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Far north, Yuntian mountains, deep.

The low roar of the beast came out from the deep, full of killing, as if even the air became extremely turbulent under the roar of the beast.

When he got here, the number of warriors had obviously decreased. Ling Jian took a look around, but without any hesitation, he took a step directly and walked into the depths of the mountains.

"As long as you go straight ahead, you can enter the depths of the Yuntian mountains and reach the southern Zhuque mountains."

After a few hours, Ling Jian stood on a rock in the depth of the mountains and looked far away. After noticing the speed of the hot air coming from the front, he felt a little dignified.

"It's said that the rosefinch is a divine beast, and the rosefinch mountain range is formed after the rosefinch sits down. Although there is no divine beast in this sect, the rosefinch must have surpassed the fierce beast before it sits down. The blood of the divine beast is very strong. It's said that the fire burning in the deep of the rosefinch mountain range is formed by the power of blood."

Walking ahead, Ling Jian takes something out of the mustard crystal. This is a record of the Yuntian mountains. It records the introduction of the five mountains in the mountains. They are all very detailed. Ling Jian is reading.

Ling Jian thoughtfully takes away the things in his hand, and then takes Yan Jian out. After feeling it, the Lingqi life tablet is still fluctuating, and there is a little peace in his heart.

"The Zhuque mountain range should be very dangerous. Even if you have the immortal sword at night and day, you don't have the courage to enter it?"

"Can't it be that this old man has already broken through to the tenth heaven?"

"Well, if you don't get rid of this old thing, it's just a disaster."

Ling Jian's heart also had a bad premonition. After thinking about it, he went straight to the Zhuque mountain range without hesitation. The speed was extremely fast, and the breath of his whole body converged perfectly.

It seems that the Zhuque mountains are deep in the mountains. However, when Ling Jian really set foot on this road, he walked for about three days before he completely entered the boundary of the Zhuque mountains.

This is a whole burning red Mang Mountain. The mountain is huge and tall, which gives people a sense of visual impact that can not be looked up to. In the burning mountain, there is a roaring sound burning, and a huge force of resistance suddenly comes out from the mountain.

"This is Zhuque mountain. It's said that the power of Zhuque's blood has turned into fire. It seems true."

Ling Jian looked at the scene, and felt the blood boiling all over her body. It was also a shock. The flames on the mountain had reached a very amazing degree of heat, which made people feel the potential danger. Ling Jian immediately gave up his mind to cultivate and improve immortal Heiyan here.

"The power of the fire is too overbearing."

Along the way, Ling Jian's eyes became a little twisted with the surrounding land. The places destroyed by the flames spread with a roaring sound. The flames hidden in the cracks of the mountain spread like raging.

Along the way, the vegetation is completely destroyed, except for those that can grow under the high temperature, some of the most common vegetation on weekdays, but there is no sign of any existence here.

Walking to a corner of the mountain, Ling Jian's vision gradually widened. There were clear sword marks in the surrounding valleys. The fighting marks on it made Ling Jian's heart sink. He suddenly appeared in front of the mountain wall and looked at it.

"Ha ha, I've accomplished my cultivation. Damn it!"

"It's time for me to pay back my revenge."

"Kill

Strong hatred, through the blade, on the mountain wall, carves out a series of words full of killing intention, and the sword spirit clearly spread on it is just the breath of Zhuxian sword.

"It's left by the old immortal of nighttime."

Ling Jian's eyes sank and his heart was heavy.

It seems that if it's true, the immortal yetiandu has already entered the ten Heaven of martial arts. Now he's going to take revenge on Qingyun sect.

"I can't let the night and the sky succeed in this trip. Am I going to leave like this? But what about elder martial sister Gu? "

Ling Jian fell into hesitation, looking at the handwriting on the stone wall, some hesitant.

Ling Jian moves forward and cuts down the characters left on the mountain wall, but they are directly destroyed.

After thinking about it, Ling Jian cuts it down continuously, waves it and draws a picture on the mountain wall. A moment later, a clear line of characters appears on the mountain wall.

"Night and day, you old man."

After writing these words, Ling Jian draws a killing word with his sword, and it appears ferociously on one side.

"Yetiandu should not leave Yuntian mountain now. Zhuxianjian is in his hand. If he leaves Yuntian mountain, the fluctuation of Yan Jian will not be too obvious."

Ling Jian holds Yan Jian and sighs. According to his understanding, Yan Jian is very spiritual. There is a remnant soul of Zhuxian sword in it, which is the key to the accurate position of Zhuxian sword.Zhuxian sword originally existed in the soul of the sword. Part of it was cut down because of the seal of that year, while the other part existed because of the appearance of Yan Jian.

After glancing at the wall of the mountain, Ling Jian never saw any other useful information. He felt the wave above Yan Jian and slowly looked for it. The wave from Yan Jian was not very obvious, but it made Ling Jian more sure that all night and night and ancient Yan Xi were still in Zhuque mountain.

"Strange, clearly feel the breath, how can not detect it?"

Ling Jian was a little depressed. He could find the exact location of the breath exile for several times. However, when he arrived, he found that there was a layer of separation in the place where the breath exile was, just like a border.

Hum.

Depressed, the sole of Ling Jian's foot is on the ground, which is piled up with rocks. Suddenly, a black light bursts out, Ding, hitting the mountain wall, making a clear sound.

"Yes?"

Ling Jian looked at it quickly. When he came into his eyes, he saw a dark dagger, which was inserted across the mountain wall, full of edge.

"What's this?"

"Elder martial sister Gu's dagger!"

After the dark dagger appeared, Ling Jian's heart sank. He quickly went up and took the dagger down. His eyes wandered and he was very uneasy.

Hum.

Just when Ling Jian looked at the dagger carefully, there was a clear light on the wall of the mountain where the dagger had been lit before. In the light, a row of neat fonts were looming.

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