"That sword is probably the key here, go get it!" exclaimed the old man.

Needless to say, Mo Chen had already thought of this, and the ugly crows of different sizes behind him spread their wings and flew straight forward.

There were countless corpses on the way, and Mochen didn't dare to move.

Carefully bypassing the corpses on the ground, he came to the sawtooth sword in an instant.

He stretched out his hand, and wrapped the sticky Buddha and Demon Twin Yuan in the center of his palm, tentatively grasping the hilt of the sword.

The sword handed, a cool feeling spread all over the body, and the rest was no abnormal, it felt like being in the ice and snow, picking up an ice pick casually made no difference.

The next moment, the light dissipated, the vision completely dissipated, and the sky was bright again.

Ink Dust stared at the sawtooth sword in front of him.

The sword was extremely long, almost as tall as him.

The zigzag blade is hideous and sharp, the sword body is as bright as the moon, the color is like a lake, and a bright and dazzling morning light bursts out of the vast twilight.

That alone is enough to show that the material of this serrated sword is extraordinary.

He continued to look and found that on the slender body of the entire sawtooth sword, a series of grooves with complex patterns were faintly visible, and finally converged and entangled, forming a fish-shaped pattern.

And at the end of the blade, two large characters that seem to be seals are engraved.

'North Underworld'

"Good sword. At this time, they also followed, and as soon as they saw the light of the full moon faintly shining on the north underworld, they knew that this sword was not trivial.

Coupled with the ugly humming sound from the North Underworld before, it is obvious that the sword has a spirit, and there will be no shackles from now on.

It's just that the shape of this sword is really strange.

"It's just that I don't know if the rest of the Seven Sword Kings in this Sword Mountain can be taken away. Elder Wanton pondered on the sidelines.

After all, the situation shown by the Seven Directions Sword King before was also very fierce, even if it was not as good as this Northern Hell, it would definitely not be too bad.

This grade of divine sword, even if it can't be used by itself, if it is put up for auction in the auction, some old monsters in the permanent realm will be tempted and throw out some daunting prices.

Without waiting for the reckless old man to say anything, Mo Chen hurriedly stopped him: "Don't go, if it was okay to say it before, but it's not good to provoke them after this scene." ”

As if to prove Mochen's argument.

As soon as he finished speaking, a "babbling" cry suddenly came from afar.

Mo Chen followed the prestige, and it turned out that Demon Hua'er had taken a fancy to a sword king, but as soon as the jade hand was on the hilt, he felt a strong sword intent counterattack on it.

Mo Chen saw that she hurriedly withdrew her hand, her pretty face trembled slightly in pain, and she must have suffered a lot.

Demon Hua'er looked at the three of Mo Chen, and stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

Rubbing her hands, she harnessed the hand meridians in her body to repair the damaged ones, and she slowly walked over.

The situation in this corpse sword mountain is far stranger than imagined.

And the relationship between the Illusory Sun Realm Treasure and this place and the relationship with the Northern Underworld made Mo Chen a little surprised, far beyond his expectations.

But these things are not something that can be guessed by guessing.

If you want to solve the problem, it's not enough to have brains, but you have to have chances.

Mo Chen felt that it was pointless to stay here any longer, so he directly carried Bei Ming behind him.

This sword is too long, and if it is worn around the waist, it cannot be pulled out at all, so it can only be carried behind and harnessed with the power of the soul.

"It's weird here, why don't we get out of here first, plan well, and then make plans. Mo Chen said solemnly to the other three.

The three of them were not reckless, and they also saw the strange scene here, so they nodded in unison and agreed to Mo Chen's suggestion.

However, just as he was about to turn around and leave with everyone, he found that a faint haze had begun to rise on the periphery of the entire corpse sword mountain.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help frowning.

The thick haze in front of me is rising at some point.

"Let's go!"

Although there are no bad signs yet, the experience of years of wandering and cultivating in heaven and earth tells them that it is definitely not good to stay here.

Everyone rushed towards the foot of the sword mountain and plunged directly into the dense fog.

The fog is nothing unique, it just seems to freeze and envelop everything.

Although the line of sight was limited to a radius of one zhang, it did not hinder the function of the divine sense.

In addition, Demon Yuan'er, who has the lowest strength of the four, is also a cultivator in the corpse dog realm, and his divine sense is released, and he is almost unaffected.

The four of them gathered together and walked all the way back the way they came, trying to get out of this magnificent city.

But as they walked, they found strange places.

According to the distance they remembered, they should have already reached the city gate by this time.

But now there is a shadow of the city gate.

The fog in front of him was still there, his consciousness bloomed, and under the glance, the surroundings were empty, and there was no trace of the city gate.

Hearts began to feel uneasy, but the four of them continued to rush forward.

But it wasn't until after another stick of incense that they stopped where they were, and gave up moving on.

"It's weird here, you can't go any further, there's no bottom at all. The four of them got together, and Ink Dust proposed.

"Then what should I do, do you want to return to Sword Mountain?" asked Demon Yuan'er.

"For now, returning to that corpse sword mountain is indeed an acceptable choice. Mochen said lightly.

Indeed it is.

Not to mention the rest, just because Mo Chen was able to take the sword at will on Sword Mountain, but did not disturb the sword backlash, which was enough to show that Mo Chen had enough affinity for Sword Mountain.

And the dense fog here is extremely strange, and I don't know what unstable factors lie ahead.

Under these conditions, returning to Jianshan is indeed a feasible option.

After thinking about this weight, everyone could only turn around and rush up towards Sword Mountain.

But they didn't wait for long to walk, they basically ran about a few dozen steps, and the dense fog in front of them suddenly dispersed, and their eyes suddenly opened up.

The dense fog was gone, and the sword mountain of corpses dozens of miles long was even more nowhere to go.

At this moment, they were on a wide stone floor, and their feet were full of bones, and they didn't know how many times they had died, and their skin and flesh were rotting.

Between the bones were scattered fragments of magic weapons and flying swords.

Looking back, it was still an extremely thick fog. It's just that the thick fog began to turn like water, flowing behind everyone, and directly erected a gray and white fog wall.

In confusion, Mochen looked forward again.

I saw a forest white mountain towering majestically, not far in front of the mountain gate, and then all kinds of halls were built all the way to the top of the mountain, and the building was grand and amazing.

The two daughters of the old man and the demon family were also surprised by the scenery in front of them, and muttered in unison: "Where is this?"

Nobody knows.

Mo Chen came from the Outer Sea Wasteland, and the old man and the demon sisters were born and raised in Beiju Luzhou, but they had never heard of this white mountain and this magnificent palace.

Not to mention having seen it.