I conquer the immortal with my strength

Seven days later.

Qingyu City is one of the cities closest to Cangmang Mountain in the southern part of Mangzhou.

outside the city.

Xu Zhiji was riding on horseback, looking at the mountains in the distance, mountains within mountains, like dragons and snakes entangled, endless and endless, and there was no end to the vast mountains. He pointed to the northeast and looked at the people riding side by side with him. Xu Shixiong said: "Today we will divide our troops into two groups. You will take a group of people to the northeast, and I will take a group of people to the southwest."

"Okay, uncle!" Xu Shixiong nodded, and then quickly ordered a group of people, including the seventh-grade great martial artist, to ride away together.

Liang Jingtang, master and apprentice, stayed with Xu Zhiji, and Xu Shisen also stayed.

Seeing Xu Shixiong's team quickly disappear at the end of the mountain road, Xia Daoming secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At first, he thought everyone would act together, but later he learned that there were two places he was going to this time and they needed to act separately.

Now that Xu Shixiong finally left with a group of people, the sense of oppression that had been hanging over Xia Daoming's head also dissipated.

If something unexpected happened to the octogenarian eighth-level martial artist, Xia Daoming was confident that he could still handle it.

As for Xu Shisen, who had just been promoted to the sixth-level martial arts master, Xia Daoming still didn't take it seriously.

Even if the opportunity was right, he wouldn't mind secretly removing him.

"Let's go too!" After watching Xu Shixiong and others leave, Xu Zhiji raised his whip and pointed toward the southwest and ordered.

"Yes!" Everyone responded in agreement, then surrounded Xu Zhiji and headed southwest.

Five days later.

The vast Shanxi veins.

Towering trees blocked the sun.

The dead branches and leaves that fell to the ground covered the ground with a thick layer, exuding a damp and rotten smell.

A group of people were walking cautiously in this dark forest.

The feet stepped on the rotting branches and leaves, making an inexplicable and frightening rustling sound in the quiet mountains.

The five forces, with a total of twenty martial artists, spread out to form a loose encirclement, protecting the seven Xu family martial artists in the middle.

Xu Zhiji, the oldest and most powerful member of the Xu family, was protected at the center by six martial arts masters of the Xu family.

Xu Zhiji held a tiger-head knife in one hand and a map made of unknown animal skin in the other. From time to time, he gave orders to the master and apprentice Liang Jingtang who was at the front of the team exploring the road.

"ah!"

Suddenly a sharp scream pierced the quiet forest.

A fifth-grade great martial artist in his prime fell to the ground, grabbing at his body with both hands.

There were black centipedes three or four inches long crawling on his neck and face. Except for a blood line on his abdomen, the rest of his body was covered with black centipedes.

"Great luck!" An old man shouted when he saw this. Just as he was about to step forward to rescue him, he saw a rustling sound coming from the place where the young martial artist rolled, and the same centipedes came out from under the rotten leaves, densely packed. , which makes people feel horrified.

"Come on, hurry up, it's a blood-threaded centipede!" Someone grabbed the old man and backed away with a look of horror on his face.

Upon seeing this, the others quickly moved away from the young martial artist who was screaming on the ground.

Within seven or eight breaths, the voice of the strong martial artist suddenly came. Everyone looked back and saw from a distance that his face was dark and motionless.

Xia Daoming's face turned ugly and he became increasingly vigilant.

They officially entered the mountain two days ago.

But in just two days, two people in their team, including the martial artist just now, had died.

One of them accidentally entered a mist that reflected dreamlike colors in the sunlight yesterday. As soon as he entered, his muscles began to rot.

It turns out that the mist is a mud swamp formed by the decay of countless poisonous corpses and dead branches and leaves in the deep mountains and old forests, and is evaporated by the sun, forming a vicious miasma.

At that time, Xia Daoming was terrified.

"call!"

The dazzling sunlight suddenly shone down without any cover, and all the martial artists subconsciously narrowed their eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally out of the damp and dark virgin forest.

What appeared in front of everyone was a spacious canyon with steep cliffs on both sides. The ground was composed of messy gravels, colorful wild flowers and trees, a mountain stream in the middle, and a huge waterfall hanging upside down like the Milky Way in the distance.

The view ahead is wide, the surrounding scenery is novel and spectacular, and the air is fresh.

The gloom in everyone's hearts seemed to be cleared away at once.

"Liang Jingtang, Xia Daoming, you two should explore the way ahead." Xu Shisen shouted to Liang Jingtang's master and apprentice.

Liang Jingtang showed a hint of sullenness, but he still nodded silently and walked ahead with Xia Daoming.

Xu Shisen became a sixth-grade martial artist at a young age, and has become one of the most important disciples of the Xu family.

