Empty Mulberry Mountain.

There are many spirit trees on it, the most famous of which is Yuehua. Legend has it that this tree is psychic, if mortals have a rest under the tree, they can increase their life span for a hundred years, and those who practice can have an epiphany and become immortals.

Therefore, on this reckless and vast empty mulberry mountain, there are many large and small sects, and the scattered cultivation of those who come and go to find opportunities is even more unknown.

As the largest mountain range in South Korea, it is full of dangers, and I don't know how many people bury their bones in it every year.

It has been half a month since Xia Tu and the three of them entered Kongsang Mountain, and they have been sleeping in the open and suffering along the way.

The three of them were wearing strong short clothes at this time, and after half a month of traveling, a cold aura appeared on their bodies.

Xia Tu walked at the front, wielding the monstrous Falling Star Hammer to clear the way ahead.

At this time, there was no road in front of them, and as far as the eye could see, the surrounding area was lush and green, and it seemed empty and quiet.

The two ancient trees in front of him were seven or eight people surrounded by thick roots, like dragons, thick rhizomes were intertwined, their leaves were blood-red, and their branches were covered with golden lines.

Xia Tu was no longer surprised by this, and waved his hand to the two behind him, signaling them to step back.

Bang bang bang!

He smashed two entangled towering ancient trees in three clicks, and then retreated decisively without the slightest hesitation.

With the loud sound of the ancient wood falling to the ground, the place where Xia Tu was originally standing was engulfed by a huge black shadow, the smoke and dust dispersed, and a giant python suddenly appeared.

The giant python spat out a scarlet core, its cold vertical pupils staring at Xia Tu, in its perception, this human was the most threatening.

Xia Tu was full of fighting spirit, moving his steps slowly and unhurriedly, cautiously and calmly.

This giant python is called the seven-ring poison dragon, and it is covered in emerald green and carries seven black rings, the larger the black ring, the deeper the poison.

His expression was indifferent, he first took out the Black Peng Shovel to activate the illusion, and shot six shots from a distance, his aim increased, and it was only half empty.

The energy bomb punched three bloody holes in its back, and it coiled up and roared at Xia Tu, its huge fangs stained with disgusting saliva, and the seven-ringed poison fly was enraged by Xia Tu, and the bright red flesh membrane like two fans stretched out from the sides of its triangular head.

The body of the seven-ringed poisonous snake shot out like a spring, and pounced on Xia Tu, spitting out a poisonous mist from its exaggerated mouth.

Xia Tu nimbly dodged, and the poisonous mist enveloped the grass behind him, and in an instant, the grass and trees withered, turning into a puddle of foul-smelling liquid, bubbling and bubbling.

He threw out the black peng shovel that had returned to its original form, and the seven-ring poisonous snake that was still in the air couldn't dodge, and the sharp blade split it into two sections in the air.

The two snake corpses twisted and rolled on the ground, and after a while, they gradually lost their vitality.

Xia Tu cautiously walked to its side, then picked up the Falling Star Hammer and slammed it into the head of the snake corpse, the snake's head became like a swollen blood blister.

"Pretending to be dead again, can you get something fresh?"

Then he cast a soul dementor, detained the soul of the seven-ring poison fly in his palm, and then crossed into the black peng shovel.

At this time, Heipeng shoveled in addition to the crack at the head of the shovel, it was already intact, and it absorbed a lot of beast souls along the way, and even improved its spirituality and quality.

Since entering Kongsang Mountain, Xia Tu has experienced dozens of battles, large and small, and has been covered with hundreds of wounds on his body, and it can be said that his blood has been sprinkled all over the road when he came!

Among them, the seven-ring poison fly impressed him the most, and he still has an indelible scar on his arm, which hurts faintly!

Even if this treacherous beast's body was cut into pulp, its head would still survive for a moment, and Xia Tu, who didn't know it, was naturally on the way.

Actual combat is the best teacher, in the face of all kinds of strange creatures one after another sneak attacks or frontal combat, he quickly absorbs experience, integrates the skills he activates, and even creates a lot of moves for fighting.

