There was a dark green viscous liquid seeping in from the edge of the gap, and some weird gurgling sound came from inside.

Chen Chuan's eyes sparkled with light, and he immediately released a burst of spiritual power.

This method is useful. When his mental power touches it, the mucus immediately dissipates like melting snow, but it is also accompanied by the consumption of his own mental power.

Although this method is feasible, it would make it difficult for him to continue practicing stably, so it would be better to simply erase this gap.

Therefore, after he changed his mind, he picked up the Snow Lord Sword and slashed at the mucus that continued to seep in to eliminate the cracks. After one stroke of the sword, these things disappeared into nothing.

He was slightly refreshed.

It seems this method works.

After another thought, he raised the knife with his right hand, and the back of the knife fell on his left shoulder. After a moment of movement, he suddenly slashed forward. This knife passed through the crack and directly hit the thing on the opposite side.

It seemed that an unpleasant sharp whistle was heard, and then the light on the opposite side shone brightly for a moment, and the countless eyeballs swayed, and suddenly disappeared.

He waited for a moment and saw nothing unusual, so he picked up a piece of cloth, wiped it with the blade of Xuejun's sword, put it on his knees again, and continued to practice.

In the next few days, although similar things occasionally appeared, he had already gained experience and managed to kill them all with the Snow Lord Sword.

The night passed like this, and when it was almost dawn, he saw that the signs of the second self's disillusionment became deeper, and he faintly heard some strange noise that seemed to come from a distant place, and there was a serious feeling in his spirit.

I felt threatened and knew I couldn't continue.

It's just that this crack shows no sign of dissipating until now. It has lasted for almost twelve hours.

Central City has the influence of the Locust Field, so cracks will be suppressed as soon as they appear, but there is no such thing here. Although it can be seen that the cracks are weakening over time, it is obvious that if he does not deal with it, it will still be there.

will continue to exist.

He immediately took up the Xuejun sword and slashed it, and the light in front of him was instantly wiped out, and the sense of threat also disappeared in an instant. At this moment, he realized that this night was quite rewarding.

This kind of practice depends on the length of time and the amount of essence absorbed. This practice is enough to be worth three or four times on weekdays. Although it is a bit more dangerous, the rewards are also great.

His original goal was to push his mental power to perfection before the end of December. If he could practice like this every day, then maybe the time could be greatly advanced.

He put the Snow King's sword into its sheath, stood up, and returned to the top. Chao Ming was probably still curled up sleeping there because he flew all day yesterday, but he would wake up immediately if there was any movement here.

He came over and chirped lowly at him.

Chen Chuan got some water and food for him, then opened the tent and walked out. At this time, it was already dawn outside and the three campfires had been extinguished, but the faint smoke was still emitting there.

The early morning at the blending place was wet, and he saw a burst of mist rising from the forest opposite and drifting towards here.

This seemed normal, but he could tell that this so-called mist was actually made up of tiny, hard-to-identify insects.

The light in his eyes was flowing, and as he looked, the mist dispersed instantly, and then all fell down. But at this time, there was a rustling sound, and the trees in the forest close to the insect mist suddenly started to tremble.

The bark actually slipped off piece by piece, quickly absorbing the tiny insects, and then climbed back onto the tree again, becoming as it was before.

Chen Chuan looked at it for a moment, then thought about it, and suddenly looked at Chao Ming. Chao Ming immediately ran out of the tent and came to his side. He tried to check, and soon found that Chao Ming's

The undersides of the wings are already occupied by tiny, downy-like parasites.

The heads of these parasites have penetrated into Chao Ming's flesh and continue to penetrate deeper. Even if Chao Ming has alienated tissues, they cannot stop this penetration.

In fact, this kind of thing is bound to happen in a mixed environment. Only by adapting to this environment for a period of time will you gradually develop the ability to deal with resistance.

He took out a pill from his pocket and fed Chao Ming to eat it. After a while, Chao Ming spread his wings and shook his body. A layer of black ash immediately fell under the wings. These were all the pills.

Dead parasites.

Chen Chuan walked out, fed the horses a few pills with different effects, and then led them to the river to drink water.

However, when he arrived at the riverside, he glanced down and saw a black asphalt-like creature writhing under the river bed. The slender eye-like thing that was turned out was looking upward, but he looked back very calmly.

The thing looked at him for a while, then closed its eyes again, and then its body like asphalt slowly seeped into the bottom of the river bed, and after a while it was invisible.

After the horses drank the water, he packed up the tent and other belongings, got on the horse again, shook the reins, and drove the horse forward.

