Somewhere in the abyss.

"Dark Soul Lotus ......"

Chen Mu took out the intact Dark Soul Lotus, there were a total of seven lotus leaves on it, all of which were deep and dark, and after he looked at it carefully, he suddenly gently tore off a petal and put it in his mouth.

His state of mind has reached the level of asking questions and no return, but the level of state of mind and the strength of the soul are two concepts, and the level of the state of mind only determines the lower limit of the strength of the soul and soul, and there is no conclusion as to where the upper limit is.

At least the current Chen Mu knew very well that the strength of his soul was not as strong as those peerless masters who were the unity of heaven and man.

Those who can enter the realm of blood exchange and step into the third step of the artistic conception, everyone will not be worse than him when it comes to the level of the state of mind, and they have been infiltrated at that level for dozens or hundreds of years, and the strength of the will of the martial arts is unshakable.

Although he has also reached the realm of 'asking questions and no return', and the strength of his heart and soul is comparable to that of any blood-exchange realm, it is very common for him to be inferior to the existence of the unity of heaven and man, and this dark soul lotus can just help him improve a little.

Lotus leaves melt in your mouth.

Immediately, it turned into a wisp of coolness and quietly floated up, pouring into the skull heavenly spirit.

Suddenly, Chen Mu felt that his consciousness seemed to be soaked in a cool pool, with bursts of comfort and pleasure, and his consciousness seemed to gradually become more awake, and his thoughts became clearer.

It didn't take long.

Chen Mu regained his composure.

He sensed his body, but it didn't change much, but his perception seemed to be clearer, which was undoubtedly a reflection of the enhancement of his soul.

The strength of the soul is ethereal, and it is difficult to measure it accurately, but he has a way of judging it.

Swish!

With Chen Mu's thoughts, he unleashed the Qiankun Domain, and in an instant, a radius of dozens of zhang was shrouded in his Qiankun Domain, and the Eight Desolations and Ten Thousand Laws were all under control.

"It's a little bit better, indeed."

Chen Mu sensed the scope of his Qiankun realm, and couldn't help but bow slightly.

In the past, his Qiankun realm covered about thirty-six or seven zhang, but now if he goes all out, he can get close to the range of forty zhang, which is undoubtedly an improvement, even if the improvement may not be very obvious compared to him today, but you must know that it is very difficult for ordinary people to come to his level and want to improve a little more.

Just like Qin Mengjun, after she has completely consolidated her own realm and completely completed the blood exchange, she will almost reach the same level as Yin Heng, and unless she has another epiphany and achieves the third step of artistic conception in the future, it may be difficult to make an inch of progress for decades.

And Chen Mu's current strength is not inferior to Qin Mengjun.

This complete seven-leaf soul lotus, even if the effect is worse the further it goes, after all of it is digested, it can increase the strength of his soul by two or three percent, then the power of heaven and earth that his Qiankun realm can manipulate will also increase by two or three percent.

"Thick and thin."

Chen Mu clenched his fists and muttered to himself in his heart.

The realm of washing the marrow is the end for many people, but for him, it is a realm that pays more attention to the foundation, and he wants to train the Qiankun martial arts body at this level to the limit of the ancients, and then go to the eighth realm of the quenching martial arts.

In this process, whether it is the improvement of the strength of the soul or the slow improvement of the martial body, it is an accumulation for him, and when it comes to the exchange of blood, it will be a butterfly and a dragon leaping into the abyss.

Swish.

Chen Mu continued to walk forward, and soon disappeared in place.

The slight aura he displayed in the Qiankun Realm attracted a lot of attention from the Silent Abyss, but after sensing the sense of oppression, these ill-intentioned gazes quickly receded.

Chen Mu didn't care about the strong and weak aura from all directions, and now he didn't have much interest in hunting the ancient demons or the demon kings, only some rare spiritual objects that existed in the abyss could attract his attention.

……

The fourth layer of the abyss.

Somewhere.

Within a radius of several miles, the earth cracked vertically and horizontally, and waves of blazing qi were revealed from the cracks, and ordinary people would be burned into a charred corpse in an instant, even if they just approached.

In the depths of the chasm, there were visible clumps of flowing lava, bubbling and surging.

In such a harsh environment of heaven and earth, only the existence of a grandmaster who has practiced martial arts can move freely, and the rest of the martial artists, even if they are in the realm of internal organs, cannot withstand the scorching when they come here.

