It was March 25th, one thousand and three years after the strong wind, and the light rain did not touch my clothes.
Crossing the 800-mile swamp is undoubtedly not a difficult task for people like Liu Sanyue.
But there is a heavy fog in Daze that I don’t know where it comes from or why.
Especially what is in this large swamp is something that has not yet been known to anyone.
Of course, there is more than just boundless water in Daze.
In many places there are large wetlands, swamps, or cliff islands.
The world of human cultivation has been trying to explore the mysteries for two thousand years, but often to no avail.
It's because the deeper you go in the swamp, the stronger the power of witches and ghosts becomes.
This is the place where Yunmengze, the ancient Chu witch ghost and god sect, sank.
Only a handful of waterways explored over the past two thousand years can pass between Huangliang and Huaian.
The fog has not lifted, so Liu Sanyue walked very cautiously, surrounded by the Tao wind, holding the Tao secret in his hand, walking in a soft wetland in the middle of the lake.
There is still nothing visible in front of me.
This fog is naturally different from the fog in Nanyi City.
This fog is hiding something.
Liu Sanyue stopped.
He looked at the scene in front of him in silence.
Dark green grass, lush jungles, many old and dead trees fell to the ground, and their trunks were rotten in the mud.
There was a line of footprints in front of them, going shallowly towards the depths. There were also some marks on the tree trunks, as if someone had stopped here to rest.
If it were a human jungle, such footprints would not be surprising.
But this is in Daze.
Deep in Daze.
Even people like Liu Sanyue reached here with the help of Daofeng.
So who has appeared here?
Liu Sanyue frowned, leaned down and got some dirt from the footprints.
The top is clean - clean in the sense of the spiritual world.
There is no Taoism left, no sword intention, no demonic power, not even the power of witches and ghosts.
It was as if he was just an ordinary secular person crossing the swamp in a boat and accidentally lost his way, so he walked all the way.
is it possible?
Of course it is possible.
But Liu Sanyue didn't believe that such a coincidence existed in the world.
So he looked up at the lush jungle where the footprints led, crushed the dirt at his fingertips, and followed the footprints forward.
The further he walked, the heavier Liu Sanyue's heart became.
The footprints were very regular, without any hesitation or turning back.
It's like the owner of the footprints knows where to go when he sets foot here.
Or.
If this is a trace of destiny.
Then that person seemed to know everything.
Missing someone?
Liu Sanyue thought about the divination operator he met in Zezhong yesterday, and rejected his idea.
There will only be one person in the world who lacks one skill, and that is the fortune teller who travels around to spy on destiny.
If all the people who lack one of them appear in the human world, it means that the human world will really be in an irreparable chaos.
With doubts in mind, Liu Sanyue continued to walk deeper into the jungle. The forest was filled with heavy fog, and towering ancient trees were heading towards the sky. Strange flowers and plants rarely seen in the world grew everywhere, and they were colorful.
But it was very quiet.
It's like there is no living thing.
Not even mosquitoes.
Liu Sanyue noticed this.
Raising his hand to seal the secret, Dao Wen condensed from his fingertips. He raised his hand and crossed his eyes, and golden runes appeared in Liu Sanyue's eyes.
Everything I saw took on a hazy color.
The wind moves, the grass moves, and the power of witches and ghosts also flows in the jungle.
Wherever the eyes focus, everything is displayed in a microscopic and concrete form.
So Liu Sanyue saw many corpses of creatures that were shattered into powder.
Raising his hand, Daofeng rolled the powder in front of him. After careful observation, he discovered that there were some faint traces of Dao rhyme in it.
Liu Sanyue remembered something, scattered the powder, and walked towards an ancient tree not far away. He stopped under the tree and looked at it for a long time, then raised his hand and pressed it.
The next moment, those ancient trees instantly turned into powder, pouring down from bottom to top.
Liu Sanyue looked at the scene in front of him in silence.
It turns out that there are no traces of Taoism.
Rather, those Taoist techniques have reached an extremely fine level, directly constructing everything from the inside.
Liu Sanyue continued to follow the footprints.
Until we passed through the jungle, there was a large open wetland plain in front of us, with some faint traces of mountains in the fog in the distance.
The footprints stopped here.
Seems to be sitting down here.
Liu Sanyue looked down at this place and remained silent.
All traces are broken here.
It seemed as if that person sat here for a long time, deduced for a long time, and then disappeared here.
Liu Sanyue raised his head and looked into the distance.
Everything was hazy in the heavy fog, and a mountain corner occasionally appeared in the flowing fog, and then disappeared quickly.
Liu Sanyue was still deep in thought, but the next moment, his expression changed, and the wind around him was overwhelming, and he disappeared in that place.
A sword came from the fog.
With a chilling sword intent, he fell to the place where Liu Sanyue originally stood.
Liu Sanyue's figure was revealed in another place, and a corner of his green robe was cut off. Liu Sanyue lowered his head and glanced down, then raised his hand to make a hand gesture. Countless inscriptions surrounded him, and he watched the sword warily.
If the sword fails to succeed, it will turn into sword light and disappear.
Naturally, Liu Sanyue would not let it leave like this.
Words appeared between heaven and earth, turning into several chains, directly latching onto the flying sword hanging in the air.
The long sword's sword power surged, but it directly broke away from Liu Sanyue's Taoist blockade and disappeared into the heavy fog.
