Darkness, boundless darkness. The sky seemed to have been covered by a curtain, and there was no light at all. There are no stars in the sky, no moon, just like splashing ink.

There is no tranquility in such darkness, there is wind and rain. The wind is a squall, and the rain is a torrential rain. Thunder rolled in the torrential rain, but there was not a trace of lightning in sight.

There is no night in the sky, and the wind and rain are affectionate.

At this time, the storm became the only embellishment in the darkness.

The rain poured mercilessly on the autumn water, cold and biting. He struggled to get up in the dark, his whole body was in pain, the spiritual power in his body was empty, and there was no spiritual power at all in the sea of divine consciousness except for the area where the sword was located. Apparently the injuries were not minor.

Silently got up, surprised to find that there was a bronze sword stuck in the ground beside him. The style is simple, seemingly extraordinary but has no spiritual power, like ordinary ironware.

"This ......"

Qiu Zhishui was surprised, this turned out to be the bronze sword in the valley, but he didn't expect to encounter it here again. No matter how stupid Qiu Zhishui is, he guesses that this sword is definitely not mortal at this time.

Boom!

Qiu Zhishui pulled out the bronze sword and was slightly distracted. "Is this the one who saved me, and what is this place?"

He looked around, and couldn't see where he was in the darkness. I thought of the figure of Hu Sun who stepped on the black cloud. If it weren't for that person to save him, he would definitely not be able to resist the power of thunder and lightning.

"I don't know what happened to Senior Sister Yunya?" Qiu Zhishui muttered.

I can't figure it out, I just don't think about it. Qiu Zhishui smiled bitterly, the current situation is unknown, the most important thing is to heal the injury first and then make plans.

At this point, Qiu Zhishui endured the severe pain and found a cave to shelter from the rain, and after making sure that there were no wild beasts in the cave, he began to meditate, silently running the exercises he practiced, and inducing the aura of heaven and earth to enter the body to wash the muscles and veins and heal the wounds. Although the effect is not as fast as the elixir, it is better than nothing.

The exercises he practiced were the treasure of the Mujianmen Town. Legend has it that the patriarch of the founding school, the Venerable Master Kuxin, got an ancient fragment by chance, and Kuxin realized the Taoist method on the fragment for the rest of his life - "Taishang Yuan Qing Decision". Although the power is not earth-shattering, it is also useful.

The dry heart is also a comment on this cultivation of the true law and the establishment of a sect.

Back then, the Qiu Zhishui Tianzong Wizard had refined and sorted out many cultivation methods of the Wooden Sword Gate, but they were limited to some ordinary Dao methods, and he did not dare to rectify the supreme heart left by this dry heart.

Even though, deep down, he felt that this set of exercises was not complete.

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"Unlucky!"

Half an hour later, Qiu Zhishui, who was healing, slowly opened his eyes. Sighing helplessly.

Without the elixir, the speed of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth has become extremely slow. If this continues, it will take no less than 100 days to restore cultivation. It's a dangerous and unknown place, and it's a worrying situation.

Although he was anxious, he was helpless. I had to continue to heal my luck.

The night flew by. By dawn the rain had stopped, and soon the sky had cleared. Autumn stop water in the morning sun when the beginning of the cave out of the cave, only to see that the outside is really a great mountain and river, straight like a fairyland, beautiful.

Only then did he realize that he was on top of a mountain.

It is surrounded by peaks and a sea of green as far as the eye can see. Nature's ingenuity has carved these mountains into a majestic one. The sky in the distance is full of morning glow, reflecting thousands of peaks and mountains, swallowing the breath of ten thousand phases, and under the reflection of the sun, they change and envelop the mountains with gentle brilliance.

The clouds in the air are flying around, like thousands of troops and horses roaring over the top of the mountain. The morning sun is full of heaven and earth, and it is full of heroism.

Not long after, the morning glow fell from the horizon, turned into a rainbow, and came from the end of a mountain peak in the distance, and landed on the top of the mountain where the autumn water was. Such as the rainbow bridge, beautiful.

"Great mountains and rivers. What a mountain and a river!" Qiu Zhishui praised sincerely. At this moment, he was completely integrated into this immortal heavenly work.

