"There it is!"

Qian Weixing felt the light cluster in his hand, his expression was shocked, and he turned around and flew towards the east. If it weren't for the induction of the light cluster, I'm afraid Qian Yanxing would have to continue flying in the wrong direction.

"Senior brother, things are a little strange, how can Shen Cong disappear and appear like this, I'm afraid there will be a trap!"

In the jungle, a group of people stood in mid-air, and one of them spoke.

"Kill him, I'm enough. Even if something happens, isn't there still you? For the sake of all things, I let you junior disciples come with me, otherwise why do this!" The sun shone brightly, revealing the figure of one of them, Xiao Huangyue.

"Master, let me wait, don't be careless!" the man insisted.

"I understand, if there is any problem, you can just set up the formation. Xiao Huangyue was slightly dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything, feeling Shen Cong's position, he flew out first, and the others followed behind.

Inside the cave.

The Dark Sword Spirit rotated slightly in mid-air, this was a second-order Sword Spirit. What is the second-order sword, to put it more simply, is the king's sword. Only an eighth-order king can have it, this is exclusive to an eighth-order powerhouse, among seventh-order cultivators who can condense such an artistic conception, there are very few in the whole world, and the dark sword spirit is probably even more unique.

Shen Cong looked at the sword as if he were looking at a magnificent work of art. And the Dark Blade is indeed a work of art, no matter from any angle, the Night Blade has a fascinating appearance. This is unique to the power of darkness, the charm makes people fall, the Fountain of Dark Life is the best among them, almost nothing in the world can escape its assimilation.

Fingers moved forward, and the sword trembled slightly, turning into a streamer of light from Shen Cong's forehead. Shen Cong closed his eyes and realized the subtlety of the second-order sword spirit. The king's sword spirit condensed, and Shen Cong's consciousness had reached the level of an eighth-order king, at least in terms of the sword path.

Countless spiritual lights flashed through Shen Cong's mind, and with a move from Shen Cong's right hand, a blade composed entirely of rocks appeared in Shen Cong's hand.

"Whew!"

The sword move unfolded, and Shen Cong started to take care of himself in the cave. Without using the slightest True Yuan, even the strength of his physique was suppressed to the lowest by Shen Cong, and he only used the basic strength of an adult. The knife walked with him, obviously not using any power, but the aura of heaven and earth around him began to fluctuate.

This fluctuation was still very small at the beginning, but the more it went, the more the movement of the aura fluctuations of heaven and earth became larger and larger, and even the aura began to flow directly with Shen Cong.

This is the unique result of a simple sword move that coincides with a little Tao between heaven and earth. At first, Shen Cong's eyes were still open, but in the end, he even closed his eyes. The movements became more and more casual, and Shen Cong probably didn't even know what kind of moves he was using at the moment.

But that's it, in this completely unaware and completely casual state, the surrounding heaven and earth aura became more and more turbulent. This kind of turmoil spread from a few meters around Shen Cong's body to the entire cave, and this was not over, and in the end, it lasted directly within a radius of 100 meters, and the aura of heaven and earth was constantly trembling with the frequency of Shen Cong's martial movements.

With such a turmoil in the aura of heaven and earth, I am afraid that anyone who has cultivated to reach the fifth order of opening the vein can do it. It can be said that it is not worth mentioning, but if it is known that Shen Cong did not use the true yuan, but a simple martial arts move, and has such a posture, I am afraid that many people will be shocked to drop their jaws, and even some people who have no inheritance will not understand what the situation is.

Enlightenment!

And what is realized is not an ordinary way, but a way that belongs to oneself. And Shen from this moment of martial arts, gradually began to have a unique style and momentum, a little bit of black light condensed on the stone knife, this black light seems not to belong to this world, a little illusory, and there is no slightest power, but as time passes, this black light has gradually poured into the entire stone knife.

"Whew!"

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment, maybe it was a lifetime, as Shen Cong swung out with a knife, a burst of roar sounded in the air, and the entire ground was an extra crack of unknown depth. And with the crack, the black light on the stone knife in Shen Cong's hand also disappeared.

Shen Cong slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were a little tired, but more of them were excited, and he was excited to comprehend the excitement of the new move. Shen Cong looked at the cracks on the ground, he didn't use any True Yuan True Force, he had such a power when he slashed out, Shen Cong himself was a little surprised, naturally, more than happy.

"Intermediate mystery, I didn't expect that the one who was at the forefront was the knife technique that I don't use much now!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Shen Cong's mouth, because of the thunder sword spirit at the beginning, and because of the continuous enhancement of his physique, Shen Cong has always supplemented it with knife skills, and will not use it as the main attack. But now, with the condensation of the king's sword spirit and the creation of the intermediate arcane sword technique, the power of the sword technique suddenly overrode all of Shen Cong's attack methods.

The so-called unpredictable world, I'm afraid it is said that this is the situation, and I have no intention of inserting willows into the shade.

"From now on, I'll call you a secret slash!"

Shen Cong muttered softly, because of the king's sword spirit, Shen Cong broke through a certain limitation, allowing the power of the Dark Luo Slash to reach the level of the intermediate mystery seventy, far exceeding the level that the ordinary seventh order can comprehend. Of course, this kind of general only refers to the ordinary seventh order, and those geniuses naturally have their own mysteries in them.

