Seeing the liquid droplets slowly floating, Chu Tianming raised his eyebrows and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"So that's it..." He twisted it casually and stopped it at his fingertips.

He glanced at the droplets again, then took out a small bottle, put it in it, and then walked away.

He was not happy at all about killing such a skull lizard. Instead, he seemed to have slapped a mosquito to death and brushed away a bug.

In fact, killing such a bone lizard is much simpler than dealing with the soul mark of the Lord Daolei Kingdom. If he defeats the soul mark, he may also need to use some extra-magic magic tricks and use a guqin, but he only needs to kill the bone lizard.

This transaction has no direct connection with whether he has cultivation or not, but is entirely because he has long known the nature of the bone lizard.

Back then, when Lanting Shushou was setting up the mysterious world, he outlined countless ink beasts, and the bone lizard was just one of them. Since Lanting Shushou could outline ink beasts back then, Chu Tianming could also destroy ink beasts with one stroke.

This is purely a simple "switch", and Chu Tianming is the one who masters "switch".

In the Shuxuan Realm, Chu Tianming may be the person with the lowest cultivation level, but he can kill any ink beast.

For the next period of time, Chu Tianming walked casually in the bone-eroding desert. The wind and sand in the sky seemed to be able to erode all the landforms, but it could not disturb his progress at all.

Along the way, one ink beast after another jumped out. These ink beasts were either some bone lizards or some bone sand pythons, but no matter how terrifying they were, they were killed by Chu Tianming, and the droplets in the small bottle became more and more.

The Shu Xuan Realm is like a small world. When hundreds of disciples enter it, they disappear like mud cows entering the sea. When they are thrown into all directions, they are so scattered that it is almost difficult to meet each other.

This lasted four natural days, and when converted into the Xuan Realm of Books, it means that most of the "First Xuan Tian" passed.

The Xuan Realm of Books will be one page and one Xuantian. Every seven days, the page will be turned over. When the sixth night comes, the power of refining will emerge from the heaven and earth of the Xuan Realm of Books of Books of Books of Books of Books of Books of Books of Books of Books of Books of Books of Books of Books of Books of Books of Books, and begins to wash away the entire Xuan Realm of Books of Books of Books. This time will last for the entire natural day until the first Xuan Tian is completely over.

When the eighth day comes, the Xuantian Realm of Books will enter the "Second Xuantian".

Now, the first Xuantian has been more than halfway through, and it is less than three days before the power of refining appears.

On this day, Chu Tianming had already arrived at the edge of the Bone-Eating Desert.

The Bone-Erosion Desert seems boundless, but it is just a wonderful visual misleading. In fact, the edge of the Bone-Erosion Desert presents a strange spatial misalignment, which is like folding a piece of paper into a right angle. The Bone-Erosion Desert occupies one side of the paper, and on the other side perpendicular to it, it is another world with completely different scenery.

It was a forest.

At this moment, Chu Tianming was standing at the broken line between the bone-eroding desert and the forest. He could step into the forest with one step.

But at this moment, his steps suddenly paused.

“Swishy…”

There was only a rustling sound, and then the sandbag behind him raised at a speed visible to his eyes, and then a thin palm inserted out of the sand and grabbed it to the ground.

With the force of his palm, a monster like a mummy crawled out of the ground.

This is a human-shaped monster. The clothes on her body have long turned into dilapidated old cloth strips. It is skinny and a layer of wind and sand is wrapped around it, like a corpse resurrected from the yellow sand.

"Ghost?" Chu Tianming frowned and pondered, "Are the monks corrupted by the dark aura? They were washed into this form by the refining power? After Xiaoyao modified the "Digu Xuanshu", he weakened his own refining power, and actually allowed you ghosts to survive..."

He said, slowly taking out the ghost pen.

"The living is born... the dead are gone... the living is rebellious..." The human-shaped monster "ghost" opened and closed his mouth and spit out wisps of black smoke. It spit out unpleasant bytes in a hoarse voice, but Chu Tianming could understand it completely.

"There are only wreckage left, and the shaking will still think of these illusory things." Chu Tianming shook his head.

At this time, the ghost opened his arms and slaughtered Chu Tianming in a strange manner. When it moved, endless yellow sand walked in a roll of vaguely forming an indestructible cage, wanting to imprison Chu Tianming.

Chu Tianming drew a stroke casually, and the ink mark appeared, slashing it on the cage like a sky knife. With a "clang" sound, the cage shattered on the spot.

After crossing the cage, Chu Tianming stepped on the stars and land, retreated instead of advancing, and rushed up to the ghosts.

The ghost spits strange syllables and taps the bone claws into the wind and sand. Suddenly, countless sand and dust gathers wildly and turns into a sickle-shaped weapon.

"Reverse life..." It waved its sickle and slashed at Chu Tianming with a strange cry.

When the sickle came down, a dark crack immediately appeared in the air. If it was touched, the monks in the furnace realm would probably feel hatred on the spot.

Chu Tianming's face did not change. Just as the sickle was about to hook him, his figure flashed strangely, and he directly passed the sickle and came to the ghost.

His wrist shook, and the hairs of the ghost's pen gathered up, like a sharp sword, pointing to the ghost's eyebrows.

"Resistance..." The ghost roared, and his eyebrows suddenly cracked, and a pitch-black light emitted, trying to swallow Chu Tianming.

Chu Tianming snorted coldly, and Guihao's pen did not retreat at all.

"Dark? What a tiny darkness!"

In an instant, a billions of feet of light appeared around Chu Tianming. At this moment, he seemed to be like the Holy Emperor in the world, or like the Great Emperor in the air. He pointed out his finger casually, as if he pointed out the supreme order.

The ghost pen pierced the darkness and pointed it at the ghost's eyebrows.

At this moment, all the movements of the ghost came to an abrupt end, and the sickle in his hand turned into sand and rustled down.

"laugh--"

Countless white smoke rose from the ghost's body, and the smoke was filled with some unpleasant smells. A skinny figure gradually appeared in the white smoke.

This figure was extremely shriveled, as if it had not been available for many years, and it was more annoying than a mummy.

The figure's eyes slowly turned from white to black, and then turned a little. When it saw Chu Tianming, its throat rolled slightly and made a hoarse voice.

"Holy...Holy Lord...Holy..."

Before he could finish his speech, his last breath had dissipated, and his whole body turned into loess with a "blow" sound, becoming part of the bone-eroding desert.

Chu Tianming stepped on the sand, looked at the loess at his feet, and sighed.

Whether it is willing or unwilling, the darkness of the past was indeed corrupted and not human beings...

No matter what thought Lanting Shusheng left them in the mysterious world of calligraphy, in the end, they could not erase them one by one, or the darkness in their hearts.

Darkness comes from a pursuit.

Falling into darkness comes from the weakness of one's own will.

When you hold the magic sword in your hand, the magic sword is also in control of you.
Chapter completed!