The western edge of the Ancient Forest.

Here, the Tianchen River meanders and meanders, connecting with the poor mountains and bad waters in the eastern region of the ancient land.

It is a fringe area of forests and ancient lands.

The high-level demon beasts in the depths of the desolate ancient land rarely haunt this place, and they are generally lurking or haunting the depths of the barren mountains and evil waters.

At this moment, the tide of beasts has long receded, the scene of black clouds pressing down on the city, and fierce beasts like a tide has long disappeared.

It's just that the sky in the distance is still reckless and chaotic.

The barren mountains are undulating, there are faint beasts roaring, and demon birds sometimes cover the sky and the sun and break through the sky.

And the thirty-six desolate peaks, in this vast and boundless desolate land, only occupy a small part of the territory.

At this time.

At the foot of a barren mountain in the eastern part of the Ancient Land.

Zhang Yan, dressed in a white robe, swept away quickly at the bottom of the canyon.

The little demon cat covered in dark blue, lying on his shoulder, was able to stabilize his small body without moving.

"This is the route back to Baiyun Peak, but is it right?"

Zhang Yan stopped in front of a secret cave in the barren mountain, his face was ugly, and he asked Zhu Jizi secretly.

"Senior brother, don't worry, Baiyun Peak, Longyan Peak and Agni Peak are all in the southeast area, and in Jizi's storage bag, there is also a map of Jade Jane, I have already memorized it!"

At this moment, Zhu Jizi was in the ghost spirit bead, excitedly watching Yin Kui communicating with the spirit slaves who were in the spirit bead with Zhang Yan, and responded casually to Zhang Yan's words.

Zhang Yan looked around at the entrance of the cave at the bottom of the barren mountain, and then his divine consciousness was released, sweeping away overwhelmingly.

After a long time, after making sure that there was no danger, Zhang Yan sat down on the spot and exhaled a deep breath of turbidity.

Zhang Yancai sat down for less than a few breaths, and three sounds of breaking the air came faintly.

Less than a moment.

On the edge of the canyon at the end of the barren mountain, the figures of Jiu Ling and the other three appeared.

The three of them had a flash of light under their feet, and their speed was quite fast, and in the blink of an eye, they had already come to Zhang Yan.

"Hey...... I said, why don't you just run away without making a sound!"

Jiu Ling looked at Zhang Yan sitting on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, ignored her, and immediately became angry, and snorted coldly: "What about me talking to you?

The arrival of the three people, Zhang Yan sensed it clearly.

It's just that he still didn't pay attention to it, and he didn't have the effort.

The pain in his shoulder had to make him stop, and it was important to force the flying sword out of his body first.

Therefore, he also ignored Jiu Ling's words.

The pain caused by the small flying sword was not enough for Zhang Yan to bear.

The most important thing is that on the flying sword, there is a faint flow of mana that can slowly imprison the mana in the monk's meridians.

Leaving from the Jiuchen River to here, Zhang Yan has already rushed dozens of miles.

In order to prevent the possibility that Duanmu Ye and Xiao Ming would follow, Zhang Yan could only endure the pain all the way here.

But all the way along, Zhang Yan felt that the mana in his body was becoming slower.

The most lethal thing is that the mana is working, and the spiritual power is spraying thin, but it can't penetrate the body and cause it.

Although there is no problem with the operation of the Bailing Jue and the Bone Forging Skill, without mana conversion and spiritual power support, it is impossible to make the take-off sword at all.

At this moment, it would be very dangerous to think that if he fought with Duanmu Ye and the others before.

If the mana runs slowly, and the spiritual power is not triggered, it means that the spiritual weapon cannot be used, the body and speed will be greatly reduced, and the strength will be greatly reduced.

"What a vicious weapon!"

Zhang Yan's face was solemn, and he couldn't confirm whether the small flying sword was poisonous or not.

The green spiritual power was running quietly, and a cyan spiritual power faintly seeped out of Zhang Yan's body, but it couldn't leave the body for half a minute.

But then, Zhang Yan played another trick, and the sound of a dragon's groan came softly in his body, low and long, as if there was a real dragon flying in the sky and roaring from an unknown distance.

The sound of the dragon's groan fell, and the white robe on Zhang Yan's body suddenly heard the sound of tearing cloth.

I saw that the next moment, the white robe was cut by pieces of dark green armor that resembled dragon scales.

On Zhang Yan's lean body, pieces of dragon scale armor were densely packed, as big as fingernails, and in a blink of an eye, his clothes had been torn and shattered, and his long shirt had become pieces of broken white cloth.

The little demon cat, who had been staying on Zhang Yan's shoulder, was startled by the sudden appearance of the dragon scale armor, and jumped from his shoulder to the ground, casting a confused look at Zhang Yan.

At this moment, Zhang Yan's face suddenly turned pale.

He ...... What is he doing here?"

Looking at the scales on Zhang Yan's body, Jiu Ling's face was startled, and he spoke in a trembling voice.

It's really the scales that suddenly appeared on Zhang Yan's body, which are too weird and amazing.

"Senior sister, don't bother!"

Baili Fang saw the inside, stared at Zhang Yan, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Zhang, he is injured, and it may be poisoned." The scales on this body are thought to be a kind of exercise, maybe he is using exercises to heal his wounds. Now we can only try our best to protect the Dharma for him, after all, under this barren mountain, there may be fierce beasts and giant birds passing by at any time!"

