Unlike last time, since Long Wenmu knew what was going on, he certainly would not resist. Let Zhou Bien push him, he fell head-on under the clouds.

It fell rapidly, and when the whole person passed through the thick clouds, a dim valley scene was reflected in his eyes. At first glance, the valley was somewhat similar to the bone buried land.

There are not many other valleys in the dusty valley, but there are the most valleys. The entire sect’s residence is built among the continuous mountains.

The Tibetan Sword Valley was deeper than Long Wenmu expected, and it fell nearly ten thousand feet before it could barely land. When it fell to the bottom of the valley, there was no sunshine, and there was no sound of wind around. The dust floated and was as drowsy as dusk.

Long Wenmu looked around and saw a lot of vegetation that was rosy around him. At least there was a piss of plants here, which was different from a completely dead bone burial site.

In addition to vegetation, the most common weapons here, and what shocks Long Wenmu the most are the weapons that can be seen everywhere. The exposed rock surfaces or the ground, as you can see, countless weapons are inserted into the rock mud, or

Throw it at will, swords, axes, hammers, guns, halberds, sticks, and sticks, and the number and types of them are dazzling.

Long Wenmu had never seen so many demon soldiers. After being thrown here for a long time, many of them have softened into mud and assimilated with the soil. More of them are rusted, as if they have experienced tens of millions of years of wind.

Blowing rain.

After seeing all this, Long Wenmu had the first thought that this place was not a place to hide the sword, but a place to abandon the demon soldiers.

Those demon soldiers who were unclaimed were thrown here regardless of their rank. Over time, they slowly decayed and eventually turned into a handful of soil under the deep valley.

Long Wenmu bent down and there was a demon soldier with a long sword at his feet. He didn't know his original grade. Long Wenmu reached out and grabbed it gently, and the sword was shattered into mud.

The Dust Cover Valley, the Tibetan Sword Valley, countless demon soldiers are covered here, no one cares about it, and it really reflects the name of this sect.

Long Wenmu had no doubt that if he could not find his demon soldier this time, the weapon he had just made would become like this one day.

Who doesn’t have one or two weapons? Some weapons accompany the demon masters throughout their lives, and the demon masters cherish their weapons very much. Sometimes, in order to get a handy weapon, they may have to go through a lot of hardships.

Here, so many good demon soldiers are throwing away at will, no matter how you look at it, it gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Long Wenmu was inexplicably anxious, and walked and stopped at the bottom of the valley, looking around.

Although Zhou Bi did not mention the time limit for entering the valley, I thought it was impossible to keep looking for it, so it would be better to find it as soon as possible.

When I walked to a towering rock pillar, the rock pillars were dozens of feet high, and were filled with swords and swords, and there were at least twenty or thirty.

Not all swords are rotten, for example, there are several long swords and long swords filled with cold light on this rock pillar.

Long Wenmu walked to the rock pillar and felt the aura of a demonic weapon flowing on the sword. He couldn't help but think that such a good weapon was buried in the valley all day long.

Walking forward, he just could reach it with his hand, and he wanted to try to pull the sword out. He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, but at this moment, he suddenly became surprised. He had just grasped the hilt of the sword when suddenly he emerged from the sword.

A repulsive force was a bit uncontrollable.

The sword blade kept buzzing, and there were roars like beasts. The sword seemed to come alive, and the blade kept trembling. Moreover, not only this sword, but the demon soldiers on the entire rock pillar were actually

They all began to vibrate and resonate.

This is... Long Wenmu stopped and retreated quickly. Just as he withdrew, the long sword just now suddenly flew out of the rock pillar, dotted with cold light and stabbed towards Long Wenmu's cheek. Not only was it Long Wenmu

The long sword touched seemed to have some kind of traction. All the demon soldiers of the entire rock pillar flew out, and they stabbed Long Wenmu in densely like raindrops.

Long Wenmu didn't care about many things, and all nine Wuwang swords flew out, and nine short swords organized into a barrier to block most of the cold light.

However, there were too many demon soldiers flying in, and there were still more than a dozen cold lights that could not be stopped. In desperation, Long Wenmu pulled a dead branch beside him, using wood as a blade, and dancing a knife out

Mang.

The sound of ding ding ding echoed in his ears. After Long Wenmu's sword shadows danced, all the demon soldiers flying in were bounced away, but the dead branches in his hand also turned into a bunch of wood chips.

Long Wenmu took back Wuwang sword and retreated, with cold sweat on his temples, and he was still scared.

He has seen many demon soldiers, but this is the first time he has seen such a strong spiritual demon soldiers.

The demon soldier has a spirit and does not recognize him as the main one, so when he holds the demon soldier, the demon soldier will resist. It is said that this is a demon soldier, but it is more like a living thing. After experiencing this, Longwen

Mu no longer dared to be as careless as he had just happened.

Try not to touch it as much as possible, and look along the way.

There are countless demon soldiers in the entire Canon Sword Valley, covering the field of vision. So many demon soldiers are probably accumulated gradually from the Chenfeng Valley to generations.

Long Wenmu didn't know how big the Cangjian Valley was, but at least it was nearly a thousand miles away. With such a large range and such a dense range, you can imagine how many demon soldiers there were here. With such a large range, so many

It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to find a weapon you have never seen before in the demon soldiers.

