The crowd gathered and dispersed, forming teams of twos and threes, each heading to the cleaning area they were responsible for.

An hour later, Jiang Heng and Qian Hun were walking farther and farther in the dark mist, and could no longer see the figures of their other companions.

The strange black tide is getting thinner now, but it will take several days for them to completely dissipate.

In this case, it is the best time to eliminate the monsters.

When the black tide comes, the monks who enter it will be susceptible to mysterious influences if the time is too long.

Some become obsessed, some die smiling, and even worse, fall into bloody killings. These weird situations have happened in the past decades...

Therefore, the cultivation world of Qingxu Continent has always regarded Kuroshio as strange and a formidable enemy.

The birds and animals affected by the Kuroshio will undergo mutated changes in a short period of time.

The monsters Qian Hun mentioned were these things.

Some of the mutated monsters have grotesque looks, some have swollen bodies and exploded to death, some have purified blood and enhanced physiques...

"Senior Brother Qian, are those monsters with purified bloodline alive?" Jiang Heng and Qian Hun were walking and talking, and unknowingly fell at the end of the crowd.

"If they are dead, why should we catch them?" Qian Hun said, nodding to the crowd who were looking at them.

"Catch them? Shouldn't they be cleaned up and killed?" Jiang Heng asked strangely.

"Well, only those whose bloodline is not pure enough will be killed. Those whose bloodline is relatively pure will be captured and given to the big shots above in exchange for opportunities. They call those monsters with purified bloodline demons."

Qian Hun explained patiently, drew out his long sword from a black sheath, and casually killed several mutated wild boars and wild foxes.

Jiang Heng pretended to be a little unable to hold back, and said: "Senior Brother Qian, can you give me the long sword so that I can enjoy myself?"

"Okay, let's go there! There seems to be a demonic presence near the big river, like a demon. This is a great opportunity!"

Qian Hun smiled gently and handed the long black sheath sword to Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng held the hilt of his sword tightly, took half a step to the left without leaving a trace, pointed to a patch of grass on the river bank, and exclaimed.

"Senior Brother Qian, look at that thing lying by the river. Is it a demon that can be exchanged for opportunities?!"

Qian Hun squinted at the grass, grinned strangely, activated his seventh-level Kunlun realm cultivation, and suddenly pounced on Jiang Heng.

"Junior brother Jiang, stop pretending to be a ghost with me! To tell you the truth, you are the monster in my eyes, and it is the opportunity for me to make great progress... Only if you die, will the magic treasures and silks in the Treasure Pavilion be truly

Come home to me!"

"Damn it, this Qian Hun has really been harmful to me for a long time!" Jiang Heng's heart thumped, and he raised his sword at an angle and slashed hard at Qian Hun's neck.

Unexpectedly, Qian Hun, who was in mid-air, suddenly twisted his body in an incredible way, narrowly avoiding the edge of the sword, and blasted out a three-foot-sized phantom of the moon from his palm.

Pure Heart Bright Moon Technique!

This is the introductory technique of Jingming Sect. When Qian Hun used it, its power was far beyond that of ordinary seventh-level disciples of Kunlun Realm!

If it hits an ordinary person, the bones will hardly survive.

The bright moon was approaching, threatening and oppressive, and Jiang Heng felt a chill on his body.

Hold the sword tightly, mobilize your back muscles, and resist the bombardment of the bright moon's shadow.

A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his body did not move. He said in as calm a tone as possible:

"The Art of Purifying the Heart and the Bright Moon, Xiao Dao'er! It's nothing more than that, quickly kneel down and admit defeat. Otherwise, you will die without a burial place..."

"Really? I don't believe it!" Qian Hun grabbed the sword with his hand, turned the sword's edge and stabbed Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng laughed secretly when he saw that the method of stimulating generals was effective.

Hearing the sound of the long sword piercing the air, his body suddenly tilted to avoid the fatal blow to his heart.

laugh!

The black-sheathed sword pierced Jiang Heng's chest, bringing out a bloody flower that fell into the river.

The river flow becomes faster and the white waves surge like a boiling pot.

Jiang Heng groaned in pain, and before Qian Hun could continue to do evil, he turned around suddenly, hugged Qian Hun tightly and jumped into the river.

He had already determined that only by relying on his strong body could he survive in the river.

The river was ruthless and speechless, carrying Jiang Heng and Qian Hun and rushing forward!

In the river, Qian Hun was in a panic and had no time to mobilize his magic power, so he could only fight hard on the bridge.

After a few breaths, Jiang Heng was surprised.

The two of them were rushed into a secret passage at the bottom of the river by the rapids, struggled and rolled, and fell into a gloomy tomb!

The space of the tomb was about a hundred feet in size. It was lit by a long-bright lamp that was about a foot high. In the center stood a giant ancient bronze coffin with the lid open!

The lights flickered, making the surroundings look like ghosts.

The rapids of the river were like a waterfall falling from the sky, smashing into the ancient bronze coffin that was seven feet long and three feet wide, without any sign of overflowing.

What is surprising is that as the water flow continues to fall, strands of light black clouds and mist continue to escape from the ancient bronze coffin.

