Half a month has passed.

Daukan Mountain.

A simple cavern with potholed walls and a ground littered with gravel and dust.

"Whew-"

Su Heng opened his mouth and exhaled a turbid breath.

Open your eyes.

A relieved smile appeared on his face, "It's not easy!" ”

From the heart seal breakthrough to the interior scene, even though Su Heng has already had a fairly strong accumulation. However, there were still some bottlenecks in the process, and it took several days to overcome them and successfully break through to a new field.

Swish!

A gray mist spread outward with Su Heng as the center.

Suddenly there was a wind in the closed room.

Su Heng's body weighed hundreds of tons, and he actually floated slowly in mid-air, his long black hair scattered behind him.

Like the legendary land gods, it looks chic and free.

"This is the Grandmaster's means of controlling qi." Su Heng said to himself: "In the past, I had only seen it in the hands of others, but now I can try it in my own hands. It's a different feeling! ”

He inherited the wings of the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird from Jin Mingxi.

It's inherently fast.

Now, with the assistance of the Imperial Flight, you can move freely in the land of necessity.

The two are stacked on top of each other.

Speed will also become Su Heng's advantage.

In addition to the flight of the imperial air, there is another point that is the interior scene. The inner scene is a unique realm after practicing the Cave Sutra, which is equivalent to opening up a spiritual realm around the body.

If you are killed in the spiritual realm, you will directly enter a state of brain death even if you have no injuries on your body.

Mysterious and mysterious.

When Liu Qingqing taught Su Hengdong Xuanjing.

The whole process was carried out in the interior scene, and at that time, Su Heng's cultivation was still shallow, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the difference between the interior scene and the reality.

Didn't think about it.

In the blink of an eye, Su Heng also stepped into the same realm.

"The expression of the interior scene is not in the destruction of the physical level, but in the action of the spirit."

Su Heng frowned and thought, "It's still not appropriate to learn from Senior Sister Miaochan." It wouldn't be nice if it hurt her, and it wasn't comfortable to get into a fight. It's better to find an opponent from the outside to try, there are too many people with bad intentions in the center of troubled times. ”

Come to think of it.

With a wave of his hand, Su Heng directly ripped open the door of the cave.

With the blood-colored wings stretched out behind him, blocking the sun, Su Heng's figure disappeared into Daokan Mountain in an instant.

——

"Phew!"

Xu Biao opened his mind and held a tiger-headed knife in his arms.

He walked down the road, spat on the ground, and then ran over it twice with his foot.

"This damn place, I can't even see a yellow skin, send our two brothers to patrol here, what oil and water can there be, waste the time of our two brothers in vain!" Xu Biao walked in the barren mountains, on an overgrown path.

On both sides of the mountain road, you can occasionally see some abandoned teahouses, taverns, and so on.

That was in the old days.

Those who are collecting herbs in the mountains when it rains or when there is a flash flood.

Would stop here or grab a bite to eat.

But if there is chaos today, bandits are rampant everywhere, and the people who pick medicine are running to death, and these teahouses are also abandoned. It was covered in dust, and there were two large holes in the walls that were ventilated. The mountain wind blew and whined. It's like a ghost crying wolf, and it's incomparably infiltrating.

"I haven't been to this place for a long time, why do I feel a little weird and cold today."

The other person next to Xu Biao is named Huang Ergou.

He was a burly man, with a narrow, dark red scar on his pockmarked face.

Huang Ergou looked at the surrounding environment suspiciously, then stretched out his hand and tightened the thin clothes on his body, and cursed: "It must have been sucked away by the little lady's skin that came over on the mountain, and when I returned to the mountain after this mission, I had to have good wine and meat to replenish my body." ”

"Remember to call me then."

Xu Biao laughed twice and said disapprovingly.

The two continued forward, taking two steps.

Sudden stop.

Xu Biao seemed to have discovered something, and grabbed Huang Ergou's arm violently. The finger of his other hand was pressed to his lips and he whispered, "Look, what is that!" ”

Huang Ergou held his breath and looked at Xu Biao's fingers.

Walk over the weeds in front of you.

Sure enough.

At the end of the field of vision, near the direction of the cliff, a young man in white who looked like a scholar was standing there.

It seems that in the sad autumn poetry, it may also be simply lost in the mountains to discern the direction.

"We've made a fortune this time!"

Xu Biao couldn't hide his excitement and whispered.

His eyes lit up, and he noticed the bulging bag on the young man's shoulder, and even the edges and corners of the gold and silver protruding outward.

"God forbid!"

