Lao Dao faintly saw the hilt of the sword staggering obliquely in the tree behind him. The corners of his mouth sneered, and Jiang Ming was sure that he had been nailed there.

Lao Dao's mind relaxed, but he coughed fiercely a few times, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face was as pale as paper!

He had been fighting with someone to snatch the treasure for several days, although he successfully killed the opponent under the sword, he was also hit by the man's deathbed, and suffered extremely heavy internal injuries, plus for half a month, he was greedy and tried his best to chase the monkey, and now it has long been dragged to the end, and the sword is almost his last strength.

"It doesn't matter if you can't catch that beast for the time being, the Yuan Stone on this kid's body is enough for me to recover from my injuries, and it's too late to catch that beast then." The old Taoist priest believed in his self-cultivation, and he expected that Jiang Ming had been pierced through his heart by a sword, and he was unprepared when he came over.

But just as he turned around and was about to reach out to take the sword, he saw a flash of cold light, although he was seriously injured, although he was alert, but the yuan power in his body had been exhausted and he was unable to deal with it.

The sharp tip of the sword cut a cold arc in the gloom, and also crossed his throat, and a stream of blood passed with the blade of the sword, falling on the leaves next to him, making a hula sound.

The old Taoist priest couldn't close his eyes until he died, he never thought that he, who had killed people all his life, would die so carelessly under the sword of a lonely and nameless young man.

It turned out that Jiang Ming took advantage of the sword's U-turn to see that the sword body was shaking, and his strength was weak, so he narrowly avoided the fatal blow, and then deliberately pretended to be stabbed by the sword and let out a miserable scream.

When the old road came out from behind the tree, he thought that he would take precautions when he thought that he was in control, and it was too dark in the woods, he was extremely weak and a little dizzy at this time, which gave Jiang Ming a golden opportunity.

"If you are a gray monkey, you are a goose. Jiang Ming smacked his lips and flicked the blade of the sword, and the humming moan made him very satisfied with the sword.

Jiang Ming was about to leave with his sword, but after taking two steps, he found that the corpse of the old Dao was still left here, and he felt a little compassionate, so he simply dug a pit next to him with his sword, ready to bury the old Dao.

"Don't blame me when you get there, whoever told you to kill me, I'm forced to do it..."

After the pit was dug, Jiang Ming dragged Lao Dao's upper body to the pit with both hands, but unexpectedly, under his drag, an object suddenly slipped out of the collar of the old Dao, Jiang Ming didn't have time to take a closer look, and first dragged Lao Dao's corpse into the pit, and then took the reddish-brown thing like digging tiles in his hand.

"Is this...?"

Jiang Ming grabbed the tile in his hand, the surface of this object was smooth and flat, and it was very light in his hand, and he couldn't see anything. Jiang Ming pinched it hard, the tile was hot, but it was not damaged at all, Jiang Ming cultivated at this time, and his two fingers could have at least a hundred catties of strength, and the ordinary tiles would be crushed if he pinched them. He tapped the tile with his hand again, and there was a sonorous sound of gold and iron, and there was a rumbling sound inside.

"It's hard like iron, it's light like wood, and it has the sound of wind and thunder... Could this be Zhu Rongshi?" Jiang Ming immediately popped up this strange name in his mind.

According to legend, the stone of Zhu Rong, which was transformed by the fire god Zhu Rong after his death, is extremely rare. It is one of the few "gods", but its existence is also mostly rumored, and no one has seen it in person for thousands of years.

"This characteristic, can't be wrong, besides, the general tile will not be carried by the old way, there must be a big secret on this stone, maybe the old way is injured because of this..."Jiang Ming's left hand rubbed lightly, and the power of Shenyuan passed through his fingers into the stone. After a while, the stone shards were intensified by the power of the Divine Yuan, and gradually became hot, only to hear an extremely angry roar coming from the stone shards, Jiang Ming only felt a tightening between his eyebrows, and his divine consciousness was instantly sucked into a grand and strange space.

In this space, the sky is red, the magma flows on the ground, and the vast can not see the edge, between this heaven and earth, there are no trees, mountains and rivers, only dense flames and ancient characters suspended in between, and the ancient words are also wrapped in red flames, as if a small sun burning eternally.

These ancient characters were arranged back and forth after Jiang Ming entered, and they actually formed a scripture. At the very beginning of this verse, five of the ancient characters are as big as a mountain, and they are blazing: Heavenly Fury and Four Elephants!

Jiang Ming's divine consciousness was pulled by the strange power of the ancient characters, and the body of divine consciousness couldn't help but close his eyes and sit in this strange space.

The four elephants of the heavenly wrath are slashed, the first slash: Xuanwu splitting the earth!

Hundreds of flame ancient characters rotated and arranged, and actually formed a huge flame turtle and snake elephant, the turtle and snake roared in the sky, implying the primordial law between movement and stillness, every move and style have unparalleled power, it was formed, the sea roared, as if the heavens and the earth were trembling. I saw that the earth cracked between its tails, and the sky continued to shatter when it raised its head.

The turtle and snake roared in the sky, angry and angry, as if there was endless anger and was eager to release.

