——Ancient land, deep in the river, and the surging waves quickly purged the blood of the blue dragon beast.

On the other side of the ancient river, unknown people wearing dragon masks stood on the wet land, tidied up their wrinkled sleeves, and then put on their white robe to cover their bodies.

Next to him, a long snake monster with blue claws lying on the loess soaked by the river was lying on the shore. The blue dragon beast was lying on the shore with a dying moment, and the second half of its body was still immersed in the river. Its body was exposed with several huge thunder and lightning slight jumping from the wound, and blue and black blood flowed out of the wound, staining the ground. The blue dragon beast is a very rare high-level monster. Its grades among wild monster beasts even surpassed the blue stone statues and crimson stone statues. Its strength is also very powerful. It wanders in the river area and has never had any natural enemies, so it is so fierce.

But therefore it made a serious mistake and provoked people that it shouldn't have provoked. Unknown people looked back at the blue dragon beast that was paralyzed on the ground, thinking that this rare monster would condense into a very strange treasure after death. However, he had the mission, and he had no time to wait for it to slowly rot and condense. As soon as he walked away, the body of the blue dragon beast would soon be eaten up by the dormant wild monsters and monsters around him. "What a pity... the rare wild monster that I killed so much force could not even get a condensed product..." The man sighed helplessly, but did not stop and walked straight towards the mountains in the deep ancient times.

The time was too late, and the man felt this inexplicably. For some reason, he felt more and more uneasy. Walking on the road to the depths of the ancient times, his eyebrows began to frown unnaturally. When he knocked down the blue dragon beast and just stepped on the land opposite the river, he had not found anything wrong. But at this moment, when he walked in the valley where mountains overlapped, he faintly noticed a trace of strangeness. It was not that he noticed any danger, but on the contrary, because around the radius, he did not notice any danger aura - it was too quiet.

But this silence is too strange for the ancient land! The ancient land that has reproduced countless wild monsters is full of natural resurrection. No matter how quiet it is, you can always hear the roars, screams, and even breathing of unknown wild monsters nearby. But there is absolutely no such silent silence, just like there is no wild monsters living in this valley. "...It seems that the depths of this ancient land are not simple." The man sighed softly. There is something extraordinary in an extraordinary place. There is no sound of wild monsters living in such a large natural area. If it weren't for the huge danger hidden in it, it was this place - it was the main land.

I'm afraid the depths of this ancient land were even more terrifying than he had imagined. "You must be more careful." The man said to himself in his heart, and then took out the dark yellow amber stone from his arms. It was the return order of Jinyuan Kingdom! The man held the amber stone tightly in his hand, and his eyes firmly stepped towards the deepest part of the ancient land. His pace began to become stable. Although he was anxious, the excessive silence of the environment made him dare not move forward rashly. With his calm and cautious personality, he slowed down, condensed his breath, and observed the four directions as he moved forward step by step, so that he could deal with unexpected dangers on the road at any time.

But nothing happened along the way, the environment was as quiet as ever, and there was no danger, which made the man almost believe that this place was just simple tranquility. It was not until nearly an hour that the man's footsteps crossed the triple mountains that he finally noticed a trace of sound. Under the mask of the dragon, the man's brow frowned slightly, and in the wind that was passing by the ears, he heard a few noisy screams from afar. "Is there something going to appear..." The man looked at him with his eyes in his eyes.

After a moment of resting, the mountains in front of him continued to move forward. The man's steps became more steady. He knew that he would soon see the existence hidden deep in the ancient land. As he moved forward every step, the screams from behind the mountain would become louder. Gradually, the calls he heard in his ears became more and more clearer. Listening to the seemingly loud and long roar made him unnaturally guess what strange and powerful monster would be hidden behind the mountain.

The mountains were less than a thousand steps away from him, and soon he arrived at the foot of the mountain, and then he dived into the mountain along the rugged path. In order to better hide his body, the man did not go to the top of the mountain, but found a gap left by the mountains halfway up the mountain. Using this natural tunnel, the man lowered his body and saw the scene behind the mountain.

