Time flies, more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and everyone who went to Tianmai Mountain to explore has already set off, and Ji Ping, who was injured, finally failed to follow.

The days in Ji Pingshan are also fulfilling, during the day, except for the senior brother who comes to visit once a day, no one else comes to disturb, and the rest of the time is to read those difficult and obscure words with the general outline, although those words have long been memorized, but they are still tirelessly read over and over again, maybe he hopes to have a deeper understanding of the soul through this method, but it backfires. At midnight, Ji Ping also dreamed of the village where he grew up in his childhood, dreamed of his childhood playmates, dreamed of standing in front of him with a beautiful song, dreamed that the strange and strange formation flashed with a dark red light, and the skinny and bloody great wizard stood in front of the altar and chanted complicated incantations in his mouth. Whenever this happens, Ji Ping will always wake up from his sleep.

On this day, Ji Ping was still repeatedly understanding the words in the book as usual, when he suddenly heard noisy footsteps outside the door, and was about to get up to check what was going on, when a group of people in black rushed in.

"You are Ji Ping" The man in black said coldly

"I am," Ji Ping replied

The man grabbed Ji Ping's right hand without saying anything, Ji Ping only felt a cold air, coming straight to his heart along his arm, and in shock, he instinctively wanted to mobilize his soul power to resist, but he found that he was like falling into an ice cave, and he couldn't use any strength. After a moment, the man let go of Ji Ping's hand and said to himself with doubts on his face: "It is true that there is no fluctuation of divine power, and the soul power is weak, how can it be possible to defeat the torture path into a wasted person?"

Ji Ping stood in place, and the chill on his body gradually disappeared as the man in black let go of his hand, but the fear in his mind was still there, and he couldn't help but take a step back and said, "Who are you?"

Hearing Ji Ping's words, the man in black came back to his senses from his thoughts and said: "On the order of the elder, punish Ji Ping, a disciple of Sword Peak, go to the back mountain to think about it, supervise the execution, pack up your things and come with me."

Ji Ping was puzzled in his heart, he had already thought about it in front of the temple, why did he still go to the back mountain? Thinking of this, he was a little more vigilant and said: "Everyone, wait a minute, I will tell the master at this time, lest he will not see me in his old man's house."

The man in black seemed to have expected Dao Ji Ping to be like this, and said, "Someone will convey it, now you have to come with us", said and took a step forward, and everyone behind him also surrounded him. Ji Ping saw that there was no hope of escaping, so he had to agree.

The so-called back mountain refers to the back mountain of the Sword Peak, which is connected to the Qingluan Peak. Because of its low terrain, and between the two peaks, so there is a thin white mist all the year round, there is a deep canyon between the Casting Sword Peak and the Qingluan Peak, the two ends are connected by wooden bridges, because of the age, the wooden bridge has been dilapidated. The forests in the mountains are deep and the trees are thick, and there are also fierce beasts infested, and their roaring sound is sometimes earth-shattering, and sometimes it is lingering in grievances. 、

Soon after entering the back mountain land, the men in black left one after another. Ji Ping felt that the surrounding environment had become strange since he entered here. Although the white mist is very thin, it is impossible to see things in the distance, and the line of sight can only be gathered in a small area. When he stood there and looked back at the road, he was surprised to find that the road was gone. And here it is difficult to look in other directions, Ji Ping was frightened, and his heart became flustered.

After a while, Ji Ping tried his best to calm down, and his thoughts became clearer, thinking: "Since it is the road I have walked, there will definitely be some clues left, saying that the few people in black just now can go out safely, then there must be something to guide me that I haven't discovered yet." Thinking of this, I am even more convinced that I will definitely be able to find a way out. It was only a moment later that he began to be disappointed. For some reason, the ground was so clean that there was not a single footprint to be found, and there was no place for déjà vu, everything was so natural, as if no one had ever been there. But Ji Ping still didn't give up, kept walking, and kept looking for the direction to go out.

I don't know how long it was, but the last light through the mist was gone, and the whole forest was plunged into total darkness. From time to time, the neighing of wild beasts could be heard in the distance, which was particularly piercing in this silent mountain forest.

At this time, Ji Ping was already exhausted, and sweat soaked his sleeves. The cold mountain breeze blew, which added a little coolness. Ji Ping tightened the clothes on his body, sat down with his back against a towering ancient tree, and then the nerves that had been tense relaxed a lot, and bursts of sleepiness hit his heart.

"Rustle...... Sand...... Sizzle"

Ji Ping, who was drowsy, quickly stood up from the mountain, quickly took out the fire fold in his arms, and ignited the dry fallen leaves in front of him. The faint light of the fire beats happily.

With this faint firelight, Ji Ping saw clearly what was in front of him. I saw dense snakes, surging towards here like a tide. Ji Ping subconsciously wanted to run backwards, but when he turned around, he was desperate to find that there were already snake mountains and snakes around him, and there was no way for him to escape.

Helplessness and despair can arouse a person's fighting spirit to survive. Ji Ping quickly lit up all the dead leaves around him, and suddenly the blazing fire illuminated the surroundings, and the rolling heat wave rushed in front of him, and instantly evaporated Ji Ping's sweat-soaked clothes.

The snakes around them stopped in front of the wall of fire, baring their small, sharp fangs, spitting out scarlet tongues and making a "hissing" sound. The colorful patterns on the body, under the illumination of the firelight, look particularly charming. The serpent leaned back, like a fully drawn bow and arrow, and maintained a posture of charging at any time.

Ji Ping leaned against the ancient tree, and the long sword on his body had already been removed, revealing a cold sword body, tightly held in a slightly trembling hand.

"-" A shrill sound came from a distance, and Ji Ping could hear it clearly. The snake on the ground that was still outside the wall of fire just now rushed towards Ji Ping like an arrow from the string, crossing the wall of fire and rushing towards Ji Ping frantically.

The long sword in Ji Ping's hand flew, wrapping his body impermeable, and where the cold light of the long sword reached, a snake was cut in half and fell to the ground. In just a moment, a thick layer of snake corpses had piled up in front of him. Ji Ping was anxious, the exercises he learned on weekdays were okay for people, but there was really no way to deal with the tactics of thousands of poisonous snakes that were not afraid of death. Besides, when the manpower is exhausted, will he finally be buried in the belly of this snake? Unwilling! Unwilling!

"--Hiss-" Another shrill sound came from the distance, and the snakes suddenly stopped attacking, looking a little dazed.

At this moment, Ji Ping's long sword flew, and quickly knocked out the wall of fire in front of him, and the raging flames fell among the snakes, and then ignited the dead leaves on the ground, and burned again, and the snakes dodged one after another, and there was a riot for a while.

Ji Ping no longer had the panic at the beginning, he jumped up with a long roar, the black qi around his body gradually increased, and the Yanluo Obstruction Body Method was unfolded, and his body moved forward like light smoke, and then fell heavily to the ground. Ji Ping had long forgotten the pain in his body, got up, and still followed this method, jumping up again, falling, and so on dozens of times. Ji Ping felt that he was far away from the snakes before he stopped.

Ji Ping, who stopped, jumped onto an ancient tree that was more than a foot thick, and was physically and mentally exhausted at this time.