When resisting the blue-eyed leopard once, Xia Tu was careless and almost died, but Sun Yao, who was dying of old age, burst out with strong strength, a tiger and tiger dancing with an iron rod, and the wind that blew the stick could crack the mountain and crack the rocks, and easily saved Xia Tu who was in prison.

Afterwards, Xia Tu learned that Sun Yao was also a cultivator, and he complained a little about Sun Yao's concealment, and at the same time, he was more interested in the fact that he did not hesitate to hide his strength and also went to the Divine Sword Pavilion.

With Sun Yao escorting, Xia Tu didn't have to be distracted to take care of Wang Dieyi, so he enjoyed every battle with joy.

Xia Tu collected loot along the way, used these materials to practice carving formations, and used the Falling Star Hammer when opening the way, which not only exercised the strength of the body, but also did not fall behind the daily hammer forging work, killing two birds with one stone.

Somewhere in a cave.

Xia Tu tied the tendons of the seven-ring poison fly to a skeleton, and then said to Wang Dieyi: "Dieyi, add the last string, you can try it." ”

Wang Dieyi picked up the thing in Xia Tu's arms and said with a smile: "This is the pipa in the mouth of the child?"

"yes, you try?"

Xia Tu loves classical musical instruments, especially good at playing the huqin, and made a pipa for her with experience, which is a small gift for Wang Dieyi, after all, this little girl has endured hardships along the way.

This pipa is based on the bones of the iron arrow bear, with the tendons of the seven-ring poisonous snake as the string, and the mask is covered with the skin of the snake with gold thread, which looks hideous and terrifying, and the smell of blood is full.

It is engraved with dense divine patterns, intertwined into a gorgeous circle.

The delicate and lovely Wang Dieyi hugged the terrifying pipa, which produced a strange contrast beauty.

Skillfully tuning the tone, Wang Dieyi's jade fingers waved lightly, swept the pipa strings, and made a full sound, full of momentum.

"Childe, would it be good to listen to the slave family play a song?"

"Good!"

"Pipa Xing" Chinese: ...... The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Noisy and miscellaneous, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate......

Xia Tu was fascinated by what he heard, and Sun Yao sat on the stone wall, shaking his head and shaking his head.

It's a song.

Xia Tu and Sun Yao applauded and were full of praise.

Wang Dieyi hid her face and chuckled, and generously accepted the praise of the two.

"Dieyi, do you want to learn a new tune?"

"Yes. ”

Xia Tu was interested, humming the tune of "Mountains and Flowing Water" in her mouth, and clumsily taught Wang Dieyi, not so much as teaching, but more like Wang Dieyi restoring the whole piece with her musical talent.

She didn't have much interest in cultivation and was obsessed with music since she was a child. Although the talent is excellent, he only has the cultivation of the Soul Realm.

Most of the secret techniques constructed by Wang Dieyi are also related to music and rhythm, and among cultivators, they seem to be a bit nondescript.

The three of them listened to the music and rested here, but not far away, two figures fled in a hurry.

Inside the dense woods.

Two figures, one large and one small, were panting and staggering.

"Brother, they are coming, in the east. ”

"Run this way. ”

"I ...... I might run ......"

Without waiting for his sister to finish speaking, Fang Qi picked up the small body and ran desperately.

"Hahaha, little cub, you run, I see where you can run?"

The sword light in the distance skimmed, splitting the obstacles blocking the road, and a group of figures in moon-white robes slowly walked out, with an arrogant smile on their faces.

The sword light passed through and slashed on the grass beside Fang Qi, and the air wave swept him away, regardless of his own injury, he tightly protected the young sister in his arms.

Fang Qi stared at the five people in front of him resentfully, his eyes were like a fierce beast, glowing with a fierce cold light.

Ling Tian Sword Sect!

He ignored the other party's invective, got up and ran away.

And a few people from the Ling Tian Sword Sect would burst out with a sword qi at a moment, deliberately destroying only the trees around Fang Qi, like cats playing with mice, laughing out loud from time to time.

"Little cub, hand over the master!"