The eyes emerged from the gap, and the first thing I saw was a dark black. The man was surprised and looked closely, and then he found that a curved tree grew outside the gap of the mountain, blocking most of his sight. The torso of the tree was all black, so the moment it caught the eye, the man only saw a dark darkness. "The trunk of a pure black tree is really strange..." The man sighed in a low voice, then moved his eyes outward. At this time, he accidentally saw the branches and leaves of the tree, which were actually a black one.

So he subconsciously raised his eyes and saw that the branches and leaves on the black trunk were all black - the whole tree was dark black all over, without any other colors. The man's eyes instantly condensed, and he seemed to have seen such black trees all over the body. A huge uneasiness arose in his subconscious. The man immediately bypassed his sharp eyes around the black tree and swept to the many scenes in the distance. Behind the mountains where the man was inhabited was an extremely huge valley.

After his eyes passed over the black trees, he first saw the mountain mushrooms emerging from the cracks of the cliffs, and then saw a jungle growing along the mountain. Wild grasses grew in the woodland, and there were occasionally a few lilies in the grass. Outside the jungle, you could vaguely see the scattered huge rocks lying on a vast open space - but what is incredible is that whether it is cliffs, mountain mushrooms, jungles, wild grasses, lilies, rocks and open spaces, everything is the same dark black. The whole world seen by the man through this gap is a deep dark dark!

Looking at the dark and strange land, the man was silent, and his eyes were filled with deep horror. Although he had been mentally prepared to welcome all shocking scenes along the way, the scene hidden in the ancient depths was still shocked to him. His stagnant eyes slowly retracted, and then he saw that the front part of the ground under his feet was also black, as if he was stepping on the junction between the outside world and the black and strange land ahead. He really couldn't believe what he saw, but his eyes repeatedly looked out from afar and saw that everything was consistent.

The black ground with the breath of death deep in the darkness - it is a black ground! The black ground exactly the same as the location of Afang Palace! All scenery is black, and everything is silent! Looking at the secret that everyone has not yet known, the man is in the black ground - the almost blank words in the history and geographical classics of the Three Realms. No book records the meaning behind the black ground. Only literally can we guess that everything in its environment is black. Before setting foot in Qin Chu, the man did not even know the existence of the black ground.

When he sneaked into the Afang Palace, it was his first time to witness its true face. The geographical environment where all the scenery was black and everything was as dead as dead gave him a deep impression. It was a strange place without life. Yes, there was no life. Although trees, flowers, plants, and even birds and beasts still survived as usual, the dead black seemed to have stamped everything. They were already different from the existence of all things in nature, and their survival was just death in a sense.

Even their existence itself is a symbol of death. It is like a quiet hell. Men cannot imagine how nature could have given birth to such a completely dead and dark area, which can only be understood as the world's greatness.

But later, what he saw and heard after entering Afang Palace gradually deepened the man's understanding and impression of the black land - the black soil that reached a thousand meters deep, the golden red liquid pool hidden in the strata, especially when he stood by the Lingchi heard Zhang Liang's exclamation at all the related factors of the black land, Lingchi, sacrificed skulls, and forbidden art "Reincarnation Day", he knew that this black land was even more terrifying than he thought. Why was there a black land eight hundred miles north of Xianyang of Qin Chu? Why did those people melt the Lingchi in the strata of the black land? Why did the black land have a relationship with the legendary forbidden art?

If there is some kind of strict relationship behind all this, there is some unknown chain of cause and effect between Lingchi, forbidden art, and the black ground - Lingchi can only melt in the black ground, and the forbidden art can only release it in the black ground - "Why is there a second black ground in the world?" The man stared deeply at the scene of death in front of him, and asked silently again. All the signs seen in his eyes indicate that the black ground is an extremely special geographical environment, and the man obviously does not believe that aimlessness will naturally produce two identical black grounds by chance. Naturally, there is no such consciousness, and he will not create such a dead and silent area for the sake of the forbidden art - unless "unless the origin of the black ground... is artificial..." The man condensed his pupils and blurted out this terrible idea.

Yes, only people can do this kind of thing consciously, and only people can connect all these things that are enough to lead to the end of the world... Just like Ying Zheng and others who do whatever they want to cultivate Lingchi and release the forbidden arts, the existence of the black land is probably also related to people... Human consciousness is the most terrifying thing in the world. - the battlefield of Lingcheng.

