The humid sea breeze carried a strong salty smell, like a hideous beast hidden in the invisible, rushing over with overwhelming force. Duan Litang and Ye Li stood side by side on the edge of a floating island, the sea breeze like an invisible hand, wantonly rolling their hair and clothes. The eyes of the two, like two sharp cold rays, penetrated through the space and locked tightly on the island in the distance shrouded by thick black fog. The black fog was like an ancient beast lurking in the depths of the void, slowly crawling at a creepy rhythm, and every crawl seemed to be quietly accumulating terrifying power that could destroy the world. In the meantime, a low roar was heard from time to time, and the sound seemed to come from the deepest part of the Nine Nether Hell, with endless gloom and despair, which made people shudder, and the hairs all over their bodies stood up involuntarily. ?
"That's the Misty Island?" Ye Li tightly grasped the scarred and broken whip in her hand. The mottled marks on the whip were like battle medals engraved by the years, silently telling the thrilling past. There was a hint of uneasiness in her voice. After all, after the fierce battles of life and death, the weapon in her hand was already riddled with holes. However, her eyes were still as firm as before, like the brightest star in the night sky, flashing a fearless light, as if no difficulties or obstacles could extinguish it. ?
Duan Litang nodded slightly, and the Stone of Light in his hand had become slightly hot without him noticing, as if a loyal guard was quietly sounding a silent alarm, warning of the many crises lurking ahead. "The guidance of the scepter will never be wrong, and the Sword of Soul must be there." He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently, trying to calm the uncontrollable tension deep in his heart. Then, he flashed and flew towards the Misty Island first. Ye Li followed closely behind without hesitation. The figures of the two were like a pair of black meteors, instantly sinking into the dark and mysterious mist, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only an empty void, as if they had never appeared. ?
As soon as they stepped into the fog, they seemed to be drawn into a completely different world. The surroundings were in chaos, and the fog was as thick as ink that could not be dissolved. It was pitch dark, and the visibility was less than three feet. Everything was blurry and hazy. The ground under their feet was looming, sometimes clearly visible, and sometimes covered by fog, as if it would quietly dissipate in the fog at any time, making people feel panic and panic that they had nowhere to go, as if they were in an endless dark abyss and could not find a way out. What's even more bizarre is that all kinds of creepy and strange noises can be heard from the fog from time to time. Sometimes it sounds like a baby crying heartbreakingly in the dark, and the cry is full of endless helplessness and despair, as if telling the world about its tragic experience; sometimes it sounds like the heavy sighs of an old man after years of vicissitudes. Each sigh seems to carry the precipitation of thousands of years, full of helplessness and sadness. Every sound is like a heavy hammer hitting the human heart, which makes people shudder. ?
"Be careful, this fog is weird." Duan Litang stopped suddenly and looked around vigilantly, his eyes were like torches, as if he wanted to see through the thick fog and explore the secrets hidden in it. He was keenly aware that the power of his blood contract was running very slowly in the fog, as if it was tightly bound by an invisible but indestructible shackle. Every time he mobilized his strength, it seemed to break through a thick barrier, which was extremely difficult, as if an invisible hand was trying to stop him from exerting his strength. Ye Li also noticed something strange. Her eyebrows were tightly knitted, like a crescent moon covered by dark clouds. The long whip in her hand was waving rapidly in the air, trying to dispel the disturbing fog in front of her. However, wherever the long whip went, the fog was only stirred briefly, and then it returned to its original state, like a stubborn demon that refused to dissipate, and all efforts were in vain. ?
At this moment, a pair of green eyes suddenly lit up in the mist. The eyes were like two jumping ghost fires, flashing a chilling light in the darkness, as if they could freeze a person's soul. Then, a huge figure as big as a mountain slowly appeared. It was a giant wolf as big as a hill. Its hair was dark purple, as if it was stained by an evil curse, exuding a strange and ominous smell. The giant wolf's mouth constantly exuded a disgusting stench. Every time it breathed, the surrounding fog rolled and surged violently like boiling water, as if warmly responding to its powerful and evil power. ?
