Billowing black gas, rising like wolf smoke, sealing the clouds and locking the sun. The earth is trembling wildly, and cracks are like the mouths of demons, which are terrifying.

The pitch-black smoke, intertwined with each other, connected into one piece, swept out overwhelmingly. In the end, it turned into a huge black smoke screen of nearly tens of thousands of feet, like a waterfall pouring down from nine days, standing between heaven and earth, completely enveloping the death swamp in front of it.

"These black smokes are all dead air!" Looking at the shocking scene in front of him, even with Mo Zhiyao's temperament, he couldn't help but turn blue.

Black Death Curtain, although Mo Zhiyao heard this name for the first time, the scene in front of him, as well as the noise around him, also made him guess the approximate situation. The black smoke screen between heaven and earth in front of him should be the so-called black death curtain.

"It's really unlucky, how could the black curtain of death appear in this position this time?

"Who knows what's going on! In this way, won't we even be able to enter the swamp of death this time?"

"Damn, I knew this, why did Lao Tzu fight so hard to get to this position? Isn't it the same outside?"

"Alas, I don't know who will break through this time. ”

“...............”

Listening to the surrounding discussions, the look in Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly flickered. It seems that this black curtain is the level that can filter out the places that can enter the deepest part of the death swamp. It's just that in the past, this black curtain of death should have appeared in the depths of the Death Swamp, but this time, I don't know what happened, it was actually on the edge of the Death Swamp, and it broke out.

At this moment, the shaking tremor of the mountains in this area had gradually calmed down with the formation of the black death curtain. In the surrounding mid-air, some figures also began to gather over.

Mo Zhiyao stood in the air, his eyes slowly swept around, and he found that the many strong people gathered here were probably about a thousand people. It's just that these people have a look of despair and helplessness on their faces at the moment, and it seems that they all know that with their own strength, they can't break through the black curtain in front of them. Therefore, they all stood far away from the dark curtain of death.

Mo Zhiyao's gaze extended, and he found that in the farthest place, there were several figures, standing in the air, facing the amazing black curtain of death.

Among those figures, one of them was none other than Chu Xing'er of the Spirit Sword Pavilion who had met before. Mo Zhiyao's gaze stayed on Chu Xing'er's body for a moment, and then he moved away and looked at the other figures.

Far to the left of Chu Xing'er was a young man in a red robe. The young man was slender, with long black hair scattered behind him, he looked handsome, but he exuded an evil spirit, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slightly raised made him look a little bewitching. But there's no denying that it has some peculiar charm.

At this moment, the young man's eyes were looking at Chu Xing'er on the side, and there was a touch of heat and admiration in the depths of his eyes. It's just that Chu Xing'er was unmoved by his kind of gaze, as if he hadn't noticed it.

A little farther away, standing in the air was a big man with a burly and strong body that made the eyeballs cramp. The big man was bare-chested, and his bulging muscles were full of explosive power. That kind of power seems to be able to easily shake the heavens and the earth. Compared to him, Mo Zhiyao seemed to be a baby.

On the face of the big man, there was a seemingly innocent smile. However, the occasional flash of essence in its eyes showed that it was by no means as rough as it appeared on the surface.

And on the other side of Chu Xing'er, there stood a young man in gray clothes. The young man's face was covered with a ghost-patterned mask, which made him feel more gloomy.

Mo Zhiyao could see that among the people standing at the forefront, the cultivation strength of these four people was the strongest. The aura that permeated their bodies fluctuated, and they were extremely majestic. Especially that Chu Xing'er and the young man in red, they were shocked to already belong to the kind of half-step metamorphosis level that touched the metamorphosis barrier.

If you look at it purely from the level of cultivation, Mo Zhiyao's cultivation that has just stepped into the threshold of the Nine Patterns Breaking the Sky can be said to be a world of difference compared to those two people. Of course, as for the real combat power, it is naturally another matter.

As for the identities of the other three people besides Chu Xing'er, Mo Zhiyao also guessed eight or nine. The young man in red should be the hot sun of the Fire God Palace, and the big man who is as strong as a little giant should be Yue Shan of the Giant Spirit Gate. As for the last person with the ghost mask, naturally the ghost face is empty.

In addition to these four people, there are several figures, who are also standing at the forefront of the black death curtain. All of them are also fierce and have extraordinary strength. However, compared to Chu Xing'er and them, they are much worse.

His gaze slowly swept through the group of people, and then Mo Zhiyao's footsteps moved, and he walked towards there. Then in front of the dark curtain of death, stand still.

And as Mo Zhiyao stepped out, many eyes in this space immediately converged, and at that moment, bursts of surprise sounded quietly.

