Standing at the foot of the Shouyang Mountain Range, Mo Zhiyao looked at this vast mountain range that spread to the end of his sight, and a touch of shock appeared in his eyes.

A layer of black mist shrouded most of the Shouyang Mountain Range. And, the deeper you go, the thicker the black mist becomes.

Mo Zhiyao's eyes narrowed for a moment, and in the black mist, he clearly felt an almost death-like annihilation fluctuation. It wasn't a fog at all, it was...... Dead air!

Mo Zhiyao released his spiritual sense, and then extended it with a strange sense. After a moment, a hot look appeared in his eyes. Although it was the first time he had come to this Shouyang Mountain Range, Mo Zhiyao was able to accurately determine the location of the Death Swamp. Strictly speaking, it's to determine the location of the Devouring Swamp. Because there, there is a spiritual power mark left by the Nine Tribulations Ancestor back then. With that spiritual power marker, Mo Zhiyao could find the Life-Devouring Swamp Spirit with unmistakable accuracy.

Standing high in the sky, Mo Zhiyao could see that below at this moment, there were countless dense figures, constantly entering the Shouyang Mountain Range. The noise rose to the sky, and even the rich black mist was diluted a lot. In the distant sky, bursts of wind-breaking sounds sounded one after another, and figures shot in. And almost all of these cultivators are the peak of the Nine Stripes!

With such a huge number of powerhouses, even with Mo Zhiyao's temperament, he couldn't help but be a little shocked. The attraction of this swamp of death is evident from this.

"Whew....... After exhaling lightly, Mo Zhiyao's body moved, falling from the sky, and blending into the sea of people below. This is just the Shouyang Mountain Range, there is no need to rush into it in such a hurry, it is better to observe first.

Falling into the crowd, Mo Zhiyao did not deliberately inquire about anything, but pricked up his ears and took the sounds of conversation around him into his ears.

As Mo Zhiyao expected, the crowd here was all about this death swamp and the strong people who came here.

"I heard that the disciple sent by the Giant Spirit Sect this time is the most outstanding Yue Shan among the disciples of this class. And the one sent by the Fire God Palace was Yanyang. These two little guys are said to have touched the edge of the metamorphosis realm, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are half-step metamorphosis. ”

"Cut, what is that? I heard that the disciple sent by the Spirit Sword Pavilion this time is the closed disciple of the Spirit Sword Pavilion Master, Chu Xing'er. I heard that she is now only one step away from being able to break through to the realm of incarnation. Even if she doesn't come here, it won't take long for her to successfully break through, and it is rumored that the Spirit Sword Pavilion has already designated her as the next pavilion master. ”

"Alas, the five places in the center of the Death Swamp have always been occupied by the three of them. It seems that this time is no exception. ”

"Don't think about that quota, just your little ability, even if you get it, do you dare to go in? I'm afraid that you won't wait for a breakthrough, and you'll die there first. ”

"Yes, the deepest part of the Death Swamp is dead, but it is quite thick, and those who don't have two brushes will be dead if they go in. It's nice for us to be out there. ”

"Hey, you say, who can grab the remaining two spots this time?"

"If you want me to say, the biggest chance should be that ghost-faced Likong, some time ago I heard that that Likong seems to be fighting with a single-striped powerhouse in the early stage of metamorphosis, and in the end he actually beat the other party to serious injuries. If it weren't for that guy's speed, he would have to save his life. ”

"I've also heard about this, I can almost kill a metamorphosis powerhouse with the cultivation of nine patterns breaking through the sky, that ghost face is really fierce enough. ”

"Yanyang, Yue Shan, Chu Xing'er, and that ghost face is in the sky. Mo Zhiyao's eyebrows twitched, it seems that these people are not ordinary strong. Fighting beyond the level is easy to say, but there are very few that can really do it.

While listening to the surrounding discussions, Mo Zhiyao followed the flow of people towards the depths of the Shouyang Mountain Range. And at this moment, a clear sword roar suddenly resounded from the distant sky. At the moment, countless eyes around are attracted to the past. Mo Zhiyao also turned his gaze and looked in that direction.

I saw that in the distant sky, a golden streamer, like a sky-breaking sword, shot straight out, and that posture seemed to tear the entire canopy open.

Concentrating his eyes, Mo Zhiyao saw that it was a slender and graceful girl's figure.

The girl is wearing a cyan long skirt, which sets off her convex and concave moving body, a perfect melon seed face, and a pair of jewel eyes, which makes people a little unable to take their eyes off it. Three thousand green silks like a waterfall fall from the fragrant shoulders. Delicate face, skin as white as snow, smoke eyebrows like dai. Between the flow of eyes, there is a kind of touching charm.

Beneath the girl's jade feet was a golden sword in its long sheath. Although the divine blade was hidden in the scabbard, the fierce aura could not be concealed. And the spiritual fluctuations that permeate it also represent its quality, and it is shocking that it is a chaos-level spiritual treasure!