As soon as Baili Fang opened his mouth like this, Jiu Ling was stunned.

Looking at Zhang Yan, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, revealing a faint trace of worry.

"Hey, junior sister, are you actually worried about him?"

Lin Qiaoyin's eyes were sharp, and she suddenly saw Jiu Ling's expression in her eyes, opened her mouth lightly, and said teasingly.

"I'm going to worry about him? Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that he said that he knew Senior Sister Ziyou, and might be a friend of Senior Sister, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to him!"

Jiu Ling glanced at Zhang Yan's face that was gradually turning white, pursed his lips, turned his little face away, and said slightly angrily: "If he hadn't saved our lives, who would have bothered to follow!"

"Tut-tut......"

Lin Qiaoyin covered her mouth and smiled, and did not speak again, but the expression on her face was self-evident, which made Jiu Ling blush slightly.

Who has no spring heart for a girl!

The strength shown by Zhang Yan is too amazing and different from ordinary people.

Even those genius disciples of the sect can have such strength, but they don't have the composure and calmness in Zhang Yan's bones.

At this moment, Baili Fang and Lin Qiaoyin remembered what happened to Zhang Que just now, and they had to be impressed in their hearts.

A disciple of such strength is from Baiyun Peak, which is also puzzling to them.

Therefore, Jiu Ling's heart couldn't help but ripple slightly.

The thoughts of the three of them, Zhang Yan naturally didn't know what to do.

As the exercises worked, more deadly mutations suddenly appeared.

Zhang Yan looked inward and found that every time the mana in his body moved, the small flying sword on his shoulder would absorb part of the mana and convert it into a strange force that could imprison the spiritual power in the body.

As the flying sword absorbed more mana, the more intense and huge that force became, slowly spreading from the shoulder to the rest of the body.

And the flying sword, like a curled poisonous tongue, was firmly entangled in Zhang Yan's meridians and bones, and no matter how he operated the spiritual power impact in his body, there was no way.

What's even more deadly is that every time he wants to impact and force it out of his body, the mana absorbed by the flying sword becomes more and more powerful, and he has to make Zhang Yan stop.

Then, Zhang Yan used the Fu Long Jue and the Bone Forging Technique to lift the strength of the physical body and suppress the power that spread out and could imprison the spiritual power.

"What the hell is this?"

Zhang Yan's heart was shocked.

Before being pierced into the body by a flying sword, I didn't feel much at all, at most it caused some pain.

Now he has cast spells all the way and swept away, brought them here, and then run the exercises, which has only exacerbated the deadly effect of this flying sword.

"What's going on?"

In the ghost spirit bead, Yin Kui, who had been busy trying to communicate with the spirit slave, discovered Zhang Yan's abnormality, and when he saw the small flying sword in Zhang Yan's body, his face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed: "Forbidden Spirit Sword!"

"What forbidden sword?"

Yin Kui's exclamation, with fear, made Zhang Yan's mind affected, shook slightly, and asked in a deep voice.

"This flying sword belongs to the forbidden spirit magic weapon, that is, the magic weapon that can imprison a person's strength, in the world of cultivating immortals, this kind of magic weapon is a special treasure, which is extremely rare. ”

Yin Kui's face was solemn, and he said solemnly: "Because of this kind of magic weapon, in the world of cultivating immortals, there is only one sect that can refine it, and that is the door of theft! Then it is only possible that the flying sword was stolen from the ancient tomb. ”

"The strength of the door thief is terrifying?"

Seeing Yin Kui so dignified, Zhang Yan knew that this flying sword that imprisoned spiritual power would be extremely tricky.

"There are not many disciples who steal the sect, and there are only a thousand disciples in each generation. However, the magic weapon they refined was not only terrifying, but more importantly, the "Thief Sutra" they practiced was extremely terrifying, and it was a technique created by the ancient thief sword emperor who founded the thief door. ”

Yin Kui nodded slowly, took a deep breath, and said: "The most terrifying part of the spells in this "Thief Sutra" is that anyone who fights with people can steal any spells and exercises released by the enemy, and they can be learned in a blink of an eye, although they can't learn the essence, but if they practice and study with their hearts, they will definitely be able to learn other people's exercises to perfection!"

"What! Are you sure you can learn other people's exercises and spells in the moment of fighting?"

When Zhang Yan heard this, he was horrified in his heart, and suddenly thought of the mysterious young man in Xujiafang City who transferred his divine shadow to school.

"All the disciples who steal the sect have cultivated this method, but the depth is different. Could it be that you have met a disciple of the thief sect?"

Seeing Zhang Yan's reaction, Yin Kui's eyes froze and asked.

Zhang Yan nodded slowly, and then recounted the experience of fighting with the mysterious young man in Xujiafang City.

After listening to Zhang Yan's words, Yin Kui's face became even more solemn, and he frowned for a long time, and said: "It should be a disciple who steals the door! I can't imagine that thousands of years have passed, and the figure of stealing the door has begun to appear in the immortal cultivation world again, and it seems that it is not far from the opening of the secret realm......"

"Secret realm? Forget it, Zhang doesn't want to care about those thieves now, and most importantly, do you have a way to get this flying sword out?"

Zhang Yan felt the amount of force that was still spreading in his body, and he couldn't help but get anxious.