn Wei Zhen.

At this moment, far or near, at the edge of the palace, several figures flew out one after another, and the direction was the same.

When Wei Zhen raised his eyes, he saw a fiery red figure, and there was also a familiar shadow of Yinlian. Just as he was thinking, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from behind and jumped straight onto his left shoulder, which was the return of Xiao Heihei.

It stretched out its left and right paws, and handed out a "Wind Fruit" to Wei Zhen and Mu Ziyin.

"Good fellow, this time it's quite clever!"

The two swallowed it in one gulp, and jumped out at the same time, leaving the two spirit masters in place and at a loss.

"Wind Fruit", as the name suggests, the entrance is like a wisp of fresh wind blowing straight into the abdomen, the two of them suddenly felt a little lighter, and the two eighth-level wind beasts came out of the wind, but they just glanced at the two of them, and they did not attack for no reason.

"It turns out that this is the effect of 'Containing Wind Fruit', which can deceive wind beasts!"

The two of them galloped all the way, each medicine fruit has a limited time limit, and I don't know how long it can last, so it is one point to fight for one more point.

Sure enough, an hour had passed, and a pair of wind eagles suddenly appeared from the wind and brazenly raised their claws to pounce on the two of them. With the strength of Wei Zhen and Mu Ziyin, it is not difficult to deal with them.

But there was no longer a "wind fruit" in Xiao Heihei, so they had to go forward step by step, although the eighth-level wind beasts were not as endless as the previous six- and seventh-level wind beasts, but every time the two of them had just finished killing a batch, and when they were about to relax, a few new ones appeared again.

And so on and on, until the two of them were exhausted and despair was faintly born in their hearts, when suddenly the surroundings became quiet again, and they found themselves standing on a long ridge.

The ridge seems to be infinitely long, winding diagonally upward, and there is no end in sight.

"What kind of place is this?" Mu Ziyin's voice was a little dazed. She had never experienced any hardships since she was born, and her mind was inevitably scattered at this time.

Wei Zhen saw her abnormal reaction, and directly stuffed the last "Qingling Pill" to her, and said calmly: "Don't worry, I'm here, you can recover first!"

Mu Ziyin looked at his dark face, although he was not handsome, but he was angular, and he had long since lost the grace of the first time the two met when they were young, but there was no reason for a burst of stability in his heart.

There is no concept of time in the Tongtian Pillar, and the aura is also thin, and the disciples of the various sects who enter here mainly rely on the elixir to restore the lost cultivation, and if they only rely on meditation to exhale the aura, it will take several times more time.

Wei Zhen sat with his eyes closed, seemingly calm on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking about how to go next. At this point, it is impossible to retreat, but if you continue to move forward, not only are the risks unpredictable, but the necessary resources are not available, which is the biggest problem.

He thought about it, and his attention gradually shifted to his body, he has been practicing the body forging method of the Shura clan for several years, and the refining of bones is also considered a small success, and now he has entered the stage of blood fusion, but in addition to the spiritual power that he can hold beyond ordinary spiritual cultivation, it has not brought other benefits, and his cultivation can be achieved by leaps and bounds in the short term as stated in the secret book.

Wei Zhen hadn't thought about this question before, but at that time, he just thought that his cultivation was insufficient, or he had taken a detour. Now that I think about it, it doesn't seem to be entirely that way.

But what is the crux of the matter?

At the moment, he was in a predicament, and there was no other way in front of him, so he had to think about this question in his mind over and over again.

Among the people he knew, Fan Tian had killed the Shura Clan's Seven-Winged Warrior head-on, and the "Shura Sword" was derived from this, and other people might also know some of the Shura Clan's exercises, but they had never talked about it to him, not to mention the named master who taught him the Shura secrets.

But at this moment, a flash of spiritual light flashed through his mind.

"Does it have anything to do with this?" Wei Zhen suddenly thought of a question, which he had been ignoring until now, even if someone had mentioned it to his face, he had never kept it in his mind.

