The second trial of the second peak, Miasma Forest.

This forest is a huge maze with complicated roads, many of which are dead ends, and the end is shrouded in a large poisonous miasma.

Once a monk steps into the Miasma Forest, he will be randomly teleported to a strange place, and everyone will be separated.

In the huge maze-like miasma forest, the monks can only rely on themselves for everything.

Han Mo was walking alone on the winding path, and the surrounding woods were shrouded in colorful miasma.

Needless to say, these miasmas contain extremely poisonous gases. If you accidentally get a trace of them, your intestines will be pierced and torn, and you will die from the poison.

Han Mo frowned slightly and thought in his mind.

The most important thing about this miasma forest is to keep trying to find the right route and get out of the miasma maze.

To overcome this level, you must be careful not to be impatient, stay calm enough, and constantly analyze the direction of the correct path.

At this point, Han Mo is confident, he is no worse than anyone else.

Along the way, Han Mo walked and stopped, making a mark at every fork in the road to prevent him from getting lost.

Everything went smoothly. Half an hour later, Han Mo had walked about half the distance.

At this time, he was standing at a fork in the road, tearing off a small strip of cloth from his clothes and pressing it on the ground with a stone to mark it, when suddenly there was a slight abnormal sound in his ears.

If it had been anyone else, they would have ignored it.

Han Mo's eyes were slightly focused, and he kept moving his hands, pressing the strip of cloth with a stone to mark it. Others couldn't see any clues. However, at this moment, all his thoughts were focused on his ears, pointing towards him.

Listen carefully in the direction from which the abnormal noise is coming.

Another strange sound came, and this time, Han Mo heard it more clearly.

Suddenly, Han Mo's expression changed and he lowered his head suddenly.

brush!

A sharp dagger grazed Han Mo's scalp.

Han Mo's reaction just now, if he had been half a minute later, the dagger would have been violently inserted into his head.

If his head is pierced, Han Mo will really be dead, and it will be difficult for gods to save him.

Dodging the fatal blow, Han Mo took advantage of the situation and rolled like a lazy donkey, widening the distance between him and the sneak attacker.

Han Mo stared intently, as he had expected in his heart, and sure enough, the person who attacked him was none other than Wang Hui!

At this moment, Wang Hui had a broken arm, his expression was twisted and ferocious, and he looked frantic and vicious.

He was like a wounded snake, with a violent and bloodthirsty look in his eyes, glaring at Han Mo fiercely.

Wang Hui's sinister voice sounded, "Damn handyman bitch, I didn't expect you to be quite smart. But now that Li Ping'an isn't around to protect you, it's useless no matter how smart you are. You're dead today!"

Facing Wang Hui's sudden attack and the life and death crisis, Han Mo's eyes were firm and steady, without too much fear and panic. He still remained calm enough.

Han Mo said coldly: "The trial of the Three Peaks of the Immortal is broadcast live with a water curtain covering the sky. If you kill me, everyone can see it clearly. When you return to the Qingxi Mountain Paradise, the torture hall will not let you go."

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"Hahaha……"

Wang Hui laughed wildly: "Damn you bastard, what do you know? The three peaks of the Immortal Trial Spiritual Land were personally arranged by a super strong man from the Three Thousand Dao Sect. It is so magical! In many places, water covers the sky.

Even the curtain cannot shine. For example, in this miasma forest, where we are now, there is a mist above us, and no one knows what is going on inside!"

Wang Hui's blood-red eyes stared at Wang Hui ferociously, filled with murderous intent and extremely ferocious.

"After I kill you, I will throw you into the poisonous miasma. Your body will turn into a pool of blood. No one can guess how you died. The execution hall wants to hold me accountable, but they can't.

Maybe, hahaha..."

Han Mo's eyes narrowed. He didn't expect that such a thing would happen.

The water curtain that covers the sky cannot even illuminate the interior of the Misty Forest.

In this case, he is really in danger.

At this time, Li Ping'an didn't know where he was. It was obviously unrealistic to think that his magic weapon would descend from the sky and suddenly appear here to save him.

Han Mo held the small wooden sword in his hand tightly, and his eyes became sharper little by little.

Although Li Pingan was very strong and was kind enough to him, Han Mo couldn't hide behind Li Pingan for the rest of his life.

You have to walk your own path!

If there is no way to go, use the sword in your hand to cut a way!

With his thoughts clear and his state of mind elevated, Han Mo's whole aura surged instantly.

The Nine-turn Lightning Strike Zaomu Sword in his hand seemed to have sensed the change in the master's mood, and actually shone with an arc of electricity.

Tsk!

The arcing sound was heard, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

Thunder is the strongest energy of heaven and earth, and it has the power to cleanse away evil and evil.

The arc of lightning flashed, making Han Mo's whole body look like a god descending from heaven.

Wang Hui looked at this scene in shock, his mind trembling, and he suddenly had the illusion that he was not facing Han Mo, who was weak and vulnerable in his eyes, but Li Ping'an, who was hopelessly strong.

That's right, the feeling that Han Mo gives to Wang Hui now is very similar to that of Li Ping'an, who used the nine-turn lightning strike jujube sword to chop off Wang Hui's right arm with a thunderous sword!

Wang Hui's whole body was shaking involuntarily.

He took half a step back in horror, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

But soon, Wang Hui came back to his senses.

He, he was once again frightened by this handyman bitch, and he retreated hastily.

What a shame and humiliation, really what a shame and humiliation!

Wang Hui was furious and his face turned red, as if he had been slapped hard several times invisibly.

His expression became more and more distorted and ferocious, his eyes became crazy, and he started to scream and scream.

"Damn handyman bitch, I'm going to kill you, kill you..."

At this moment, in Wang Hui's eyes, Han Mo's figure overlapped with Li Ping'an...

Kill him, kill them!

revenge!

Revenge!

Wang Hui went completely crazy, his murderous intent was real, and he pounced on him viciously.

The dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting a message, stabbing Han Mo's throat fiercely.

A bloodthirsty and cruel smile appeared on the corner of Wang Hui's mouth.

He seemed to have seen Han Mo and Li Ping'an, both of whom had been stabbed in the throat and fell in pain in a pool of blood, struggling to death.

"Die, die, all of them die..."

clang!

There was a sound of metal and stone clashing, which made people's eardrums hurt.

The dagger in Wang Hui's hand did not hit Han Mo's throat, but was blocked by the Nine-turn Lightning Strike Zaomu Sword.

A powerful counter-shock force came, and Han Mo let out a muffled groan, and flew backwards, falling hard to the ground far away.

puff!

Han Mo opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, his injuries were not serious. After spitting out a mouthful of bruises, his expression softened a lot.

On the other side, Wang Hui, who had the upper hand, was standing there blankly, looking at the dagger in his hand in disbelief.

The killing blow he just made was actually blocked by Han Mo.

This handyman bitch could actually block his killing blow!

This, how is this possible?

Even if Wang Hui was beaten to death, he would not believe this fact.

A handyman and a bitch should be trampled under his feet by Wang Hui. Why can he compete with him now?
Chapter completed!