A warning sign suddenly arose in my heart, as if a great terror was coming.

Fu Jingtao suddenly opened his eyes and saw a man wearing a black skeleton mask stepping onto the stone beam, retreating to the edge of the sword formation, and watching the uninvited guest vigilantly.

Although he only glanced at it quickly, he had seen too many top experts and immediately realized that this strange man was extremely extraordinary and dangerous than that of the Blood Demon King Wu Li! If the other party had murderous intent, he could only trigger the sword formation to resist.

The man wearing a mask stepped into the sword formation as if nothing had happened. He first lowered his eyes and glanced at the sword marks around him, and asked lightly: "Are you a disciple of Xuanyuan?"

Fu Jingtao took a deep breath: "So what?" He raised his arms to his chest, squatted his legs and knees slightly, and acted as a guard against fighting without hesitation. He was just experiencing the sword of his predecessors, so what would he do now?

It is useless to just evade and simply admit your identity.

The man wearing a mask looked at the boy who was in a ignited battle with a slight move of thoughts, and a heavy mountain of invisible pressure was pressed down on his head: "Xuanyuan and the Demon Sect are mortal enemies. You dare to sneak into the Demon Seal Valley privately. It's too arrogant.

Now!"

Fu Jingtao felt the cold and sharp chill coming to his face, subconsciously circling the sword intent, his fighting spirit in his eyes became brighter and his opponent was too strong, and he could not avoid it, and he could only fight to the death!

The man wearing a mask was a little surprised. How many demons bowed their heads and ears in front of him and obeyed the orders. The young man was fearless and fearless, and his will was rare in the world. At the same time, he sensed that the spiritual energy of the sword formation under his feet was flowing.

There are signs of an outbreak!

With his cultivation and eyesight, of course, he knew that this sword formation was left by the Grand Master to prevent the trolls in the valley from escaping accidentally. There is no need to say how powerful the power is.

The young man in front of him was able to trigger the sword formation, and he was definitely the true disciple of Xuanyuan Gate.

He didn't want to try the supreme sword intent of the Grand Master himself, so he quickly removed the pressure and said slowly: "Don't be nervous. Your cultivation is too low and you are not qualified to die in my hands. Unless it is Jiang Lie and Du Qindan,

Fang deserves a fight.”

How could Fu Jingtao be willing to believe it? He said in a deep voice: "Please step back!"

The man wearing a mask was so amused and crying. If he really wanted to retreat, wouldn’t he be laughed at by his fellow workers in the world? He coughed lightly and asked, “You should know Fu Jingtao, right? How is his current situation?”

Fu Jingtao was stunned: "Senior Brother Fu is the top spot in this Lingyun Competition, ranking first on the Qingyun List of the Song Dynasty. Who wouldn't know him? Senior Brother Fu has now gone to the capital and is preparing to attend the Qingyun List launch ceremony.

Could you be a friend with Senior Brother Fu?"

The man in black shook his head: "I have never seen him." His tone suddenly became a little depressed and sighed softly, his figure flashed, and he didn't know where he was going.

Fu Jingtao is a monk who is confused. What does this powerful man in the Demon Sect mean? Do you have any grudges and entanglements with your parents? In other words, your parents are hiding in the border town under their identities. Could it be because of your demons?

There was a conflict between the door? It seemed that I had to take the time to go back to Xiantao Town and have a good talk with my parents.

As the sun sets westward, Fu Jingtao put aside his doubts, broke a branch into a sword, and walked carefully into the forest.

There is no sign of birds and beasts in the woods, but the world of various poisonous insects, such as the star antex spider, the red-tailed scorpion, the black-winged mantis, the spotted tiger beetle, the giant pottery stag armor, the ghost-faced hornet, the sand-shaped ants, the fire-line ants, the hunting

Bugs, giant centipedes, etc. can be seen everywhere. They are fighting for every inch of living space, hunting and devouring each other, and performing a life-and-death battle at all times.

Fu Jingtao urged the sword to inspire him, and the poisonous insects avoided him wherever he passed. He followed the broken branches and leaves of the trees and soon came to a clearing in the forest.

I saw a thick iron pillar standing in the middle of the open space. There was a hole in the middle of the pillar and a dark iron chain was tied. The end of the chain was tied with a huge dark and shiny human bone. I don’t know how many years have passed away. That one

The dead bones sat upright on the ground, after the wind and sun, the surface of the steel-like bones was covered with fine cracks, which could turn into powder and sprinkle on the ground at any time. On a large stone beside him, dense flies were carved with dense heads.

Small characters should be the secret of magic skills left before death.

People were crowded around the stones. Some took out charcoal pens and papers to copy them word by word, some frowned and fell into deep thought, and some secretly moved their true energy and made gestures, all trying to understand the essence of magic skills. When I heard the sound of footsteps, among which

One of them turned his head and stared at Fu Jingtao, and said viciously: "Get out quickly, or you will be killed!"

Fu Jingtao shrugged, turned around and left.

The forbidden area covers a large area, with undulating terrain and dense grass, and there are 24 places where trolls are imprisoned and suppressed.

Fu Jingtao searched all the way, and there was a dry bone next to each iron pillar of the devil prisoner. These top-notch strong men who were powerful a hundred years ago were famous in the Demon Sect. They were extremely unwilling to die silently, and almost all of them were engraved with their own.

The unique mental method is to wait for future generations to inherit their legacy and take revenge on Xuanyuan Gate. Because of the different mental methods of magic skills, the number of people watching and guessing is recorded carefully, and no one pays attention to Fu Jingtao who wanders around.

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The more you go, the more the yin and cold the air becomes, the more rampant and fierce the poisonous insects become.

Fu Jingtao suddenly heard a short scream of horror several feet away, and couldn't help but stop, hesitating whether to go around. The grass leaves were shaking, and a thin, ragged old man came out and his mouth was full of his mouth.

The bright red blood was holding a human leg and dragging it with his right hand. The person who was caught was still twitching, and blood flowed from his throat, with two rows of clear tooth marks printed.

Fu Jingtao was shocked. Was this man actually bitten to death?!

The thin old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Fu Jingtao. He shot a greedy and hungry fire in his eyes. He swallowed his saliva and murmured: "What a fresh and vigorous life! Your meat must be tender and delicious, and it is a great tonic.

”

Fu Jingtao was creepy. Did this strange and evil old man devour his kind?! He clearly remembered that there was no such person among the demons who crossed the abyss. Did this old man have been living in the forbidden area of ​​the Demon Valley? You should know that Demons

The valley is blocked by poisonous fog on weekdays and is not suitable for human survival.

The old man's strength can be imagined for at least twelve years of being able to live in an environment full of poisonous insects and fog.

Fu Jingtao asked himself, he could never do this.

The skinny old man cracked his bloody mouth and spitted out a mouthful of saliva, as if a bullet was shot straight from the barrel.

Fu Jingtao's body burst out with blood and suddenly moved about a foot, avoiding the sneak attack, and then flew up to the treetops with his arms.

The skinny old man didn't expect the other party to react so quickly. He watched the boy's figure go away and laughed: "It's not bad boy! In the Demon-Sealing Valley, we will meet again sooner or later, you can't escape my palm.

Heart!" As he said that, he continued to drag the remaining body of the corpse, like a lonely wolf who had successfully hunted, hiding in a hidden corner to enjoy prey.
Chapter completed!