And just in the midst of the surging lava, I saw a figure moving forward, wearing plain clothes, soap towel cloth shoes, stepping on the blazing magma, the rising heat wave set off the corners of the clothes, but strangely unable to burn its clothes.

Even.

The plain cloth shoes that almost stepped on the lava never burned, nor did they change color, as if they were just walking on flat ground.

The figure is Chen Mu.

He walked forward step by step as usual, until he reached the deepest part of the rift, and at a glance he saw the innermost part of the blazing magma, a fiery golden ball of light floating in the air, constantly swallowing the heat wave in the magma.

"Away from the fire?"

Chen Mu's brows moved slightly.

It sounds like a material for refining spiritual weapons, but in fact, it is a martial artist who cultivates the line of fire, and can use it to condense the spiritual treasures of the martial body.

It's just that in comparison, he wants to find the 'Southern Ming Fire' more to refine the Qiankun Spirit Weapon that suits him.

Nearly ten days have passed since he returned to the abyss, and he has been exploring the location recorded on the demon skin map for more than ten days, but as he expected, the abyss has changed too much, and most of the areas recorded on it have changed, and it is very difficult to find the prescription position, so he is also looking for resources while slowly searching.

This is the fourth layer of the abyss.

Ordinary grandmasters basically don't go down to this level anymore.

Those who are willing to come to this layer to explore are either the strongest among the grandmasters like Feng Hongsheng, or the top grandmasters, and the rest of the people are generally unwilling to come to this layer to take risks, after all, the fourth layer can be described as full of crises, and the ancient demons of the eighth order are everywhere, and they are more likely to bump into the heavenly demons, even if the probability is very low, but once encountered, even the top grandmasters are extremely dangerous.

Chen Mu was very calm and unhurried in this layer of exploration, although he had not found the marked area on the map for more than ten days, he also had a lot of gains, and most of them were spiritual objects that could be used to refine the martial body, plus this fire bead, he wanted to refine the Qiankun martial body to Dacheng, and the experience points required were basically seventy-seven eighty-eight.

Swish.

Chen Mu took a few steps forward and reached out to grab the fire bead.

But at this time, the scorching lava below suddenly exploded, and a surging demonic power erupted, only to see a long red snake poking its head out of the lava and spitting out its mouth towards Chen Mu.

Under the convergence of demonic power, the heat in the nearby lava frantically converged, condensing into a blazing ball of light, dazzling as if the sun above the sky, extremely dazzling, dispelling a lot of darkness near the abyss.

Rumble!!

In the next moment, this magnificent scorching sun erupted towards Chen Mu, extracting the heat from the lava, making the billowing magma below seem to dim a little, and showing the horror of the condensed heat in it.

However, Chen Mu's expression did not change, he just raised his right hand, pressed and patted forward, and the surging power of heaven and earth burst out, mighty and unmatched, and with a bang, the blazing light ball of light was directly extinguished and disintegrated, turning into wisps of green smoke and disappearing.

At this time, if you look ahead, you can clearly see the monster in the lava, it is a red Jiao!

Red Jiao.

Eighth order.

Likes heat and hates cold.

This is obviously the other party's lair, it occupies the lava land, the time and place are favorable, it can be described as very terrifying, even if three or four top grandmasters join forces to besiege it, they may not be able to help the other party under this terrain.

However, for Chen Mu today, it is not an exaggeration to say that 'all ants under the heavenly demons' are not exaggerated, even if he is an eighth-order great demon king who occupies an absolute geographical advantage, it is nothing to him.

Swish!

After slapping out the flames spewed out by the other party with one palm, Chen Mu looked indifferent and pointed at his sword, pointing at his head.

This red Jiao is quite wise, after a blow did not work, and was crushed by Chen Mu lightly, he had already sensed that Chen Mu's strength was terrifying, and it was an existence that could not be provoked, and he reacted at the first time, twisting his body, wanting to retract into the depths of the magma and retreat.

However, if you want to retreat at this time, it is undoubtedly too late.

Chen Mu's attack was even faster, almost as soon as Chi Jiao retreated into the magma, a wisp of invisible qi burst out from Chen Mu's fingertips, and it struck directly, tearing through the nearby heat wave, breaking through the surface magma, and hitting Chi Jiao's head with one blow!