Huang Ergou hurriedly said, "This scholar looks like a rich man, so he tied him up first." Then we will extort money from his family, and when the oil and water are drained, we will kill people and eat meat!" ”

As he spoke, Huang Ergou also licked his lips and added in a loud voice: "This little guy has fine skin and tender meat, it must taste good!" ”

In this world, it is not easy to be a mountain bandit.

Those who survive are ruthless.

"Yes, yes, let's do it!" Xu Biao urged, tiptoeing forward.

It was dark at this time.

The last rays of the sun were obscured by the mountains to the west.

The mountain wind blew, and the surrounding grass and trees shook, making a loud noise, blocking the footsteps of Huang Ergou and Xu Biao.

Xu Biao's heart became more and more excited.

It feels like God is trying to help me.

One step, two steps, three steps –

When he was less than five meters away from the young scholar's back, Xu Biao shouted, "Stop!" ”

Then he lunged forward.

Click!

But he had only taken two steps forward when he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The fog-like darkness spread outwards rapidly, and his body was like a worm imprisoned in amber, unable to move no matter how hard he tried.

Click!

The crisp sound of bones that made the scalp tingle come from the body of the scholar in white.

He turned his head slowly.

A miserable white face appeared in front of Xu Biao.

But the body still maintains a posture with its back to him, which looks extremely weird.

Hiss –

The young scholar's blood-colored eyes narrowed into crescents.

Grinned and exhaled a breath of black air.

The flickering light of the fire came from all around, and the darkness around them slowly receded.

Xu Biao felt that he could resume his actions again, but in his panic, he found that the surrounding environment had already changed.

His companion vanished silently.

The barren mountains with lonely scenery don't know where to go, and are replaced by flat and smooth ground.

Xu Biao ran back and forth, running for half an hour, panting, big drops of sweat falling down his cheeks, but the surrounding environment still did not change.

He jerked his head up.

His pupils contracted suddenly, and a chill welled up in his heart.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that he was on a huge plate.

There were many rusty hooks hanging from the sky.

The hooks were strung with bloody thighs, guts, arms, and dead heads.

Not far away was a huge grinding disc, which was pushed by a group of white-skinned ghosts who had stripped off their clothes, and a figure inside was constantly wailing.

The lower half of his body was crushed into viscous blood by the swirling stone mill, and a thick fishy smell filled the air.

Xu Biao fixed his eyes.

Another gasp, half of his body was crushed by the stone mill.

Isn't it Huang Ergou, who was still by his side just now!

Bang!

Fog rolled all around.

A huge, distorted ghost face emerges from it.

The one in the center has six eyes side by side on his face, each with two pupils in parallel.

The figure on the left is red, his beard is open, and he is extremely angry.

The ghost on the right is like steel poured, and the file-white fangs bulge out from the lips, and the cold light flickers.

Swish!

Before Xu Biao could react.

Three large hands fell from the sky and grabbed his arms and thighs.

Sting!

Push a little harder.

Xu Biao's body was divided into seven or eight pieces like a toy, and he should have died directly, but for some reason, he could still preserve his sober consciousness in the severe pain.

He watched as a large mouth full of fangs stretched out in front of him.

Abyssal maws, sticky, brushed saliva.

Rich fishy smell.

Blood-red jaws like walls of steel squeezed his torso, swallowing it, and he fell into a blood-colored lake wrapped in viscous liquid. There were many corpses here that rose and fell, and he couldn't breathe, and struggled violently, only to see his skin and muscles corroded inch by inch, until finally his white bones were exposed.

"Hahaha!"

Xu Biao laughed miserably, and death became a relief for him.

Swish!

The moment he closed his eyes.

The entire interior fades like distorted ink and slowly disappears from mid-air.

The cool mountain breeze blows slowly, and the bright moon shines through the clouds.

It's a pity.

Such a view Xu Biao can no longer see.

His body was intact, and there was not even a single wound on his body.

But all the vitality in his body was completely deprived and devoured, Su Heng stretched out his finger and gently touched the top of Xu Biao's head. In an instant, inch by inch cracks spread across Xu Biao's body. A cold mountain breeze blew, and Xu Biao's body turned into black smoke and disappeared from in front of Su Heng.

Int.

It's not just an illusion.

It acts on the spiritual realm of the warrior, but it can also affect reality.

Xu Biao's spirit died in the interior scene outlined by Su Heng, and his physical body in the real world was also completely destroyed as a result.

And if you can go further in this field.

It is to refine the truth into the virtual.

This is a field that can only be involved by the returning masters, and it is also the pinnacle of today's martial arts.

Airplanes!

A subtle vibration pressed against Su Heng's skin and appeared in his perception.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he pulled out a black token from his close-fitting pocket.

