Jin Ziming continued:

"When I leave the black prison, if there is no accident, I will come to say hello to you, otherwise I may leave directly, please forgive me!"

"It's okay."

"Shall I leave you some top-grade spirit stones and elixirs? This will help you protect yourself from the cold. ”

"I appreciate your kindness.

But you can't pass in, and the window prohibits physical delivery. ”

"Alas, well, my name is Jin Ziming, may I ask what is your name?"

"My name is Qin Haiyue, my brother's name is Qin Haixun, and he is also a disciple of the Imperial Sword Hall."

"I remember, senior, take care!"

"You are also precious."

The old man said solemnly, his eyes lit up with hope, and the desire to live.

After Jin Ziming said goodbye, he covered his body with a bright cyan aura and walked quickly towards the top of the mountain.

After walking through the last stone chamber, we will continue to walk more than 200 zhang to reach the top of the mountain.

The black qi is getting stronger and stronger, and he can only compete if he continues to increase the output of spiritual energy.

There is a circular platform at the top of the mountain, and two sword cultivators are sitting cross-legged, their swords lying flat on their laps, and they are exercising with their eyes closed.

Jin Ziming was afraid of being exposed, so he didn't dare to use his aura to resist anymore.

He had to deal with it in the way of sword cultivation, but he didn't have sword intent, and if he used sword intent, he would be exposed immediately.

He remembered that he had learned a "Wind Chasing Sword Technique" in the Lingyun School, and for this reason, he also went to the Tianxia Club to buy a "red silk" soft sword.

With a thought, he summoned the red silk.

With his comprehension of the power of the wind and the mysteries, it was extremely easy to perform this sword technique.

Jin Ziming casually swung a move "Shadow", prompting the sword intent of the wind, and began to fight against the black qi.

The two people on the ground focused on cultivation and did not pay attention to the people who passed by.

The cliff in front of it is towering, and there is a huge crack at the bottom, about two feet high, which can accommodate six people at the same time.

Thick black yin qi overflowed from the entrance of the cave, was guided by the formation, and after passing through the circular platform, it flowed into the mountain path and the mountain, and only a small amount drifted outside the peak.

The "Shadow's" sword aura and sword intent gradually exhausted, and he had to make another move.

At the entrance of the cave shrouded in black mist, three shelves were placed, on which more than forty long swords rested, and they were being sharpened here.

He walked into the cave and saw a sword cultivator sitting with his back against the cave wall, and the other party looked up and ignored it.

Jin Ziming looked around, except for the billowing black gas, there was no creature everywhere.

He pushed his sword qi and sword intent to the extreme, but he still felt quite struggling.

He understood that with his own swordsmanship level, he would definitely not be able to enter the depths of the cave, and he could only change his moves.

Jin Ziming decided to refine his body with cold qi, he did not summon the Xuan Demon, but directly ran the third layer of the "Troll Forging Technique".

To be on the safe side, he first used his sword moves to resist forty percent of the black qi, and the remaining sixty percent was handed over to the body.

With the blessing of the exercises, the power of the physical body spontaneously built an invisible barrier and pushed out some invading black qi.

For the part that enters the body, the "Troll Forging Technique" will stimulate the relevant parts to vibrate at high speed.

Not only does it make it impossible for the black qi to easily combine with flesh and blood, but it also disperses it and then discharges it.

Jin Ziming suddenly felt the pressure decrease, so he raised his feet and walked towards the hole.

On the stone walls along the way, Jianyun Peak is embedded with night pearls, and the light is quite soft.

The road spiraled and slowly descended, and it seemed that the source of the black qi was in the depths of the mountain.

After walking more than a mile, he met three sword cultivators one after another.

Further forward, it was difficult to move forward, and Jin Ziming couldn't bear it.

He changed to run the fourth layer of the "Troll Body Forging Technique", and the strength of his physical body increased greatly.

The body is relaxed and you can move on.

The cold air is getting thicker and thicker, and its color is almost jet black, and its destructive power has increased several times.

Jin Ziming became anxious, except for people, no creatures have been found in the cave so far.

After walking more than ten miles with patience, he was once again close to the limit of his bearing.

Suddenly, his eyes shrank, and he saw an acquaintance, who was none other than the Li Jian of the Imperial Sword Hall.

The old adversary meditated cross-legged, the large sword hovering over his head, while the other five small swords moved slowly in the air.

Jin Ziming's divine sense swept over and found that he had become stronger again, and his cultivation had surpassed himself and reached the Jindan Great Perfection realm.

It seems that the troll's sermon touched him a lot when he cultivated the path of the five elements.

When he doesn't hide it, his whole body is like a sharp sword.

Jin Ziming didn't bother him, and walked past him with difficulty to test his limits.

But as soon as he took a few steps, he heard Li Jian ask:

"Which sect is Senior Brother a disciple? The flesh is very strong. ”

Jin Ziming turned his head to look at him and said coldly:

"Crazy Sword Hall."

"No wonder it's so face-to-face, there are more than three miles ahead, which is the extreme position that Jian Yunfeng is open to disciples.

Senior brother came here, and he was still at ease, which is really admirable. ”

"I mainly rely on my physical body to resist, and my junior brother uses the sword qi and sword intent in my body to resist, that is really not simple."

"The monk is more comprehensive ability, and the physical body is also strong, so the senior brother does not need to be too modest."

Jin Ziming really couldn't walk, so he simply said:

"I'm meditating here, thinking about how to improve the strength of my physical body so that it won't disturb my junior disciple's cultivation, right?"

