"Is this a test for me?" Meng Xiang looked at a path winding from under his feet to the distance, becoming thinner and thinner until it was beyond his vision. He reached out and pulled out a long rusty knife with blunt sharp edges from the side of the road, and walked forward with big steps.

Meng Xiang stepped into the gateway of the trial card, and felt that his eyes were dark. Then he found that he was standing in a wilderness, with only a small path leading to the distance.

Just as he was observing the surrounding environment, he suddenly felt something falling on his head. He dodged to the other side and raised his head.

With a bang, what fell from the sky fell into his footsteps. They were two things, a mottled blue-gray stone tablet, and a blunt knife full of yellow-brown rust. They were all old things that had gone through the years.

There are words on the stone tablet, red, which are corroded by the years and are a little mottled, but it does not prevent Meng Xiang from identifying them.

After reading the full text, he learned that the words on the monument told him the content and precautions of this test. In fact, it was very simple. He just needed to walk along the road in front of him. However, there was a premise that no matter what situation he encountered, he would never be able to leave the path, otherwise the test would end immediately.

In fact, before he saw the words on the stele, he had guessed that the test he faced was likely to have something to do with the path in front of him, because it was too obvious. However, after he read the inscription, he still frowned slightly.

What made him react in this way was not the inscription itself, but the font of the inscription, which was extremely ancient. But it was not just because of the ancient times. When he was in Tiemu City in his previous life, he had seen many ancient words at the old man who taught him ancient Chinese.

But the problem is that the words on the stone tablet are not only ancient, but also have a unique origin. They are unique words to the Yuanshi Demon Sect, exactly the same words as the words of the Great Formless Magic Art he obtained from Mo Tong.

He once asked Mo Tong for advice because of his special writing of the Great Foresightless Magic Art. She told him that those were Yuanshi Demonic Texts, which were said to be invented by the founder of the Yuanshi Demon Sect, and had incredible power, but she couldn't tell what kind of power they had.

How could Yuanshi Demonic Text appear here? Is it related to the Yuanshi Demonic Sect or did the Trial Field understand his identity and specially made a trial scene for him? Meng Xiang didn't know, but he was a person who was open and he was no longer persistent if he couldn't figure it out. He put it aside for the time being, and he believed that he would always find the answer.

It was not that he had thought of secretly communicating Mo Tong and asking her to help. Unfortunately, for some reason, he completely lost contact with her, and his storage ring could not be opened.

Only then did he completely believe in the inscription: if he wanted to walk the road in front of him, he could only rely on himself, no, the rust knife inserted beside the stone tablet.

The rust knife was very long, about a foot longer than the long knife he used to use, and it was very heavy. With his current strength, he still felt a little pressing. Fortunately, it was similar to the long knife, so he quickly became familiar with it. Familiar with the knife in his hand was undoubtedly very important for a swordsman.

Meng Xiang dragged his long sword and walked forward step by step along the path. He was neither fast nor slow, but it was the least physically consumed. As a swordsman who practiced swordsmanship, he deeply understood that any extra physical consumption is sometimes fatal.

His keen intuition told him that it was not easy for him to complete this path, and it would be very difficult. Although he had not encountered any danger now, he believed that he would encounter it soon.

When Meng Xiang took 1,582 steps, he suddenly stopped and looked at the road ten feet away in front of him, motionless, as if flowers suddenly grew on the broken paving stones.

Of course, no flowers grew on the road, not even a single grass. Only broken paving stones recorded the traces of time, but soon something more peculiar than flowers appeared on the road.

The road surface cracked, like a hole cut by a quick knife, silently, and then a palm came out of the crack. There was no flesh at all, only bones left, and it was grayish white, as if a light knock would break into countless small pieces.

Ten seconds later, a skeleton stood ten feet in front of Meng Xiang, and the crack had disappeared, as if it had never appeared before. In fact, the skeleton was standing on the crack that had appeared before and now disappeared inexplicably.

The skeleton's skeleton, like the palm that poked out of the ground at the front, appeared grayish white that had been corroded by time, and seemed to be very unsolid.

Meng Xiang looked at it with a calm expression, but a hint of solemnity appeared in his eyes. He felt awe-inspiring momentum on the skeleton. And people with this momentum are dangerous, whether they are small children, white-haired old men, or just a skeleton.

Meng Xiang looked at the skeleton in front of him and his eyes stopped on its right palm. It held a sword in its hand, only half of which was left, and it was extremely decayed. It seemed that as long as it was lightly under pressure, it would turn into pieces.