Not only that, Xu Zhiji, who was in charge of this trip, was his uncle.

Among this Xu family, it can be said that Xu Shisen's weight is second only to Xu Zhiji.

Even if Liang Jingtang knew that Xu Shisen was seeking revenge, he could only endure it.

He was even worried that Xia Daoming was young and energetic and could not bear his anger, so he warned him twice in private.

As a result, Liang Jingtang later discovered that he was the one who almost lost his temper once. Fortunately, Xia Daoming gently touched him with his elbow and he woke up.

Master and apprentice Liang Jingtang soon continued to lead the way.

The unobstructed view and the novel and spectacular scenery made Liang Jingtang gradually relax his vigilance.

So do most of the rest of the population.

Xia Daoming was still highly tense, far beyond the sharp senses of ordinary people, and was alert to the subtle changes in everything around him.

"Master, be careful!"

Suddenly, Xia Daoming felt horrified. Without thinking, he grabbed Liang Jingtang's arm and swept away to the left.

Just as the two of them were sweeping to the left, a green shadow swooped up from the rapid water stream. It was a fierce beast with a green body, covered with ferocious scales, and shaped like a crocodile.

When the vicious creature saw Liang Jingtang gone, it didn't chase him. Instead, it opened its mouth and spat out a green ice blade at a fifth-level martial artist who was originally following Liang Jingtang.

The incident happened suddenly, and the green weapon was extremely fast. The fifth-grade martial artist had no time to dodge and hurriedly grabbed his sword to block it.

"Dang!" A crisp sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The horizontal sword in the hand of the fifth-grade martial artist unexpectedly came out of his hand, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding.

The whole person fell back.

"call out!"

When the fifth-grade martial artist fell back, the vicious creature opened its mouth and spurted out a green ice blade.

"Elder of the clan, save me!"

The fifth-grade martial artist turned to look at Xu Zhiji, who was not far behind him.

But Xu Zhiji had a cold look on his face. He was on guard with a knife in one hand, grabbed Xu Shisen beside him with the other, and flew away to the side.

"puff!"

The green ice blade penetrated the body, and the fifth-grade martial artist fell to the ground, blood flowing out along the ice blade.

The vicious creature smelled the blood, and its eyes turned green. It rushed forward, held down the corpse of the fifth-grade martial artist with its claws, opened its mouth, and began to bite.

"Go quickly!" Xu Zhiji ordered with a stern expression, without a trace of compassion in his eyes.

Everyone said nothing and quickly moved away from the vicious thing.

It wasn't until he was twenty or thirty feet away that he dared to turn his head and look into the distance.

Under the sun, you can still see the vicious thing biting the fifth-grade martial artist, with blood splattering everywhere.

"Elder of the clan, you are an eighth-grade martial artist. You could have saved me just now, so why didn't you save Xiong Qi?" A sixth-grade martial artist who was nearly sixty years old looked at Xu Zhiji with a look of sorrow and indignation.

"That's a green water crocodile. It has thick skin and armor and is invulnerable. It's a first-level high-level monster with a ferocious nature. If I take action, I'll definitely be targeted by it!

My Xu family has called you here to help us clear obstacles and hunt ice rabbits along the way, not to let me risk my life to protect you! "Xu Zhiji said coldly.

"No matter how powerful the green water crocodile is, it is just a monster without intelligence. As long as you help to block it, there are so many of us, we can definitely get rid of this beast!" The sixtieth-century martial arts master looked increasingly sad and angry.

"Okay!" Xu Zhiji nodded when he heard the words, but he suddenly rose into the sky. In mid-air, the tiger-head knife in his hand flashed a cold light in the sun, and slashed towards the sixty-year-old martial arts master.

"You!" The sixty-year-old martial artist was shocked and pulled out his long sword from its sheath in an attempt to resist.

"when!"

The long sword of the sixty-year-old martial artist was chopped to the ground by the tiger-headed sword in just one stroke, but the tiger-headed sword continued to stroke after a slight delay.

The head of the sixty-year-old martial artist fell to the ground, and blood rose into the sky from the broken neck.

There was dead silence all around.

"Who else thinks that I should have come to the rescue just now?" Xu Zhiji landed on the ground, carrying a tiger-head knife still dripping with blood, and glanced at everyone one by one with his sharp eyes.

Sweat broke out on everyone's foreheads, and everyone lowered their heads. In the depths of their lowered eyes, fear and resentment were mixed together.

Xia Daoming also lowered his head, feeling secretly awe-inspiring.

"The eighth-grade great martial artist is really powerful. He is already an octogenarian. He can draw his sword so fast and with such fierce force. But I don't know how long it lasts?"

Updated today.