Mu Weiming spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at the third platform that had not changed in the slightest, closed his eyes, and began to breathe.

I didn't expect that everything just now turned out to be an illusion, and now whether to take this step or not, Mu Weiming had a trace of hesitation, because he couldn't make sure that what was next was not an illusion.

In particular, Shuzhou let him bombard almost without resistance, so that the illusion dissipated.

If everything is still an illusion now, and he can't tell it accurately, there are countless variables on the road ahead.

"Just think he's an illusion!"

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, Mu Weiming stepped on the third platform again.

This time, there was no black tornado, and there was no resentful swordsman, but in an instant, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, only to see the scorching sun hanging high, the yellow sand for thousands of miles, the undulating hills, and the boundless.

Ha!

One step out, Mu Weiming only felt the blazing heat hitting his body and burning his skin.

The purple jade lamp flashed coldly, and the extreme cold and freezing flowed, protecting the body and isolating all the blazing heat.

Walking on the yellow sand, Mu Weiming frowned, but after taking three steps, he stopped and showed a shocked look.

But seeing that the sand dunes under his feet turned into quicksand in an instant, swirling into a vortex, a terrifying suction appeared instantly, trying to suck him into the yellow sand.

"Ahh

With a long shout, Mu Weiming turned into a sword shadow and escaped, but before he landed, a huge sand vortex suddenly appeared under his feet.

One step of teleportation, the sand whirlpool under your feet reappeared, and the suction was terrifying!

What's going on?

Mu Weiming didn't understand how these sand whirls appeared, the suction power in them was completely beyond the reach of mortals, if it weren't for his strength improvement, I am afraid that he would have been sucked in at the beginning of his awareness, as for what the consequences would be, it was impossible to predict.

Suddenly, when Mu Weiming teleported to a space, the suction power of the yellow sand whirlpool that suddenly appeared under his feet was hundreds of times stronger than that of other whirlpools.

Not good!

Just as Mu Weiming was about to teleport again. Man has been sucked into the whirlpool of yellow sand!

Shattered Shadows!

Suddenly, a dazzling cold light erupted in the whirlpool of yellow sand that swirled at great speed, freezing the whirlpool instantly, and a cloud of cold light flew out of the frozen sand whirlpool, teleporting for hundreds of miles, and then the frozen sand whirlpool below disintegrated in an instant, returning to its original state!

"It can't go on like this!"

If there is no need to break the formation here, it is to travel through this infinite desert, and in that case, the only way is to keep accelerating. No more stops at any point.

In order to verify this idea, Mu Weiming reappeared in shape, stepped on the Qingxu Immortal Sword, turned the sword into blue light, and galloped away in the direction of his intuition!

Shout!

In an instant, the cyan sword qi in the sky flew by at an extremely fast speed, and huge sand whirlpools of yellow sand below appeared, like sand marks that had been stirred up in the sand sea.

Maintaining extreme speed, Mu Weiming had no danger all the way. Finally, nine days later, the sea of sand protrudes and enters an endless green grassland!

And here again?

Not understanding the situation of this grassland like a green sea, Mu Weiming hovered in the void, wanting to observe the situation.

But the grassland seems to have long been aware of Mu Weiming's arrival. In order to express their high respect and welcome, all the plants and trees began to grow wildly at the first time, as if they were about to completely obscure the heavens and the earth in the blink of an eye!

Not good!

Mu Weiming was shocked in his heart and drove Jian Yuan. Edgeworth gallops straight across the endless grasslands!

In the rear, the green grass is still growing wildly. Behind Mu Weiming, there is a terrifying green tsunami that is coming, and it wants to completely annihilate Mu Weiming.

"Is this an illusion or a formation?!"

Mu Weiming didn't know what else had changed in this green grassland, so he simply continued to flee as quickly as possible.

Nine days later, he said goodbye to the green tsunami and entered a dense forest, the forest has existed since ancient times, the rotten leaves on the ground have accumulated a thick layer, and the trees are all up to a hundred zhang, even a thousand zhang.

In such a forest, I am afraid that if a real giant comes here, it will be an ant-like existence.

Here's the trouble!

Mu Weiming hovered in the woods, looking at the black forest, unable to advance or retreat.

He tried to fly to the top of the tree, but the tree would rise as Mu Weiming lifted into the air, making it impossible for him to escape the confines of the forest.

The giant trees in the forest hindered Mu Weiming's speedworth, forcing him to descend back to the ground and slow down.

For a moment, Mu Weiming wanted to use his sword to cut off all the trees he encountered along the way, but thinking about their height, he just forgot it.

I don't know how much time it will take to cut it down like this, and I don't know what kind of accident it will cause.

One step at a time, Mu Weiming walked in the forest, and before he knew it, he had walked for nearly a month, and he had not yet found the key to leaving this forest.

After walking forward for another half a month, Mu Weiming stopped, because he found that a huge amount of Lin Miasma Qi had accumulated in his body at some point, and it was already on the verge of exploding.

So this is?

The evil forbidden yuan operated, and Mu Weiming smiled easily.

If it were other cultivators, I was afraid that it would be very troublesome to encounter this evil qi, but for Mu Weiming, who had cultivated the Evil Heaven Forbidden Record, these Lin Miasma evil qi were a very good tonic.

The evil evil forbidden yuan operated, and the forest miasma evil qi accumulated in the body was transformed into the evil evil forbidden yuan in just a few breaths, and at the same time, the forest miasma evil qi that was free around Mu Weiming's body was also absorbed.

