Lu Chenxing withdrew the long knife, his little face was already calm, and the look in his eyes was only firm, and there was no longer any confusion. He picked up the big knife and walked towards the central sacred mountain step by step, his figure was still young, but his steps were already firm and abnormal. After walking for a while, the wounds on his body have completely healed, and his physical strength and star power have also recovered to their peak. So he jumped up three meters high again, held the big knife tightly with both hands and asked, lifted it above his head, and slashed downward, the knife light was like a blood-colored lightning that cut through the space, after the electric light, Lu Chenxing fell to the ground, put the Daodao big knife on the left side of his body, stepped on the lunge, waved his hands, and asked the big knife to slash out, bringing a gust of knife wind, and then jumped up and slashed. Lu Chenxing practiced the simplest knife style with one chop at a time, without any bells and whistles, but it was the characteristic of the secret knife path opening and closing. At the same time, while practicing the sword, he was running the qi training method in the "Natural Dao Sutra", so that his physical strength was always at the peak and his cultivation increased.

The boy and the knife once again merge in this vast secret realm and continue their journey.

What puzzled Lu Chenxing was that since he slashed out that belief, in the past day, he had never encountered a single demon beast again, and the never-ending beast roar had stopped. It was as if there was a magical power separating him from the demon beasts of the secret realm. Lu Chenxing had all kinds of thoughts flashing in his heart, and he made many guesses, but he denied them one by one. This made him more vigilant than encountering spirit beasts. The unknown is the most terrifying, and as time passes, Lu Chenxing's heart becomes more and more vigilant. He didn't know if there was some kind of unknown, terrifying danger hidden behind this eerie calm. He tried to figure it out, but in despair he found that he had no way to verify it, no way to test it, and even no way to prove that this peace really existed.

However, to Lu Chenxing's surprise, the danger did not come. On the contrary, Lu Chenxing's journey was smooth sailing, and the biggest danger he encountered was only being hit in the arm by a branch. However, such calm did not make Lu Chenxing feel at ease. On the contrary, Lu Chenxing's nerves became more and more tense with the passage of time. Because since these days, Lu Chenxing still hasn't encountered a single demon beast, and what's even more terrifying is that apart from trees and flowers, he has never encountered any other life. He hadn't seen a single bird, he hadn't seen a single beast, and even he had deliberately picked up the grass and dug three feet into the ground to find a bug, but he was still disappointed.

The entire secret realm seemed to be dead, there was no roar of beasts, no insects, no sound of life. In this jungle, which was supposed to be the cradle of life, the only sound that echoed was the sound of the wind blowing the trees, the sound of Lu Chenxing's feet stepping on the leaves. But these are even more prominent in the dead silence of the secret realm.

Lu Chenxing slowly walked in this dead secret realm, the big knife in his hand had already stopped waving, he didn't know how far he had gone, and he had forgotten how much time had passed. Loneliness, emptiness, and fear are slowly eating away at the teenager. He had soared into the sky to see life active in the distance, and he had dug three feet into the ground to find the creatures that were hidden deep underground. He even deliberately took out fragrant food and left it on the ground for several hours, eager to attract gluttonous elves. However, with each attempt came a deeper fear and despair.

Gradually, Lu Chenxing no longer made any attempts, and there was only one hope in his heart: "The Central Sacred Mountain still exists between this heaven and earth, as long as I keep moving towards it, I can always go to it and always get rid of this dead world." Guarding the hope in his heart, Lu Chenxing walked alone in the dead forest, loneliness had occupied his heart, emptiness had become his belongings, and the only thing that supported this body was the hope of the other side.

The world is cruel, and after giving you a glimmer of hope, it will always mercilessly snuff it out. A month after Lu Chenxing walked forward, he saw the king-level demon beast that he had killed again.

Reunions are always joyful, and some reunions can make people desperate, crazy, and hysterical. Just like Lu Chenxing at this moment, he stood quietly in front of the corpse of the demon beast, the expression on his face was sometimes abrupt, sometimes angry, sometimes desperate, and finally turned into a shocking roar. He danced wildly, and his domineering sword aura overflowed, cutting off the surrounding trees.

Gradually, the speed of Lu Chenxing's sword dance slowed down, and his heart lake slowly returned to calm, he put away the knife, jumped to the top of the tree, went to the highest point of the forest, selected the direction where the central sacred mountain was located, and leaped forward on the top of the tree.

One day, two days, five days, ten days, a month.

Lu Chenxing continued to move towards the central sacred mountain, but the huge sacred mountain seemed to be the bright moon on the horizon, out of reach, and like a naughty child, chasing and playing with Lu Chenxing, never falling half a distance.

Lu Chenxing let out a shocking roar, pulled out the Dao Dao Broadsword, jumped down the treetops, fell to the ground, brandished the Dao Dao Broadsword, cut off everything in front of him that blocked him, and went straight towards the Central Divine Mountain, he wanted to use the knife to open a way to the other side.

One day, two days, five days, ten days, a month.

Lu Chenxing frantically danced the Dao Dao Broadsword, smashing everything that stood in his way, the road to the other side had been opened behind him, and in front of him was the endless forest, waiting for him to conquer. His victory seemed to be within reach.

However, Lu Chenxing suddenly stopped, and there was a king-level demon beast's corpse lying in front of him, lying motionless, as if he had been waiting for Lu Chenxing to return. It was like a silent mockery of him.

Lu Chenxing looked back at the path he had carved out, then looked back at the endless forest and the cold corpse in front of him, stuck the big knife on the ground, lay on his back on the ground, looked at the sky, and tried not to let the tears flow.

The strong heart that lived in a small body was shattered at this moment. When the tears were dry, Lu Chenxing wiped away the tears, picked up his big knife, and walked towards the road behind him.

For the first time, the boy in the Taoist temple admitted his defeat.

However, Lu Chenxing is still too young. After he turned back and walked for more than a month, the demon beast corpse happily greeted Lu Chenxing again. The eight-year-old boy looked at the corpse quietly, his little face no longer had any panic, he slowly raised the Daodao broadsword, lifted it above his head, and slashed downward, the knife light was like a blood-colored lightning piercing the space, after the electric light, Lu Chenxing fell to the ground, put the Daodao broadsword on the left side of his body, stepped on the lunge, waved his hands, and asked the Dao broadsword to slash out horizontally, bringing a burst of knife wind, and then jumping up and down, Lu Chenxing practiced the simplest knife style one by one, without any bells and whistles, but it was the characteristic of the secret knife path opening and closing。 His knife was so swift, his steps were so steady, and his eyes were only determined.

One day, two days, five days, ten days, one month, half a year, one year.

The nine-year-old boy brandished a big knife and asked, not stopping for a moment, not stopping for a moment, swinging the knife became the only thing in his life at this time. When he is lost in the road, when he loses all support, when his ears are deceiving him, when his eyes are deceiving him, when his body is deceiving him, he believes that his knife will not deceive him, it will guide him forward. He is sincere with the knife, and so is it.

Lu Chenxing jumped high, the big knife in his hand emitted a blood-red light, and the person and the knife were no longer divided into each other at this moment, and they were cut down with one sword.

This knife was a knife in the third realm of Lu Chenxing's entry into the sword heart realm.

This knife was a knife slashed by Lu Chenxing and Dadao Wendao.

This knife is a knife that condenses Lu Chenxing's unyielding will.

A knife fell, the jungle was stained, and a ray of light shone on Lu Chenxing's face.