Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 319 How many pounds 2?

After adjusting the direction of advance several times, Shen Yun gradually discovered a pattern.

As he rushed forward, the air around him seemed to become heavy, and an invisible sense of oppression followed him. At first, he could deal with the shadows he encountered relatively easily. Although the power of the shadows was strange, it was not enough to pose a fatal threat under Shen Yun's powerful spiritual power and exquisite swordsmanship. However, as he continued to move forward, the shadows he encountered became stronger and stronger.

Their figures became more solid, and the originally vague outlines gradually became clear, as if they were given substance from nothingness. Those pairs of eyes emitting dim light were filled with frightening malice. The attacks became more fierce, and every attack of the black shadows was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, like a sharp blade cutting through the air and rushing towards Shen Yun. And the frequency of encounters was also higher, almost one wave after another. Sometimes, he had just repelled a black shadow and had no time to catch his breath, and the next black shadow had already flashed out of the darkness and attacked him with fangs and claws.

But when he went to the left or right, the situation was different.

The shadows encountered here, both in appearance and in the aura they exude, are basically the same. Their strength level is stable at a relatively low level, without the strong sense of oppression that makes Shen Yun feel palpitations. The shadows' attack patterns are also similar. Although Shen Yun still needs to be careful when dealing with them, at least he won't be as exhausted as when he was moving forward. The passages on the left and right sides are like two parallel worlds, forming a sharp contrast with the road ahead that is full of death threats.

Shen Yun frowned slightly, thinking about the secrets behind this pattern. Is there something important ahead, guarded by a more powerful shadow? Or is this just a natural defense mechanism of this ruins, designed to prevent intruders from penetrating into the core?

Shen Yun stopped, frowned slightly, and secretly assessed his own strength.

So far, the strongest black shadows he encountered were probably at the eighth level of the foundation building realm. Every time those powerful black shadows appeared, they were like demons in the dark, exuding a chilling aura. Their attacks were swift and fierce, as if they could tear apart space. However, Shen Yun did not take them seriously. Putting aside the fact that the black shadows would reunite after being broken, such strength would not cause any trouble to Shen Yun.

Although Shen Yun's true cultivation level is only the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, he has unique advantages. The "Thunder God Art" he practiced is an extremely advanced technique that gives him exquisite control over lightning spiritual power. Every trace of lightning spiritual power flowing through his body is like a smart electric dragon, containing the power to destroy the world. Moreover, the lightning spiritual power in his dantian is like a treasure, providing him with a constant supply of energy support. With the blessing of the "Thunder God Art" and the lightning spiritual power in his dantian, his strength has been greatly improved. Even when facing a strong man at the peak of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, he is not afraid of a fight.

Thinking of this, Shen Yun took a short break. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breath, and calmed down the chaotic spiritual power in his body.

Shen Yun fought bloody battles all the way, waving the sword in his hand, with lightning and thunder overflowing with spiritual power, like an invincible god of war.

Finally, after several battles, a palace appeared before his eyes.

This hall is magnificent, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Only the main gate is visible outside, while the rest of the structure is tightly embedded into the mountain, as if it has merged with the entire mountain. One can't help but marvel at the ingenuity of the builders.

In front of the hall was a square, the ground was paved with huge stone slabs, flat and smooth. There was nothing in the square, and it was so quiet that it made people feel uneasy, as if time had frozen here.

However, in this empty space, a standing black shadow was particularly eye-catching. The black shadow stood there quietly, like a silent guardian, or a hunter waiting for prey. Its figure was taller than the black shadows encountered before, and the aura it exuded was even more eerie and terrifying. The air around the black shadow seemed to be distorted, and there was a faint black mist surging, which made people shudder.

Shen Yun stopped and stared at the black shadow. The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a strong sense of vigilance surged in his heart. He knew that this black shadow in front of him would definitely lead to an unprecedented fierce battle.

The shadow in front of him was different from the ones Shen Yun had encountered before. It was like a unique demon born in the darkness, emitting a creepy aura. Shen Yun's eyes were fixed on the shadow, his brows slightly furrowed, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Shen Yun could clearly see that the facial contour of the shadow in front of him was no longer as blurry as the shadow he had encountered before. The contour gradually became clear, like a terrifying face emerging from the fog. Every line was full of evil, and under the high nose bridge was a slightly open mouth that seemed to be roaring silently. The outline of the face was like a curse carved in the darkness, exuding the breath of death and destruction.

As Shen Yun approached, the black shadow that was standing there began to move. Its body trembled slightly, as if it had been awakened from a deep sleep. The air around it seemed to become colder as it woke up, and a trace of chill climbed up Shen Yun's spine.

It opened its eyes and looked at Shen Yun. Those eyes were scarlet and emotionless.

The red color burned in its eye sockets like blood. There was no emotion that humans should have, only endless killing desire and cold silence. When its eyes met Shen Yun's, Shen Yun felt as if he was penetrated by an invisible force, and his soul was shocked. Those eyes were like a passage to hell, which could completely crush a person's will.

Anyone who trespasses into the Blood Refining Sect will die! "The shadow's deep and hoarse voice echoed in the silent square, as if it was a verdict from the ancient hell. The voice did sound a little unskilled, as if the vocal cords had been rusty for a long time since he spoke, and every word had a stiff friction, but because of this special texture, it added a bit of gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

The black shadow's lips opened and closed slightly, and with each syllable, a black breath drifted away. The breath was like cursed smoke, filling the air with a pungent smell of blood. Its tone was flat and cold, without the slightest ups and downs, like a soulless killing machine executing a set program. However, from those simple words, one could feel an unquestionable majesty, as if the Blood Training Sect behind it was an inviolable taboo, and anyone who dared to step into it would be punished in the most cruel way.

When Shen Yun heard the voice, he casually made a sword flower. He slightly adjusted his posture, stepped firmly on the ground with both feet, and the lightning spirit power flowed rapidly in his body.

"You are so arrogant. Let me see how much you are capable of."