The mountain name is Black Mountain, there are 800 zhang high, stretching for hundreds of miles, there are many poisonous insects and beasts inhabiting in the mountain, the more you enter the mountain, the more primitive, the more dangerous.

If Chen Zong wants to climb the mountain, he must go deeper, and he will inevitably encounter danger.

However, these dangers are also what Chen Zong is looking for now.

Finding opportunities for breakthroughs in the midst of life-and-death crises is the purpose of this trip.

The dense and lush mountains and forests, the branches and foliage cover the sky and the sun, and the shadows surround all directions, and the sound of Chen Zong's footsteps and the sound of touching the branches and leaves between walks makes the silence in the depths of the mountains and forests more and more obvious.

Chen Zong's steps are not fast or slow, every step out seems to have been carefully measured, completely consistent, the amplitude of lifting and the strength of falling, as if tempered, brisk and powerful.

Chen Zong's figure bowed forward slightly, like a cheetah in the mountains, his eyes were bright and sharp, like a sword, he saw everything in front of him clearly, and he didn't let go of any subtleties.

His ears trembled slightly, and all the sounds around him were clearly heard in his ears.

Suddenly, a flash of sharpness flashed in Chen Zong's eyes, as if a flash of cold lightning, and at the same time, the iron sword brought up a dazzling light to cut through the shadows under the shade of the tree, as if cutting it open.

A sword greeted the light, the sword light disappeared in an instant, the sword was already in the sheath, Chen Zongjing walked forward, and his footsteps did not pause in the slightest.

On the side, a poisonous snake that was about to attack had been split into two parts.

Since entering the mountain, Chen Zong has encountered many attacks, and with his own ability to resolve them one by one, unconsciously, Chen Zong has a deeper understanding and understanding of the sword.

It doesn't seem to be a bad thing to temporarily lose your cultivation and strength, because it can make your swordsmanship more pure.

Running to the top of the mountain, Chen Zong had a long endurance, which benefited from the control and reasonable distribution of his own strength, otherwise with the body of an ordinary person, it would be impossible to walk so far without resting.

When he reached the top of the mountain, Chen Zong also had to pause and rest for a while, take out dry food, and replenish the physical strength consumed.

At this time, the sky was dark, and the mountain breeze was blowing with a bit of chill, and Chen Zong couldn't help but be a little unbearable.

How long has it been.

It's been a long time since I've had this experience.

With that mid-level semi-saint-level body cultivation practice, ordinary heat and cold can't bring the slightest impact to himself, which is equal to nothing, but now, it's just an ordinary person's body, even if he can control and exert several times his strength, he can't get rid of the category of ordinary people, and he will still feel hungry, hot, cold, and even sick.

However, with his own super control, Chen Zong will not get sick, of course, if Chen Zong is willing, he can also speed up the blood flow, thereby generating heat to resist the cold of the outside world, but in this way, it will increase the consumption of the body, and he must eat more food to replenish it.

Taking out a thick cotton coat from his backpack and draping it over to protect against the cold of the mountain wind, Chen Zong also found a leeward area, so that he could better survive this lonely and cold night.

I don't know what kind of world this is, in the sky, the stars are dotted, as if countless eyes blinked, and between the flashes, there seemed to be countless stories.

Chen Zong was suddenly surprised to find that there were one hundred and eight stars in the sky.

One hundred and eight!

This number surprised Chen Zong.

One hundred and eight Xuan Ming Orders, one hundred and eight points of light, and now one hundred and eight stars.

It seems that there is an inexplicable connection, but Chen Zong can't find it, and after thinking about it, he is confused, but he will feel tired, after all, this is an ordinary body, Cheng

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