The worm peaks have many landforms and are roughly divided into five areas.

There is a pile of yellow rock ravines with intertwined teeth, with dozens of feet of cracks and thousands of rocks competing for beauty, like the broken hides of the earth, spreading all over the east, and to the west are dark mountains and forests, as silent as a huge ancient ghost temple, the vegetation is green to black, and the ancient thousand-year-old demon plants are entrenched in the depths, and the vines are like whips.

The north is full of poisonous fog, and it is surrounded by an ancient green swamp that is as thick as a mud. There are dense towering ancient trees beside the swamp, and there are also low demon plants. Because the environment is too harsh, there are few traces of Zerg activity in the poisonous swamp area, and the scene of life withering is everywhere. However, once it appears in the depths of the poisonous swamp, they are undoubtedly highly toxic monsters.

Most of the Zergs are active in the distant southern border.

In the center, the insect peak is not very tall, not as visible as the Xue Peak. Like an outsider like Su Xian, even if he tells him that there is a long-standing poison marrow inside the insect peak, it is difficult to find it because the stalactite cave is located on the extremely inconspicuous short mountainside, although it has a unique cave, it is not a magical sight and is easily overlooked.

The night one day later.

In the northern poisonous swamp, Xue Kunpeng led Su Xian and Meng Miao to drill out of the heavy mud. The demon plants here are all very strange, floating on the poisonous swamp like duckweed. Although they have no root system, they can stand like pine trees. The swamps overwhelmed their small and half of the wild trees, forming a forest full of beauty.

After using the Blood Kunpeng for a long time, he needed to rest. He found an ancient tree with thick and twisted branches for the two of them to settle down, and then returned to the Demon Palace.

The branches of the ancient tree are slanted, as thick as thighs, vigorous and powerful, with tree lumps. Black beetles the size of their thumb settled down here, climbing leisurely, suddenly the surrounding vibrant fiery red spirits riotously, like a strong wind blowing, ruthlessly driving out all the black beetles. They are as small as grains of dust, falling down, falling into the poisonous swamp, without knowing life and death.

This is a martial arts trial arranged by Su Xian for himself.

Ning Qingkuang's growth environment is the Tianji Academy. The Holy Academy is replicated with countless dangerous or close trial spaces, practicing martial arts in killing, and experiencing martial arts in the sublimation of battle. Su Xian is not sure how good the treatment of the Holy Son is. He only knows that he must constantly break through in adversity.

There is no crisis, sometimes there is a crisis to create.

From now on, unless it is a critical moment of life and death, Su Xian is a reckless martial arts practitioner at other times.

Talking with martial arts, temporarily abandoning the demons and gods, and closing the spiritual sea. Only in this way can his martial arts make real progress, rather than breaking through the realm outside of gold and jade.

In terms of survival, Meng Miao is very good at it.

How good are you?

In the middle of the night, the two of them were also curled up on the cold branches and closed their eyes with their clothes. This coldness was incomparable to the snow peak, and they were also unconscious of the King of Wu. This was simply a kind of coldness of the environment. Curling up was to hide their figures and their breath was introverted. The occasional swarm of insects that flew by occasionally could ignore them if they were not careful.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a dull buzz came from the distance.

Su Xian heard the sound, but because he had a problem with himself and had not even expanded his divine consciousness, he only knew that there were insect swarms about to pass through, and he didn't know the specific population, number, realm, and distance.

Just as Su Xian was stunned, Meng Miao, who was originally like a dead man, dodged to the other side of the ancient tree, shrank, and hugged the old wood like an octopus. The bottom edge of the body was less than half a meter away from the poisonous swamp. His whole body was hidden on the back of the ancient tree, and then turned into a stone sculpture, motionless.

I heard the sound at the same time, but the reaction alone was more than a breath faster than Su Xian.

While a large swarm of insects flew by, Meng Miao was still moving quietly, hiding in their blind spots in their field of vision, as if they were going to blend with the ancient trees.

Fortunately, Su Xian was hiding in a tricky place and did not need to change positions at any time, but Meng Miao's smart appearance as a monkey really made Su Xian stunned.

A nameless fire suddenly rose.

Sure enough, this guy is a slut who has been struggling for a long time. He is also pretending to be honest and pure all day long, and he is even more scheming than himself.

This is Su Xian who blamed Meng Miao for this.

He has been unable to sleep at night for twenty years and has been living a life of stagnation all the time. Meng Miao has not been tortured to the point of being crazy, but instead regards this kind of avoiding crisis as a common practice. This is his ability and his valuable experience.