The entire ancient bronze coffin, with its lid turned sideways, was filled with fierce flames.

There are forty-nine seven-inch-long coffin nails scattered around the coffin, glowing with bright red blood.

Not far from the coffin lid, there is a two-foot long three-pointed two-edged halberd, broken into two pieces and stained with rust.

A collapsed and dilapidated stone statue of a three-eyed god. Its head and lower body were separated from the stone base, and its surface was covered with small dark green flowers with ghost faces.

Jiang Heng, who was in the torrent, could clearly hear that the little flowers with grimaces noticed their arrival and screamed excitedly.

"Come on, be happy, you have a lot of time anyway!"

"You're a little skilled, how dare you do the same thing...GuluGulu!" Qian Hun opened his mouth and cursed half a sentence, slapped Jiang Heng away with his palm, jumped out of the torrent, landed heavily on the ground, and gasped for breath.

Jiang Heng, who was in the river, was so slapped that his body tilted and he rushed towards the ancient bronze coffin at high speed.

Below the end of the torrent, it was so dark that it was hard to see clearly.

Jiang Heng pulled out the long sword on his back with his backhand, grinning in pain. Just before falling into the coffin, he thrust the sword hard and stabbed it at the nail hole of the coffin, using the force to jump out of the waterfall-like torrent.

Then, without waiting for Qian Hun's reaction, he raised his sword and rushed towards his opponent without saying a word, intending to fight to the death.

"Good boy, I guess you won't sit back and wait for death, but I didn't expect you to dare to take the lead!" Qian Hun was attacked by Jiang Heng and almost pierced his heart. He became angry and punched out.

The shadow of the bright moon, almost solid, roared towards Jiang Heng!

Jiang Heng raised his long sword to chop at Mingyue, but was shaken by the blow and the long sword fell out of his hands. He fell back half a foot away and hit the ancient bronze coffin heavily on his back. "I wonder what's inside the coffin?"

Fortunately, even though he was at the first level of the Kunlun Realm at the moment, his brute force was unparalleled, so it didn't matter.

In the ancient bronze coffin, black clouds and mist overflowed faster and faster, as if something was grabbing Jiang Heng's body and pulling hard backwards.

With the enemy in front of him, Jiang Heng had no chance to see what was in the coffin. Deep down in his heart, he only knew that it must be cruel and strange, and cold sweat poured down his back involuntarily.

"This kid has such a strong physique! He is clearly only at the first level of the Kunlun Realm..." Qian Hun saw that Jiang Heng was not thrown into the ancient bronze coffin as expected. He let out a surprise, stepped forward, and shot out with his palms.

Two black gusts of wind roared and washed over Jiang Heng's body, like two steel knives scraping flesh.

"Well done!" Jiang Heng sneered in his heart, took a tough blow, and moved forward with money to bully him.

With one foot on the bronze coffin, he jumped forward fiercely, grabbed the opponent's right arm with his left hand, took out a dagger with his right hand and stabbed it into the opponent's chest.

Without waiting for Qian Hun's reaction, Jiang Heng let go of the dagger, stretched out his arms to grasp the enemy, and swung his arms with all his strength.

White Ape's Horizontal Attack Technique!

The white-headed and bare-footed form of the six-foot-long giant ape appears!

Qian Hun flew across the sky, and when he passed over the ancient bronze coffin, a giant claw covered with green hair suddenly reached out and grabbed his ankle, and he fell to the ancient bronze coffin in an instant.

Half a roll of shabby bamboo slips was taken out by giant green-haired claws and scattered on the ground, stirring up three feet of dust.

Qian's whole body was in the air, pain and fear were mixed together, and his voice was almost deformed: "Junior Brother Jiang, I know you are wrong, please help me~"

boom!

The coffin lid, covered with green patina, suddenly flew up from the ground and merged with the coffin without any gaps.

Puff puff!

The coffin nails scattered on the ground have been refined into magic weapons by the contents of the coffin, and they are slowly and slowly nailed into the ancient bronze coffin following a certain pattern.

"Ah!!!" Qian Hun's eyes turned dark, and he only had time to let out a scream before he stopped talking.

From the ancient bronze coffin, the dull sound of gnawing could be heard intermittently.

What's even more strange is that even though the lid of the giant bronze coffin is closed, the rapids of the river still flow in as usual, and no droplets splash to the ground.

Jiang Heng could tell with just his intuition that the giant claw could endanger his life. He trembled all over and didn't dare to stay longer.

He casually grabbed the half-roll of broken bamboo slips from the ground, took a brief look at it, and then ran toward a bright spot with a regretful expression.

What is recorded in the tattered bamboo slips is a mysterious skill, [Qingyuan Miao Dao Sutra].

Unfortunately, the bamboo slips were badly damaged, and only a few lines of text remained, "The original source is pure and the search for the wonderful path can open up the heavens if you practice it eight or nine times! Since I was young..."

Then, before Jiang Heng ran a few steps, he gritted his teeth and stopped again, "Since we have established a cause and effect, we simply don't do anything at all..."

Turn around, bend down.
To be continued...