Yi Zheng was in a state of embarrassment.

The navy blue monk's robe on his body was fragmented, his steps were staggering, and he did not have the etiquette and demeanor that his teacher taught on weekdays. But at this time, who will take any etiquette seriously?

He didn't expect that an ordinary division mission could no longer be ordinary, but he would get himself to this ghost place. Many times, he thought he had come to the hell of Abi, which only appeared in the scriptures. Fortunately, over the years, he has cultivated extremely hard, and with the careful guidance of his senior brother, although his combat power is not strong, he is full of steel and iron bones, and no one can match him.

It is with his strong defense that he has survived in this vast fog to this day.

He had never understood that the senior brother had to ask him to practice the Prajna Zen Body, but now he realized the power of this Zen skill. He was surrounded by Sanskrit texts, and the corrosive power of the fog did not touch him.

"All evils do not invade...... All evils do not invade ......"

Yi Zheng kept muttering in his mouth, and beads of sweat were clearly visible on his smooth head. It had only been three days since he entered this fog, but during these three days, his heart was beating and he was terrified. He is a meditator, and he is most sensitive to evil and evil things. But the fog in front of me is boundless, and the weight of the evil qi is too unbelievable.

Except for Ah Bi Hell, Yi Zheng really can't think of any place that can be so fierce?

Fortunately, his Prajna Zen body was born to restrain these evil things, and although he was embarrassed all the way, he was not injured. But his heart didn't dare to relax in the slightest, such an extremely fierce place, even the classics in the sect have never been recorded, and the extremely fierce thing was born and absolutely terrifying.

Demon slaying and demon extermination?

No kidding, Yi Zheng knows his pound very well. He hasn't been injured until now, and he thinks it's a miracle. Right now, he could only hope that the news of his disappearance would spread quickly to the sect, and the sect would send someone to save him as soon as possible. In fact, deep down in his heart, he also knew that there was very little hope.

He was just a marginal figure in the sect, and he didn't know how long he would be missing before the sect reacted.

He thought of Senior Brother, and when he thought that he was not in the sect, Senior Brother was only afraid that he would suffer more cold treatment in the future, his mood immediately became a little depressed.

In the fog, he moved forward unconsciously.

After walking for a short time, suddenly there was a fierce battle sound in front of him, Yi Zheng woke up suddenly, was stunned and overjoyed, and ran barefoot to follow the sound.

The sound of battle became clearer and clearer.

Soon, he saw a man and a soul scorpion fighting fiercely.

He cautiously approached, and when he saw the scorpion clearly, he couldn't help but gasp. With a body of more than three feet and a pair of giant claws like door panels, Yi Zheng only felt a tingling of his scalp. If you are swept away by these giant claws, even if you have your own Prajna Zen body, you will never be able to bear it.

My good Buddha!

Yi Zheng swallowed his saliva with difficulty, his eyes seemed to be glued, and he couldn't move it. Not because of the strength of the scorpion, but because of the weirdness of the scene.

The scorpion's opponent was a sword cultivator, although the chest-high black sword was actually more like a horse chopping knife, but Yi Zheng still saw at a glance that the other party was a sword cultivator, a very authentic sword cultivator.

What a strong sword cultivator!

Yi Zheng was shocked, he recognized the origin of this scorpion, the Soul Beast, this is a Soul Beast, a murderous creature bred from the Evil Mist! He had been worried before, the murderous thing bred in this extremely fierce land must be extraordinary, but when he saw this Soul Scorpion, he knew how fierce the fierce thing bred in this fierce place was!

If Yi Zheng's mind was clear at this time, he must have turned pale and frightened, but at this time, his eyes were completely attracted by the strange battle in front of him.

Jian Xiu's expression was sluggish, as if he had hysteria, his movements were slow, and his eyes were blank......

Every time he saw the giant claws of the Soul Scorpion about to tear him in half, Jian Xiu's sluggish movements would suddenly become light, and he would be extremely thrilling to block the fierce claws. Jian Xiu's stunned expression, Mu Ne's slow reaction, and his sudden and agile agility without warning formed an extremely strong contrast, and it felt extremely weird.

After only a few glances, Yi Zheng only felt that his spiritual power was churning violently, and there were faint signs of loss of control. He couldn't help but be shocked, if he said that his spiritual power was peaceful and upright, and his meditation was unique, he would lose control of his spiritual power just because he watched others fight?

Yi Zheng simply urged the mental method, and only then did he dare to put his eyes back on the field.

The signs of loss of spiritual power faded away.

Yi Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he refocused his gaze on the one man and one scorpion who were fighting. After looking at it for a moment, the look of shock on his face became heavier and heavier, and he looked at this sword cultivator like a ghost. Before, he thought that sword cultivation was in danger and could be destroyed at any time. After seeing it clearly now, he was shocked to find that there seemed to be an invisible adhesive force between the black swords of this sword, and the fierce soul scorpion was like a puppet pulled by countless thin threads, struggling in this invisible force.