"Gollum" is intoxicated in the belly of the sudden sound sound, spoiling the scenery.

A person who cultivates the truth can rely on the spiritual power in his body to maintain his life function in the late Yuan Infant period. This point is not possible at the moment, his cultivation is only a spiritual training period, and his achievements are still shallow, and he will eventually come into contact with the fireworks in the world. Three meals a day are indispensable, and at this time he only felt hungry and had to think about eating.

I looked at the dense primeval jungle at the bottom of the mountain, the trees covered the sky and the sun, and the sound of Yuan Ming and the roar of the tiger was heard from time to time, which made people afraid. The scenery is beautiful, but it is always dangerous.

"Could this cave of ten thousand demons be in this jungle?" The ancient atmosphere here is too heavy, and there are some wild and different species infested with it. If you haven't recovered your own cultivation, you will be in trouble.

He wanted to summon the ink unicorn out and walk in the sky, but somehow, even though he shouted at the ring, there was no trace of the ink unicorn. Upon closer inspection, I found a crack in the ring, and I thought that the ink unicorn was injured.

I had no choice but to carry the bronze ancient sword and walk down the mountain.

The jungle is densely populated with ancient trees, and the canopy of the trees is tightly combined with the dragon-like vines, which seem to form a green sky, and are held up by the trunks of the trees. Birds of prey are infested, and beasts roar again and again. The bones of giant beasts can be seen everywhere on the ground, and this place seems to be more dangerous than the Qingbi Mountains.

In addition to the beautiful scenery in the morning, the mountains and forests are full of dangers.

Qiu Zhishui shuttled in this mountain forest, and when he encountered birds of prey and giant beasts, he chose to detour as much as possible. He climbed two hills without danger, and during this time he did not come across a single piece of food to wrap around.

He was already hungry, and if he couldn't find anything to eat, he might become the first person in the history of cultivators to starve to death. It's time to go down in history.

It's half a pillar of incense again, the trees are gradually thinning, and the sunlight is spilling down through the gaps in the canopy, like broken silver beads.

"It smells so good."

A sweet scent looms. Qiu Zhishui snorted, couldn't help but stop, picked a relatively tall tree and climbed up to look into the distance. I was overjoyed at this look.

I saw a big red patch in the mountain in front of me, which was clearly ripe mountain fruits, which were relatively flat, and the fruit trees stood in rows, and there were more than a dozen of them. After a long distance, I smelled a fruity aroma, sweet and sour, which made people drool.

"There's no end to it. "Autumn stops the water and says happily. He was already hungry, and he was naturally ecstatic when he saw a piece of ripe fruit.

After getting off the tree, he kept rushing towards the fruit grove under his feet. It didn't seem far for him to look from a high place, but it actually took some time to walk.

Along the way, the boulders are lined up, the trees are neat, and from time to time the giant trees reported by several people break their waists, and the canopy falls on the mountain forest and smashes a large clearing, and the dry bones on the ground are obviously dense. Autumn stopped water had to be more and more careful.

He's not stupid, and all the signs here are that this place is definitely the domain of a fierce beast.

Proceed cautiously. Finally, the fruit forest appeared in sight, and Qiu Zhishui was really shocked in his heart.

"It's .... Zhu Guo?".

The ordinary fruit in front of him from time to time is an elixir called 'Zhu Guo', although the spiritual power contained in this elixir is not particularly strong, but such a large area is full of Zhu Guo, which inevitably makes him a little surprised.

The accident was followed by great joy. Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, this piece of elixir gathers together, and the richness of the aura here is beyond people's expectations, and it is a treasure land for healing. At present, the hunger in the stomach of Qiu Zhishui does not care about anything else, and he does not refine the spiritual power in the fruits, and the fiery red fruits are sent to his mouth one after another, wanting to fill his stomach first.

If someone sees him chewing this mountain elixir like a radish, I'm afraid he will beat his chest and sigh loudly.

The forest is full of fruity fragrance and aura. Qiu Zhishui lay under a tree, and not far away were some black fruit pits, as many as a dozen.

He burped and patted his stomach in satisfaction. How should I take some of this mountain full of vermilion fruits.