"Who is this kid? I've never seen it before. ”

"I don't know, I haven't seen it either. I don't know where it came from, I don't know how thick the sky is, does he still want to try to pass through the black curtain of death?"

"Hey, this kind of fool who can't help himself, there will be no shortage of them at any time. The death aura in the black curtain of death is quite thick, how can it be so easy to break through? ”

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For the surrounding discussions, Mo Zhiyao was as if he hadn't heard it, and his face was still indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation.

Ahead, the eyes of Chu Xing'er and the others also looked over because of Mo Zhiyao's approach. However, after a faint glance, they all took it back. Come to think of it, in their hearts, they also hold the same ideas as others.

"Xing'er, this black curtain is not a threat to you, though. However, those dead gases are really annoying, why don't we join forces with the two of us? Yan Yang, who was dressed in a red robe, had an evil smile on his face, and his steps moved, and he came to Chu Xing'er's side not far away, and then said with a smile.

Hearing this, Chu Xing'er, who was stepping on the sword with jade feet, turned her beautiful eyes, glanced at Yan Yang indifferently, and then said lightly: "No." ”

When the words fell, Chu Xing'er no longer gave Yan Yang a chance to speak, and tapped the long sword under his feet with his toes. Suddenly, a sword qi that was so powerful that it seemed to be able to tear through the entire sky burst out from under its feet, and the clear sound of the sword roar resounded through the nine heavens.

The moving sword rayed from the Netherworld, slashed through nothingness, and then fell on the black curtain of death in front of it. Suddenly, the black waterfall composed of terrifying death qi was directly under the gaze of many shocked eyes, and a huge crack was torn apart!

The crack appeared, Chu Xing'er did not hesitate, the graceful figure moved, and the delicate body crossed a graceful arc in mid-air, and then rushed into it. In the next moment, its figure disappeared into the thick black dead air.

And the moment Chu Xing'er broke into the black curtain of death, the crack that was torn apart by the sword light was healing at an astonishing speed, not giving others a chance at all.

Seeing that Chu Xing'er was the first to break into the black curtain of death, the evil smile on Yan Yang's face was slightly restrained. It's just that the heat in his eyes is getting more and more intense. A low murmur that no one heard came out of his mouth: "Chu Xing'er, one day, I will let you lie obediently in my arms." None of the women I fire demon Yanyang fancy can escape. ”

The footsteps tapped into the void, and the body of the hot sun shot up, and then the slender palm stretched out, and the fiery red spiritual power that was so majestic that it changed the color of the heavens and the earth surged out from its palm, and then turned into a big hand.

Above the big hand, the spiritual power surged, like magma flowing, and the temperature between this heaven and earth suddenly soared, and the air around it seemed to be evaporated at this moment.

Then, the magma hand brought a piercing roar that filled the sky, and fell heavily on the black curtain of death.

"Whew!"

The moment the two came into contact, billowing smoke rose up. The rich death qi in the black curtain of death, under the magma hand, was suddenly evaporated into nothingness. The whole black curtain of death trembled violently because of this.

"Humph!"

A smug smile lifted into Yan Yang's face, and then his figure shot out, closely following the magma hand, and rushed into the black curtain of death.

"Hehe, since they are all in, then Lao Tzu can't be left behind!" It was Yue Shan of the Giant Spirit Gate who started immediately after the hot sun.

As the words fell, Yue Shan's mountain-like body shook suddenly, and then the gray-white vast spiritual power rose up to the sky, enveloping its body.

The spiritual power that had been condensed to the point of almost substance kept squirming and condensing on the surface of Yue Shan's body, and then swelled up, and in the next moment, it turned into a huge round meteorite with uneven craters on the surface!

After the meteorite was formed, it rushed out, and smashed straight into the black curtain in front of it in an extremely arrogant attitude. The terrifying force rubbed the space it passed through into a series of sparks, turning into a long and brilliant tail of fire behind it.

"Boom!"

A deep voice that shook his heart sounded, and the meteorite that Yue Shan had turned into rushed into the black curtain of death, and then disappeared.

What Yue Shan did after that was the ghost face was empty. Li Kong didn't speak, his body was vertical, and under his hand, a long black knife appeared from his hand. Then, with a wave of his arm, he suddenly slashed down at the black death curtain in front of him!

"Boom!"

The sword flickered, and the black sword seemed to be able to cut through this void, and it swept down at an astonishing speed, and then slashed at the black curtain of death like lightning. Suddenly, a huge crack emerged. Then, without the slightest hesitation, Li Kong's figure flickered, and he rushed into it.