The starry night is low, and the lonely peak is cold and lonely.

Duan Hengku sat on the boulder, blending in with the night.

When time passed, the moment the midnight came, the two drops of spiritual dew did not slow down, and fell on the top of his head one after another, and there was still nothing surprising in this process.

But the next scene was enough to surprise anyone.

Those two drops of spiritual dew actually flashed slightly at the center of Duan Heng's eyebrows, revealing traces for a moment, like two points of starlight, blending into the center of his eyebrows.

This completely broke the common sense that Linglu could not see with his eyes.

However, Duan Heng didn't know about it at the moment, or if he knew, he wouldn't pay any attention to it, and even at this time, he didn't have the idea of deliberately absorbing spiritual dew in his heart.

And such an indifferent state, but invisibly, the effect of Linglu absorption was expanded several times.

To be honest, Duan Heng never thought of this.

Six months ago, on the one hand, he was trying to cooperate with Luo Qingniang and keep a low profile, so that people couldn't tell who Luo Qingniang was, and on the other hand, he liked the feeling of emptiness after absorbing the spirit dew, so he sat all day and night, instead of pretending to be stupid or pretending to be a ghost.

But gradually, he felt the benefits of this behavior, because of the long-term maintenance of his state of mind, coupled with the effect of spiritual dew, he felt that his perception became more and more sensitive, whether it was the whispers of Xu Meng and others in the distance, or the changes in the mountain wind, or the ups and downs of the sea of clouds, they were all clear in his chest.

This feeling was so mysterious that Duan Heng had to forget that he was under house arrest here.

This continued, and his perception, or that so-called psionic sense, was faintly increasing, but it was not obvious, and in fact he never desperately thought about how much he wanted to raise his senses.

Until midnight a month ago, when he absorbed two drops of spiritual dew as always, for some reason, he suddenly blessed his soul, and in an instant, his perception seemed to burst out suddenly, and it was suddenly extended out of the mountains and mountains, across the world.

Although it was only for a moment, it was definitely unforgettable for Duan Heng, and among them, what really excited him was that at that moment, under this lonely peak, he sensed a wisp of sword evil.

At that time, Duan Heng didn't think much about it, he just thought it was good, because in the strange conversation that remained in his mind, he was required not to transform ordinary evil qi before entering the county throne, except for the sword demon.

And Duan Heng still remembered the spirit soldier dagger he lost before, you must know that his spirit soldier dagger, its sharpness has long surpassed the Qinglin Iron Long Knife, if it is in terms of value, tens of thousands of immortal stones are no problem.

Therefore, since that night, Duan Heng has used his spiritual sense to sense the slightest hint of sword fire that seems to exist all day.

Of course, he didn't suspect that this was an illusion, after all, this thing is not a bad street, and it must meet various conditions before it can appear.

For example, the sword in Mangshan Mountain, which was completely controlled by the Sniper Demon Sanctuary, Duan Heng only got such a wisp when he met by fate, and if he was an outsider, he would not have that chance at all.

Of course, the Sniper Sanctuary experiments with its own sword, that's another story.

Therefore, it is not just a random mountain peak, and there will be a sword attack.

In the following, Duan Heng even once recognized that this was his illusion, because for more than ten days, he never sensed the ethereal sword brake again, until he was forced to give up and no longer think about it, and then in another midnight, he sensed the elusive sword brake again.

This time, his spiritual sense did not explode, but he did sense it, and it was more stable than before.

He could even sense that the sword was emanating from the center of the earth that was so deep that it was not many feet deep beneath this lonely peak.

Moreover, this wisp of sword swords is definitely different from the swords in Mangshan.

If the sword in Mangshan is just a fetus that has not yet been formed, then the sword in the lonely peak here is an old man who does not know how many years he has experienced, vast, vast, and simple, this is the feeling of Duan Heng.

In addition, the sword in Mangshan is very cold, making people feel that they have been bitten by a poisonous snake if they are not careful, or even by a demon, in short, it is very deadly.

However, the ancient and vast sword in the lonely peak here does not have that feeling, it is like an eternal star, hanging in the night sky forever.

At first, Duan Heng was still very worried, but then he found that this worry was completely unnecessary, this was definitely not an ordinary sword brake, not a sword brake that could be perceived casually, it was thick, vast, and ancient.

Moreover, Duan Heng even vaguely felt that the ancient sword demon was a little picky about himself.

However, everything was okay next, just the night before Luo Qingniang made the choice to admit defeat, Duan Heng finally absorbed a little, a little, a little bit of the almost indescribable ancient sword through his perceptual spiritual sense.

At the moment of successful absorption, Duan Heng actually regretted it, he completely forgot that no matter how thick, vast, and harmless the sword felt like it, the essence of its core was still incomparably sharp!

Just a little bit is enough to kill everything.

Including his Duan Heng's small life, a hundred, ten thousand small lives, they can't withstand this little bit of ancient sword fire.

However, this may be the will of heaven, and the Immortal Ding meridians in Duan Heng's body were all sealed by the Kui Wood Demon King Yumeng with a secret method.

Originally, Duan Heng was immortal and eternal, so he didn't even want to break this seal, after all, Na Meng was the cultivation of the prime minister, and he was only one step away from entering the third level of cultivation.

For Duan Heng, what a powerful immortal cultivator this is!

Therefore, even Luo Qingniang, a person with the direct bloodline of the imperial family, had to give in and admit defeat in despair.