According to his current journey, if he didn't encounter any problems on the way, he estimated that he would be able to reach the indigenous camp before noon today.

After running for more than three hours, Chao Ming suddenly sounded a warning sound in the sky.

At this time, he heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance and was approaching here quickly.

Chen Chuan didn't know the origin of the other party, so he reined up his horse and stopped at the edge of a stream. After a while, he saw several dragon-nosed horses appearing on the other side of the stream.

The people on the horses were all wearing black armor, wearing iron masks, and holding spears. They were all tough and strong. It was obvious at a glance that they were cavalry from the old imperial family.

The people on the other side didn't seem to expect to see Chen Chuan here. Although Chen Chuan was wearing civilian clothes, these people could tell from the mount under him that he was from the Dashun military, so they immediately stood still.

The two sides looked at each other half a mile apart.

However, the people on the opposite side just looked at Chen Chuan from a distance and felt the indescribable pressure. So just a moment later, the leader shouted, turned the horse's head and ran back.

And he didn't just run away. There were two cavalrymen holding spears and cutting off his back. However, at this time, there seemed to be some invisible impact passing through this area.

Several cavalrymen swayed on their horses and fell from above.

The leading warrior was also shaken, but then he fell on the horse's back. It seemed that he had a mental protective device, so he was not greatly affected. But before he could run too far, there was a sound from behind.

There was a loud explosion, and a big hole suddenly appeared in his back, and the horse's head in front exploded as well.

Then the headless horse rolled out in front of the corpse. The leading knight on horseback was tough, knowing that he couldn't escape. As if he was afraid of leaking information, he immediately pulled out his short sword and thrust it into the upper part of his mouth. In an instant, it went straight into the brain and shook his head.

It stopped moving immediately.

Chen Chuan slowly stepped over from the stream. Wherever he passed, many white foam-like things floated on the water.

After the horse's hooves came ashore, many insect corpses were dug up in the soil when he stepped on them, and some things that looked like weeds around him also fell over a large area. These were all creatures that were killed by his spiritual power.

When he came to the corpses of several cavalrymen, he took a glance and saw an elite warrior plus three cavalrymen. This was the most commonly used four-man team in the old imperial family. Judging from the armor coverage, they should just be soldiers who came to investigate.

Judging from the direction the other party was traveling, they were probably heading towards the coalition's camp.

He thought for a moment and saw that the old imperial family and the alliance were fighting against Dashun's garrison, but it did not mean that they could really cooperate sincerely. It seemed that they had their own little moves.

But he didn't need to think too much. No matter where the other party came from, as long as it was a hostile party, he would just eliminate them after seeing them.

He reined in the horse and continued to move forward.

As for these corpses, he had no time to deal with them, and in a place like this, everything would disappear in less than an afternoon.

More than half an hour later, he finally arrived at the indigenous gathering place marked on the map, but what he saw was a burning ruin.

Judging from the remaining fires, it may have been five or six days since the camp was destroyed, and the camp had already been occupied by a group of giant bugs with hard chitin shells.

He took a few glances and saw that there were still craters and fragments in some places, indicating that they had obviously been bombarded by artillery fire.

Within this area, the only two companies that currently have this ability are the Union and Linax.

From a motive point of view, these people should be consciously clearing out possible threats in the periphery, or they may simply not want the natives in these areas to be used by the Ministry of Defense's garrison.

However, even if the station was destroyed, he determined the location of the camp, which meant that he had not gone astray.

Moreover, the attacker's retreat route can still be vaguely distinguished, so that one can find the location of the camp just by following these traces.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was now one o'clock in the afternoon. He could still travel for another three or four hours and find a place to camp. Then he would set off early tomorrow morning and continue to travel along the road marked by Chen Bitong. If there were no dangers or obstacles.

If so, you should see the camp around noon tomorrow.

Just when he was thinking this, Chao Ming once again issued a warning in the sky, and then he saw a large gray-feathered bird rushing towards it, and it was much bigger than Chao Ming.

But not only was Chao Ming not afraid, but he circled around in mid-air, dodging very nimbly.

Chen Chuan knew at a glance that this bird was definitely being raised by someone. He was afraid that Chaoming would be in danger, so he called him back with a greeting, but the big bird did not chase him.

After a while, densely packed figures appeared in some woods ahead.

A group of people with oil paint on their faces and airtight smocks on their bodies came out from the opposite side. The leading man immediately caught his eye because what he was wearing was actually an old Pioneer team uniform.

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Chapter completed!