In the afternoon of the next day, a vast gray fog appeared in front of them, which was completely formed by the thick evil spirit and death energy. The continuous peaks were looming in the gray fog, and a corner of the ancient palace was faintly visible.

"We're here! Ahead is the Jueyin Death Land within the main peak!" Li Yuansong pointed at the distant gray mist.

What a strong sense of death! Mo Wen felt a slight tremor in his heart. This gray mist gave people an extremely strong sense of defeat. Life was extinct, like a dead realm in the underworld. There were also faint waves of mournful cries.

The sound lingers in the mind and spirit, and the spirit sword master who has not yet condensed the spiritual consciousness of Yuanling may be invaded by this artistic conception and may become obsessed.

Just when the four of them were attracted by the deserted land in front of them, a figure quickly swept out from the valley not far away, stopped dozens of feet away from everyone, and asked vigilantly:

"Who are you?"

Mo Wen took a look at the person who came. He was just a spirit sword master in the middle stage of the sword vein. He was in his thirties. At this age and with such a level of cultivation, he must be an elite disciple of each major sword sect.

"This fellow swordsman has invited me. We are here to meet up at the call of Shang Wuwei and explore the main peak together." Wei Linfeng said neither humble nor overbearing.

The man's expression softened slightly and he clasped his fists: "I am a disciple of the Qingjian Sect of the Jin State. I have been entrusted by the Shang Sect to serve as a temporary guest envoy. Come with me."

The man led the way and led the four of them into the valley. At the entrance of the valley, there was a spiritual sword master in the middle stage of the sword vein waiting there, holding a jade slip in his hand.

"Please tell us your identity, we need to register your information." The spirit sword master guarding the entrance of the valley said coldly.

The expressions on the faces of Wei Linfeng and the other two people immediately turned a little ugly, and Mo Wen squinted his eyes thoughtfully.

The spirit sword master who led them here immediately smoothed things over: "Guys, this is just in case, considering that the Jedi on the main peak are so dangerous, no one can guarantee safety. If we die inside, we will also die."

It is good to pass the news to all the teachers and their relatives. The Lord said that if you can come, you have contributed. Regardless of whether you have gained something or not, you will be given a reward afterwards. If you die, the reward will be given to your teachers and relatives."

Wei Linfeng glanced at Li Yuansong and Xie Qingzhu, and finally nodded slowly. The situation was stronger than the others. They, the loose cultivators, let alone the Xing Pavilion Sect, could not afford to offend even the lowest sword sects from all over the world. If at this moment

If they dare to refuse, the other party may immediately take cruel measures.

The spirit sword master who brought them here patted Wei Linfeng on the shoulder and said softly: "This is also the requirement of the Sect. Not only you casual cultivators, but also the disciples of the Sword Sect of all sects must register their identity information in detail."

After the man finished speaking, he walked away, leaving Wei Linfeng and the others looking at each other in confusion. They also felt a lot better. They originally thought that only their casual cultivators would receive such treatment, but they did not expect that many arrogant Jianmen disciples from various countries would also

He didn't run away. This Wuwei Sect acted really domineeringly. He wanted to kill all the spiritual sword masters from Zhao Yan, Jin Wei and the four kingdoms!

The four people reported their identities respectively, and then their physical features were imprinted on the jade slips. Mo Wen naturally used Wen Mo's pseudonym. After he separated from the girls of Bingyue Palace, he took off his mask to show his true face. Wei Linfeng and the others looked at it.

What he saw was his true appearance. He didn't have to worry about being recognized as his true identity. The only one who really knew him here was Yueying, and the other party wouldn't reveal his identity casually.

After rubbing the image information, the four people were put into the valley. There were already many spirit sword masters waiting here in the valley. Mo Wen made a rough estimate and found that the number was no less than a hundred!

This was the first time for Mo Wen to see so many sword-level spirit sword masters gathered together. He was really shocked. The world of spirit sword masters was indeed bigger than imagined. The sects of Yanyang Tianfeng Qianxun and others

They are just a small group of spirit sword masters from the Four Kingdoms.

More than a hundred spirit sword masters gathered in small groups, chatting, resting, or meditating. They just glanced at the arrival of Mo Wen and ignored them.

The four of them found a secluded place and sat on the ground. The exploration of the main peak would not begin until tomorrow, and they would have to wait here for two days.

Li Yuansong raised the pot, poured in fresh water, and started to heat it with the fire power of the spirit sword. This move made many spirit sword masters around him look at him, and they were all speechless. These newcomers are really top-notch.

Even the rice cooker is carried with you!

The water was quickly boiled. Xie Qingzhu took out the dried meat and put it into the boiling water. He also sprinkled in spices for seasoning. Soon a pot of fragrant broth was ready.

Immediately, some spirit sword masters couldn't sit still. They ate dry food every day. Why do you drink broth with pleasure? Human beings are strange animals. If everyone was treated in the same way, it would be even harder than it is now.

Times, no one would feel inappropriate. But suddenly someone appears who is living a more comfortable life than them, and people begin to feel disgusted.

The four of them, Wei Linfeng, the three brothers and sister, are all in the middle stage of sword vein cultivation. No one can see through Mo Wen, but this is not surprising. There are many secret methods that can hide the aura of one's own cultivation. A boy under twenty years old will naturally not be fooled.

In the eyes of others, it would kill the early stage of Jianmai. Such a combination is quite strong among ordinary casual cultivators, but now in the valley where the talents of the four countries gather together, it can only be regarded as middle-class, and its intimidating power is not strong.

