Darren no longer wandered in the Divine Flowing Forest as he had originally been aimlessly. They had been in this mysterious forest for five years, and Darren had no desire for the possible divine nature in the forest. He came this time not for the divine nature that symbolized the power of the gods, but with a firm belief in improving his own strength.

Gradually, Darren slowed down and resolutely chose to move north along the central axis of the Shenyue Forest, determined to cross the entire Shenyue Forest. At this moment, he no longer deliberately avoided the ferocious beasts he encountered on the way. He had made up his mind to sweep all the way and advance directly into the core area of ​​the Shenyue Forest. He knew very well that in this forest full of dangers, every battle with ferocious beasts is an excellent opportunity to sharpen himself. At this time, he did not rush to improve his realm, but silently recited in his heart: "Let's start with the foundation together!"

The surrounding mist like thick ink has become a powerful driving force for soul tempering in Darren's eyes. Darren holds a long sword and carries a sword on his back, and is immersed in the repeated practice of basic sword techniques and sword techniques every day. "Strike horizontally, chop vertically, and thorn..." He whispered the key points of each movement, and the sword in his hand kept waving, over and over again, as if tireless. The sword was still a companion who had been with him for a long time. After countless battles, although the blade was worn, it still emitted a bitter cold light. The sword was the wind-attribute soft sword that Amir had carefully refined for Darren before he went to hell. This soft sword was a thin sword, but it seemed to have life in Darren's hands. With every wave, he could feel the power of the wind flowing in it.

Time passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye, three months passed. Darren insisted on waving his weapons ten thousand times a day, especially the soft sword, and became more and more adept at using them. For several months, Darren was surprised to find that his mood became calmer and calmer. He seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, immersed in cultivation wholeheartedly, and even his clothes became dilapidated by various thorns along the way. At this moment, he was naked, and his strong muscles were shining with a healthy luster in the sun. The breeze gently blew, and the wind flowing on his body made him feel as if he was integrated with the wind and became part of the wind, running freely like the wind, invisible and unrestrained.

The soft sword in his hand seemed to have established a wonderful connection with the wind. As the wind flowed, Darren became more and more at will. His waist-length hair flew freely in the wind, which contrasted with the strong tendon flesh on his body and the power of blood that rose like a wolf smoke, giving people a unique feeling of being both brave and fearless and elegant. These should be two completely different temperaments. When it comes to a person, it should appear strange and abrupt, but in Darren, it is integrated naturally and harmoniously, as if he should have been born like this.

During the day, Darren focused on practicing swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and every move contained his deep understanding and persistent pursuit of martial arts. At night, he calmed down and meditated, feeling the gentle breeze of the wind in nature and the gurgling water flowing. In this seemingly monotonous but fulfilling day, Darren seemed to have found the tranquility and strength in his heart. Sometimes, when he met a clear pool or a rushing river in the forest of Shenyue, Darren would jump into it without hesitation. He played in the water, feeling the caress of the water,

Sometimes, he could even stay in the water all day, as if he was integrated with the water, forgetting all the troubles and dangers outside. When he saw a unique place, he would immediately sit cross-legged, close his eyes, and quietly listen to the movement trajectory of the surrounding wind and the sound of the wind, which was gentle or howling. In this mysterious forest, Darren truly did whatever he wanted, his heart was completely in line with nature, and even completely forgot the passage of time. Every enlightenment was like a baptism of the soul, which greatly sublimated his state of mind.

As time passed quietly, Darren's beard had grown to the length of his fingers. His eyes, which were originally full of evil spirits, became plain and deep under the influence of natural consequences, as if they contained endless wisdom and tranquility. However, once they encountered a ferocious beast, his eyes would instantly become extremely sharp and murderous intent, as if they instantly transformed from a quiet hermit to a cold warrior.

"Room" on a peak that is thousands of feet high, a stubborn stone as smooth as a mirror. Darren, wearing thick linen pants, has been sitting cross-legged for about half a month. A soft blue sword is placed flat on his thighs, and a sword is on his back. His whole body seems to be integrated with nature, sometimes illusory, as if it will disappear into the wind at any time; sometimes solid and heavy, as if it is as indestructible as the peak under his feet. It is just now.

In the early morning, the sky had just lit up slightly, and the rising sun of purple gold tried to penetrate the mysterious formation outside the Shenyue Forest and passed through layers of thick fog. The originally bright and dazzling sunlight became a little dark red under these heavy obstacles, like a shy ruby. Suddenly, a breeze gently blew by, and the extremely fresh air in the morning came to his face. Darren couldn't help but take a deep breath greedily, as if he wanted to incorporate all the fresh air into his body.

