Out of the flower rain hole, just when the clouds rise, a few zhang below the cliff cave, just a dim, dark clouds and low pressure, connected into a piece, the mountains and ravines have lost their original face, do not know where to go.

Above the cliff hole, as usual, it is clear and clear, there are no clouds and rain, at this time there are also clouds that break out from the clouds into lumps, rise and fall up and down, attach the stone by the cliff, if you are about to leave, there is not a bit of idleness.

Han Cheng saw that the clouds below were thick and he couldn't see, and when he came to Huayu Cave, Qin Ziling took him with him, and now he only remembered a general direction and path, and he didn't dare to venture the sword through the clouds, so it would be funny not to hit any cliff when the time came.

It would be nice if you could control the qi volley, you can slowly fly down while observing, but you can't cultivate to the realm of spiritual void, you can't achieve the unity of heaven and man, and you can't use it.

I was secretly hesitating in my heart, and suddenly I saw a snow-white cloud fly up from under the cliff, slowly rise, and float to the side.

Han Cheng felt that it was interesting, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but it happened that a gust of wind passed, and the cloud was already elevated, flying forward.

As soon as the wind blew, not only the flying speed of the lonely clouds, but also the sea of clouds below was like a pot of boiling water, the waves were rolling and flying, rolling and sudden, and dozens of white clouds surged upwards one after another, and in an instant, they had risen to the sky, and the original position formed a small hollow, and the clouds inside were a lot thinner.

Through this narrow hollow, Han Cheng concentrated his eyes and looked down, there was about a mountain ridge at the bottom, thousands of zhang high from the ground,

His eyes locked on a slope below, Han Cheng's heart moved, and the frost sword on his back automatically unsheathed, turning into a golden light enveloping his body and speeding down, and when he was a hundred feet above the ground, he relieved his mana and slowed down the flying sword, and when he was about to land, he quickly raised his qi and swirled, swirled around the void, collected the sword light, and finally landed steadily on the slope.

The first real sense of the sword flight, it felt very good, after the frost sword was back in the sheath, Han Cheng looked around, and found that the four fields were deserted, and there was no trace of people, and he estimated which barren mountain he was in.

It is estimated that there are a lot of mandrill wood charms, insect pythons and the like, but fortunately, I have now entered the Tao, and I have many magic weapons in my body, so I don't worry too much.

He performed the light skill of "Glimpse of Floating Light", and with a slight click, he was several feet away, and his figure swept forward rapidly, the wind was agitated, and the scenery flew by.

With the realm of the middle stage of the gods, the power is increased by several times, and the whole person is like riding the wind, and like an arrow off the string, galloping on the bushes and grass.

From a distance, you can only see a blurry shadow, which disappears from front of your eyes in the blink of an eye, although this speed is not as fast as Edgeworth's flight or your air volley, but it is much faster for mortals to ride horses, and the only flaw is probably that it needs to consume some mana.

After galloping in the mountains and forests for a few days, Han Cheng was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a village in front of him, located on the edge of a stream, but the houses were too small, almost only he was tall, and some were even much shorter.

Not far from those houses, there was a Taoist who seemed to be muttering a mantra, his hands constantly changing the seals.

He looked like he was in his thirties, with a slender figure, a large head and a thin neck, a golden hoop on his top, his hair was like a rope, he was draped to his shoulders, and there were strings of paper money and jute sticks in the middle.

Around his waist was a strange weapon that looked like a lance but was not a lance, and was about five feet long. In addition to the ruler-long handle, there are many small three-pointed and five-edged forks stuck in the head of the lance.

Beside him, there was a monster that seemed to protect the Dharma, this monster was shaped like a gecko, full of feet, and had two tails, twice as long as its body. A pair of giant eyes, shining blue, as big as a bowl, bulging on the forehead, and spit out several snake-like flames from the mouth. The body is covered with dark green patterns, like snake scales.

Dozens of blood-colored demon flags are in the direction of gossip, standing above the village in the sky, sandwiched by countless chirping ghosts crying, the wind is long, the black fog is filled, blocking most of the light, the village is a little dim, and you can vaguely hear the wailing and screaming before death.

Han Cheng restrained his breath, and under the cover of the grass and trees, he walked forward a distance again, and when he looked forward, his heart immediately burned with anger.

Under the village, there are not a few villains of foot length, who look only the size of a one-year-old baby, and their facial features are the same as ordinary people, as if they are a miniature version.

