"According to the map, with one more stick of incense, we can rush to the Black Fog Mountain!"

The wind was howling, and the voice of the eight-winged demon peng sounded in everyone's ears.

"Full speed ahead!"

Looking away from the map in his hand, Han Chen looked up at the sky in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice.

"With the strength of the Burial Corpse Sect, I'm afraid it's a little wrong for us to go on such a rampage!" Guiguzi stepped forward, stood beside Han Chen, and sighed lightly.

"I know, it's just that there's no time for me to prepare anything else now!" With a flick of his fingers, Han Chen took out the communication sword from the empty ring, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

I saw that inside the communication sword Yu, the soul aura that belonged to Han Tian looked very dim, more like a bubble falling into the water, slowly separating and dissipating.

This kind of situation had already appeared several times in the past three days, but after each time, it didn't take long for Han Tian's soul aura to become strong again, and it was as good as before. The soul breath is a breath separated from the soul origin of the warrior, and it is closely related to the warrior itself. By observing the strength of the soul breath, you can know whether the warrior is in danger or not.

The first few times his soul aura was dim and weakened, it must have been Han Tian who had suffered a heavy blow and endangered his life. And then when it became stronger, it was obviously because of the recovery of internal injuries, or because there was no need to worry about life.

Obviously, Han Tian was tortured in the Burial Corpse Sect at this time.

And this time, the soul aura weakened, and it was different from the previous times. The first few times the soul aura weakened, but in an hour or two, it would be completely restored. And this time, nearly three hours have passed, and not only has there been no trace of recovery, but it has weakened to an unprecedented level.

"The Burial Sect dominates the Black Waters. With their great power, they must have known about it as early as when we stepped into the Black Waters. I'm afraid I'm already ready now, waiting for us to die!" Han Chen said lightly.

He had expected this for a long time. Han Tian's soul aura weakened, presumably because of this.

Hear Han Chen's words. Guiguzi shook his head and didn't say anything more.

In fact, if it is not necessary according to his meaning, it is better not to fight with the Burial Corpse Sect. After all, the Corpse Burial Sect is also a seven-grade top-level sect, and because of the particularity of its cultivation method, there are many corpse puppets in the sect, and its strength is amazing.

It's not a wise move to go head-to-head. Not only for his side, but also for Han Tian. The same is true.

It's just that according to the situation at this time, the Burial Corpse Sect has no choice for itself and the others at all.

Hard shock, inevitable!

Compared with Guiguzi, the seven-tailed demon fox and the eight-desolate dragon python are much calmer.

They are not human, and they don't have as many twists and turns as the human world. As demonic beasts, they have always emphasized hard-fought battles, and for them, they rushed directly to the Burial Corpse Sect. It's a matter of course.

Boom, boom, boom

The eight-winged demon peng flapped its wings fiercely, and the eight wings rolled. An endless wind swept forward with a deafening roar.

After a stick of incense.

At the end of the line of sight, an endless black mountain range appeared in everyone's eyes.

"The mountain range ahead is the Black Misty Mountains, if it's as rumored. Shrouded in poisonous fog all year round!" Qingyu Luanniao frowned slightly, she didn't like this kind of poisonous fog.

"No wonder the Burial Corpse Sect has been able to stand for so many years, and it still exists!"

"Such a natural barrier, but it's also rare!"

Several others nodded.

The distance was shortened, and soon it was close to the front of the Black Fog Mountain. A pungent rancid smell spread from the air, the poisonous mist that escaped from the air in the Black Misty Mountains.

Everyone frowned, with their strength, this poisonous mist naturally couldn't hurt them, but the smell was too bad. And if you inhale too much, it will have some impact on your strength.

Han Chen stopped the seven-tailed demon fox and the others from making a move, there must be an eyeliner of the Burial Corpse Sect in this Black Fog Mountain, and now is not the time to expose the seven-tailed demon fox and the others.

"Samadhi is really hot, now!"

The voice fell, Han Chen flicked his fingers, and a little dark cyan flame emerged, and immediately gathered together, and with a sound of 'Peng', it turned into a dark cyan flame.

The Samadhi True Fire appeared, rising against the storm, and instantly turned into a huge flame shield, enveloping the entire Eight-Winged Demon Peng.

Snort

The terrifying heat filled the air, and the black smoke and poisonous mist in the air were burned to nothingness, making a piercing sound, and white smoke rose.

The eight-winged demon peng, who was shrouded in the true fire of Samadhi, relied on his sense of breath and rammed in the direction where the Burial Corpse Sect was located

Burial Corpse Sect, Mountain Gate!

Click, click

In the large square, the sound of tooth-aching bone cracks and painful whimpering sounded constantly.

The disciples of the Burial Corpse Sect sitting around the square were silent one by one, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing them. However, from their frightened eyes, it can be seen that they are more afraid.

Although they are good at refining corpse golems, it doesn't mean that they don't know fear. On the contrary, they know fear better than ordinary people.

"Sect Master!" At this moment, an old man strode into the square and came to the high platform.

It was that day that the Ten Elders who destroyed the Five Elements and Broke the Emperor Array and captured Han Tian and a few people.

"Say!"

He didn't look back at the top of the mountain, and spit out a word lightly.

"Han Chen has already entered the Black Fog Mountain, and if he has another cup of tea, he can arrive!" the Ten Elders replied respectfully.

Woooooooooooo

Hearing the words of the Ten Elders, Han Tian, who had already lost his strength due to the shattering of his bones, suddenly struggled violently.

Click

Shantaishan's fingers pinched hard, crushing Han Tian's shoulder bones.

The severe pain made Han Tian's body stiffen, and then he drooped down like a deflated ball.

Retracted his palm, glanced at Han Tian, who was hanging his head weakly and panting, and a smile appeared on his face, "There is still time for tea, you have to hold on, otherwise you won't even see your son for the last time!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely see Chen" Han Tian struggled to raise his head slowly, his bloodshot eyes staring at Shantai Mountain, his mouth opening and closing, and intermittently spitting out a few vague bytes. Before he could speak, a sword light appeared, piercing the air and stabbing directly into Han Tian's chest.

Poof

Hot blood gushed out like a spring, staining Han Tian's clothes blood-red.

Han Tian's eyes widened, and he slowly looked down at the long sword that completely penetrated his body, his eyes were full of unwillingness and despair.

"Hehe, there's still half a cup of tea" let go of the hilt of the sword, and the arm was withdrawn, and a cruel smile appeared on the face of the mountain.

The voice fell, and he turned and stepped off the high platform, striding away.

On the high platform, the breeze blew, and the red blood drops fell to the ground, converging into a blood-colored stream.

"Daddy Chen'er must be waiting for you!" Han Tian slowly raised his head and looked at the distant sky, with a deep affection in his eyes. (To be continued......)