"The Nineteenth Mountain is full of dangers, the two of you should take care of yourself!"

Leng Xing glanced at Zhuo Wen and Long Xiaotian indifferently, then left the Nineteenth Mountain.

"Is this the interior of the Nineteenth Mountain?"

Zhuowen looked around and found that the surrounding environment was gloomy, with black fog lingering above, and at the end of the front, there was a dark river, and a narrow single-plank bridge stood beside the river.

"That should be the entrance to the first restricted area?" Long Xiaotian pointed at the single-plank bridge.

"It should be, let's go in, but be careful."

Zhuo Wen nodded, and immediately the two of them stepped onto the single-plank bridge.

"Huh? The gravity here is so strong."

The moment they stepped on the single-plank bridge, Zhuo Wen and Long Xiaotian clearly felt that the surrounding gravity was much stronger.

After the two adjusted their status, they walked towards the depths of the single-plank bridge step by step. At the same time, their muscles were tense, ready to deal with possible crises at any time.

Wow!

When the two gradually stepped on the single-plank bridge and moved away, an extremely ugly head protruded from the black water at the head of the bridge.

"There are two more dead, hehe!"

...

"The black fog around the Nineteenth Mountain is so weird. With our eyesight, we can only see a distance of ten meters." Zhuo Wen said with some surprise.

"Even my thoughts can only be extended to tens of meters." Long Xiaotian said solemnly.

Whoosh!

After another distance, there was a sudden sound of water breaking, and then two black shadows rushed towards Zhuo Wen and Long Xiaotian respectively.

Zhuo Wen took a closer look, and immediately saw the true faces of the two black shadows. The black shadows were covered with fish scales, their heads were dark and ugly, and they were holding a black trident.

The black shadow flicked the trident with his right hand, and countless black water gushed out like tentacles, surrounding Zhuo Wen and Long Xiaotian.

"break!"

Long Xiaotian's right hand formed a palm, and he slammed it out. The wind law condensed an extremely powerful wind blade, and blasted at the black shadow that was rushing towards him.

"ah!"

This black shadow let out a miserable howl, and was cut into countless pieces by the wind blade.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were indifferent, his right eye wrapped in the law of ice, and with one hand, countless ice and snow swept in, and the figure of the looting black figure froze, and before he could react, Zhuo Wen punched the black figure's chest with his right hand forward.

Then Zhuo Wen stepped out, appeared behind the black shadow, swung his right foot, and immediately the black shadow slammed heavily on the single-plank bridge.

Pooh!

The black shadow spat out a mouthful of blood, and just about to struggle, Zhuo Wen stepped forward and stepped on its chest.

"What are you?" Zhuo Wen asked indifferently.

"Hey, your strength is not bad, you can actually kill my clone."

The black shadow smiled coldly, his whole body collapsed, turned into a pool of black water, and merged into the river under the bridge.

"Huh? Turn into water?" Zhuo Wen frowned slightly.

"Is this just a clone?" Long Xiaotian asked.

"Go on, I'm afraid the body of this creature is ahead."

Zhuo Wen and Long Xiaotian looked at each other and continued to move forward, but they became more cautious.

...

"Breaking open my avatar, these two are quite strong."

"Maybe it can be fun, and it can be fun."

"I feel that the inheritors this time are stronger than the previous ones, especially because there is actually a saint among them."

"..." JrNovels.com