Chapter Ninety-Six: Ancestor?

These sword marks made Zuo Qing extremely fascinated, there was no doubt that this was an incomparably exquisite set of swordsmanship, more exquisite than any swordsmanship he had learned in the Tianwu Sect.

And Wan Feifei also showed the same expression on his face, in his opinion, as long as he could push back the eleventh of this set of swordsmanship, his "Zhu Ming Swordsmanship" would be able to grow by leaps and bounds!

Zuo and Wan kept searching for these carved stones in the valley, and these discoveries made them crazy.

The more he searched, the more Zuo Qing discovered the subtleties of these swordsmanship. This is not the mark left by the fight between two people or many people here at all, it is the sword mark left by a kendo master who once practiced here after trying his sword.

As he went deeper into the sword abyss, the moves displayed by these sword marks became more and more exquisite and complex, Zuo Qing observed for a while and found that he didn't understand many swordsmanship techniques at all!

And Wan Feifei stood in front of a boulder in a daze, and he found some moves very similar to the "Zhu Ming Sword Technique" in the sword marks here, but these moves were more domineering.

“...... Oh my God! Could this be the real Zhu Ming swordsmanship? Is this a swordsmanship that can be used by humans?" Wan Feifei was stunned.

For those who practice swords, these sword marks are undoubtedly a huge treasure trove, and the two of them greedily "flip through" these swordsmanship without the slightest intention of stopping.

Gradually, the expressions of the two gradually became weird.

Zuo Qing laughed wildly and danced with his hands, but his face became extremely black, and his face, which was originally white, was now covered with a dead black, these dead blacks were not dirty, but the irrepressible aura in Zuo Qing's body emanated from his body, and he looked like after being infected by the miasma!

He knelt in front of the boulder, as if he was smiling, crying instead of crying, and kept shouting: "Immortal art! This is immortal art!"

If there are outsiders here at this moment, they will definitely find that the state of Zuo and Wan is in a very dangerous state, the aura in their bodies is constantly lost, and the surrounding miasma gradually gathers around them, gradually forming a black curtain.

The two of them watched these sword marks for twenty-nine days in a row, until on the thirtieth day, a strong wind blew out from the depths of the sword abyss.

This strong wind did not make any sound, and the more it advanced, the more it formed a sword-like "wind blade", marking a deep hole in the ground, and the "wind blade" attacked Zuo Qing and Wan Fei from the deepest darkness like a ghost.

But the two men were now immersed in their own delusions, and did not notice this sudden danger.

The wind blade approached rapidly, and Zuo Qing finally noticed something.

He looked back and saw that a wind blade had already arrived in front of him, and he was clear-headed and wanted to dodge the wind blade, but he found that his spiritual power was running out, and it was being eaten away by the surrounding miasma.

Zuo Qing was discouraged, he knew that he would definitely not survive after being hit by this wind blade!

In a flash, the wind blade had already arrived in front of Zuo Qing!

However, this wind blade was extremely light and thin, and it actually grazed Zuo Qing's shoulder, and most of the "wind blades" were concentrated on the rock next to Zuo Qing, leaving a deep scratch on that rock!

Zuo Qing suddenly understood that the "sword marks" he saw were not left by his predecessors at all, but by the "wind blade" formed by the wind blowing in this valley.

The unique topography of Jian Yuan, coupled with the increasing number of miasma, made the cultivators exhausted by the time they walked here, and their consciousness was no longer very clear.

Coupled with the dark environment here, the cultivators are unconsciously affected by the fear of darkness and unknown foreign lands, which makes them gradually lose their reason and hope.

And these naturally formed "sword marks" are like life-saving straws in the eyes of cultivators.

They are hungry to learn some of this clever "swordsmanship", but in fact, they are escaping the "reality" that they are already trapped here and are about to fall into the boundless darkness!

Therefore, there are no "sword marks" at all, it's just that Zuo Qing and Wan Feifei have unknowingly fallen into the "phantom array" naturally formed here!

This wind blade made Zuo Qing completely calm down, he calmed down, restrained his consciousness, and then adjusted his internal breath, and protected all the remaining spiritual energy in his heart.

The miasma on the ground continued to wrap around Zuo Qing's feet, and after touching Zuo Qing's bare skin, there was a burst of "zig" sounds.