At this time, Jiang Ming's body, which was standing in the forest, was dyed by the scene in his divine consciousness, and he only felt the anger of the turtle and snake penetrating his chest and lungs, and he seemed to have turned into the divine beast that struck the heavens and the earth, and involuntarily raised his hands above his head, the other six fingers were intertwined, the thumbs and index fingers of both hands were merged, and his body was almost uncontrollable to step out in one step, and his hands were angrily cut down at the same time with a knife!

At this moment, Jiang Ming's left foot seemed to have turned into the tail of the turtle and snake, his hands had turned into the head of the turtle and snake, and a Xuanwu phantom appeared behind Jiang Ming.

There was a roar, the sound of thunderstorms was earth-shattering, and the trees in the forest fell towards the middle, and the sound of breaking came and went, and the gravel and dust flew sideways.

In the midst of the wolf smoke, Jiang Ming slowly opened his eyes, and a red flame color disappeared under his eyes.

I saw him slash this time, and the earth in front of him was cut open with a crack more than a foot long, this Sensenran crack was more than two feet wide and more than three feet deep.

"What a strong strength! Ordinary Shinto realm cultivators don't have such domineering power!" Jiang Ming was overjoyed, but there was still an anger in his chest that kept rolling, his throat was sweet, and he looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of dirty blood.

"A strong move will hurt itself..."Jiang Ming's eyes darkened, and his legs fell to the ground with a weakness.

At this time, Jiang Ming was unable to hurry, so he had to sit down on the spot to meditate, a red yuan was grabbed by him, his hands were placed on his knees, and the blood yuan in his body rotated to absorb the power of the red yuan.

Hongyuan's pure Yuan Force entered the body, like a warm current added to the body, warming Jiang Ming's limbs and bones, and the blood veins were wrapped by Yuan Li, Jiang Ming's body greedily absorbed Yuan Li and repaired the wounds.

When Jiang Ming opened his eyes again, half a day had passed, and he was healed from his injuries, and he roared and spit out the turbid breath in his chest, startling the forest birds to scatter.

Jiang Ming buried the old way, rested for half a day to eat something, and then took the big river sword and continued on the road.

"This sword is unusually sharp, and it can also defend itself as a firewood chopping wood along the way. Jiang Ming seemed to have completely forgotten that this was the result of his own murder.

Jiang Ming walked through the forest and the city along the way, stopping and stopping, meeting a lot of people along the way, and encountering a lot of troubles, but there were also thrilling and dangerous solutions one by one, fortunately, Jiang Ming didn't need to sleep, and he was full of vitality after meditating for a while. Although he was delayed a lot of time along the way, his cultivation became more and more sophisticated, and his strength over mountains and mountains became faster and faster. Finally, in the last two days of January, we reached the range of the mountain.

According to the rules, all the new children in the Jixia School Palace can only enter the mountain gate on the day of admission, and at this time, it is in the autumn when a large number of part-time disciples are enrolled, so all the inns in the Jixia City at the foot of the mountain are already overcrowded and extremely lively.

At this time, the sun was red, the mountains were slightly cool, and it was already evening.

I saw a mountain forest on the periphery of Jixia Mountain slipping from east to west, a row of trees suddenly fell to the east and west, like a boulder rolling in, but if you listen carefully, it is indeed a fierce beast roaring, roaring again and again.

At this time, a shadow tiger mother ended a day's work and hunting. She was happily lying on a flat mountain rock licking her graceful paws, and the warm sunlight made her forget the tiredness of the day and feel a little sleepy. Her eyes closed slowly, and she yawned as she threw her head up.

Suddenly, a blood-red ghost shadow jumped out from in front of her inhumanely, the ghost shadow was as fast as lightning, and before she could let out a beautiful scream, it had already swept in front of her eyes, and the mother of the shadow tiger felt that it was like a blood-colored hurricane blowing in front of her, and the figure had already passed by at a gallop, so frightened that her hair stood up like steel nails, and cold sweat covered her body.

Fortunately, the figure seemed to think that it was just a "weak tiger" all the time, and when it came to the tip of her nose, it suddenly turned around, and it could go around its side, but the big rock under it had been kicked almost half off by the figure, and the mountain rock overturned, lifting the mother of Aimei Shadow Tiger and rolling it down into the dirt. The ghost roared into the distant woods.

Mother Shadow Tiger was covered in dirt, her face was full of grievances, and in front of her was another behemoth, a huge blood lion with red eyes and a roar to pull up the mountain and fall the tree.

I saw a hideous wound more than one meter long on the blood lion's lower abdomen, and the flesh was rolling, and red blood was constantly flowing out, and a long sword was deeply inserted into the root of the tail on the right hip.

The blood lion's eyes were cracked, that man was too vicious, and that sword was clearly meant to be inserted into his chrysanthemum! If it weren't for its tail blocking merit, his brave life would have been humiliated. Already crazy, it ignored the pain on its body, chased after the figure in front of it, and smashed countless mountains and trees along the way.

It seems like an earth-shattering chase.

The blood-colored figure is like a snake burrowing into the river, the figure comes and goes, whenever the blood lion thinks he is gone, he always swoops and reappears in front of him, and then flashes forward for a distance, and always keeps a distance of about three or five feet from the blood lion behind him. The blood lion essence was exhausted, and the more it chased, the slower it became, and the figure still flickered, stopping and stopping.

"Hmph, isn't that big? Phew, this blood smells so fishy!" Jiang Ming, who was covered in blood, gritted his teeth as he ran.