Due to the long distance, Jiang Ye could only stop and go. It's just that the farther north you go, the more sparsely populated it becomes.

After half a month, we finally arrived at the outside of the country, and as far as the eye could see, it was a bleak and desolate scene.

The leaves of the river gradually deepened, and the black mist slowly emerged. According to the residents of this area, this area is called Black Valley, and it is said that the Black Valley suppresses the evil beast Xuanwu, so many demon beasts come to seek refuge. Over time, it has become the current demonic appearance.

There have also been a lot of demon beasts running out to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, in ancient times, there were immortal sects here to kill the demon beasts, but no one survived, so this place has become a smoke-free place.

Jiang Ye took out the two spirit talismans that Su Rong gave him and held them in his hands: one imperial talisman and one escape talisman.

As long as he is not a monk of the Four Realms or has a magic weapon above the Tai Void, he will most likely be able to escape.

There were only four kinds of magic weapon realms that he had learned: Jade Void, Chong Void, Clear Void, and Tai Void, and the descriptions of higher-grade magic weapons were not found in the Library Pavilion, perhaps in a confidential place.

However, the cultivation world is very vague about the conclusion of the magic weapon, if the master's life deeds are more famous, the magic weapon of pure void can be praised as too void, and vice versa.

Therefore, Su Rong warned him not to judge a person's strength by realm and magic weapons, but to judge after fighting him. Throughout the ages, there have been countless people who can fight back against the huge difference in realm.

Approaching the valley, under your feet is a swamp mixed with the bones of many wild beasts, spitting bubbles hotly and making a "grunting" sound.

Jiang Ye carefully picked up the peony and flew towards the valley.

At this time, a three-headed bird rushed out, the wings on its body were like golden knives, Jiang Ye pulled out the chasing lightning and slashed head-on, and the bird twisted its head and waved its wings at him.

In an instant, it was as if gold and stone collided, and Jiang Ye's body was instantly unstable and he fell down.

When he fell rapidly, he hurriedly recalled Peony, held the hilt of his sword, and hung it in the air.

Jiang Ye looked at the bird, its shape was like a luan, three heads with three wings and six legs, the feathers were extremely long, and there were snake-like scales from the face to the abdomen, and the three postures were different.

In an instant, it adjusted its posture and swooped towards Jiang Ye again, Jiang Ye flickered and moved against the peony, but the third wing on its wing suddenly popped out, as if it was a shark fin.

The wings were like a sharp dagger, slashing across Jiang Ye's chest.

Jiang Ye Yuzhu Peony suddenly stuck towards the cliff wall on the edge of the swamp, the peony was stuck in the rock, and Jiang Ye lay on the cliff and gasped slightly.

This bird's name is Shang Fu, aggressive by nature, strange and extremely strong, with a lifespan of about three hundred years old, and the adult Shang Fu is probably cultivated in the four realms, and this one is not mature, and the strength is about two realms and three times.

Jiang Ye covered his chest that had been scratched, took out the healing pill and took it all.

Now he didn't know how long he could last, and which blow he had just paid had damaged his internal organs and was dying.

He pinched the escape talisman and prepared to flee, thinking about it: I finally came here, wouldn't it be too much a pity to retreat without experiencing anything, the blow just now has hurt my lungs, it is better to take advantage of this fight, but now the only thing that can save me is probably purple liquid and crimson blood.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came to this valley, he was faced with a life-and-death choice and had to practice magic skills, Jiang Ye was a little emotional. But in order to survive, he can only do this.

Shang Fu let out a piercing roar and suddenly swept towards him, and the figure was as vigorous as a dragon.

Jiang Ye pulled out the peony, jumped down the cliff, recoiled with his true qi, and then inserted the peony back into the rock as a landing point.

Shangfu's dive was like a boulder falling, smashing a hole in the rock. Seeing that Jiang Ye was not injured, it shook the stones on its wings down. Then he flapped his wings and grabbed Jiang Ye with those pairs of sharp claws.

Jiang Ye used the chasing electricity to chop, but the claws were like intertwined ancient trees, and Jiang Ye couldn't hurt the flesh and skin.

Seeing that he was in decline, Jiang Ye knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely die. The blood flowing from his chest fell on the swamp with a sizzling sound.

He quickly pulled out the peony, urging the chasing lightning to fly towards the top of the cliff like a flash of light. The Shang Fu swirled upwards with him, and the six paws grabbed at him together.

Jiang Ye held the peony in his left hand, concentrating on resisting, and the sword was as dense as a drizzle, but it was still caught by its claws, and as soon as it was pulled, the clothes peeled off with the skin and flesh like paper.

After more than a dozen breaths, Jiang Ye reached the top of the cliff, and he hurriedly rolled to it, stood up and confronted it with a chasing lightning.

When Fang fought with its six sharp claws, many cracks had already formed in his peony sword, and he could no longer support it. Now the only way to fight it is to chase the lightning.

Shang Fu flapped his wings, vibrating the air with a heavy sound. At this time, its eyes like pearls in the mire stared at Jiang Ye tightly, as if he was his prey.

Jiang Ye stood tightly, letting the blood in his chest flow like flowing water. He must not fight it anymore, it will only make him physically exhausted, and he can only wait for it to attack him and fight to the death.

Shang Fu hovered in the air for several weeks, and seeing that Jiang Ye still did not fall, he screamed twice a little impatiently, like a piercing child's "wow".

Jiang Ye stumbled a little, and Shang Fu seized the opportunity to swoop down. Jiang Ye held the chasing electric in his left waist, as if he had no power to resist.

As the three bird's heads fell like flowing fire, Jiang Ye and Shang Fu looked at each other.

Suddenly, the sword in his hand moved, and he saw a strange sword mark, as if the wind and snow were backtracking, and the river was flowing backwards.

That move shouldn't have been an ordinary person's swordsmanship, because it made the whole arm twist as if it was dislocated, and the arm curled inward.

Jiang Ye drew an extremely curved line in the air with his extreme technique, and his entire body also flipped over, and then he fell to the ground with the palm of his hand.

One of the heads of Shang Fu was cut off, and blood splattered out like a waterfall, and the other two heads wailed as if they were stimulated to break free on either side.

Jiang Ye saw that Shang Fu's two heads were arguing, and stabbed his sword into its chest, and then stirred inside.

Its rancid blood sprayed all over him, Jiang Ye held back his nausea, controlled the true qi with his left hand to gather the essence, gritted his teeth and said, "Just a little, a little bit is good......"

He forced himself into a trace of essence, which he put into his mouth before he collapsed, and then lost consciousness.

A colorful tiger smelled the blood and rushed over, and when it saw the dead Shang Fu and Jiang Ye, it slowly leaned over to this side.

Just as it was about to feast, a sharp arrow pierced its eyeball.

It bared its teeth and looked around, and not far away stood in a tree with a man in animal skins pointing his bow at it.

It roared and fled like a frightened horse into the woods.

The man's tail was close to his mouth, his bowstring was close to his body, his right ear was listening to the string, and his right finger was loosened, and he shot into the belly of the big worm.

The great insect endured the pain and threw itself into the depths of the jungle.

He shook his head, as if he was dissatisfied with his archery, and when he came down from the tree, he found a man lying on the ground.