A ray of sword energy suddenly shot from a short distance, instantly smashing the iron pot, soup and pot together, and the water mist splashed out. Wei Linfeng and the other three were unprepared, and their bodies were more or less covered with soup water.

When it splashed, only Mo Wen had a keen sense, and he first slightly stimulated the Burning Sky Sword Qi outside his body, evaporating all the mist formed by the soup.

"who is it?"

Li Yuansong stood up from the ground and glared angrily in the direction from which the sword energy came.

Not far away, a middle-aged spirit sword master leaned on a piece of bluestone and smiled coldly: "It's me, what can you do?"

"You!" Li Yuansong almost had a fit on the spot, but he still didn't lose his mind in the end. The spiritual pressure released by the other party was obviously a level stronger than theirs. The other party was a late-stage sword master! He could only suppress his anger and said in a deep voice: "

We don’t seem to have offended our swordsmen, so why did our swordsmen knock over our iron pots?”

The man glanced at Li Yuansong, not hiding the ridicule and contempt in his eyes: "I feel unhappy, is this a good enough reason?"

As soon as this person finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter around him. Of course, the targets of ridicule were Li Yuansong and others. They did not think that several spiritual sword masters in the middle stage of Sword Meridian would dare to challenge the spiritual sword masters in the late stage of Sword Meridian.

Wei Linfeng and others really didn't want to have a grudge with a late-stage sword master over such a trivial matter. Not everyone was as perverted as Mo Wen, who could leapfrog and kill people. If the three of them joined forces, they would at most be able to fight against each other.

The gain outweighs the gain of being an enemy of the opponent. In the end, Li Yuansong could only sit back in humiliation. Wei Linfeng and Xie Qingzhu also looked extremely ugly. The opponent was a naked slap in the face, but they could only accept it. The world of spirit sword masters is always a place of the weak and the strong.

world.

Mo Wen squinted his eyes and took a look at the late-stage Sword Meridian Spirit Sword Master, and found that this man was very ugly, and there was a scar diagonally from the left forehead to the right chin, almost splitting the entire face into two. There was a scar on his body.

A faint evil aura lingered, and it was obvious that his hands had been stained with a lot of blood.

"This person is a loose cultivator from the Wei Kingdom. He was abandoned by his parents after he was born because of his ugly appearance. He was adopted by a single hunter. However, because of his appearance, he was often looked down upon by his neighbors and was abused by his adoptive father. This person's character has been damaged since he was a child.

Twisted. When he was ten years old, he poisoned his adoptive father and thirty-seven people in his neighborhood. He dismembered all of them, adults and children, and then escaped into the mountains and disappeared. After reappearing twelve years later, he was already a ninth-level swordsman with a sword. He named himself

He is a lonely ghost who acts ruthlessly and prefers to kill his opponents. He is probably in his forties now, and his cultivation has reached the late stage of the sword vein. Most spirit sword masters are unwilling to provoke him."

Wei Linfeng whispered to Mo Wen. Seeing that Mo Wen kept looking at him, he took the initiative to introduce him.

Mo Wen nodded, so to speak, this person is a pitiful person, but as the saying goes, pitiful people must have their own hateful qualities, forcing their own pain on others, it is not a pity for such a person to die.

Wei Linfeng didn't want to talk too much about Gu Gui, so he pointed to a mountainside in the distance: "There seems to be a temporary trade there, let's go and take a look."

Yi Market is a trading market composed of spirit sword masters in the spirit sword master world. It is used to exchange what they have, just like a secular market. On a hillside a hundred feet away, there is a gentle area where dozens of spirit sword masters are working.

Gathered there for a small-scale trading session.

Mo Wen was also very curious about this kind of exchange between spirit sword masters, so he followed the three of them up the hillside.

The transactions between the spirit sword masters seemed particularly calm. There was no noise and hawking in the secular market. Everyone put the things that needed to be traded in front of them. A spirit sword master took out the spirit stone after taking a fancy to an item and asking for the price.

Or trade items of the same value. If the owner of the goods is satisfied, the transaction will be successful, and if he is not satisfied, the transaction will not be successful. There will be no quarrels and entanglements here.

Mo Wen followed the flow of people and walked among the stalls, looking at each stall one by one. He found that the stalls were mostly filled with elixirs, sword talismans, elixirs and other items. There were only a small amount of sword materials, spiritual gold and some records with less important information.

of jade slips.

With Mo Wen's current vision, Mo Wen naturally looked down upon these things. He had plundered the sword pouches of so many spiritual sword masters such as Yan Yuntian. He could say that he had a lot of these things, and it could be said that it was difficult for him to be attracted to them.

Of course, it was a rare opportunity for Wei Linfeng and the other three. All three of them traded some items, mostly in exchange for items, and rarely in spirit stones. After all, the sword masters in the sword vein stage had just become qualified to use first-level spirit stones.

In cultivation, it is impossible for everyone to have much, and spiritual stones have many uses and are very important. No one will trade spiritual stones unless necessary.

"Brother Wen, don't you want to change some? These first-level sword talismans are very helpful to the early stage spirit sword masters of Sword Meridian and can be used to save lives." Li Yuansong pointed to a few sword talismans on a stall.

"No need." Mo Wen shook his head and smiled bitterly in his heart. The other party really regarded him as a spiritual sword master in the early stage of Sword Meridian. In fact, it wasn't too wrong. His true cultivation was only at the peak of the ninth level of sword cultivation.
Chapter completed!