These villains all had panicked expressions, and after sucking in the black mist emitted by the demon flag, they all became dull-eyed, like the walking dead, and as if they were drunk, and after walking a few steps, they fell to the ground crookedly, struggled for a moment and then did not move, and then a large amount of blood gushed out from the seven orifices and merged into the demon banner above.

There are also some people who are estimated to be stronger, and they seem to want to escape from this terrible area with all their strength, but they seem to have nails under their feet, and they can't move no matter how they move, and they let out a terrible wail with fear in their eyes.

"This demon path is actually extracting the essence and blood of those villains!"

It was the first time since the soul pierced into the Shushan World that Han Cheng had seen such an evil spell, and he secretly hesitated in his heart whether to destroy the demon guard and save those villains.

But reason told him that it was best not to act rashly until he figured out the details of that demon path.

From the perspective of egoism, although the experience of these villains is very miserable, it has nothing to do with him, and the two sides have no grievances involved, and they can't risk their lives to stand up for them, and a bad one may put himself in it.

But it really made him completely unable to save him, watching those innocent villains just drain their blood and souls, and not be able to be reborn, it seems that he can't do it, he has received so much education in his previous life, and he still has some morality and a sense of justice in his heart.

"I don't know what the realm of that demon Dao cultivation is?

Just when Han Cheng was hiding aside and thinking to himself, the corner of his eye happened to see the person smiling strangely in his direction, and the monster next to him also looked at this side with its huge blue eyes, swinging its tail and spitting flames from its mouth.

"Oops, he found out!"

Han Cheng performed "Glimpse of Floating Light", and quickly moved to another hidden place after a few moves.

As soon as his front foot left, a blood-red pillar of light suddenly fell from the sky and exploded in the place where he had been hiding, and the surrounding earth, rocks, grass and trees were shattered by the blood light.

"It's dangerous!

Han Cheng didn't expect that the demon Dao to be so insidious and ruthless, he didn't greet anyone, and directly secretly used a spicy hand on him, and he would kill him if he made a move.

"Boy, don't hide anymore, come out!"

The demon Dao smiled a few times towards Han Chengxin's hiding place, and obviously found it again.

His whereabouts have been repeatedly discovered by the demon Dao, although he doesn't know what demon method he used to do it, Han Cheng simply appeared openly.

The Dao man was not surprised to see Han Cheng appear, and said with a cruel smile: "Boy, since you have seen it, go and be with the souls of those villains!

After speaking, he made a gesture casually, and the monster shaped like a gecko beside him slammed into his belly, and two long tails flew over.

The first time he fought with the Demon Dao Demon Evil Method, Han Cheng didn't dare to be careless, while sacrificing the golden wisp of magic clothes to protect his body, he urged the Frost Jiao Sword, as a large amount of mana was injected into the sword body, the Frost Jiao Sword burst out with dazzling golden rays, and there was a faint sound of the dragon roaring in the sword body, turning into a streamer several zhang long and slashing towards the monster!

With a sword down, he directly cut off the two poisonous long tails of that monster!

In a moment's time, the Frost Jiao Sword slashed in the air again, and the monster didn't even make a sound, and the corpse immediately fell to the ground.

Since Han Cheng entered the Dao Channel, the power of the Frost Jiao Sword was perfectly displayed for the first time!

"Golden Sword Mang!Illusion Flying Sword!Boy, which Xuanmen disciple are you?"

Seeing that the seven-step rattle-tailed wall dragon that he had raised in one round was killed by the opponent's flying sword in one round, the Golden Hoop Daoist was distressed and angry.

glanced at the Frost Jiao Sword in Han Cheng's hand, and his eyes were full of a complicated look of greed and jealousy.

The golden sword represents the purity of true qi, the level of practice is high, and the frost sword is a superior magic weapon, the power is great, and the combination of several things, plus Han Cheng's age and cultivation, it is no wonder that the golden hoop Taoist will doubt his identity, most of them think that he is from Emei, Kunlun or Wudang, Qingcheng and other famous families.

At this time, if you admit that you are a loose cultivator with no sect and no sect, then you are a fool, who wouldn't pull the tiger skin and pull the banner? Han Cheng asked himself if he was not the kind of pedantic person, and he was absolutely unambiguous when he bragged about it!

"I am a disciple of the Emei drunken Taoist, and now I am ordered by the master to travel down the mountain, who are you?