I heard that the cultivators of the Eightfold Heaven of the Yuan Infant could open up their own mustard seed space to store elixirs, and even more so, they could even hold mountains and rivers to ingest the spiritual roots of the earth for their own use. I don't know when I'll be able to cultivate to that level.

Qiu Zhishui looked at the sky in the distance, full of yearning for the road ahead.

He has a free and easy personality, and since Providence has made him here, he will be at ease with what he encounters.

"The most important thing at the moment is to restore cultivation. ”

He sat cross-legged under the tree and began to refine Zhu Guo's spiritual power. The divine consciousness looked inward, and silently operated the 'Taishang Yuan Qing Decision' to refine the spiritual power of Zhu Guo that was about to disperse outside the body, so that it could circulate in the sea of divine consciousness. He didn't have the elixir, so he could only use the sea of divine consciousness to replace him for now.

At first, everything went well, but unexpectedly, there was a change in the middle, and all the spiritual power was sucked into the ink scale ring in his hand like a hundred rivers entering the sea, and the change came too quickly, and it was too late when he reacted.

"This brute," Qiu Zhishui scolded. He knew that this was the Ink Qilin using the spiritual power he had refined to heal his wounds.

Looking closely, the crack on the ring in his hand was much smaller than that, which confirmed his conjecture even more. Fortunately, there are a lot of Zhu Guo here, and these dozen or so are nothing at all.

"That's it. Heal your injuries first, and then it's easy to fly. ”。 In this way, Qiu Zhishui continued to refine the spiritual power of the Zhu Guo for the ink unicorn to absorb, until more than twenty Zhu Guo were all refined, and suddenly there was a roar, and the ink unicorn appeared in its original form.

The sudden sound of the autumn water but the ink unicorn was not lightly frightened, and there were all kinds of signs here that there were giant beasts infested, and if they were attracted by this sound, the consequences would be unimaginable.

As soon as the ink unicorn appeared in its original form, it rolled around on the ground as if it were splashed, and the ink painting-like fur was dyed green by the grass on the ground, and after rolling on the ground, it flew into the sky and constantly jumped left and right, which can be described as jumping up and down. Qiu Zhishui looked inexplicable, where is this Eight Desolation Spirit Beast, which is clearly the same as the returning Shiba Dog.

At the end, the ink unicorn flew away like a white light in the distance, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Should.... Will come back," Qiu Zhishui's mouth opened, and he looked helplessly at the small black dot in the sky in the distance.

The time of the half-pillar incense has passed, and the ink unicorn has not returned.

A stick of incense.

Two sticks of incense.

Three sticks of incense.....

"This unconscionable brute" waited until the sun set and night gradually fell, and the ink unicorn was still nowhere to be seen. Qiu Zhishui couldn't help but scold, sighing that 'the beast is not ladylike'.

The ink unicorn is gone, breaking Qiu Zhishui's idea of flying out of this mountain range, and his cultivation has not recovered, if he continues to move forward alone, maybe there will be some danger. This orchard is obviously the territory of a giant beast, and as long as it is not discovered, it should be much safer than outside.

Qiu Zhishui made up his mind, and finally decided to stay here and wait for the restoration to make plans.

Before it was dark, he picked up his bronze sword and began to explore along the orchard. He had to find out a safe area. The area of the fruit forest is very large, there are primeval jungles on three sides, and the remaining direction is a deep pool with a radius of almost 20 miles.

The water of the pond is deep and black like thick ink, and there is no grass on the shore around it, and the bluestone is gone, all of which are covered with white bones. The water was pitch black, with no waves or traces, not even a leaf floating. Qiu Zhishui saw a desolate and simple bluestone monument on the shore, with vigorous and powerful handwriting engraved on it, which he did not recognize, obviously an ancient thing, and may not even be the same civilization.

He frowned, trying to use his divine sense to find out that there was a spiritual imprint in the stone tablet.

Netherworld!

Chishui is three thousand, and the goose feathers can't afford it. The white bones are the fish, and the blood is the bottom.

A few words show the ferocity of this place. The autumn stop water scalp is fried, and it is concluded that it is definitely not suitable to stay here for a long time.