The Tao is far away

Just as the young man surnamed Chen was about to step forward and pick up the black snake horn, his hand movements suddenly stopped, his eyes became dull, and a trace of blood flowed from his nose.

At this moment, a huge purple bell fell straight from the sky, carrying with it the force of thunder and struck the young man named Chen on the head.

The trance in the young man's mind disappeared, and he looked up at the sky with difficulty, his eyes full of fear and disbelief, and then he lost consciousness.

His head split open, like a ripe watermelon being smashed heavily to the ground, blood splattered everywhere, staining the surrounding land red.

At this time, a man with a unique temperament slowly emerged from a stone not far from the young man named Chen.

Wang Chi's face was as gloomy as water, his steps were light and firm. He stretched out his hand and grabbed, and a black horn and two storage bags appeared steadily in his hand.

Wang Chi narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned with his spiritual sense. There were a variety of pills in the storage bag. There were quite a few of them, but most of them were ordinary stuff. The only valuable one was the Lingxi Pendant.

Wang Chi shot out a fireball without hesitation. The fireball hit the man surnamed Chen with a whistling sound. In an instant, the man surnamed Chen's body turned into ashes.

Wang Chi waved his hand, and several stones seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, rolling over and covering the ashes of the young man named Chen.

"For the sake of this magic weapon and the black snake horn, I will erect a monument for you!"

After skinning the black snake, Wang Chi carefully moved towards the center of the forbidden area.

"This spiritual thorn is really useful against cultivators of the same level."

Wang Chi's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a confident smile.

"Dark Moon" gave him enough confidence, allowing him to fight in this forbidden area full of dangers.

As he walked, Wang Chi came to a swamp. The surrounding area was filled with thick fog and visibility was extremely low.

"Strange, there's a forest here on the map."

"Qingluan didn't say this is a swamp."

This forced Wang Chi to use his spiritual sense and move his feet vigilantly, taking every step carefully, looking for a place to land.

As for flying, he could only stay in the air for a short time during the Qi Refining Stage, and flying a sword consumed too much spiritual energy, which was not worth it.

To be on the safe side, Wang Chi also put on the invisible spirit veil, and his figure completely disappeared in the thick fog.

Everything around was white and surprisingly quiet, without even a bird chirping.

Wang Chi frowned, feeling uneasy in his heart.

He stopped and secretly activated the Zixia Bell. His eyes were as sharp as torches, and he vigilantly covered the surroundings with his spiritual sense.

There was nothing around, and this eerie quietness made Wang Chi even more uneasy.

Wang Chi thought that some monsters with special magical powers could prevent spiritual awareness from spying.

A divine power attached to the eyes, and the surroundings turned into a negative film.

But still nothing.

Am I overthinking it? Wang Chi asked himself in his heart.

At this moment, the relatively solid ground under Wang Chi's feet suddenly surged.

Wang Chi was shocked. How could he forget where to put his feet?

It turns out that Wang Chi's current spiritual awareness covers a hemispherical area. If he didn't remember it, he wouldn't have explored the area under his feet.

The Eye of Divine Mind is a minor magical power in "Mingyue" and is not restricted by the number of levels of the technique.

Although he could see extremely tiny fluctuations of spiritual power around him, Wang Chi still did not look at his feet.

Wang Chi hurriedly retreated several steps. A monster covered in black mud rushed out of the swamp and hit Wang Chi's thigh. Fortunately, Wang Chi dodged quickly enough.

Wang Chi looked closely and found that it was a crocodile, but it had a pair of wings.

"This is a flying mud crocodile!" Wang Chi exclaimed.

"And he has a third-level cultivation!"

Wang Chi remembered Qingluan’s words. This crocodile was born from the negative energy of the swamp and is very powerful.

Wang Chi tore off the muddy veil and looked displeased.

"I didn't want to hurt you, but you soiled my Hidden Spirit Veil, so you have to compensate me with your inner elixir!" Wang Chi shouted loudly.

In fact, the inner elixir of this monster is a material for the foundation-building pill. If you take it out, you can exchange it for a complete foundation-building pill.

Wang Chi instantly summoned the Zixia Bell, which emitted a faint purple aura and grew larger in the wind before smashing towards the mud crocodile.

The crocodile opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a stream of black venom, which collided with the Zixia Bell.

This Zixia Bell is indeed a replica of a spiritual treasure from the Tianxuan Holy Land. Its attack is so fierce that even this mud crocodile in the early stage of foundation building cannot resist it.

The Zixia Bell was shining brightly and a roar of a dragon came from the bell. The next moment, a purple dragon flew out, its body more than twice as big as the crocodile.

The purple dragon roared and bit the mud crocodile. After just one encounter, the crocodile fell into the mud.

The purple dragon turned into a purple bell again and returned to Wang Chi's hands.

The next time the Purple Dragon is used will be nine days later.

Just when Wang Chi let down his guard, the crocodile lying in the mud began to melt and split into twelve small crocodiles.

Twelve little crocodiles flew in the sky, spitting black mud from their mouths and spraying towards Wang Chi.

Although there was thick fog all around, these little crocodiles had nowhere to hide from Wang Chi's detection.

Wang Chi dodged sideways and quickly threw out twelve fireball talismans in his hand.

The fireball hit the little crocodiles, splashing sparks, but failed to cause any substantial harm to them, only drying the mud on their bodies.

"Huh, it's really troublesome!" Wang Chi frowned and said with an irritable look.

I saw a light shining from the little crocodile's mouth, and the light followed the black mud and sprayed towards Wang Chi quickly like a meteor.

A phantom instantly appeared in the Zixia Bell, like a solid shield, protecting Wang Chi tightly inside.

The light hit the purple bell fiercely, but failed to shake it at all, as if the purple bell was an insurmountable mountain.

In front of Wang Chi, a talisman flashed with brilliant light, and then a small red sword appeared out of thin air.

The Chixiao Sword instantly split into twelve sword streams, which emitted bursts of sword sounds that were like the roars of evil spirits, carrying a chilling murderous aura, and rushed towards the little crocodile.

However, surprisingly, the little crocodile seemed to be completely unafraid of the attack of the talisman and did not even have the slightest intention of dodging.

Wang Chi was also puzzled, but he did not stop his movements, still controlling the sword with all his strength to kill the little crocodile.

With a few loud bangs, the little crocodile was instantly smashed to pieces, turned into a pool of mud again, and fell powerlessly into the swamp.

Wang Chi felt something was wrong.

He quickly used his divine eye to check and saw that subtle spiritual power was constantly gathering at the bottom of the swamp.

"Come again?" Wang Chi snorted coldly.

Wang Chi combined the twelve sword streams into one, and the surging red light was like a roaring fire dragon, stabbing straight into the swamp.

Wang Chi stared closely, but found that the red light seemed to enter the swamp without any movement.

"Huh, I don't believe it."

Wang Chi clenched his teeth and quickly formed some magic spells with his hands.

I saw the red light in the swamp becoming brighter and brighter.

Finally, with a loud "bang", a huge deep pit was blown out in the swamp, mud and water splashed everywhere, and the surrounding thick fog was scattered.

"I'm going to detonate a talisman and I don't believe I can't kill you!" Wang Chi said angrily.

You know, by detonating the talisman, you can release one third of the power of the magic weapon, but it can only be used once.

Fortunately, Wang Chi had quite a few talismans, so there was no need to feel bad if he lost one.

Wang Chi jumped into the deep pit, expecting to take out the magic pill, but when he stretched out his hand, he grabbed it, but it was a piece of skin.

Wang Chi looked at the crocodile skin in his hand, his face so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it.