You call this the way of the sword?

With only her head remaining and all her mobility gone, Bai Xiaoxing knew she had messed up.

After painstakingly avoiding the demonic locusts and escaping the Five Elements Squad, they thought they had escaped a calamity, but unexpectedly found themselves in an even more difficult situation.

Faced with Yang Qingfeng's humiliating caresses, Bai Xiaoxing dared not speak out in anger, and had no choice but to reveal all the information she possessed.

There are a total of 76 battlefield scars in Pingchuan.

There used to be more, but most of it has been erased over time.

There was a great deal of human intervention involved, namely the exploration of war relics by various ethnic groups.

As long as the ancient magical power is refined and taken away, or the ancient magical power is directly destroyed and dispelled, the battle scars will gradually weaken until they return to an ordinary battlefield.

The battlefield scars contain many rare treasures, either ancient relics or left behind by later explorers.

Obtaining these treasures is not easy, especially on the Pingchuan battlefield.

Pingchuan is a low-level battlefield, with a maximum level of 29.

At this stage, even junior cultivators can't manage their own affairs, let alone refine ancient magical power. Therefore, the seventy-six remaining battle scars in Pingchuan have remained for over a thousand years.

At this point, what Bai Xiaoxing said was consistent with what his senior brothers had said.

Yang Qingfeng used this to determine that she was no longer lying, and at the same time arrived at the "palm" area of ​​Changyuan Valley.

This is a relatively flat, open area, seemingly formed by a giant hand smashing and crushing the ground. It is the central area of ​​Changyuan Valley, but not its core.

In the palm area, countless cracks constantly spew out invisible waves of air. These waves are sharp as knives and chillingly cold. They may seem to pose no direct harm to people, but that is not the case.

Through the dual verification of the sword spirit and sword aura, Yang Qingfeng determined that these air waves were corrosive.

The damage on the ground was minor, but as the sword spirits went deeper, the damage they suffered increased until their soul bodies shattered and they were severely injured, exceeding their maximum tolerance.

At this moment, the sword soul was still an endless distance from the deepest core area of ​​the battle scar.

Seeing Yang Qingfeng standing on the edge of the cliff, not paying attention to exploring, Bai Xiaoxing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Changyuan Valley is the smallest in scale and has been explored the most times, so it is relatively the safest battle site, but don't be too naive."

"If other battle scars are likened to king-level dungeons, then Long Abyss Valley is at least hell-level. If you venture in recklessly, you'll be crying for ages without even knowing how you died."

"Finally... Legend has it that Long Abyss Valley has seventeen levels and has not given birth to any other monsters, but that's just a legend and not guaranteed."

"Anyway, I can only go up to the 15th floor, that's all I know."

After saying that, Bai Xiaoxing nervously looked around, afraid that the last bit of value she had left would be squeezed out and her head would be ruthlessly crushed.

She had just realized that the bat demons' stronghold wouldn't disappear.

If Yang Qingfeng dared to venture into the demon clan's stronghold, he would naturally be able to find the place on his own, and there would be no need for her to lead the way.

In this way, her only purpose was rendered useless.

Bai Xiaoxing became increasingly horrified as she thought about it, realizing that she seemed to be of no use other than being a pet.

But wouldn't he feel awkward holding a skull as a pet?

In fact, no.

On the contrary, Yang Qingfeng found it very novel.

Accustomed to working alone, he sometimes envies others who can happily team up for spiritual practice, but his extreme egoism prevents him from teaming up with others to share experience.

This conflicting emotion was once unsolvable, until now I have a pet, and this pet is highly intelligent, can communicate, does not need to be fed, and does not move around on its own.

It's practically a lifesaver for relieving boredom on the path of cultivation.

"Only seventeen floors?"

Yang Qingfeng stared into the abyss below, while manipulating his sword spirit to move back. After counting carefully, he discovered that there were indeed distinct levels underground.

The Sword Soul can only go as far as the 13th floor; going any further will result in fatal damage.

