"Uh... Phew..."

Afternoon...

The clouds and mist are shrouded, the crows are crying back, and the mountains are deep.

The meal is full, the people turn on their backs, and take a lunch break.

How Xia Xun's cooking skills are, there must be nothing to say.

Even if it is as cold as ink, after eating most of the roast duck, I can't help but praise the word "good". As for the sleeping white horse, who was sleeping on the grass and had nothing to do, he woke up when he smelled the fresh fragrance, rubbed his neck and got up, and leaned over to find someone to ask for food.

Xia Xun saw this, how could he follow it?

This white horse is the spiritual object of the Huasheng Temple, and it has been a few years since the Sanzang Master realized the Tao, and he has already opened the spiritual aperture, and it is only a matter of time before the Jiao takes off. How dare Xia Xun allow it to open meat and break the Buddha's nature? Quickly hide the roast duck on the branches. But how can the greedy white horse care so much about you? Like a little fart who can't get food, it actually plays with its temper, turns into big white jade wings, and slaps it wildly, slaps a black smoke miasma, flies sand and rocks, and makes the big tree where the roast duck is hidden almost overturned by its roots.

In the end, he was forced to be helpless, Xia Xun had no choice but to compromise and mix the sour jam that was originally used as an adjunct for roast duck with Shangshan spring water and mix it into the grass that fed the horses, which could appease the white horse's greed and make it no longer go crazy.

The food was full, the fatigue came, and the white horse finally didn't toss anymore. rubbing his hooves, he obediently walked back to the haystack, and lay down lazily, thinking about the smell of the grass. And Xia Xun, who didn't sleep all night, was really tired, and hastily told Mo Xian a few key words, so he couldn't wait to fall asleep with his head on the saddle...

At this moment, only the seven-foot robe and the wind are blowing.

Tough, sharp, and sharp, he is like a lonely sword, unsheathed when it should be unsheathed, and standing alone on a hill when it should not be unsheathed. The lonely wind is weak, and the tide and fog cannot be dispersed. But Qingfeng is not afraid, so why not if the mountain is high?

Mo Xian has been worshipping under the Seven Stars since he was a child, and has been practicing Pure Yang Taoism with the seven deans for 20 years. Over the years, the three-foot blade on his back has been replaced several times, and he has encountered countless strong enemies and injured countless times, but he has not been defeated so far. Even if it is as strong as the Soul Chaser-Dijiang, under the disparity between the lion and the ant, it only hurts it, but cannot defeat it.

No defeat is no fear, no fear is invincible.

The arrogant and indifferent personality makes him see many things lightly and fearlessly. So much so that when Xia Xun cautiously reminded that corpses had been raised in the canyon, Mo Xian only replied with the word "okay". It can be seen that his indifferent confidence actually comes entirely from his trust in himself and the loneliness that has never been defeated.

And this loneliness is difficult for ordinary people to understand...

"Wow..."

"Uh... Phew..."

Pull out the blue edge out of the sheath, and hold a slight silver glow.

Mo Xian took a closer look at the formation map on the ground, and after confirming that the mountain terrain had been memorized, he took a step and fled into the mountain forest with the tide and wind, startling a nest of crows to fly.

It didn't take long, about half a quarter long...

"Buzz!"

A sword roar resounded through the mountains and forests.

Just in the direction of Mo Xian's escape into the mountain forest, straight to the foot of a majestic mountain range a few miles away, with the sound of the sword, a huge heavy sword sword shadow suddenly appeared! The sword body was like an ice sculpture silver, and the sword momentum became a dragon descending, and with the appearance of the sword shadow, this mountain forest that had been buried for an unknown number of years was finally broken down.

"Boom..."

The shadow of the sword waved, and the momentum became a sword and axe to slash wildly, the sword rose and fell, the grass and trees flew, and the solid stone shattered. The sword roaring mountain forest is like a dragon roaring in the nine heavens, startling the birds and beasts in the mountains within a radius of several miles, fearing that the end of the world, blowing up their hairs, running for their lives, and fleeing from the source of the mountains!

Suddenly...

Thousands of mountains and birds flew away, and thousands of beasts fled.

The animals in the mountains and forests a little farther away were also disturbed by the great movement, and they poked their heads out of their nests. But seeing the silver giant sword shadow, it was like an incomparably fierce devouring beast, frantically destroying the mountains in the southeast, and as the sword shadow passed, the mountains, trees, mud and rocks were all withered and depleted! In just a few dozen breaths, the originally dense mountain range had been gnawed at a small piece of the mountain. Looking at the birds and beasts that were fleeing frantically, the birds and beasts in the distance panicked, and some of them couldn't help but pull out their legs and turn around and follow the group.

The beasts of the mountains were in turmoil and were making noise everywhere.