Finally, Meng Xiang's eyes stopped on the skeleton's black eye socket. Although it was just two small black holes, he vaguely felt it was looking at him and looking at it, just as he was observing it and looking at it.

After looking at each other for about twenty seconds, Meng Xiang took his left foot and took a step forward. It was this step that brought the distance between him and the skeleton to within eight feet, which was this step that made the skeleton move.

The rusted sword in the skeleton's hand stabbed towards Meng Xiang, and the target was his throat. In Meng Xiang's eyes, the broken sword disappeared, replaced by an invincible magic weapon, carrying an indomitable aura.

Even though he has now achieved his true body without leakage and some magic weapons cannot harm his body, he believes that as long as he is stabbed by it, it will definitely penetrate his neck.

Fast! Too fast! The broken sword seemed to have cut through the barrier of space and came directly to Meng Xiang's throat. When he was about to raise the knife to block it, the tip of the broken sword was less than one foot and five from his throat, and he could no longer count on the knife in his hand.

What's even more terrible is that from the trend of the broken sword, it not only aimed at his throat, but also sealed all his retreat. Whether it was dodging left and right, jumping up and down, or retreating, he would be attacked by it, and because of the accumulation of momentum, its attacks would become more sharp and more terrifying.

If he wanted to defeat the skeleton holding the broken sword, he had to take its sword. When the broken sword was less than a foot away from his throat, he opened his mouth and a white light shot out, hitting the tip of the broken sword accurately.

In an instant, the broken sword was shattered into countless pieces. Meng Xiang successfully avoided the sword through the throat, but his eyes became more and more serious. The fragments turned into the broken sword turned into invincible magic weapons.

The last time he was facing a sword, and now it has become a thousand and hundreds of knives. The last time he only needed to protect his throat, but this time he had to protect his whole body because the fragments of the broken sword shot at all the vital points of his body, and he could feel that they all had the power that was no less than the first sword.

In other words, if the broken sword fragments were shot into his body, he would immediately turn into a sieve. At the same time, he also understood why the skeleton held a broken sword that could be broken by touch. This sword was specially prepared for this killer move.

He believed that even if he didn't touch the broken sword, it would turn into pieces in front of him and become the carrier of the skeleton's killer move. The only difference was the distance from him when the broken sword disintegrated.

Meng Xiang, who was shrouded under the thousands of pieces of broken swords, seemed to have no choice but to avoid it, but a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes. At the same time, he flew back from his body, which was the result of the combined effect of the thrust generated when the sword energy he sprayed and the broken sword collided with his own strength.

His retreat was not faster than the speed of the broken sword fragments flying. In fact, he didn't need him to be faster than them, as long as they couldn't touch his body, and even as long as the fragments could lift the knife in his hand before touching his body.

The long sword in Meng Xiang's hand finally held it in front of him before the broken sword pieces shot. He waved it gently, without any skill or aesthetics, like a broom, but it achieved his goal. The broken sword pieces were like garbage, all swept aside by the rust knife.

After resolving the crisis, Meng Xiang did not counterattack on the attacking skeleton, but just looked at it. Suddenly, there was a dense sound of shattering in its body, like a person stepping on thin ice.

The next moment, dense cracks appeared on every bone in its body. It turned into a bunch of grayish-white debris and merged with the broken paving stone, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

Meng Xiang's face showed no surprise. He had already inferred from the strength of the skeleton's sword and the bones of the skeleton that it only had one chance to attack.

Meng Xiang stepped forward. When he passed by the bone fragments turned into by the skeleton, a dark light suddenly shot out from his eyebrows. He rolled the bone fragments and brought up a black crystal bead the size of a little fingertip, and flew into his sea of ​​consciousness with the black light.

Meng Xiang looked inside, and as he expected, the black crystal bead flew straight into the mouth of the demon soul of the demon species. Gaba made a crisp sound, and the demon soul chewed the crystal bead and swallowed it into his stomach like a pot of crust.

At the same time, Meng Xiang felt a sense of satisfaction, which was transmitted from the demon soul. He found that after eating the black crystal bead, the demon soul actually grew a little, and his body became solidified.

Could the black crystal bead help the demon soul grow? Meng Xiang felt a little joy in his heart. At this moment, he discovered that the demon soul made a breathing action and really vomited something, which surprised him a little. Since the day of its birth, it has only entered and not exited.

When Meng Xiang looked at the things that the demon soul spit out, they were some faint Venus, which was about the same size as the fireflies in summer and had the same brightness. Those Venus circled around the head of the demon soul among the demon souls, flew straight out of the demon seed, and flew towards the black pagoda he obtained in the secret realm.
Chapter completed!