Based on the attributes of the Sword Soul, starting from the 14th floor, the corrosion damage will exceed the 8500-point endurance limit. Only when the main endurance of the Dao Body reaches the low-level peak and the attributes exceed 10,000 can it be possible to persist until the 17th floor.

But I have sword energy, so I might give it a try.

Just to be on the safe side, we can increase the thickness of the sword aura first.

"..."

Bai Xiaoxing remained silent, but Yang Qingfeng's words lingered in her mind like a demonic chant.

Only 17 floors?

What does "only" mean?

Does this guy not understand ghost language?

Suddenly the ground shook violently, and a continuous rumbling sound came from the abyss.

Bai Xiaoxing was startled and cried out, "No! Run! There are beasts attacking inside! The Battlefield Locusts will..."

Suddenly, eight sword spirits roared up from the crack in the ground, interrupting Bai Xiaoxing's words.

The sword spirits stood in mid-air, raising their swords and gathering their power.

Skill: To live in the face of death.

This was the first time the Sword Soul had used a skill after reaching level six, but it was only to stir up a hornet's nest.

Instantly, a burst of soul light erupted, and the sword spirit's body gradually transformed into soul power. The soul power swirled like a vortex, creating a whirlwind that merged into the sword, unleashing a sword aura that directly assaulted the soul.

Just a second before their soul power was completely drained and their bodies were about to collapse, the eight sword spirits simultaneously swung their swords.

With a whoosh, eight astonishing soul-type sword energies surged like a long river, crashing into the crevice with unstoppable force. They crushed the emerging demonic locusts, tore open the crevice, shattered the rocks, and caused a violent explosion deep underground.

Accompanied by a familiar roar and earthquake, Bai Xiaoxing's soul fire suddenly contracted.

Her current state is very delicate; she can feel the pressure of soul power more clearly.

Without a doubt, even without all eight sword spirits attacking her simultaneously, as long as just one of them unleashes this sword energy at her, her soul, which has no physical body to protect it, will be instantly annihilated.

But that wasn't what Bai Xiaoxing feared most. What made her most desperate was that in her haste, she seemed to have unintentionally cursed someone...

Open your mouth.

Yang Qingfeng suddenly grabbed her hair and lifted her up. Bai Xiaoxing was terrified and just opened her mouth to explain when a cold glint flashed.

With unparalleled precision, Yu Junjian pierced through the skull between its two rows of large white teeth, exiting through its jawbone and instantly hanging it on the blade.

At the same time, Yang Qingfeng sat on Yu Junjian's back, pressed Bai Xiaoxing's head, and quickly ascended into the air.

The heavy blow from the sword spirit alarmed all the underground battlefield locusts.

Like a volcano about to erupt, their multifaceted outbursts caused the earth to tremble violently, even cracking open more fissures, until with several loud bangs, countless demonic locusts soared into the sky!

The impact of this scene was particularly terrifying, instantly making Bai Xiaoxing forget her own state.

What was pierced through her little mouth?

What was humiliated?

None of it matters anymore.

In a short time, the battlefield locusts had already blotted out the sky, and their numbers were countless.

In Bai Xiaoxing's view, even if the armies of all races joined forces, it would be difficult to confront such a large number of demonic locusts head-on. If they did not run away now, they would only face certain death!

She is fine, but if Yang Qingfeng dies, where will we find her body?

Bai Xiaoxing immediately became anxious and was about to urge Yang Qingfeng to escape, but when she turned her gaze to Yang Qingfeng, she saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a hint of sinister charm.

"Here, please watch a fireworks display by the human race."

Yang Qingfeng gently patted Bai Xiaoxing's head, then waved his hand forward, sending a dozen pebbles pouring out of the cultivation space and transforming into swords that shot out.

Skill: Sword Explosion!

A series of loud booming sounds followed.

With a deafening explosion, the sky-covering locusts burst into a rain of blood, instantly filling Bai Xiaoxing's vision, as if the entire world had been dyed red.