At the same time, there is only one place that is extremely calm, out of step with the surrounding atmosphere...

That's the fog, the canyon.

There was silence behind the fog, as empty as nothing, very gloomy.

The birds and beasts hidden in the canyon seemed to be completely unable to hear or see the movement outside, and no sound came from inside, let alone any birds and beasts fleeing in shock. What's even more strange is the frightened birds and beasts outside the canyon. No matter how panicked and embarrassed they fled, none of the birds and beasts chose to escape into the fog of the canyon from beginning to end, and even the escape route was far away from the canyon. It feels as if behind this fog, there seems to be a more terrifying existence, and if you cross the line, you will die.

"Wow..."

"Chirp!!"

“......”

Time passes, bit by bit...

Dusk is approaching, the beasts are retreating, and the mountains and forests are silent.

The shadow of the sword is still the same, the peacock opens the bottle, and the tree destroys the stone.

The silver-white sword domain, just like a pair of scissors for trimming flowers, cut all the way up from the foot of the mountain, cut out a bare path, and steadily pushed closer to the top of the mountain. Regarding the abnormal situation on the other side of the canyon, Mo Xian in the Sword Domain had already paid attention to it, but there was no abnormal color. Because, this is exactly what Xia Xun expected. As he said, in the canyon, the yin qi is very tidal, cold as snow and frost, which is a sign that there is already a corpse formation. The corpse qi is yin, and the evil is a beast. The birds and beasts belong to the yang, and they are born with a keen sense of spirit, and after so many years of being with the corpse, whether it is the breath or the omen, it will more or less make them alert to the existence in the canyon.

Over time, taboos have formed.

However, taboos are only taboos.

No matter how terrible the corpse is, it is only the evil spirit of the land, and it is natural for the beasts to be afraid of it, but why should the birds of the sky be afraid of it?

"Wow..."

Thinking about this, Mo Xian suddenly felt a cool breeze on his back, and a few hairs stood up slightly.

The sword eyebrows were raised, and the right hand that waved the sword couldn't help but secretly increase the strength of a few points, and quickly launched several swords to cut down the last few old locust trees on the top of the mountain.

"Whoo!"

"Knock knock!!"

"Whew~"

The shadow of the sword swept, and the trees collapsed.

Behind the locust tree on the top of the mountain is the cliff, the cliff in front of it, there is no obstruction, the sight is open and cheerful, and the jungle is in full view.

At this point, Mo Xian only relied on the three-foot Qingfeng, and spent half a day to finally put a flat path several feet wide from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top of the mountain. Looking down from the sky, the bare mountain road for several miles is like a brown chopstick, abandoned in the ravine.

And with that, the wind howling...

The cool breeze then turned to the cold wind, and it became colder. From below the mountains, the valley was covered in tidal mist. It came strangely, for no reason, only to see the wind rise and not see the tide and fog moving. It's like a huge balloon, which has been poked open by life, and the endless gas imprisoned in the balloon is rushing out of the mountain along the newly dug mountain road, from the bottom to the top!

"Whew~"

"Huhu~"

Wind, strong.

Blowing up the robes and flying.

Being on the top of the mountain, with the cold wind on his back, and looking far away from the cliff.

The other side of the mountain forest is still a mountain forest, but it is different from the one behind it. The main thing is that it is damp in the air and is no longer cold.

And the sky in the west also has a beam of golden sunshine than in the back. The sun was dazzling, not scorching, and slightly mild in the cold wind, it pierced through the mountain clouds and mist, and gently sprinkled on the blade of the Qingfeng sword, reflecting the cold light of three feet. Without stopping, it immediately crossed the blade of the sword, like a golden halberd of the god of war, falling from the sky, swift and sharp! Along the gap in the jungle that Mo Xian had just dug up, and in the face of the fierce cold wind that rushed up the mountain, it swooped down! All of a sudden, it crossed thousands of miles, silently piercing into the canyon, in the tide and mist.

"Poof. ”

Qingfeng returned to the sheath with the sun in the wind, and Mo Xian turned his face slightly sideways, following the trend of the sun, looking into the canyon.

There was a faint calmness in his indifferent gaze, but there was a hint of unknown war intent in the calm. It was as if, in the dark, he could feel that in the depths of the canyon in front of him, at the end of the fog, in a place that no one could see now, there was something silently watching, waiting for him.

It's not a guess.

It is a kind of subconscious that is unique to human beings before the crisis comes. It's like ants nesting in trees before a rainstorm, livestock fleeing before an earthquake, and shoals before a tsunami before the tide recedes. The catastrophe of life and death is coming, and the number of lives will change, and there will inevitably be some signs in the return of the Heavenly Dao.

It's just that for such a ray of bad omen, Mo Xian is not the first to feel it.

And the first to feel...

Yes, Xia Xun.