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Chapter 95 In the Black Forest
The source of the black aura breaking through the sky was right in front of Fang Bie. It was an incomparably pitch-black tree with bare branches and no greenery. The whole tree was scorched black as if struck by lightning. The exuberance of life forms a stark contrast.

"Nature is so mysterious and infinite. Even if you spend your whole life in poverty, read thousands of volumes, and travel across four continents and eight seas, you can only see the tip of the iceberg."

"Fuhualu, what is the situation here?"

The book spirit appeared in the world, carrying thousands of brilliance, and slowly unfolded in front of Fang Bie. Several missions broke the chains left by the ancestors to seal his power, and this vanity record also changed accordingly. It is no longer as shabby as when we first met.

Instead, it is inlaid with gold edges, and the yellowed marks are not sloppy, but full of historical charm and traces.The book cover is engraved with complicated and obscure words, which looks like a holy weapon.

However, the withdrawal sword, which is also a sacred weapon, is so simple and unpretentious, but even so, it is the most convenient weapon for Fang Bie to use. Maybe it has other magical features, but Fang Bie is not attached to these, let nature take its course Enough.

Huahualu slowly opened the page, and all kinds of light that symbolized the knowledge of the world appeared on the page, and as the light gradually dissipated, the font also appeared on it.

[This tree is a strange species, one of tens of thousands is hard to come by, but there are wonders in every reality. The strange thing about this tree is that it grows by absorbing the overflowing energy from the world. A big monster with a reputation all over the place. ]
[However, due to the geomantic omen of this place and the fact that this place used to be an ancient battlefield, it is difficult to dissipate the sadness, so it is absorbed by this tree, and there is a place where the spirit soars to the sky, and the treasures buried in it also have the power to suppress the spirit. Make the tree even more difficult to break free. ]
[That is to say, this tree became a demon without spiritual wisdom, so a small cave was opened up to absorb the turbid energy of resentment, because of the turbid energy, the tree became a container, and there was no birth of spiritual wisdom possible. ]
"Then should I enter this small cave to see what's going on?" Fang Bie asked Huahualu standing in front of the black tree.

[It’s hard for even Huahua Lu to know one or two of this kind of cave that is separated from heaven and earth. Maybe it contains a great opportunity, or maybe it’s just a monstrous sorrow and turbidity. It’s all possible.If you want to go in, you can use Vanity Record to leave an anchor point in the outside world, so that even if you get lost in it, you can come out safely. ]
After reading the words on the Vanity Records, Fang Bie thought for a moment, then reached out and took back the Vanity Records floating in the air, and then a beam of light shot out from the Vanity Records, and fell on the ground to form a dark purple short needle. It is the anchor point of Vanity Records.

"It's because of the unknown ahead that I have the fun of exploring, so it's not my style to go back home without doing nothing here, and if I tell that boy Yan Chixia, I'm afraid it will be nagging in my ears again."

"So let's go and have a look!"

Just when Fang Bie wanted to step into it, new words appeared on the Huahualu.

[The sword in your hand...is pretty good. ]
"Ok?"

Fang Bie looked at the words on it, and frowned slightly, because this sentence was quite different from the content in the previous Vanity Records. Before, it was all about answering questions, but this time it was more like a person... Although before It also has some intelligence, but there are still some differences compared with now.

"It's gone, I don't want to. This sword is really good, but unfortunately I don't know if it's suitable for me."

As soon as Fang Bie exerted force on his hand, the Vanity Record was pinched apart by Fang Bie, turning into dots and floating back into the imprint on his arm.

He also pulled out that rotten iron sword stained with blood and rust. Although its appearance is not good, the divine light on the sword's edge cannot deceive people, and the sharpness can be felt from a distance. The sword is indeed a divine sword.

Fang Bie is not the kind of swordsman who chooses a sword to end his life. For him, the sword is a tool, and the important thing is people. The sword is just an addition, whether it is an ordinary iron sword or a sacred weapon.So he didn't plan to put this sword here to eat ashes, and even planned to get a sword case like Yan Chixia's to carry it on his back, so he could use whichever he wanted.

"The Unstained Sword..."

He stretched out his hand to wipe it, and found that the blood was still deeply rooted, so he inserted it back again, and then took a step, stepped into the dark tree, and disappeared into the cloud forest.

In Fang Bie's eyes, it was as if the world had changed. Although it was only one step away, it was thousands of miles away.

At this place, Bieshe really felt what the so-called turbid air was. They flowed on the ground and merged into a vast ocean, which only caused slight waves when Fang Bie entered.

This place is also a forest, but the trees here are completely different from the trees in the cloud forest. They all show their teeth and claws, and their roots protrude from the turbid ocean, and they are connected to the black as ink. Just like a demon with teeth and claws.

It was the same as far as the eye could see, and there were no other living beings. Fang Bie lifted his feet out of the turbid air, and found that these dark substances were tightly attached to the leather boots on Fang Bie's feet like tarsal maggots. .

Fang Bie frowned even more, and couldn't help but sacrificed his innate pure yang energy around his body again.Seeing this, the turbid air is like a mouse seeing a cat, forming a vacuum zone around Fang Bie, and the turbid air adsorbed on Fang Bie's feet evaporates directly, leaving behind a black spot formed by corrosion .

"There is no other vitality here, is it really a dead place?"

Fang Bie walked in it for a while, and realized something was wrong. It wasn't an abnormality in the surrounding environment, but a riot erupted in his pocket.

A piece of silk script painted with the totem of the black dragon flew out from Fang Bie's sleeve, and together with this piece of silk script was the piece of bamboo engraved with the method of human sacrifice.The two broke free from their sleeves, and fell directly into the turbid ocean not far in front of Fang Bie, and disappeared into it after being startled and rippling.

Then a small vortex appeared in that place, and all the turbid and mournful qi in the four directions were sucked into one piece by this vortex.

Fang Bie didn't act recklessly, but was just thinking about why these two things would break free. If it was a trick, then all this was too coincidental, and if it was a coincidence, it would be a bit far-fetched, but one thing is certain, This move must be related to the law of human sacrifice.

The turbid air accumulated here for thousands of years is as vast as a sea of ​​smoke. If it is really used in this way, who knows what earth-shattering things will be created.

But Fang Bie didn't directly destroy the move, but stood quietly watching all this happening, there was no trace of tension between his brows, and even a trace of curiosity and leisure.

"So what will be born? I'm very curious."

(End of this chapter)