The cycle of life and death, all laws are the way. This is a sentence in the recipe of reincarnation of life and death, He Feiyu runs the recipe of reincarnation of life and death, and understands the truth, he also finds that this exercise is of course extremely mysterious, every time he recovers from a serious injury, his strength will also be greatly improved, and the more penance can bring the better.

The five elements of true qi in the sea of qi slowly rotated, devouring the mottled and impure energy outside the body, and the demon bead above the sea of qi exuded extremely pure energy all the time. Let He Feiyu cultivate a thousand miles in a day. I believe that soon, it will be one level higher, He Feiyu has cultivated for a few weeks, and his injury has been completely healed, it seems that although Qianyuexue is very strong, she has not allowed herself to suffer a very serious injury. Thinking of that cold woman, He Feiyu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, ten thousand years of waiting, just for a moment of annihilation. I believe that only such an infatuated woman can do it.

He Feiyu stood up, and the dragon balls beside him had already flown back, and it seemed that there was no turning back. He looked at the three strong characters on the stele.

Burial Sword Field.

This is a world composed of grave mountains and various weapons, the graves are piled up into a mountain, and the mountains are continuous to form this world, He Feiyu looks from near and far, a mountain is higher than a mountain, and in the end, the mountain seems to be floating in the clouds. The mountains seem to be connected by huge suspension bridges, and He Feiyu can vaguely see the dilapidated but shocking suspension bridges standing here.

The tombs on the hill were arranged in a very neat manner, and each grave was filled with all kinds of weapons, not only the graves, but also the roads on the hill were stacked or armed. It seems that this world is called the Burial Sword Field, which is quite in line with its name.

He Feiyu stepped over the huge stone monument, walked towards the mountain, and picked up a sword on the ground, this sword was covered with rust, and some exquisite carved patterns could be seen on the sword body and hilt. However, with a little force, the sword shattered into iron filings. He threw it away, picked up another handful, and then observed several handfuls in a row. It was found that the situation was similar, and such weapons could no longer be used in battle.

He Feiyu looked at the weapons all over the mountain, and the picture of various creatures fighting with these weapons came to his mind. The scene made him lose his mind for a while. He looked at the rusty weapon in his hand, even if you were beautiful before, what if you could withstand time, can you resist the cycle of fate, or will you return to dust. Buried here, slowly decaying.

He Feiyu felt a little emotion in his heart, no longer observing those rotten weapons, but walked to a tomb, he found that there was no writing on the tombstone at all, and it was like this when he walked through several graves in a row. Perhaps the people who buried them didn't know what they were called, so they had to erect these wordless monuments. In fact, how can history not be like this? Driven by the flow of anonymous people, how many names can we remember in the long river of history? He Feiyu looked at the wordless monuments, and they could more or less be regarded as having a home.

But what about himself? Where is his own destination? He was an ordinary person, and he should have spent his life like this, but fate made him come to this world inexplicably. Did he really want to die in a foreign land? He Feiyu never thought that dying in his homeland was also a blessing of happiness.

These thoughts annoyed him, and the hand on the tombstone couldn't help but clench, perhaps it was too old, and the tombstone actually cracked like a spider's web, and in a short time it shattered into a pile of rubble.

He Feiyu withdrew his hand in embarrassment, with some apologies on his face. At this moment, suddenly there was a gust of wind! He Feiyu's heart suddenly cold, an extremely dangerous signal spread all over his body, and his body instinctively rushed forward, in the past few months, he spent every moment in crisis, which made his nerves extremely sensitive, and it was precisely because of this that He Feiyu narrowly avoided this fatal move.

He threw himself to the ground, then rolled to the left, dodging several broken swords and quickly scrambled to his feet. Pull back your right hand and pull out the broken sword. Look at what attacked you.

"Huh, what is this?" He Feiyu's pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't help but clench the giant sword in his hand, standing in front of him was actually a huge humanoid puppet, about the same height as the two of himself, wearing armor, probably a long time ago, the armor was already in tatters, and through the armor, you could see that the gears inside were clattering. At this time, its wooden eyes were looking at He Feiyu vacantly, it was holding a giant sword that did not match the one in its hand, and the sword body was already in tatters. However, judging from the strong wind just now, even if it is a broken sword, it may be a deadly weapon in the hands of this puppet.