Zuo Qing didn't care about this, so he hurriedly walked to Wan Feifei's side, and used enough strength to shoot towards Wan Feifei's "Baihui Acupoint".

Wan Feifei suddenly shook, then spat out a mouthful of blood, and his consciousness gradually became sober.

He was about to ask Zuo Qing how he could be like this, when another wind blade appeared!

This time they weren't as lucky as Fang Cai, and the wind blade slashed straight between the two.

Zuo Qingyun had enough strength and pulled Wan Feifei to jump towards the other side, so that he could dodge this wind blade.

"Senior brother...... What's going on? What happened to me? Was I fascinated by these sword marks?" Wan Feifei asked.

Zuo Qing pointed to the place where the wind blade passed just now, and Wan Feifei suddenly realized in his heart that what he was obsessed with was the "traces" formed after these winds blew!

The two of them were secretly afraid in their hearts, if it wasn't for Zuo Qing's luck to dodge the first wind blade, they would have been split in half a long time ago.

But the good times didn't last long, and a dozen wind blades suddenly flew out from the depths of the sword abyss at the same time, and Zuo Qing and Wan Fei took a lot of effort to dodge.

"Senior brother, it seems that we can't go any deeper!" Zuo Qing said.

Although the two of them were already cultivators of the fourth and fifth layers of the Qi Refining Realm, they were like mortals in the face of such miraculous powers, and they had no power to resist.

The two of them decided to leave now, after all, this is already under the Sky Pavilion, if Ma Xie falls from here, at least there will be some traces left, but it doesn't seem to be there at the moment.

After a dozen wind blades, there was a temporary silence, and the two took this opportunity to leave quickly.

But when they turned around, they found that dozens of large and small piles of flames had risen behind them at some point!

These flames fluttered in the air, getting bigger and bigger, and slowly Zuo Qing and Wan Feifan saw clearly what kind of flames were there, but a group of huge spiders!

The valley was densely packed with spiders, several of which were very large, about the size of a buffalo. One by one, the spiders moved quickly on the ground and the wall, surrounding Zuo Qing and Wan Feifei in the center!

"It's really planted now...... This is the Demon Spider, such a large group!" Wan Feifei said, "Shall we try to fly out from above?"

Zuo Qing nodded: "That's all there is to it......"

As the spider slowly approached, Zuo Qing and Wan Feifei took a breath and flew towards the sky!

The spider below saw the two flying, and quickly chased after them like crazy, and the spider on the mountain wall jumped hard, trying to catch the two of them.

It's a pity that except for Wan Feifei, who was punctured a little skin, they were not caught.

Just when Wan Feifei and Zuo Qing thought they were out of trouble, an unexpected thing happened.

They flew as if they had hit a thick wall, and they could no longer fly an inch upwards.

And at this moment, the aura in the body suddenly became chaotic, and the two of them couldn't control it, and they fell straight down.

Fall!

Fast fall!

Zuo Qing felt desperate for the first time in his heart, he looked at the countless spiders below, covering a whole layer, and he had already vaguely seen his death.

But when he had fallen some distance, he was amazed to find that the spiders were retreating like a tide, as if something more terrifying was driving them away.

"Is it the ancestor who has appeared?" Zuo Qing had such a thought in his heart for some reason.

A white light condensed into a sword shape flew out of the endless darkness.

This sword-shaped white light instantly expelled all the darkness and miasma in the sword abyss, and those demon-faced spiders seemed to see the power of this sword light, and hurriedly rushed out, quickly hiding underground!

It's a pity that they are still too slow, and the sword light quickly covered the place where Zuo Qing and Wan Feifei were, and all the spiders who didn't have time to dodge were burned into ashes.

"Is it really the Patriarch's manifestation?" Zuo Qing didn't guess out of thin air this time, because he saw that at the end of the white sword light, a figure actually appeared!

This figure was standing tall and tall, holding a long sword in his hand, and was standing in the deepest part of the sword abyss, on top of a huge golden altar!

The sword light disappeared, and along with the sword light, there was also an overwhelming miasma here.

Zuo Qing couldn't tell whether this was a dream or an illusion, in short, he and Wan Fei fell to the ground safely, looking at the clean spider corpses that had been destroyed around and the boulders that had been broken into slag, he couldn't help but think of the figure he had just seen.