Sword Emperor

As time went by, Sun Bing's movement became slower and slower and more difficult, and the words left on the ground also became less and less. It is obvious that since ancient times, those who can reach here will It can almost be called very few.

The surrounding environment has also obviously changed. The demonic energy revealed has even completely condensed together and suspended in the mid-air. There is a slight sense of depression, and a layer of haze is attached to people's hearts.

Occasionally, you can hear loud "bang" noises, and then black thunder directly penetrates the layer of clouds and bombards Sun Bing on the ground. It is mysterious and coquettish, and it seems to be completely addictive. in.

Sun Bing did not dodge this kind of thunder, but directly resisted it with the sharp sword in his hand. The sword blade turned into black magic energy in an instant, and finally dispersed, leaving another feeling of confusion in his mind.

And when they got here, Sun Bing could clearly find a lot of corpses on both sides. It was obvious that these people had no self-awareness and came here forcefully. The best result would be to die directly, because their remaining bodies were completely If you can't bear the pressure here, even if you become a puppet, you can only become ashes.

After countless years of historical evolution, the bones left behind have even completely transformed into a burnt black color. Occasionally, there is a trace of black mist coming out. The sinister evil makes people feel frightened.

When we got here, it turned out that Sun's heart was still valid.

The fading vigilance can't help but return again, because in this kind of place, there is no danger, but if there are still remains of the monk's body, then there is no doubt that it will be a very powerful puppet full of killing.

Half a day later, with Sun Bing's speed in the outside world, he could travel thousands of miles, but here, he only walked a dozen miles, and almost step by step, at this moment, a black galaxy appeared in the sky.

The black mist inside was extremely condensed, as if it had condensed into substance. Even from such a distance, Sun Bing could detect the terrifying momentum in it. People with weak minds would be able to do it in just a short moment here. Completely lost.

And there seemed to be some slightly floating shadows among them. With the monk's good five senses, Sun Bing could clearly see that these were simply corpses, and they were still shaking even now, but through the Sun Bing could see the other party's eyes. Those people had already completely perished, and all that was left was the desire to kill.

"These should be monks contaminated by demonic energy, but how did they get here? How did they get to the Yin River at the same time?" Sun Bing couldn't help but secretly warned him, while his heart became increasingly cold.

If you can still think that this is just a simple training place at the outermost edge of Demon Head Peak, then now Sun Bing has undoubtedly seen it

The most central secret is that those puppets must have another purpose. It is impossible to spread this secret to the outside world, and even the people who know it are quite rare.

Only those huge forces that have been passed down for countless years can have many records. Similarly, they also know why young geniuses are sent here to practice. After all, there are almost no people over eighteen years old along the way. People leave words.

The more this happens, the more competitiveness in Sun Bing's heart surges. Although he is not able to fight with those people openly at the moment, there is no doubt that if he defeats them here, it will be considered a victory.

With an excited mood, Sun Bing slowly walked forward, but the words on the ground became less and less. At this moment, there was no words even for three miles.

Sun Bing couldn't help but feel discouraged: "Is this the farthest that those geniuses can reach? In this case, I am not weak to others."

But Sun Bing had just finished speaking, and his eyes couldn't help but shine with a strong light. He stared blankly at a line of words not far away, and his heart felt cold:

"Kong Miaoying, the innate spirit body, is seventeen years old. With his physical strength and divine power, he finally arrived here. It is a pity that he could not see the final stone tablet."

This line of delicate fonts was like a bucket of cold water pouring over Sun Bing. Unexpectedly, he thought it would be quite difficult to get here and be able to compete with the others, but then

Then I saw such a blow. Although the opponent relied on his own physique, there was no doubt that this was his talent.

And through this line of text, Sun Bing could also find that it seemed that the end point was far from being reached. There was actually a stone monument behind it. So what kind of terrifying person could get there.

Immediately, Sun Bing's heart that wanted to give up stirred up again. As if he was carrying a huge mountain, he slowly took a firm step forward. At the same time, he secretly said to himself: "In the same situation, , I am by no means weaker than others.”

After continuing on the journey, Sun Bing suddenly felt like he was looking down on everyone in the world. The lack of words in the section just now did not mean that no one had walked in. It was more like the dividing line between geniuses.

Even though those outside can be called geniuses, there are even more peerless geniuses inside. As far as Sun Bing knows, almost everyone who can come here has a physique that is different from ordinary people, at least he can find it when he sees it. The body of disaster, the body of the stars in the sky, the immortal body of the heavens, etc.

There is almost no one who can truly be called a mortal. It can even be said that Sun Bing really got here on his own. He has proven that he will never be weaker than these people in the same situation.

But Sun Bing was still gritting his teeth and persisting, because he hadn't seen the final stone tablet yet. At this moment, Sun Bing could find that his consciousness had faintly disappeared, and his whole person was also confused.

They were all moving forward numbly, with blood oozing out of their skin even under such pressure.

Because the sea of ​​consciousness was oppressed by the surging momentum around it, the spiritual power in it could be said to have been sublimated and became purer. And the shadow of the sword intention that had not moved for such a long time seemed even more like I am saving up, waiting for the opportunity to emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly.

Just when Sun Bing was on the verge of collapse, he suddenly saw a huge stone monument appearing not far away, and a heavy feeling suddenly came out. Even under such a momentum, the surrounding demonic energy did not dare to move at all. .

But as he got closer to his final goal, Sun Bing felt the pressure on himself become more and more intense. Among them was not only the demonic energy that was choleraking his mind, but also the suppressive atmosphere of the stone tablet.

Moreover, the demonic energy here is far less weak than before. Even if Sun Bing has sword intention, he can't help but feel confused. He can only forcefully stabilize his mind and resist the suppressing aura.

At this time, all Sun Bing could see in his mind was a sharp sword, using himself as the sword. The sharp blade pierced through everything in front of him. Sun Bing himself didn't know this last step. How on earth did he step out? In the end, all he could feel was his eyes going dark and his whole body feeling weak.

But at the last glance, he could clearly see a simple and majestic stone tablet directly in front of him.