"It's okay, senior brother, please take care of yourself."

Jin Ziming sat down against the cave wall, closed his eyes, and began to think.

Unexpectedly, Li Jian actually swept in with his surging divine sense, wanting to enter his body to investigate.

He snorted in feigned displeasure, forcing the divine soul back, and the two of them stopped making a sound, and each cultivated silently.

What to do? Relying on sword qi, sword intent, and the "Troll Body Forging Technique" alone is no longer enough.

The things that saved Guangliang have not yet landed, and they must continue to move forward.

Energize the knife qi? That's absolutely unacceptable, especially if Li Jian is still in the cave, I'm afraid that if there is any abnormality, he will be noticed.

He thought about it for a long time, and suddenly his heart moved, why not use the "Divine Grinding Formation"?

As long as you are careful and use the aura to protect the middle dantian, you can try it.

Jin Ziming inhaled a wisp of black gas with the Jizhong acupoint and sent it to the "Divine Mill".

The grinding disc turned, and after hundreds of rounds of crushing, he checked it.

Immediately, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the output of the formation was actually a gray-black non-toxic aura, as if it came from some kind of mineral.

Could it be that there is such an ore in the mountains of the Black Prison?

The impurities that flow from under the inner grinding disc are an inky black toxin, somewhat viscous, as if some kind of microorganism that is invisible to the naked eye has been crushed.

Jin Ziming thought about it, could it be integrated into the Qiuyuan Knife to enhance the power of the "Poisonous Dragon Saliva" move in the "Dragon Knife Technique"?

He then guessed that in the depths of the cave, there was a kind of spirit stone mine, and the number of them was so large that the spiritual energy could spontaneously overflow.

This kind of spiritual ore is either naturally cold poisonous, or it is accompanied by cold poison next to it, such as other ores that can volatilize poisonous gases.

He forced the gray-black aura out of his chest, and found that the black aura around him immediately floated over and merged with it.

Jin Ziming filled his body with bright cyan aura, leaving only a funnel-shaped vacuum on his chest.

The large mouth covers many acupuncture points on the chest, from which the black qi is inhaled, and the small mouth is aimed at the entrance of the grinding plate.

The "Divine Grinding Formation" was running, and after more than half an hour, the pressure on Jin Ziming's body gradually lightened.

He slowly stood up and used the "Mystery of the Wind" to promote the sword qi and sword intent of the red silk to the extreme, in order to resist the black qi as much as possible.

And the rest is inhaled by the funnel and handed over to the "divine mill" for purification, and he exerts force under his feet and begins to move forward "with difficulty".

When he was about to disappear from Li Jian's sight, he finally heard the other party's surprised "huh".

With the help of the grinding plate, Jin Ziming was like a divine help, in order not to be noticed, he pretended to be unbearable and staggered.

I almost "fell" a few times, and had to stop and rest for a long time before I got back on the road.

After stumbling forward two and a half miles like this, he saw a young sword cultivator again.

This person is a Yuanying Great Perfection cultivator, and he has no sword around him, but the sword qi and sword intent all over his body are incomparably sharp.

He was very efficient at running the exercises, and every once in a while, he would inhale a large amount of black qi.

The top of his head was especially exaggerated, and a small black cloud had formed, looking like that, he was going to sharpen the sword pill in his brain.

He is like a huge bellows, intermittently inhaling large strands of yin qi, and when he really can't bear it, he "spit out" some of it from his body.

Jian Xiu's expression was solemn, and he could see that this was his limit.

Seeing Jin Ziming coming "shaky", he slowly passed by him.

This person also said "Huh" in surprise, a young Yuan Infant who has never seen it before, can actually carry it here, and can continue to move forward?

Jin Ziming was full of thoughts, all of which were Guangliang's lifesavers, and he ignored him, just walking deeper into the depths.

After traveling for most of the mile, we finally reached the end of the cave, where there was a spherical stone chamber with a high top.

There was a small hole three feet square in front of it, from which thick black gas spilled out.

There is a stone tablet erected next to it, which reads: "Test the disciples, stop here." ”

The thick black yin qi tumbled, and because it didn't have time to overflow, it formed a thick cloud layer on the top of the cave.

Jin Ziming anxiously searched every inch of land, but was disappointed to find that there were still no living creatures.

Could it be that Aoba Dao Chang guessed wrong, Guangliang can only stop at the Jindan Great Perfection forever?

Thinking of this, my heart is full of unwillingness and resentment.

He forced himself to calm down and double-checked again to make sure there was no negligence.

Jin Ziming sat down cross-legged, thinking about how to deal with it, and went home? He couldn't accept the result.

Venture into that small hole where the disciple stopped, and after entering, if the inner diameter becomes very small, what then?

Floating in a small space with gravel can solve this problem.

But if the True Monarch guarding the Black Prison intermittently scans this forbidden place and disappears from the area where cultivation is allowed, will he find out?

Jin Ziming suddenly realized that he could stay here to practice and let Lao Hei go down.

The black dragon hid in the gravel, diluting the black qi with his perverted body and the vast small space behind him, and he would definitely be safe and sound.

He hurriedly contacted Lao Hei and said what he thought.

Lao Hei knew that he was in a heavy mood because his good brother was seriously injured, and he was very knowledgeable.

In the face of possible dangers, there were no complaints and complaints, and they accepted it in one go.

Jin Ziming was very happy and immediately praised him for his righteousness.