Legend: Heavenly destiny, I snatched the opportunity

The black cat's body suddenly erupted with a dead aura that was different from ordinary people, and the breath that belonged to the demon beast was revealed very restrainedly, but it only came out a little, enveloping it entirely.

In the respective realms of the two people, the sword spirit also restrained his aura, trying not to conflict with the black cat.

Fu Chengyang, who noticed this, was quite satisfied.

Under the oppression of the sword spirit, the murmur gradually became louder, and gradually turned into an inaudible wailing scream, the sound was very poignant, even if Fu Chengyang reacted quickly and took measures to protect his ears, but the moment he heard the sound before, he was still vibrating, and blood slowly flowed out of his ears.

Then he was dizzy, as if something was going to come in, and kept wandering in his mind.

Fu Chengyang gritted his teeth, held back the feeling that poured into his mind, stretched out his hand to pinch the trick, and a stream of spiritual power meandered up: "Scatter!"

After a stalemate, he finally let the voice in his head disperse a little, but before he could react, he saw a black shadow in front of him directly envelop him.

The aura of terror came straight in, as if in purgatory, filled with despair and wailing.

It was pitch black all around, and then the scarlet earth under his feet cracked, Fu Chengyang raised his hand to pinch the sword technique, stepped on the flying sword steadily, and looked down at the only scenery around.

He quickly understood where he was now, this was a rather outrageous place, similar to the realm of things, the same as those formations, but the difference was that the formations were all illusory, and the realm was much more real than those formations, and they could be used when they reached a certain realm, and people stretched freely in it, and there were also situations where people were suppressed, and this situation was mostly reflected in the situation that the gap between the two was very large.

This kind of field is usually full of killing machines, the so-called wrong step, there is not much decryption here, some are just a duel of strength.

But this kind of artifact that can be used is the first time Fu Chengyang has seen it, and after observing it for a long time, Fu Chengyang understands that this land full of cracks is his only choice - the higher he goes, he feels that the spiritual power is completely suppressed, and the gap in cultivation makes it very difficult for Fu Chengyang to deal with it.

Looks like...... Is it because he saw that the sword spirit was really not easy to mess with, so he just came to

capture the thief and capture the king first? Fu Chengyang couldn't help laughing, this feeling was too strange, and it was the first time that he was passively involved because of the sword spirit.

For the first time, he was the first to break through.

If he dies, the sword spirit without the master will fall into a deep sleep again until it is discovered by the next master.

But if something happens to him here, he must not be able to help the sword spirit, or even make a mess.

Fu Chengyang sighed, he didn't know how long he stayed here, there were only two ways to solve this place - either brute force, after all, nothing was more direct than fists.

The second is to cooperate with the sword spirit, although he has cut off his connection with the sword spirit, but the latter has recognized the Lord with himself, and the bond in this is not something that can be isolated from the realm of an artifact.

Fu Chengyang couldn't help but feel helpless, if he didn't have the Falling Sky Sword, then this knife would be a murder weapon that would kill people.

Fu Chengyang lowered his head and followed the cracked gap all the way.

This road was calm and stable, so stable that Fu Chengyang had a beautiful illusion, but there was no wind around, and no matter how stable the environment was, it also made people feel a strange sense of separation.

Fu Chengyang walked around this place for a long time, it stands to reason that since the opening of the realm according to personal strength, the size of each person's realm should be determined by their own strength.

And this realm looked vast and boundless at first glance, but in fact, Fu Chengyang quickly manipulated the flying sword to the end of this realm.

It was an extremely small crack, just a glance, Fu Chengyang immediately lowered the height of the flying sword, and the whole person quickly flew towards that place.

By the time it flew to that place, it landed on the ground and was immediately grabbed by something.

When I looked down, I saw that it was a withered hand.

The alarm bell sounded in my heart.

Raising his head and looking around quickly, countless arms rose from the ground in an instant, and this kind of hand condensed from the ground waved wildly in the air, expecting to be able to grasp everything that could be grasped, and that Fu Chenyang was the unlucky person who unfortunately fell into it.

But he didn't have any fear on his face, and as soon as he raised his hand directly, a flame rose from his hand, and all the hands that were directly forced took a step back, which was not considered a retreat, after all, those hands were all fixed on the ground, and it was difficult to move an inch.

And Fu Chenyang's flames only made those hands, especially those near the flames, stop showing their teeth and claws, and stand there quietly, curled up like a dry chicken claw.

Everything is attacked with fire, this is the best way, if it is faced with fire, then it is overcome with water.

Fu Chengyang's method was quite effective and efficient, and in a short time, the ground was cleared out of the road for one person to walk.

As for the dry hands, I don't know if they had completely lost their vitality because of the burning of the flames, so they curled up there, and showed no signs of revival for a long time.

This reassured Fu Chengyang, at least he shouldn't have any more trouble during this time.

Ignoring the arms that were still waving on the periphery, Fu Chengyang did not squint, and continued to walk down, the shape of this crack was quite irregular, crooked, and even some of the cracks were all extremely high cliffs.

Fu Chengyang can only manipulate the flying sword to take himself down while walking, but the further down he goes, the stronger the sense of suffocation, if going up is to seal his spiritual power, then going down is directly planning to kill himself, and in that mid-air, this is a never-ending wandering here, as if he is a wandering spirit.

Just by taking a look, Fu Chengyang immediately gave up his intention to entangle with it, and there was a boiling magma mouth underneath, and countless heat waves were surging in the bushes, and it was impossible to seal such a huge place with his own strength.

If you act rashly, it will be no different from a mayfly shaking a tree, and it will be gone.

But if you continue like this, you will not be able to find a way out. Fu Chengyang thought about it and began to try to summon his own sword, but it was no surprise that he didn't get a response, neither the sword spirit nor the ordinary iron sword he wore before would respond to him.

And the sword under his feet is essentially just a practice for the flying of the sword, something that is uniformly distributed by the sect.