These forest miasma qi had the ability to corrode the flesh and psychedelic nerves, and finally let the monk unknowingly escape the true yuan mana, fall into hallucination, and finally fall.

Knowing the attributes of this forest, Mu Weiming relaxed his vigilance a little, ran the evil forbidden yuan, and traveled all the way.

Three months later, Mu Weiming walked out of the forest with the purple jade lantern, and the evil forbidden yuan in his body naturally increased by several layers, and even in the last part of the forest, this forest was like taking the initiative to show the way and send Mu Weiming out.

"Ha, thank you very much!"

The moment he stepped out of the forest, before Mu Weiming could say thank you, the entire forest disappeared without a trace.

What appeared in front of Mu Weiming's eyes was the world where the wind was raging, and there were tornadoes in the wind here, and the power of them was no weaker than the black tornado he saw in the illusion.

Frowning slightly, the Qingxu Immortal Sword turned into a rainbow, Mu Weiming stepped on the Immortal Sword, and the Qinglian Sword Yuan exerted it with all his might, galloping with the sword in the wind!

In just a few breaths, Mu Weiming flew out more than 3,000 miles.

But is it really that simple?

Just as Mu Weiming was approaching the center of the wind gust, he saw sixteen huge tornadoes. The tornado flies sand and rocks, but all the boulders that are caught in it will be broken up into fine sand in a breath.

This decomposition force shows how powerful the centrifugal force within the tornado is, but within each of the sixteen tornadoes, there is a monk of immeasurable strength.

In the land of a hundred feet, the first monk in miscellaneous clothes opened his eyes, his gaze was like electricity, locking on Mu Weiming, and the terrifying killing intent came in an instant.

I didn't see how the monk moved, and three fingers of wind marks appeared in front of Mu Weiming's body, and he killed silently.

Void Lotus!

Qinglian is now empty. In an instant, the three-finger wind marks were removed and the crisis was eliminated.

The Qingxu Immortal Sword started, and Mu Weiming looked at the miscellaneous monk who came out of the wind.

In the midst of the raging wind, it was as if there was no such thing as a monk in the mixed clothes, and one step out seemed to be fast, as fast as wind power, and as slow as wind. Slow shadows.

Mu Weiming stood in place, his eyes blinking!

The Friars were in front of him!

One punch, space warp!

A tornado is coming!

However, whether it was the monk or the tornado. It's clearly a hundred feet away just now!

Qinglian is out of the dust!

Rumble!

The sword qi was rampant, Mu Weiming blocked the miscellaneous monk, and stirred up a violent tornado.

The strong impact made Mu Weiming feel unbalanced in an instant, and his body was about to be affected by the tornado.

Bad!

I just felt a little bad. The monk in the miscellaneous clothes had already arrived in front of him, and the powerful supernatural power seemed to be blasting out frantically without the need for mana true yuan, and without breathing!

Qinglian protects the body!

Qinglian out of the water!

A sword is faster than a sword. Mu Weiming fought fiercely with the Monk in the tornado, and the situation became more and more dangerous.

Especially since the mysterious monks inside the other tornadoes haven't made a move yet!

Is this the mood of the wind?

In the fierce battle, there were small winds around Mu Weiming's body, and these winds did not belong to the tornado, nor to the miscellaneous monks, but to Mu Weiming.

The artistic conception of the wind, the way of the wind?

It's close!

A sword followed the wind, and Mu Weiming injured the monk for the first time!

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Miscellaneous Monk, and his shot became even more aggressive, and a wind knife slashed at Mu Weiming's chest, and blood was dripping and flying out.

The speed of the tornado skyrocketed, and it was about to suck out all the blood in Mu Weiming's body.

Fortunately, Mu Weiming's body surface flow wind quickly strengthened at this moment, and at the same time, the variable speed blended into the wind, so that the impact of wind speed on him was minimized.

The fierce battle started again, and Mu Weiming and the monk in miscellaneous clothes fought more and more fiercely, but Mu Weiming had the support of ginseng fruit, and his injuries recovered very quickly, and with the comprehension of the artistic conception of the wind, he gradually tended to the artistic conception of the Tao, and Mu Weiming began to gradually gain the upper hand!

Finally, after six days of fierce fighting, Mu Weiming's fight with the Miscellaneous Monk was no longer clumsy.

"Do you think you'll win?"

Just when Mu Weiming thought that the Miscellaneous Monk would be defeated, the Miscellaneous Monk suddenly made a mockery, which made him stunned, but the power of the sword did not slow down at all.

"Poof!"

The Miscellaneous Monk failed to completely remove his sword qi, and spat out a mouthful of blood, but the sarcasm that looked at Mu Weiming became more and more intense, as if everything here contained a great conspiracy.

What exactly?!

Evil Palm!

Taking advantage of the Miscellaneous Monk's serious injury, Mu Weiming took advantage of the situation to condense the evil palm and hit the Miscellaneous Monk's body, directly blasting him into the extremely hard formation, in order to continue to weaken his strength and suppress the speed of his recovery from his injuries.

However, under such a severe injury, the sarcastic look of the Friar remained, as if he did not care about the injuries on his body.

I'm afraid he won't even care about the fall?

Is he a human being, or is he a spirit?

The doubts are still there, and the sword moves don't stop!

Glancing at the blood on the Miscellaneous Monk's body, and confirming that the Miscellaneous Monk was a human problem, the Qingxu Immortal Sword in Mu Weiming's hand burst out with a dazzling green light!

The best move is coming!

At this moment, the Friar dissipated the tornado and let go of his defenses.

He laughed, laughed weirdly, laughed horribly!(To be continued.) )