Liu Sanyue stood there with a solemn expression, Taoist texts flowing around him, and he was a little surprised in his heart.
The meaning of that sword does not belong to any of the three major sword sects in the world.
There are naturally more than three major sword sects in the world. There are many sword sects on the banks of the East China Sea, around the Liuyun Mountains, or the most well-known Fengqiling in the world, but they have never produced a world-famous major cultivator. Little is known to the world.
But the small sword sect will naturally also produce a big sword cultivator.
It's just that they hid it too well.
The world has never heard of the existence of such a sword.
Although Liu Sanyue is not the top major cultivator in the world, he is also one of the most talented people in the contemporary world.
However, that sword was able to break away from his Taoist skills.
Who is that person?
What does it have to do with the people who left traces of Taoism in this jungle?
Liu Sanyue waited for a long time. After the sword disappeared, it disappeared into the heavy fog and never appeared again.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.
Liu Sanyue turned around.
A strange man he had never seen before came from the area behind him, holding a sword in his hand and looking at him calmly.
Liuyun Sword Sect!
There was a chuckle not far away.
Liu Sanyue looked up and saw a young Taoist priest in black robes sitting on the top of an ancient tree in the fog.
At the same time, the sword that originally disappeared in the fog struck again.
Liu Sanyue was making secrets in his hand, and the Taoist wind was not stopping. Thousands of Taoist texts filled the air, gathering into a huge palm in the fog of the mountains and forests. The fingers gathered together, covering Liu Sanyue himself like a golden bell.
The sword struck Tao Shu's hand and was bounced away.
Only then did Liu Sanyue look at the black-robed Taoist again and said with a cold expression: "People of the He Sect, are you crazy?"
The black-robed young Taoist laughed softly and said, "He Zong?"
The black-robed Taoist shook his head while stimulating the vitality of heaven and earth.
"I'm not from the He Clan."
"We just, have to kill some people."
Countless strands of fine sand flew towards Liu Sanyue with powerful lethality.
A strange man from Liuyun Sword Sect came walking into the wind with a sword in his hand.
"Let's start with you, Liu Sanyue."
...
Some opinions coincide with other opinions, which is called coincidence.
Countless perspectives coincide with countless viewpoints.
It's called the general trend.
Of course, Chen Huaifeng never thought that his idea of asking Liu Sanyue to go to Dazezhong to check it happened to be different from that of some people.
Bai Fengyu didn't expect that he would meet someone in the alley when he wanted to buy some food at Nanyi City's Nan Food Market and go back to cook some food in the small shed where he stayed yesterday.
The man was wearing a black robe, hiding in the shadow of the early morning mist, quietly looking at Bai Fengyu who was carrying two radishes and half a pound of meat.
"Aren't you going to buy chili?"
The man looked at the vegetables in Bai Fengyu's basket and asked such a question.
Bai Fengyu didn't stop, he carried the vegetable basket and continued walking towards the shadow with his waist bent.
"I don't like chili peppers."
"But radish is spicy too."
The man hid his hands in his sleeves and said softly.
"The spiciness of radish is very mild and very sweet." Bai Fengyu retorted.
"Sweet and spicy are also spicy, and sour and spicy are also spicy." The man in black robe said slowly, "They are all the same."
Bai Fengyu stopped, raised his head and looked deeply at the man.
Under the black robe, nothing was visible.
People who want to do bad things will naturally want to hide themselves.
Because I'm afraid of something.
But this is not aboveboard enough, nor calm enough.
It also shows that they themselves have doubts about their own ideas.
Not like me back then.
Bai Fengyu thought so.
He stirs up the wind and rain openly and openly, causing harm to the world.
Bai Fengyu laughed as he thought about it.
"Everyone is hot and spicy all over the world. It can be seen from this sentence that if you think very absolutely, you will act very absolutely if you think about it." Bai Fengyu said softly, "But if you hide yourself, it shows that the path you are taking is still very complicated." young."
The man in black robe said nothing.
Bai Fengyu stopped smiling and looked at the man standing in the shadow quietly.
"Would you like to think about it more carefully?"
The man in black robe did not speak, but just stretched out a hand.
Above is Taoism.
The golden light spreads and the world changes.
"please."
Bai Fengyu stood up straight in the Taoist text everywhere, let go of the vegetable basket in his hand, a Taoist wind and rain spread out, and said with a sneer: "I'm just old, not useless."
"Old age can be regarded as a shortcoming." Daowen circulated around the black-robed body, and a mysterious wave spread like water ripples. "As long as it is a shortcoming, it can be a weakness."
Bai Fengyu felt the familiar fluctuation, and his expression changed.
The man in black robe raised his head, and Bai Fengyu finally saw that face.
"What's more, your shortcomings are not just old age."
Bai Fengyu was still shocked by the face exposed under the black robe, but there were countless sword intentions surging in his heart. It was the sword intention left in Cong Ren's sword many years ago that was difficult to get rid of.
Those sword intentions were once again triggered from the inside out in that kind of fluctuation.
People who actually kill people.
Never use your own knife.
The man in black robe calmly turned and left.
Bai Fengyu covered his heart and knelt down.
Blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and soon the entire alley was covered.
Today's stir-fried pork with radish.
No peppers, no radishes, no meat.
So there is no chance to meet again in the human world.