The puppet carried the giant sword, clicked over, and swung another sword without the slightest hesitation, although the puppet was not very fast, but the giant sword was too big, so that He Feiyu had no place to dodge. As soon as the sword was broken, He Feiyu blocked it head-on.

With a loud bang, He Feiyu was shocked back more than a dozen steps before he stabilized his body, so heavy in strength, although there was not the slightest energy fluctuation on the sword, but this strength alone also made his blood churn for a while, and his hands were numb. If you come a few more times, it's a hassle.

He carefully stepped back, keeping his distance from the golem, but did not run away. In this inexplicable place, the ghost knows what else there is, if you are surrounded by such a group of puppets, then you have to get a bento. And although this puppet is heavy, it is not very fast, as long as you are careful, it is not impossible to win it.

He Feiyu thought in his heart while checking the terrain around him. The puppet was not idle, he came over with a click, and suddenly it was a sword, he had already prepared, flashed to the side, dodged the sword, and then rushed forward, and slashed at the puppet.

When there was a bang, it didn't feel like cutting into it as expected, but it was like splitting on a golden stone, and the whole arm was numb for a while.

He Feiyu immediately fell into a vertical shape and landed not far from the puppet, and looked at the cracked tiger's mouth in his hand, it was so hard! He never expected that this puppet would look so tattered, and it would still be so hard. He looked at the puppet cautiously, and suddenly his eyes lit up, maybe that would do.

The puppet was still like that, he walked over with a click, and then it was a slash, there were no extra tricks at all, and He Feiyu didn't change his moves, when he landed not far from the puppet, his eyes looked at the joints connected to the puppet's head and body, and there was a trace of excitement in his eyes.

Although his arm was still numb, he didn't care at all, and sure enough, although the puppet was unusually hard, the joints were relatively fragile. Although the split just now didn't cut off its head, it also made it have a little more crack in its joint. If so......

Without waiting for the puppet to come over, he rushed over, dodged the puppet's greatsword, and slashed at the same place again. After a dozen swords, he finally cut off the puppet's head with one sword. When the puppet lost its head, it spread out on the ground like a puppet with a broken string.

Whew, He Feiyu exhaled cautiously and looked at the fallen puppet. His face was full of vigilance, and the devil knew if it would get up. After a while, he was sure that the puppet was dead, and he let out a long sigh of relief. The battle just now seemed easy, but the danger was only known to him, as long as he was a little careless, he was hit by the giant sword, and it was normal for him to break a bone. And now he felt like his hands were filled with lead, he couldn't lift them, and he was very sore. The joint was weaker, but it was also very hard. Every time he struck out, his hands were almost unconscious, and if it weren't for his mental toughness, he would not forgive. It's almost impossible to kill the puppet.

He Feiyu found a relatively hidden place and sat down, mobilizing the energy in his body to recover his hands, he had never encountered such a battle. Time passed by minute by second, and when he finally opened his eyes, he found that his whole body seemed to have more power than before, which made him happy. Could it be that the battle can invisibly train people's **? Since he claimed to have practiced reincarnation of life and death, his ** has always lacked a grade, every time he fights, he always feels a little jerky, what happened this time, made him feel ecstatic in his heart, it seems that this kind of battle has to be experienced a few more times.

He Feiyu calmed his breath slightly, and walked towards the place just now, he knew that the puppet was able to act because there was an energy hub in his body. And this part is generally the magic core! He thought about the battle just now, the strength of the puppet is undoubtedly not low, presumably the quality of the energy hub must be not low, thinking of this, his heart is full of expectations. You must know that the magic core can increase a person's strength to a certain extent, and what he lacks now is this strength, and this magic core will play an extremely important role in alchemy or refining weapons in the future, how can he not look forward to it?

He Feiyu carefully dismantled the puppet, and his eyes couldn't help but light up, this crystal clear magic core was lying on the puppet's chest, and its quality should be no less than the third level. He couldn't help but smile, pry the demon core out, and put it into the tillary.

He Feiyu looked at the undulating graves, and felt a sigh of emotion in his heart, but more of an expectation. In this world, if you can fight like you did just now, your strength will definitely improve greatly, and it seems that you will have to stay here for a while. At this time, he was not in a hurry to find the entrance, but was looking forward to the appearance of such a puppet.

The sky was still so white, but He Feiyu seemed to have some direction in his heart, looked at the puppet on the ground, and then looked at the huge sword on the ground, this creature is called a sword puppet.