"It's the Fog Nightmare Wolf!" Duan Litang's pupils shrank suddenly, and a trace of shock and solemnity flashed in his eyes. According to the ancient records of Yongye Port, this monster is extremely terrifying. It relies on sucking the fear deep in the hearts of living beings to survive. The more fearful the prey is, the stronger its power becomes, and the easier it is to become its food. The demon wolf roared in a low voice, and the roar was like rolling thunder, reverberating in the air, shaking the surrounding air trembling, as if the whole world was crumbling in this roar. Then, it pounced on us like a black lightning, with an extremely fast speed, bringing a strong gust of wind, blowing the surrounding fog like catkins blown away by the wind, splashing everywhere. Duan Litang reacted quickly, swung his sword to meet the attack, and the blood sword in his hand collided heavily with the wolf claws, making a harsh metal friction sound. The sound was sharp and shrill, as if it was going to tear the eardrums of people alive, which was particularly thrilling in this dead fog. Ye Li took advantage of the situation and swung out a long whip, trying to wrap around the wolf's hind legs and restrict its movement. However, the wolf was as agile as lightning, and with a flexible turn, it easily avoided the attack of the long whip. The long whip was like a weak rope, helplessly falling into the air and swaying limply to the side. ?
The battle instantly entered a white-hot stage. Duan Litang suddenly felt an invisible and heavy force pressing on his heart like a mountain, as if a huge stone weighing thousands of pounds fell heavily on his chest, making him almost unable to breathe. At the same time, a very terrible illusion appeared in front of him: he saw Ye Li lying in a pool of blood, and the blood was like a gurgling stream, dyeing the surrounding land red, and he was surrounded by a group of killers from the Dark Palace. The killers had hideous faces, like demons from hell, with sharp blades flashing coldly in their hands, pressing forward step by step, and the shadow of death was like a dark cloud covering him. This was exactly the scene he feared most in his heart. The fear was like a surging tide, which instantly submerged him completely and made him almost lose the will to resist. "Don't be confused by illusions!" Ye Li's anxious voice sounded in his ears, like a thunder that broke through the darkness, instantly waking him up from the abyss of illusions. Duan Litang suddenly woke up, and a firm light rekindled in his eyes, like a blazing fire that would never go out. He poured all the light of the Stone of Light into the blood sword, and the blood sword instantly shone brightly, like a rising sun, emitting dazzling brilliance. He swung the blood sword and swung out a golden sword energy. The sword energy was like a golden lightning, carrying endless power, cutting through the fog and shooting straight at the demon wolf. As the sword energy passed, the demon wolf let out a miserable scream, which was full of pain and despair. A deep wound appeared on its body, and purple blood gushed out like a fountain, dripping on the ground, instantly corroding hideous small pits, and a pungent smell filled the air. ?
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However, the demon wolf did not give up. Its eyes flashed with crazy light, like two burning will-o'-the-wisp fires. It roared to the sky, and the roar was full of anger and unwillingness, as if it wanted to vent its hatred to the whole world. As it roared, the surrounding fog instantly became thicker, as if it was manipulated by a powerful and evil force, and quickly turned into countless sharp fog blades, densely shooting towards the two. Those fog blades flashed with cold light, like deadly hidden weapons, with the sound of whistling wind, as if they were going to cut everything in the world into pieces. Duan Litang and Ye Li stood back to back, waving their weapons with all their strength, trying to block these fog blades one by one. The blood sword and the long whip kept dancing in the air, drawing a series of gorgeous and powerful defensive arcs, and the sound of metal collisions was endless, like an exciting battle symphony. But the mist blades became more and more numerous, like a surging tide, one wave after another, endless. They gradually became powerless. Their arms ached from the continuous resistance, as if they were filled with lead. Their foreheads were also covered with beads of sweat, which rolled down their cheeks like crystal pearls. ?
