The Heavenly Slayer Sword returned to his dantian and fallen asleep again. While Long Shu returned to the Black Pagoda. The previous bloody tree was withered completely as its life qi was sucked dry by the Heavenly Slayer Sword.
Feng Yun made another inspection of the area, didn't find anything special.
After that, Feng Yun cast his gaze into the distance, "It's time to search for the dantian pill."
Swoosh!
His figure flew into the distance.
In the depth of the ancient battlefield, mountains were like sharp blades piercing through the clouds. Many of them were barren and riddled with scars of war. After countless years, they were still unable to erase the trace of war.
The cold wind blew unceasingly. There was not the slightest bit of vitality. Occasionally, a few damaged bones and the damaged weapon could be seen
In this vast, Feng Yun walking in the air among the rocks. He looked around carefully.