However, this Kuimu Demon King Yumeng's secret method seal, at this moment, has accidentally become Duan Heng's talisman.

That little bit of the Ancient Sword broke through like a divine weapon, and everywhere it passed, all the seals were instantly disintegrated, and in just a second, the secret method seal in Duan Heng's body was miraculously destroyed by about one-fifteenth.

It is conceivable that Duan Heng was surprised in his heart, and he originally planned to inform Luo Qingniang of this matter after some time.

But when the morning of the third day came, he heard the news that he had been permanently banished here, and Luo Qingniang chose to give in.

I have to say, this is really a big irony.

Fortunately, Duan Heng is not a sad person, let alone stupidly imagine framing the picture of the princess falling in love with a beggar, he even has to thank himself for being exiled here forever, who knows that after more than ten years, or decades later, he will be completely different.

But—

After comprehending the terrifying aspects of that ancient sword shatter, and not being in a hurry to leave here, Duan Heng also reformulated his plan, he must not act recklessly, the secret method seal in his body can only resist him fourteen more times, or even less, and he can't go to the Kui Wood Demon King Yumeng to re-tie himself again, and come to dozens of layers of secret method seals.

Therefore, it can only be done slowly.

And after some attempts, Duan Heng found that this primeval seal could not be transformed with immortal qi at all, which was very different from the sword demon in Mang Mountain.

However, when he absorbed the spiritual dew and his spiritual perception was greatly improved, this primeval sword demon would become a little gentler.

Therefore, Duan Heng came to the conclusion that in order to subdue this primeval sword demon, the strength of the spiritual sense was the primary condition.

Perhaps, he will have to be prepared for a long fight.

The stars change, the sun rises and sets, the sea of clouds changes, and the plants and trees wither.

In the blink of an eye, another half a year has passed, Duan Heng has been consistent every day, never slackened, plus the two drops of spiritual dew absorbed at midnight every day, so that his spiritual sense continues to grow.

Compared to when he left Salted Fish Fort a year ago, it was at least twice as high, and the effect was even more exaggerated.

A year ago, he was able to cast his Psionic Sense on the throwing spear, and he was guaranteed not to miss a shot within 500 meters.

And now, he has been able to make sure that he will not miss a move within a thousand meters, in other words, no wind or grass within a thousand meters can hide his perception.

However, this is only a small change, and the real power lies in the spiritual suppression.

A year ago, he relied on spiritual suppression, so that Jing Sanniang could not avoid it, and passively withstood a shot from him. But the distance between the two men at that time was less than twenty meters.

If Jing Sanniang was standing thirty meters away at that time, he would not have been able to suppress his spiritual sense at all.

Therefore, Jing Sanniang was very unconvinced at that time, and Xu Meng also emphasized in his evaluation that the advantage of 'suitable for sneak attacks from behind' was emphasized.

Because if he were to fight head-on, what brain-dead enemy would allow Duan Heng to break into within twenty meters?

It is precisely because of this that although Luo Qingniang admires Duan Heng's spiritual sense, she also feels that his growth potential is far inferior to Su Weiyi.

After all, everyone has spiritual sense, some people are born with strong spiritual sense, and some people need to be cultivated.

Su Weiyi must be a natural spiritual powerhouse, which can be seen through his limited few shots, so if you add the cultivation of the day after tomorrow, the growth potential is unlimited.

So in Luo Qingniang's opinion, Su Weiyi is a bad wolf, and Duan Heng is just a dog that can bark.

Putting aside the irony or anything else, Duan Heng also agreed with this assessment, especially after he saw Su Weiyi's elusive aura magic attack with his own eyes.

How to dodge, he has always had a headache, because it is simply incomprehensible.

But now, Duan Heng has the confidence, and he finally understands how to dodge, yes, in the face of that kind of evil qi spell attack without warning, faster than lightning, the only thing he can rely on is a powerful spiritual sense.

It can be said that for immortal cultivators, a strong spiritual sense is even more important than the mastery of evil qi magic, because whether it is an attack or a sneak attack, or evasion or defense, the power of the spiritual sense is indispensable.

Further, in battle, whoever has a stronger spiritual sense will be able to suppress the opponent's spiritual sense, and then master the rhythm of the battle, which can be used to mobilize the whole body.

Duan Heng estimated that his current spiritual sense could already suppress opponents within one hundred and fifty meters, of course, it was limited to Jing Sanniang's level, and he was completely unsure whether he could suppress Su Weiyi.

However, there was one thing, Duan Heng was very puzzled, it stands to reason that half a year ago, Su Weiyi's spiritual sense should have been at least twice as powerful as him, but why didn't he sense the primeval sword under this lonely peak?

In this regard, Duan Heng thought hard for a long time, and he could only attribute the reason to the fact that the guy was not pious enough, you must know that he sat on the boulder almost every day and night, and often had the illusion that the whole soul of the whole person was integrated with heaven and earth, this lonely peak.

In addition, there may be another reason, and that is the burst of spiritual awareness.

Duan Heng has stepped into this immortal cultivation realm for more than two years now, but the spiritual consciousness explosion he has experienced is only twice, the first time was in the mass grave castle, he witnessed the rising sun after absorbing the spiritual dew for the first time, and that moment was forever engraved in the depths of his soul.

The second burst of spiritual consciousness was in this lonely peak, which was clearer than the first, and his spiritual sense seemed to have traveled thousands of miles, but unfortunately it was only for a moment, and he couldn't even be sure if it was an illusion.

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