On the battlefield, in order to prevent the duel between him and Zhong Wuyan from hurting others, Lian Po took the lead in rushing out of the battlefield with soldiers and heading to a jungle northwest of the plain. After watching Lian Po's majestic figure leave, Zhong Wuyan also kept her promise and left the battlefield with him... However, she swung the heavy hammer and rushed towards him fiercely...

Tens of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield saw that two tough and powerful characters finally left, and both the Beasts Legion and the Imperial Guards subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. But in a flash, they looked at each other again, holding their weapons tightly, and rushed towards the enemy. The wild beasts were chaotic, the blades were cut off, blood was flowing everywhere, and people died on the battlefield. The battle was still going on cruelly and fiercely. At this time, Xiang Yu and Bai Qi, who were fighting hard in the distance, naturally realized the departure of Lian Po and Zhong Wuyan, and they both noticed the subtle changes in the situation on the battlefield. Xiang Yu knew in his heart that this was an advantage for them. Lian Po took away Queen Zhong Wuyan, and Long Jie Ji Bu could withdraw from his troops to lead the troops to fight, and the military generals on the front battlefield became much more beneficial.

"Zhong Wuyan, this idiot!" Bai Qi stared at Zhong Wuyan's figure who was drifting away, and couldn't help but curse in his heart. But Zhong Wuyan had already left the battlefield, and he could not help but do anything. At present, he himself also had a powerful enemy, Xiang Yu, and the frontal military battle could only be left to fate... - Xianyang Palace City. Xianyang is windy. In the summer sun, the cool breeze blows from afar from outside the palace, swaying the woman's cherry red hair and purple leaves. Standing in the shadows of the sunshine and the palace building.

Mulan, with her long hair, stared at the lonely figure who appeared on the hundred steps and was on the palace. He was wearing a fusso-style navy blue armor, a single silk clothes set off with hard muscles, a tricycle emblem on the armor of cold iron, a blue belt at the beginning, and two swords were wrapped around her waist. She had messy short beards on her chin, and a slender sword mark on her left eye, with a vicissitudes of face and sharp eyes, like a swordsman wandering around the world.

Mulan was examining his image, and he was also staring at Mulan's every "Mulan, you are finally here." Miyamoto Musashi swept across Mulan's beautiful face with a sharp gaze as sharp as a blade, with a bit of trembling keenness in his vicissitudes of voice. "It seems that you have been waiting for me for a long time." Mulan's eyes were condensed with cold light and responded sharply. "That's right..." Miyamoto Musashi pressed the sword around her waist with her hands and said in a deep voice, "In order to fight with you, I have been waiting in Xianyang Palace for a long time."

"To fight with me?" Mulan said in a little surprised, "I have no relationship with you and no grudges afterwards. I can understand that you are working for Ying Zheng, but why do you have to fight with me?"

"Please make it clear."

"Of course we have no grudges or grudges." Miyamoto stared at Mulan and said in a low and hoarse voice, "But I have taken a fancy to your name of "Legend Blade" and decided to compete with you to distinguish the sword skills!" "It's all just a false reputation." Mulan smiled and asked Miyamoto Musashi again, "And you are already the famous "Fusang Sword Saint" in the world, why should you be obsessed with name and duel?" Musashi Miyamoto rested for a moment, stared at Mulan's gaze, and the sword marks on his left eye were inexplicably chilling. "The road to duel is endless. I vow to fight swordsmen all over the world and pursue the world's best swordsmanship - this is what I have been my lifelong aspiration!"

"So, please take my letter of war and fight to the death with Musashi!" When his words fell like thunder, Miyamoto Musashi's fingers tweaked, and the sword on his waist had already emitted an inch of sharpness.

Mulan faced Miyamoto Musashi's insistence on pressing her face, and after a moment of calming, the corner of her mouth slightly raised, reflecting a half-faced sneer: "It's indeed the rumored Fusang Sword Saint, Zhu Yuansheng is obsessed with the swordsmanship."

(End of this chapter)
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