Above the nine heavens, the clouds and mist filled the vastness, like a white sea hanging upside down above the sky.

Above the heavy clouds, a red lark that was as fast as lightning pulled a long, bright gap in the white snow-white clouds.

On the back of a fast-moving red lark sat a slightly thin figure.

This person is Yang Hao, and the destination of this trip is naturally the Tiankeng Demon Cave in the extreme north of the Southern Region, calculating the time, today is the tenth day that Yang Hao left the Seven Xuanzong.

At this rate, it is estimated that the time will be almost as close to dusk today, and you will be able to reach your destination.

The hunting wind roared, even though Yang Hao set up an aura shield in front of him, although it blocked the wind whistle like a sword, but this cold temperature like being in an ice cellar could not be stopped by relying on the aura.

Spit out an arrow of cold cold qi from his mouth, Yang Hao woke up from the process of cultivation, and looked at the white expanse under his eyes, suddenly showing an unprecedented loneliness.

And Yang Hao was quite uncomfortable with this extreme sense of loneliness, so he controlled the red lark to fly towards a low altitude.

When the clouds were broken, everything in front of Yang Hao suddenly became clear, and as his gaze leaned forward, a shocked look suddenly appeared in his eyes.

In the distance of Yang Hao's line of sight, there was the most marginal position in the Southern Regions, and under the gray and strange mist, there was a black scorched earth plain that could not be seen at a glance as if it had been burned by thunder and fire.

And on the plain, there are countless huge craters that seem to have been smashed by meteorites, and this endless black crater constantly emits a faint strange magic smoke to the outside world, looking down from the sky, it looks like the pitch-black suction cup on the tentacles of an octopus makes the scalp tingle.

Looking at the land of heavenly punishment that exuded a thick dead silence, Yang Hao muttered.

"This is the Tiankeng Demon Cave!"

Tiankeng Demon Cave, according to the records of the books in the Seven Xuan Sect, in ancient times, this was the place where a transcendent sect called the Sword Casting Holy Gate was located.

At that time, half of the artifacts in the Tianxuan Continent were made by the Sword Casting Holy Gate, and as a result, many behemoths maintained a very close relationship with the Sword Casting Holy Gate in order to get their favorite divine soldiers.

Even many giants promised huge benefits and asked the Holy Gate Master to take action personally.

In this way, the Sword Forging Holy Gate has been passed down for thousands of years, and the background is already unfathomable.

One day, the head of the contemporary Sword Casting Saint Sect had a thought in his heart, wanting to cast the strongest divine weapon beyond the top artifact, so the entire sect worked together to use tens of thousands of ancient secret methods to cultivate the embryo prototype, in order to break through the shackles that had been trapped for countless years, the master used an unprecedented and absurd way, and successfully intercepted a trace of the will of the Heavenly Dao.

With the will of the Heavenly Dao as the core, with the power of the whole sect and the accumulated foundation of ten thousand years, in the midst of the countless Dao Divine Fire and Thunder Flames, that thing will be successfully forged with the power that is enough to annihilate everything.

Seeing that success was about to be achieved, just when the whole sect was rejoicing, the heavens were extremely angry, and after a thunderbolt as thick as a mountain, a punishment was sent down on the heavens that was enough to destroy the world.

No one knows what happened later, but the heavenly punishment has lasted for a hundred years, and after hundreds of years, the heavenly punishment has converged, and the Sword Casting Holy Gate has long since disappeared, and the same thing has also disappeared, leaving only this scarred Tiankeng Demon Cave, which seems to be warning something from the heavens.

Since then, the Southern Regions seem to have been cursed by some kind of strange curse, and for millions of years to come, there has not been a single amazing and brilliant warrior, but it has become more and more weakened.

After countless years, the sect that emerged later in the Southern Regions accidentally discovered some ancient martial arts and treasures in the Tiankeng Demon Cave, and for a while, the Tiankeng Demon Cave, which everyone talked about, turned into a treasure cave that seemed to be suddenly coveted by the world.