Long Wenmu walked around and accidentally touched a long sword beside him. The long sword ejected towards him without any warning. Long Wenmu keenly sensed that Wuwang's sword flew out and bounced the long sword out.

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There are no living enemies in the Tibetan Sword Valley, but these demon soldiers from all directions are threatening their existence at any time, which makes Long Wenmu even more worried.

While walking, thinking. Chen Fenggu set two tests for himself. The first test was to make himself search for his bones. In fact, Long Wenmu thought about this in depth afterwards. Letting himself search for his bones can be regarded as a test

Your own patience also tests the degree of fit between you and the demon bone. If you choose a demon bone to leave, or you cannot find the demon bone, it will prove that you are not suitable for the materials. Even if you force it to create it

I'm afraid it's not easy to launch demon soldiers.

Although it is just a guess, this is probably the reason for the first test.

From this perspective, what is the second test?

Two more demon soldiers flew over next to him, and were blocked by Long Wenmu with Wuwang Sword. The more he walked forward, the more demon soldiers he seemed to touch. From time to time, a cold air would attack him, and even some

The demon soldiers will chase after them even if they are bounced away.

The second test... Long Wenmu's mind was spinning rapidly while dealing with it.

Since Chen Fenggu arranged this test for himself, it was nothing more than a test of whether he was worthy of taking this demon soldier. To find a weapon in the huge Canon Valley is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Since that is the case, there must be

What tips?

By the way, remember that when I was looking for demon bones, I relied on breath sensing at that time, so why not now?

Since the demon soldiers are made of the soul demon as material, they should be able to sense it. After all, the soul demon is integrated with its third demon mark.

When his mind was at this point, Long Wenmu closed his eyes and began to sense it. Just like when he sensed the demon bones, when his mind was completely empty, a faint trace of pull came from the distance invisibly.

When he sensed the traction force, Long Wenmu suddenly opened his eyes and was overjoyed. As expected, he found it just like he thought!

He ran under his feet, and turned into a stream of light and ran towards the distance. However, the more breath he radiated when he ran, the more demon soldiers were alarmed around him.

After walking less than a hundred miles away, there was a stream of light behind me.

While galloping, Long Wenmu used nine harem weapons to block the rear. However, there were few hundred cold lights flying around, and the nine harem weapons could not be intercepted.

The weapon was a move he learned. Although it was flexible and changeable, it still lacked some power. Long Wenmu was a little anxious and thought it would be great that he had a handy weapon in his hand now.

From time to time, cold lights shot up. These people are not as good as humans or monsters, and they have no breath or signs. Long Wenmu guessed that if he could not find the demon soldiers, he would probably not be able to hold on for a long time if he continued like this.

I also tried flying high places in the past, but this canyon has a blockade effect, and the clouds above were like lids, which Long Wenmu couldn't break.

He rushed left and right, dodged around and flew out hundreds of miles again. Until he flew through a narrow mouth, he landed on an open space.

Although the open space is not large, there are rare few demon soldiers who fall here.

He landed in the middle of the open space and looked back. The streaming light behind him was like a group of bees coming out of their nests, flying all over the mountains. Long Wenmu even doubted whether he had driven all the demon soldiers in the entire valley.

It's a hornet's nest.

The nine Wuwang swords flew three feet away from him at high speed, and the flight trajectory of the nine sword lights turned into a bell to lock him inside.

When the demon soldiers flew to the bell shadow, they made a series of ding-clang sounds.

Zhongying was quickly dimming, and a stream of light broke through the blockade and penetrated, rubbing a bloodline on Long Wenmu.

Long Wenmu had no expression on his face and didn't even look at the wound. His head was slightly lowered and he paced slowly.

More and more streamers break through the blockade and keep leaving traces on Long Wenmu. It is obviously too difficult for the nine-divine weapon to deal with so many streamers.

He had only walked a few steps, and there were dozens of wounds of all sizes on his body. The wounds were deep and shallow, but Long Wenmu ignored them from beginning to end, as if the injuries were not on him.

He lowered his head intently until he walked somewhere and stopped his pace...

Outside the extremely dim shadow of the clock, the wind was howling, and it was a storm composed of sharp blades, and the flying demon soldiers blocked their vision.

Long Wenmu smiled with a smile, he bent down and said with a low voice: "It's you..."

The palm of his hand was inserted into the soft soil and held a cold wave.

The shadow of the clock was about to disperse, and Long Wenmu suddenly pulled out, and bits of soil splashed up...

The wind stopped, and thousands of sharp blades were floating around the bell shadow.

In the center of the bell shadow, Long Wenmu was carrying a long rusty knife.

The long sword is very wide and thick, almost as tall as Long Wenmu. The long sword looks very simple, with only some ancient and vicissitudes of carvings, and not more gorgeous. If you let the uninformed person see it, you might think it is

The knife has been left since ancient times.

The blade is very old and covered with rust marks. Not to mention magical weapons, I am afraid that a brightly polished hatchet is sharper than it.

Long Wenmu stroked the blade with his hand, couldn't help frowning, and murmured: "So long?"

He used to be good at using shorter swords, which were both light and sharp. But he didn't expect that this sword would be longer and thicker than expected. Is this the demon soldier that Feng Jie personally created for himself?

Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly exclaimed.

"One more?"

As he said this, he bent down again, inserted his hand into the mud, and dragged out a large disc nearly two people from the ground.
Chapter completed!