At the critical moment, Duan Litang suddenly remembered the mysterious chanting he had encountered in the cave before. That voice seemed to carry a mysterious and ancient power that could soothe the restless soul and calm the fear in his heart. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, concentrated all his energy, and tried to imitate that rhythm. At first, his voice was a little jerky, like a chick singing for the first time, intermittent. But as he kept trying, the familiar rhythm gradually came out of his mouth, becoming more and more fluent and firm. Unexpectedly, as he chanted, the fog around him began to slowly dissipate, as if it was dispelled by an invisible but powerful purifying force. The movements of the demon wolf also became slow, and the original ferocity and madness in its eyes were gradually replaced by a trace of confusion, as if it fell into deep confusion. Ye Li seized this opportunity keenly, and the long whip was like a smart venomous snake, quickly wrapped around the demon wolf's neck, and then pulled hard. The demon wolf was strangled and suffocated, struggling to get rid of the restraints, twisting its body violently, and the surrounding fog rolled with it. Duan Litang took the opportunity to jump high up, the blood sword in his hand flashing with cold light, like a falling meteor, stabbing fiercely at the heart of the demon wolf. The demon wolf struggled for a few times, uttered a few weak whimpers, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing into the air, as if it had never existed in this world. ?
After dispelling the demon wolf, the two took a short rest and continued to move forward in the fog. Time seemed to have lost its meaning in this chaotic fog, and everything became blurry and long. After an unknown amount of time, they finally saw a huge abyss. A faint blue light flickered at the bottom of the abyss, and the light flickered, as if a mysterious life was breathing, and it seemed to be calling them from the distant other side, full of endless temptations and unknowns. ?
"The sword of the soul should be down there." Duan Litang panted and said, with a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more of expectation, as if he saw the dawn of victory before his eyes. But when they approached the abyss, countless black bats suddenly flew out of the darkness. These bats were huge, with blood-red eyes, like burning fireballs, and their wings were covered with strange runes. Those runes seemed to have life, flowing slowly, exuding an evil and gloomy breath. They screamed, their voices were sharp and piercing, like countless sharp needles, piercing people's eardrums directly, making people have splitting headaches. They rushed towards the two people frantically, like a group of hungry wolves, wanting to devour them. Ye Li waved a long whip to disperse the first group of bats that rushed over. The long whip danced in the air, making a whirring sound, like a sharp knife, tearing a hole in the bat formation. However, these bats seemed endless, and soon more bats came from all directions, surrounding them like an airtight black wall, trapping them inside. ?
Just as they were caught in a bitter battle, a melodious sound of swords came from the bottom of the abyss. The sound was crisp and pleasant, like a spring flowing in the mountains, and like the sound of nature, as if there was a magical power that instantly made those crazy bats panic. The originally neat and orderly attack formation suddenly became chaotic, and the bats began to fly around, collide with each other, and make miserable cries. Duan Litang and Ye Li looked at each other, and saw determination and determination in each other's eyes, and jumped into the abyss without hesitation. In the process of falling, they saw an amazing scene: countless swords were suspended in the abyss. These swords had different shapes, some were simple and heavy, as if carrying the historical precipitation of thousands of years; some were sharp and light, as if they could cut through the void at any time. But without exception, they all exuded a unique breath, and each sword seemed to be telling its own story. At the bottom, a sword emitting a silver-white light was slowly rising. The patterns on the sword were exactly the same as the runes on the bronze door. They were mysterious and ancient, as if they came from the distant ancient times, carrying endless secrets. ?
"That's the Sword of Soul!" Ye Li shouted excitedly, her voice full of surprise and excitement, as if she had seen the most precious treasure in the world. However, before they could get the sword, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the depths of the abyss, at an extremely fast speed, like a black lightning, instantly piercing the void. The black shadow drew an arc in the air and grabbed the Sword of Soul. Duan Litang looked closely and saw that it was a man in a black robe. He was wearing a hideous mask on his face, with strange patterns engraved on the mask. Those patterns seemed to be twisting, exuding a gloomy atmosphere, which made people shudder, and they couldn't see his face clearly. ?
"Want the Soul Sword? That's not that easy." The black-robed man let out a sinister laugh, which echoed in the abyss for a long time, full of ridicule and mockery, as if mocking their overestimation of their own abilities. He swung the sword in his hand, and a black sword energy attacked the two of them. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a harsh sound, like a wounded beast roaring, and the surrounding space was distorted.