"Crack", at this moment, something seemed to have broken the shackles of a long time, making a crisp sound. Then, a loud bang in his body exploded, like a grand firework blooming in his body. In this wonderful epiphany, Darren's wind attribute dimension mystery and wind mystery actually broke through the bottleneck and began to slowly merge. In just a moment, he merged to nearly one-tenth of the realm. This breakthrough made Darren feel an unprecedented power surge in his body, as if his connection with this world was closer.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Puff..." Darren slowly opened his eyes, and in an instant, a lightning-like lightning shot out from his eyes. In the distance, a thunder eagle, an early-stage ferocious beast in the Holy Realm who was about to attack, seemed to have suffered a heavy hammer under the impact of this gaze. After a whine, he fell from the air like a kite with a broken string.

"Hu..." Darren breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself: You can set off. "I didn't expect that this practice has passed two years! I don't know how Yasia and the others are." A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and the longing for Yasia and Diyi surged into his heart like a tide. After that, his body turned slightly, and a stream of light flashed. When he appeared again, the stubble on his face had disappeared, and his long flowing hair was tidy again, as if it had been gently combed by the breeze. He changed into a clean and tidy clothes and instantly changed back to the previous handsome man. Darren pointed his feet gently, and he floated out directly like a messenger of the wind, flying towards the depths of the Shenyue Forest. At this moment, he was like a god in the wind, controlling the power of the wind, freely shuttled through this mysterious forest.

"Well, the group of ferocious beasts and rats!" Darren was suspended in the air, his eyes were like torches, looking at the group of rats besieging two peak barbarians below. His brows frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb for the horror of these ferocious beasts. Especially the astonishing number, thousands of group of holy rats launched attacks at the same time. In just a blink of an eye, the two tall and powerful barbarian holy domain powerhouses were eaten up by the group of crazy rats, and not even a trace of residue was left.

Just as Darren was about to leave quietly, the Rat King, who had been hiding in the group of rats, who had never taken action, slowly raised his head and looked at Darren floating in the air. His eyes were flashing with strange light, as if he was looking at the uninvited guest in front of him. "Squeak..." The Rat King made a sharp cry, as if he was giving some order. The originally noisy and chaotic rat group suddenly quieted, and the whole scene seemed to have been pressed by an invisible big hand. After that, the picture suddenly turned, and countless rat groups rose up like arrows, flying towards Darren one by one. Their two sharp teeth kept colliding, making creepy sounds, and a greedy expression appeared on their faces, as if Darren was a delicious meal in their eyes.

"Hmph, looking for death!" Seeing the other party taking the initiative to attack, Darren's face turned cold and his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle. He quickly held the sword in his hand and slashed hard in the air. In an instant, a blue wind blade appeared out of nowhere, like a blue lightning, roaring towards the group of rats with a sharp aura. With just this blow, dozens of shadow rats flying in front instantly turned into a blood mist and disappeared into the air.

Perhaps because he had not carried out such a fierce killing for a long time, after killing these shadow rats, the blood power that had been deposited in Darren's body suddenly boiled, as if the flames were ignited were burning. After that, his body moved and he took the initiative to bully the other party, like a brave cheetah, rushing towards the prey. "Puff..." The Fengling soft sword in Darren's hand was as fast as lightning, as fast as a hurricane. Under his waving, the entire space seemed to be filled with the roar of the sword. Countless shadow rats fell under his sword, turning into blood mist, and finally merged into the thick mist around him. For a moment, Darren's murderous intent surged up like a flood that broke the dam.

A violent, mad, and violent aura erupted from Darren's body. For a moment, his eyes turned slightly red, as if they were covered by a layer of blood-colored mist. With the death of more and more shadow rats, the violent aura around him became more and more intense, as if he formed a blood-colored ocean. Darren's murderous intent became stronger and stronger, as if he wanted to completely destroy everything in front of him.

"Sharp..." Suddenly, Darren felt a purple light flashing in front of him, and a purple figure flashed like a ghost. A pair of rat claws covered with cold light, with a fierce wind, grabbed Darren directly. Darren reacted quickly, and the long sword in his hand collided with the rat claws. In an instant, firelight splashed everywhere, like fireworks blooming in the night sky. The two forces fought against each other at this moment, and they were incomparable for a moment.
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