This blow tore apart Chijiao's demonic power in an instant, leaving a fingerprint on its skull like a sword mark, this wound seemed insignificant compared to its huge head, but the surging Yuan Gang erupted inside, giving it a fatal blow!

"Roar!!"

Chi Jiao let out a terrible roar, his body writhed and struggled wildly, splashing countless lava and flying in all directions, but Chen Mu only stood in place, calmly watching this scene.

All the lava that was spilled at him quickly cooled and solidified as it approached the three feet in front of him, turning into blocks of lava and falling downwards into the lava.

Rumble!!!

Chijiao's struggle did not last, just three or four times, its huge body writhed, and fell heavily into the magma, the demonic power quickly collapsed, and the vitality also dissipated little by little.

Chen Mu was not in a hurry to take out the fire beads, he only took one step to the side of Chijiao's corpse, and with the extension of his right hand, he broke open the abdomen of Jiaojiao, reached into it and groped for it, and then took out a small ball of fiery red liquid, which was Chijiao's heart's blood.

After drawing out Chijiao's hard work and putting it away, Chen Mu took the fire bead into his hand.

Then he looked at Chi Jiao's huge corpse and shook his head with a little pity, in fact, Chi Jiao, an eighth-order demon king, is of extraordinary value up and down Zhou's body, but he is in the abyss, it is too troublesome to carry, and he has also abandoned a lot of valuable but not easy to carry things before, and he is still a little distressed.

Like Chi Jiao, in addition to other things other than his heart and blood, although he himself can't use it, Jiao Blood Jiao's flesh is a high-grade nourishing thing, and it has a good effect on the martial artists of the Five Organs and Six Organs Realm.

That's it.

Chen Mu quickly shook his head and looked away.

At this time, he carried a bulging burden on his body, placing the harvest of his trip, and he planned to explore around here again, if he still couldn't find the area on the demon skin map, he would give up for the time being, and go back to the ground to settle one or two.

After deciding on the decision, Chen Mu took action again, and after a few steps, he had already left the center of the rift, and soon moved away from the magma, disappearing into the lonely darkness of the abyss.

And not long after Chen Mu left.

Swish!

A blue-robed figure appeared between the cracks, staring at the bubbling magma in the cracks and frowning slightly, and then a three-foot green blade behind him flew out silently, falling under him, holding his body and flying towards the center.

"Huh?"

It wasn't until they reached the central area of the fissure that the blue-robed figure stopped, staring at the bubbling lava in amazement.

In the lava lay quietly the corpse of a red dragon, although it was dead, the residual breath all showed that this red dragon had reached the eighth level of existence before its death.

An eight-level red Jiao, who even occupies the magma location, died here so easily.

Jiang Changsheng's eyes were awe-inspiring for a while.

He took a few steps forward, checked the scars on Chi Jiao's body, and then looked even more solemn, because in addition to the traces of the heart blood on Chi Jiao Zhou's body, there was only a scar on his skull.

Obviously, this red Jiao was killed by someone with one move, and he died without the power to resist.

"Exchange ......"

Jiang Changsheng glanced ahead with jealousy, although he was now somewhat sure of the impact of the Blood Exchange Realm, but after all, he had not yet stepped into it, and there was still a world of difference from that level, and he could not match it.

No matter who is in front of him, he still has to retreat.

Laugh at.

Jiang Changsheng pointed out the sword, cut the skin of the dragon, took some of the blood from its body, and then turned around, returned along the original path, and explored the past in other areas.

And almost not long after Jiang Changsheng left, another figure quietly appeared between the cracks, as if looking for Jiang Changsheng, who was dressed in sackcloth and had a jade flute hanging from his waist, which was the jade flute guest Sang Yanqing.

He saw the scene in the magma, and immediately narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Jiang Changsheng?"

"No, he can kill Chijiao with one blow, or in this terrain, he doesn't have such a skill, he should be in exchange for the blood realm, but this breath can't tell which one it is, which makes it seem to be a sword finger, is it the one from the Heavenly Sword Gate?"

Sang Yanqing thought in his heart.

After thinking about it for a while, he still took a step forward, reached out to break through the demon skin of Chijiao, probed his hand into it, and quickly groped for something, pulled out a slender demon tendon, rolled it a few times, and turned away.

Although it is not clear which existence killed this red Jiao and took away any rare spiritual objects here, since the other party does not look down on this red Jiao, it should be nothing for him to take a Jiaojiao.

(End of chapter)