Terrible sword intent!

Yi Zheng was completely unaware of the sword cultivator's sword intent, and at this time, he admired the strength of this sword cultivator to the ground. It's not that he hasn't encountered sword cultivation before, but it's the first time he's seen such a powerful sword cultivator. Moreover, the age of the other party does not seem to be much different from his own, so young, he has terrifying strength, and he must be a proud disciple of the Sword Cultivation Sect.

Could it be Kunlun's disciple?

Once he saw the situation in the field, Yi Zheng was not in a hurry, and thought about how to greet the other party in his heart. He scratched his head a little, it was his first time going down the mountain, and he had no experience at all.

However, in such a dangerous place, being able to meet a cultivator, Yi Zheng already felt that his luck was quite good.

After a while, the battle was not over, and now Izheng saw that something was wrong.

Jian Xiu's expression was confused, and there was no sign of sobriety.

Don't......

Yi Zheng was bold and careful, his heart moved, and he waited for a while, seeing that the situation did not improve in the slightest, he thought for a moment, and suddenly began to chant in a low voice.

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Countless pictures slid in front of Wei Sheng's eyes, flashing in the light, but they were so clear.

The wish he made when he was young, he pursued it without fear of hardships and dangers, he had setbacks, he was injured, he realized the sword at the waterfall, became a big disciple, and drank with his senior brother Zuo under the moon, and the order of the master......

Countless pictures blended together, and suddenly turned into a big net, covering the hood.

There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

The net tightened and tightened, wrapping around him tightly. He felt breathless, a strong feeling of suffocation filled his body, he was like a fish in a net, the more he struggled, the tighter the net closed.

Why?

Why is this happening?

I just want to fix my sword......

A sudden burst of anger burst from the bottom of his heart, and he struggled in vain like a beast trapped in a net.

Why...... Why......

Like a silent shout, like an angry roar.

Why...... Why......

He was hoarse, he was like a wail.

In a vague way, he dreamed of a starry sky. In the watery night, the sky is full of stars, the empty wilderness is breezy in the breeze, and the pale blue and luminous swallowtail grass flutters briskly in the wind.

A seven or eight-year-old child, sleeping in the grass, looked up at the light marks in the sky, and the immature child's voice was full of exclamation: "So beautiful!"

The child leapt from among the grass, and the wind swept across his face, revealing his jewel-like eyes.

A seed is quietly planted in the heart of a child.

The dream was so real, as if it were within reach, yet so far away, like the moon reflected on the water. However, at this time, Wei Sheng was stunned, and he looked at the child blankly.

Suddenly, it was as if something had broken open in his mind, and something had popped out of him.

Distant and strange childhood memories suddenly appeared in his heart, some forgotten reasons, forgotten simple thoughts, at this time, like broken swallowtail grass seeds, began to sprout and begin to grow.

Yes, my dream is to cultivate swords.

Simple dreams, simple pursuits, a child's wish under the stars.

An inexplicable ease came to his mind, the feeling of suffocation disappeared without a trace, Wei Sheng looked at the child under the stars stupidly, a smile climbed into the corner of his mouth, and the warmth was stuffed into his chest.

yes, it's just because I like it.

The complicated worldly chores made him feel helpless, as if they were so small and insignificant.

He opened his eyes, his gaze clear, without a trace of impurities.

The dried meridians suddenly gushed out countless spiritual powers, as if countless earth springs suddenly appeared, and where these new spiritual powers passed, the places where his meridians were injured, were like dead trees in spring, and they were immediately full of vitality.

The gushing spiritual power was endless, and in a short period of time, his spiritual power was restored to its best state. But the spiritual power gushing out showed no signs of stopping, they continued to pour into Wei Sheng's meridians, filling every inch of space in the meridians.

When Wei Sheng's meridians were filled with spiritual power, the newborn spiritual power began to march towards his dantian.

Wei Sheng didn't stop him, he didn't have anything, only those eyes, in the mist, brighter and brighter, full of joy, that was joy from the heart.

The black sword in his hand was covered with a faint light.

The fog around him seemed to be suddenly pushed by an overwhelming force, and they all moved away from Wei Sheng, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yi Zheng stared at everything that was happening in front of him with his mouth wide open, forgetting to even chant.

Crash.

Without warning, the Soul Scorpion shattered into dozens of pieces and scattered all over the place, the incisions were so smooth that even the indestructible claws were dismembered into several pieces.

A sword shadow appeared behind Wei Sheng.

The shadow of the sword changed from vague to clear, and it continued to grow larger, and in just ten breaths, the shadow of the sword rose to a height of dozens of zhang.

The tip of its sword pointed straight into the sky, and it showed no sign of stopping, and it pierced the fog as if it were going to pierce the sky.

Under the huge shadow of the sword, Wei Sheng stood majestically.

The thunder rolled in the mist, thousands of soul beasts hissed in unison, and the blood-red sky seemed to be boiling.

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