But seventy percent of the intermediate-level mysteries can be regarded as the top handful. What's more, the start-up Dark Luo Slash, Shen Cong has not yet tapped the last potential of this move, and as time goes by, it is not difficult for the Dark Luo Slash to reach the consummation of the intermediate mystery, and then the power of the sword method is really powerful.

Shen Cong only needs to follow the established train of thought now, and he can continue this road. Shen Cong glanced at the stone knife in his hand, and he didn't know if it was because of the enlightenment just now, the stone knife that should have been extremely ordinary was actually flickering with a slight light at this moment, and in terms of hardness, it was no less than an ordinary treasure weapon at all.

Smiling slightly, Shen Cong put it aside casually and took out the Seven Smoke Array from the Qiankun bag.

"Old man, how much rest do you need?"

Shen Cong turned on the dial and asked directly. At the beginning, I had promised the old man that if I got the rest, I would give some. Although the land is precious, there is no reason to regret what he promised, not to mention that the recovery of the Seven Smoke Array is more beneficial to Shen Cong.

"One percent for the old man is enough!" In the Seven Smoke Array, the old man smiled, and suddenly the old man's brows moved, and he carefully looked at the phantom shadow that Shen Cong had conjured up in the space, and there were more and more strange colors in his eyes.

"You have condensed the king's sword spirit?" the old man finally couldn't help but ask.

"Old man, your eyes are still so vicious!" Shen Cong couldn't help but laugh and told what had just happened. For the old man, Shen Cong didn't intend to hide anything, the old man had some guesses about Shen Cong's identity as a monster, and it didn't matter if anything else, anyway, it was just a machine spirit, and it was impossible to report to anyone.

"Tsk, the old man looks down on you, but he has such a big determination!"

The old man rarely praised Shen Cong, he can break his artistic conception by himself, how can ordinary cultivators dare to do this, if he is not careful, his future will be ruined, he must have great wisdom and perseverance. Although Shen Cong's performance was good on weekdays, the old man never expected Shen Cong to be able to do this.

Shen Cong smiled, but didn't say anything more. Exiting the Seven Smoke Array, Shen Cong picked up the rest of the soil, divided one percent and put it directly on the Seven Smoke Array. A ray of light shone out from the Seven Smoke Array, and the rest of the earth gradually disappeared.

"Boy, I'm afraid it will take a while to digest this breath, during this time, you should pay attention to yourself, don't die in the end!" the old man commanded, and the aura of the entire Seven Smoke Array converged. When Shen Cong shouted again, there was no response.

Shen Cong shook his head helplessly, glanced at the soil in his hand, and the next thing was to absorb the soil. However, the energy of the earth is too huge, and Shen Cong may not be able to succeed, and I am afraid that he will have to think of other ways at that time. However, these are all afterthoughts, and we must let our spirits recover before we can think about other things.

Thinking of this, a black light came out of Shen Cong's eyes, shining on the soil, and the soil disappeared in his hand. When the sword spirit reached the second order, it already formed its own space inside. However, this kind of space is not large, probably only slightly larger than an adult fist, so it can be said that it is very small, and it can only store a little something.

This is what Shen has known from the past, those eighth-order powerhouses usually put the most precious things in their own realm, such as sword spirits, sword spirits, etc., or martial souls. Once the practitioner dies, the items within the artistic conception will also disappear, and it is rumored that they are in the void. Therefore, if you have the ability to cross the void, you may be able to find many treasures of the former eighth-order powerhouses inside.

Putting away the most important things, Shen Cong's face breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting cross-legged, the demonic qi around him gradually dispersed, and the aura of heaven and earth poured in, and Shen Cong fell into cultivation.

I don't know how long it took, Shen Cong suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword spirit in the soul sea was constantly trembling. On a whim, this is the sword spirit to alert Shen Cong. All martial artists are likely to have a whim, and the higher the cultivation, the greater the likelihood of this.

Shen stood up from the moment, the scope of his whim was very narrow, and he would not indicate what kind of thing it was. But now I am afraid that the only people who can make Shen Cong feel dangerous are those people. Thinking of this, Shen never couldn't help but laugh softly. The figure flickered, and Shen Cong appeared outside the cave.

Since the trouble comes, then the trouble will be solved directly.

It was just a cup of tea, and a streamer shot out from afar, and the scorching breath came to the face. The streamer dissipated, revealing the figure in it, and Qian sarcastically walked.

"Looks like you knew I was coming!"

Qian Yanxing looked at Shen Cong's posture and said with a slight expression.

"What should come will come eventually!" Shen Cong chuckled softly.

"Then you should also be ready to die!" Qian Xianxing stared at Shen Cong, and the killing intent in his eyes was not concealed in the slightest.

"You hate me so much?" Shen Cong said strangely.

"Hate or not, it has nothing to do with whether you deserve to die or not!"

"Zheng!"

The twin swords roared lightly, and Qian Shixing pointed at Shen Cong with the tip of the sword, "There are enough words, you can go on the road with peace of mind!"

Shen Cong quietly took a step back, and a sword qi appeared silently at Shen Cong's feet, a hole that did not know the depth appeared there, and countless small sword qi spurted out from the inside, and even cut towards Shen Cong, which was extremely psychic.

"Whew!"

Only then did the whistling sound of the previous attack sound in the air.

PS: Go to bed late and wake up early, it will last for two days, and I can't stand it.