"That's Chu Xing'er of the Spirit Sword Pavilion!" The girl's appearance immediately caused a burst of exclamations. Mo Zhiyao's eyes sharpened slightly, this woman's cultivation, as everyone said just now, is really only a thin layer of window paper from the realm of transformation. Looking at this appearance, even if she doesn't come to this Shouyang Mountain Range, she will be able to break through smoothly in a few months.

Retracting his gaze towards Chu Xing'er, Mo Zhiyao followed the flow of people and walked towards the depths of the Shouyang Mountain Range. And that Chu Xing'er was a jade-footed sword, and continued to gallop forward as if no one was around.

The crowds of people, after reaching a certain range, stopped one after another. At this moment, there is less than a stick of incense before the opening time of the January period, and everyone is waiting for that time to come.

Actually, this time does not have to be observed. However, after so many years of continuation, it has become an unwritten rule, and everyone will enter the death swamp of the Shouyang Mountain Range together when that hour comes.

The time of a stick of incense is fleeting, and when that moment finally arrives, the entire surging crowd gathered here suddenly riots!

"Rush!"

Countless figures rose to the sky, like locusts in transit, covering the sky and the sun, and frantically swept towards the depths of the Shouyang Mountain Range. It's a spectacular scene.

In Mo Zhiyao's half-squinted eyes, a wisp of essence flashed by, and as soon as his body moved, the whole person directly turned into a blurred streamer, tearing through the crowd and rushing straight towards the depths of the mountain range.

Countless figures, like torrents across the sky, poured into the Shouyang Mountain Range.

In the ancient forest, towering giant trees abound, reaching into the sky. It is also quite strange that these trees can survive in this environment that is surrounded by dead air all year round.

And in this vast primeval forest, which seems to have no bounds, there are violent roars from time to time. Those are all sent by the demon beasts who are the aborigines here.

From the mouth of the Nine Tribulation Ancestor, Mo Zhiyao also learned some news about this place. In this Shouyang Mountain Range, there are countless demon beasts entrenched. And perhaps because of the death qi that is filled here, the demon beasts in this mountain range can only transform into human bodies after cultivating to the realm of incarnation. But the degree of such violence and ferocity is far greater than that of the same level of powerhouses in the outside world.

These demon beasts have adapted to the death aura here, so they can't leave. But because of this, they are extremely hostile to the human powerhouses who enter this Shouyang Mountain Range. Therefore, if you want to rush to the deepest death swamp, these demon beasts are tantamount to tigers blocking the way. In the past, most of the people who entered here were powerhouses in the realm of incarnation, and these demon beasts didn't dare to be too presumptuous. However, from this moment on, within a month, those who entered the Shouyang Mountain Range were all at the void breaking level below the metamorphosis, which also made those demon beasts extremely excited, and they planned to vent the nest qi they received on weekdays.

"Whew!"

At this moment, somewhere in this Shouyang Mountain Range, Mo Zhiyao looked indifferently at the demon beast that looked like a fierce tiger in front of him. This demon beast has colorful hair on its body, a threaded horn on its forehead, a tail like a steel whip, and a curved barb at the end, and even the air is torn apart when it swings. The aura emanating from the whole body is shocking the strength of the peak of the metamorphosis.

"I have just entered the Shouyang Mountain Range, and I have encountered this kind of demon beast of cultivation, if I continue to go deeper, I don't know how strong the demon beast will be. Mo Zhiyao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in his heart. In this Shouyang Mountain Range, it is really quite dangerous.

"Since you came to the door on your own initiative, I can't blame you. Mo Zhiyao shrugged his shoulders, and his body was at its peak, in his eyes now, he really didn't have any threat.

Hearing Mo Zhiyao's words, the tiger-like demon beast suddenly opened its mouth wide, let out an earth-shattering roar, and then moved and rushed over. The tail with barbs behind him, with a terrifying force that tore the world apart, thrust towards Mo Zhiyao.

"Boom!"

The tiger's tail slammed into the ground, and the rubble shot out, and a huge crack spread along the ground. However, Mo Zhiyao's figure has long since disappeared.

"Big guy, here!"

A faint voice sounded above the head of the tiger-like demon beast, and Mo Zhiyao's figure appeared, and then his eyes sharpened, and his palms bent into claws, and then tore through the void, and lightning fell on the tiger-like demon beast's heavenly spirit cover.

Mo Zhiyao's fingers, like five steel guns, slashed into the head of the tiger-like demon beast, and the hot blood suddenly shot out. At the same time, the viper-like black air flowed down Mo Zhiyao's fingers and quickly burrowed into the head of the tiger-like demon beast.

"Roar!"

The terrible screams suddenly resounded. However, no matter how frantically it struggled, it couldn't get rid of Mo Zhiyao's hand of death. With the latter's current strength, it is too easy to deal with it.

In just a short period of time, a tiger-like demon beast with a huge body and the strength of the peak cultivation of the body was in Mo Zhiyao's hands, turning into a puff of ashes!