Du Wenxing suddenly stopped and looked ahead in shock.

A pitch-black mountain peak stood tall in front of him, shrouded in cyan sword light.

The reason why Du Wenxing knew that this was sword qi was nothing else.

Because, this sword qi is condensed into the shape of a sword, a big sword that penetrates the sky and the earth.

Looking at the sword qi, Du Wenxing's heart was extremely shocked.

What kind of person is this person who can unleash such a terrible sword!

He suddenly thought of the sword intent he encountered in the Jiuyang Immortal Mansion.

Compared with the two, it seems that this sword is more powerful.

Of course, that's just how he feels.

Those who can wield this sword must be those strong men in ancient times.

Du Wenxing couldn't help but sigh, what kind of existence were those cultivators in the ancient times!

Thousands of years have passed...... The will of the spirit endures...... Du Wenxing really opened his eyes, and the front of the road of cultivation looks infinite!

Compared with the ancient cultivators of the main world, the cultivation of the Shushan world is simply a weak chicken.

He took a light breath, full of curiosity, adjusted his direction slightly, and whispered to himself: "Let's go, go and see this mountain, see what is so wonderful about this sword!"

The closer he got to the black peak, the stronger Du Wenxing felt the demonic energy.

Compared to the monster in the shape of a tree, this ubiquitous demonic aura is the most terrifying.

If you don't pay attention, you will be infected by demonic energy.

The operation of one's innate true qi is becoming more and more energy-consuming, and even with the support of the Xuan Zhu Bead, the spirit must always remain focused and eliminate any external influences.

Du Wenxing felt that his spiritual power seemed to be more and more condensed, and this surging demonic energy, infected by negative emotions everywhere, seemed to be a hammer - allowing him to temper his spirit with emotions such as evil, blood, killing, emotions, and despair.

While gaining benefits, Du Wenxing also felt more and more difficult, and the situation was also very dangerous, and the slightest carelessness would be the end of demonic qi entering the body and annihilating his own nature.

The reason why he still persistently approached the mountain was not only because of curiosity, but also because he felt that his hope of going out was there.

So, without further ado, the sooner you leave, the better.

However, even if Du Wenxing had already unleashed his body technique, he had walked for a full hour before he reached the black peak that was like ink.

Fortunately, for some reason, the more you go to this peak, the more rare the tree-like monsters become, and it seems that they are all afraid of this place, afraid of this place, and dare not approach.

This also made Du Wenxing less troublesome to detour.

At the foot of the mountain, Du Wenxing felt more and more shocked, this dark mountain peak was majestic and upright, towering into the clouds, as if supporting this world.

It is scattered with rocks, not a single weed grows on the surface, and sometimes there is a purple-red liquid like blood flowing down, and often black mist gushes out.

And the huge sword qi that penetrated the heavens and the earth, sharp cyan, shining brightly, masculine and fierce, like a spear, nailed the mountain peaks and ran down.

Feeling the aura of Gangyang killing that permeated from the sword aura, Du Wenxing knew why there were no tree-like monsters living nearby.

Ghosts and gods are easy to change!

Look at this indescribable majesty.

Even if he didn't target Du Wenxing, he also had a feeling of panic and nervousness, and if he was an ordinary person here, he was afraid that his hands and feet would be weak, and his farts and urine would flow.

There was a narrow passage from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and it seemed that the sword qi emitted by the giant sword had slashed most of the demonic qi on this path, opening up a passage, which seemed to be relatively safe.

Only occasionally a few clouds of black mist flew over the passage, and as long as it stayed for a little longer, there would be a sword qi roaring and shattering.

Strange, looking at this situation, it seems that this passage deliberately set aside by this sword qi allows people to go up to the top of the mountain.

What's really at the top of the mountain?

Crackling, the sword qi scurried up and down, scattering and isolating the black qi, naturally forming a road that could not be called a road.

For ordinary people, this steep and steep road is obviously difficult to climb, but Du Wenxing is a congenital master after all, and he has such a superb light skill as a getaway, walking on the mountain road is still like walking on the ground, walking through the sword qi.

......

The Worm Spirit Shield flew out, its sharp, irregular jagged edges swirling, slicing a monster in half.

Then, it smashed down diagonally, and the monster flew out of the ground, the bones crackled and crackled, and the black flesh and dark blood flew everywhere.

Insect Xiu stretched out his hand, withdrew the insect spirit shield, and looked at the two monsters that had fallen down.

The essence was running, the clothes were bulging, and the green light appeared, isolating the surrounding demonic energy.

His face was extremely heavy, and this strange space monster frequently appeared to attack him, making him have to maintain the insect spirit shield with all his strength all the time, which was a great burden on his body.

After thinking about it, he dug his fingers at the navel, and a white and chubby insect came to his hand, and ate it in one bite, and the essence spread out in the lower abdomen, flowing through the limbs and bones, relieving his own difficulties.

Then, he took out another black talisman and looked at it, with a heartache in his eyes.

Then grit your teeth and stick it to your body.

As soon as Fu Zhenfang touched his body, he spontaneously combusted without wind, and green rays flew out one after another, helping him resist the infection of demonic qi and resting his body.

This talisman was obtained by him from the relic of that ancient insect cultivator, and there was no need to consume essence and spiritual power, as long as it was in contact with his body.

It's the item he used to save his life, and it's no wonder that his heart hurts.

"Where the hell is this?" he muttered to himself, his face unusually heavy.

The space where the insect repair is located is different from Du Wenxing.

Thinking that he had been glanced at by the red eyes of the golem, he had come here, and thinking of the ubiquitous demonic energy in this world, and the monsters that appeared frequently, he also vaguely guessed that his situation must have been caused by the golem.

The question now is, the world is reckless, the black sand is rolling, where should I go, how should I get out of this dangerous place?

Insect Xiu raised his head, looking at the black moon in the sky with empty eyes, and suddenly saw a streamer of light falling from the sky, with a bright and clear red glow entwining, bringing a howling wind.

With a bang, they landed in the distance, and the earth trembled violently, undulating and undulating.

Insect cultivation didn't know where to go, so he didn't hesitate to speed up his pace at this time, and ran to the location where the streamer landed.

I don't know how many strange-shaped monsters I killed along the way, and finally came to my destination.

In front of him was a dark lake of red blood, with bubbles tumbling and a foul smell, and the demons in the vicinity did not dare to approach.

Red clouds kept coming out of the lake of blood.

Above the blood lake, a red sword light swirled, shattering the red cloud that flew out.

But the red sword light is also constantly being consumed.

When the sword light was about to be exhausted, another clear red glow streamer flew down from above, submerging into the red sword light.

The sword light immediately skyrocketed, returning to its full appearance.

In the center of the Blood Lake is a lonely black island.

Where is the hope of leaving?!