He looks honest on the outside because he is sometimes stupid. In some ways, he is a veteran hunter, and in some ways, he is a big and thick idiot. Can this look at his face be accurate?

After the dark shadows that made the scalp numb, Su Xian asked with a slight slightest question, "Why didn't they show us? Isn't this a matter of a scandal of divine thoughts?"

Upon hearing the sound, Meng Miao was stunned, thinking that Su Xian was testing him, so he answered cautiously: "It will be tiring to release his spiritual thoughts all the time to explore. Moreover, the Zergs are lazy, especially when they migrate in a swarm, they feel very safe, and rarely use spiritual thoughts to guard against crises. What's more, spiritual thoughts are equivalent to a comprehensive eye. Sometimes the eyes can deceive people, and seeing them may not be true. We are integrated with the darkness. As long as we do not move and do not reveal our breath, they will not be able to sense anything."

"Can divine thoughts lie?" Su Xian looked puzzled. If it were him, even if Meng Miao hid it so much, he could easily detect it!

"No?" Meng Miao blinked and looked at Su Xian blankly, "I'm talking nonsense. This is the experience I have summarized after hiding too much. My spiritual sense is too weak, and no one has taught me how to use it. Actually, I don't know much..."

Both of them seemed to be in a blind spot in knowledge and looked at each other with guilt.

At this time, Mengmiao Beast gave Su Xian a cold voice: "Your divine thought was made of lights of consciousness, and you are born with magical features. If other people's divine thoughts have not experienced any changes, it is indeed the same as Meng Miao said. The same is true for monsters."

Su Xian suddenly realized and said he had learned it, but he thought that Meng Miao had also made a mistake and had not encountered the divine mind body or the monster whose divine mind had changed. Otherwise, his so-called precious experience would have caused him to die countless times.

Then, he was afraid that Meng Miao would still fall into the wrong experience and would not know how he died in the future. The enthusiastic Su Xian explained the truth to Meng Miao.

Meng Miao was as if he had found a treasure, so he quickly remembered it.

That night, it was between calm and uneasy. The calm was because the two of them were in danger all night, and the uneasy was because there were always swarms passing by. Su Xian also counted it specifically, and there were forty-seven waves of swarms. They hid in the mountains for a long time. Sometimes they had to quit as soon as they first appeared. What was even more terrifying was that two waves of swarms were actually walking on the ground on the poisonous swamp. There was no sound when they were moving, and they did not fly in the air or potentially under the poisonous swamp. They were completely unconventional and would not fall into the swamp.

If it weren't for the alert Meng Miao's ape hanging upside down in advance, Su Xian wouldn't have known that a group of Zergs were approaching under him.

Su Xian is not tired in her body, but her heart is really tired.

During the day, Su Xian finally realized what ordinary life the demon cultivators and martial artists lived. In such a harsh environment, ordinary martial artists could not move in a short time. If they were careless, they would encounter a swarm of insects that were buzzing by. If they encountered it, they would definitely not be able to beat them, and it would be difficult to run away. It would be a blessing not to be present. Once they were locked, they would be the desolate end of their life.

Now, Su Xian is a very ordinary Martial King.

Without the support of spiritual thoughts, the string in Su Xian's mind was always tense and no longer as comfortable as usual.

Survival is gradually becoming more and more difficult.

After three days like this, the two of them hid aimlessly in the poisonous swamp for three days. Meng Miao was really embarrassed to ask, but he was actually very depressed and had a question in his heart, wondering what they were doing at Chongfeng Peak, and they actually lived so unhappy. Is this the so-called experiencing the sufferings of the people?

I originally thought that Su Xian’s martial arts were too powerful, but the truth seemed to be that way!

That's right!

No one is perfect. If Su Xian's martial arts crushes him, Meng Miao really feels that he is useless.

In the past few days, Su Xian once asked Qingyu about creating a training ground, and Qingyu's answer was very real: "Aren't you in the training ground now?"

Su Xian almost burst into pieces. What he wanted to emphasize was the forbidden cultivation ground where no one could use demonic power, but he still couldn't say it when he said it, which was really hard to say.

Do you mean that you are too weak, so you need Qingyu to reduce the difficulty for yourself?

Too cowardly!

This is a big deal of martial arts. It’s better to just sleep in the gentle country.

So, Su Xian held the last trace of stubborn dignity and gritted his teeth and stood firm until now. He just didn't know when this miserable day would end.

But I was a little bit miserable, and the progress was still very obvious.
Chapter completed!