"The demon race is different from the human race, although you can practice a variety of demon arts, but the strongest must be the talent of demon arts, just because this kind of demon art comes from the bloodline inheritance, so the bloodline is extremely important to our race, and there are several races in the world that are the same!"

This is a passage that Xiang Wuyi once said when discussing the difference between spiritual skills and witchcraft with him, which he did not pay attention to at the time, but now it makes him seem to have touched the crux of the problem.

"Could it be that the Shura clan's exercises are also related to the bloodline? Unless I have the bloodline of the Shura clan, it can be regarded as a real cultivation? But why can I cast the 'Finger of Destruction'?"

A series of questions suddenly appeared in Wei Zhen's heart, and he intuitively felt that he seemed to have touched the heart of the question, but the answer was not the answer he wanted.

And if the answer is really true, then all his thoughts at the moment are in vain, because he cannot obtain the bloodline of the Shura clan.

"Alas!" he sighed lightly, and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see Mu Ziyin looking at him with a concerned expression.

"Wei Zhen, are you alright?" Mu Ziyin asked.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Wei Zhen smiled reluctantly, but he didn't know what to say.

"We can wait here, there are other disciples of the Mu clan who will arrive. Mu Ziyin was thoughtful, and she had already guessed that Wei Zhen was worried about the lack of pills.

"Well, we'll leave in an hour. Wei Zhen responded. The reason why he answered this was because he needed time to recover his cultivation, and on the other hand, another strange thought had sprung up in his heart.

Time passed slowly, Wei Zhen had already calmed down, and he was bent on absorbing the thin spiritual energy here, transforming it into spiritual power in the sea of qi, and slowly returning himself to the best state.

An hour later, he stood up punctually and inserted the black stick into his waist along with the "Seurat Sword".

"After that, you don't have to make a move, if I die of exhaustion, you should be able to break through here with your own strength!" Wei Zhen's face was solemn, and his tone was even more irrefutable.

Mu Ziyin had never seen Wei Zhen speak to her with such an attitude, and after being silent for a while, Fang nodded, but said secretly in his heart: "I won't leave you behind, and I will live alone." ”

The two walked slowly along the ridge, but on the ridge, the wind was more than twice as fierce as before, and the wind on the face was actually painful.

A wind wolf was at this time, silently drilling out of the wind, the green light between the claws flickered faintly, and suddenly pounced, the sharp teeth were exposed, and the figure hit like lightning.

This is a wind beast that has reached the ninth level of cultivation.

Wei Zhen's footsteps sank, and the "Spirit Fighting Fist" struck out violently, and the fist was like a blade, cutting straight into the middle of the wind wolf's head, and after a light sound like the wind cutting through the window paper, the figure of the wind wolf disappeared.

After that, the two of them always kept moving forward at a uniform speed, Wei Zhen killed five or six ninth-level wind wolves one after another with his fist power, and every time he punched, he would do his best, and he seemed to be sparing no expense of spiritual power.

In Mu Ziyin's eyes, Wei Zhen seemed to have changed as if she had changed at this time, her whole body was surging with murderous intent, and when the punch came out, there seemed to be evil intent all over her body, which made her even more palpitating.

After the time of the two pillars of incense, the two of them only walked out of the land of Rich, and the end of this ridge was not yet known.

Wei Zhen still walked with his head up, his pace was steady, but the heavy snort was already audible, and at this moment, two wind wolves flew out of the wind, one left and one right.

Mu Ziyin's expression tightened, and she was about to fly to block the one on the right.

"Go back!" The words suddenly came out of Wei Zhen's mouth, only to see his arms shrink suddenly, and his two fists were swung out like lightning at the same time.

"Die!" he snorted again.

At this moment, at some point, the edge of his fist was dyed with a trace of black intent, and the moment the bodies of the two wind wolves touched this trace of black intent, they actually opened their mouths for the first time and let out an extremely painful wolf howl.