This token is a tool issued by Daokan Mountain, and it is engraved with mysterious blood-red lines, and it is specially responsible for communication. When the stripes are lit, it means that something big has happened in Daokan Mountain, and all the disciples and elders under the sect need to be gathered. Whether you are away from home or in retreat, you need to respond as soon as possible.

The monks in the Immortal Mountain are generally loose and do not have too many rules.

Such tokens.

It was the first time he had used it in Su Heng's memory, and something important must have happened.

"Let's go over and have a look!"

Su Heng didn't dare to slack off.

Scarlet wings spread out behind him.

In the haze of smoke, his burly figure turned into a crimson meteorite. flew up, and disappeared at the end of the sky in the blink of an eye.

——

Daokan Mountain, Yunyin Peak.

Many disciples and elders gathered in the white stone square in front of the Yuqing Palace.

The sky was overcast, the clouds were low, turning into huge whirlpools, the strong winds were howling, and the trees in the surrounding mountains and forests were hanging low and making a sound as vast as the tide of the sea.

Bang!

The purple-red thunder fell from the sky like an inverted giant tree.

There was a burst of sand and rocks on the ground.

Many monks in the square had serious and gloomy faces.

The long hair in the white robe hunted and fluttered in the wind, no matter what, the grandmaster's bearing was still pinched to death by this group of guys.

Accompanied by the blazing white thunder, Su Heng appeared on the top of the mountain with a gust of cloudy winds.

He saw Senior Sister Miaochan in military uniform in the crowd.

Then take a step forward.

Reached out and patted Miaochan's shoulder, startling the latter.

"What's going on now?" Su Heng blinked, and casually pinched a branch blown by the wind in his hand.

"Scared the hell out of me, I thought it was ......"

Miaochan glanced at Su Heng charmingly.

patted the chest that didn't have any arc, and said with some fear.

"I don't know exactly what the situation is, but it's most likely related to the war." Miao Chan whispered, "The last time so many people gathered together in the Immortal Mountain, it was when I was sacrificing to the Immortal Venerable. This time, I'm afraid Shizun is really going down the mountain to fight. ”

"Hey, hey!"

Su Heng laughed twice, and the battle intent rose in his eyes.

He is a belligerent by nature, and the revenge that can be avenged today will never be delayed until the next day.

When I first practiced martial arts, I was cheated by the old monk in the temple and lost all my net worth. Even if he knew that there was a high possibility of a high-ranking person cultivating in the hidden world in that temple, Su Heng was not afraid. Directly taking advantage of the dark night and high wind, a fire completely burned down the temple.

And now, the same is true.

Su Heng's strength has improved again in the past period of time.

He is eager to fight his generals again, and take this opportunity to perfect his martial arts system.

"You~"

Miaochan stroked the long hair next to her ears and shook her head gently.

Su Heng's eyes lit up as if there was a torch burning in his pupils, and his terrifying battle intent was undisguised.

Miao Chan could naturally perceive the inner thoughts of her junior brother. It is difficult for those martial artists who grew up in greenhouses to have such an indestructible belief in martial arts.

Swish!

Du Nuo, dressed in a black dress, slowly walked out of the Yuqing Hall where the statue of the Yuan Shi Tianzun was enshrined.

The vast hall was shrouded in a solid darkness. Through the open door, you can faintly see some huge monster roaring inside.

The dark mist licked Duno's slender snow-white neck and wrapped around her curvaceous ankles.

But she didn't seem to notice.

I just walked forward on my own until I came to the middle of the square.

Inserting the three incense sticks in his hand into the copper furnace in front of him, the white smoke curled, and the howling wind around him could not blow it away.

Wisps of white smoke sank into the lead cloud and reached the sky.

The feeling that there seemed to be some indescribable monster looking down on him appeared in Su Heng's heart again.

And it's clearer and more sensitive than last time.

Shortly after that—

Su Heng put an unlucky thief on a plate, tore it up and ate it.

And now, Su Heng felt that he had been put on the board by an even more terrifying existence.

His muscles tightened, and goosebumps formed on his broad back.

Fortunately, it didn't last long.

As Duno looked up.

The darkness that shrouded the hall and the feeling of being watched were all gone, as if they were nothing more than imaginary illusions.

"All the elders and disciples obey the order!"

Duno looked around, his face full of majesty.

She didn't say anything sensational, she just said loudly: "Go with me!" ”

In a flash.

Streamers tore through the sky and soared into the sky.

Each beam of light represents a powerful Qi Imperial Grandmaster, I don't know what a terrifying demon descended into the world to make such a number of grandmasters dispatch at the same time!

(End of chapter)