Seeing that the Tiankeng Demon Cave was getting closer and closer, and a strange mist that seemed to come from the ground rushed to his face, Yang Hao seemed to think of something, and immediately called the red lark and landed in an adjacent nameless mountain range.

It's not because Yang Hao likes to hurry, but the ban on the Tiankeng Demon Cave is still there since ancient times, but wherever the Demon Cave is within the range, volley flight is absolutely prohibited, and no one was convinced at first, but since the fall of a strong man at the level of Zhan Zun, the public has only remembered this iron law again.

Yang Hao landed on a lonely peak with strong mountains and rocks, his eyes focused on the Tiankeng Demon Cave, even though he had a certain amount of defense in his heart, but his eyes were still dull for a moment when he felt the ruins from the ancient world so closely.

Come back to your senses. Yang Hao took out the identity token from his arms, looked at the two tasks on it, and felt quite helpless.

Originally, when Yang Hao went to report to the elders of the mission hall, under the surprised gaze of the white-bearded elder, he once again imposed a low-level task of human rank.

The elder muttered as he added to the task.

"Finally waited for a disciple who went to the Tiankeng Demon Cave, and now it's okay that the villagers in the nearby Sanzhai Nine Villages are saved. ”

It turns out that there are still a lot of villagers living in this mountain range, and it seems that there are many low-level disciples of the Blood Killing Hall who don't know what kind of wind they have smoked, and they rush into the village to run rampant, making the people miserable.

Generally speaking, this piece can be regarded as the territory of the Seven Xuanzong Sect except for the Tiankeng Demon Cave, so these things can also be regarded as things within the sect.

However, there were too few disciples who went to the Tiankeng Demon Cave recently, and the movements of those bandits became more and more intense, which also gave the elder a headache.

Now, it is not easy to catch a disciple, although his cultivation is weaker, but he is a disciple of the inner gate, so how can he not hand over this very ordinary and low-level task to Yang Hao.

Yang Hao, who had a slight headache, stared at the distinguishing position on the token, and then moved forward at great speed in the direction pointed by the arrow.

The vast world, dense and tall trees are everywhere, not within the Seven Xuanzong, Yang Hao naturally has no scruples, and exerts the crane shadow step to the maximum, and the white crane phantom attached to the body continues to spread its wings, and Yang Hao's body is also like a white lightning bolt, bursting from one mountain to another.

The cycle goes on and on, and the crane shadow steps more and more perfectly.

"Tata!"

A flash of white light. Yang Hao's figure appeared on top of a thick tree trunk, and a little cooking smoke could be faintly seen in the distance.

"Looks like it's coming!"

Just as he was about to continue his journey, Boss Bai's voice suddenly sounded in Yang Hao's mind.

"Boy, look under the shade of the tree. ”

With a frown, Yang Hao followed the direction pointed by Boss Bai, and after skipping an afterimage in the air, he landed steadily on the ground.

Cautiously leaning forward, he found more than a dozen cold corpses in a shadow, dressed in the robes of the other seven major sects.

Yang Hao's eyes narrowed, his expression was solemn and he leaned forward, and after a while, he suddenly found that there was not a trace of external injuries on these corpses, but there was a strange smile on Sen Bai's face.

"It's not an external injury!

The black star flickered, and the white boss flashed out, and with a grasp of the illusory palm, a trace of crystal silk the size of a hair condensed in the palm of his hand.

"Hmm, caused by the power of divine sense?" Yang Hao frowned and said slowly.

"Yes, high-level rune masters also have a strong strength comparable to that of martial artists, and when fighting, they can often use the power of divine consciousness to make people unconsciously fall into hallucinations or disturb their minds, and they can even easily make their opponents commit suicide!"

Boss Bai looked at the sky in the distance and said in a deep voice.

"I think it's a bit unusual, so it seems that someone should be hunting specifically to hone the power of divine sense. Yang Hao nodded, and then said in a deep voice.