Chapter 5778

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, which was a good time to sneak away.

Chen Ping quietly left the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate, without alarming anyone, and even the small fire qilin that was close to him was left behind.

He transformed into an almost imperceptible faint blue shadow, as if he had merged into the night wind, and used his space escape technique to the extreme, galloping towards the direction of the Ten Thousand Sword Mountains that stood with the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains and the Red Blood Plains.

His speed far exceeded the imagination of ordinary Heavenly Immortal Realm monks, and the space seemed to be shortened under his feet, and the mountains and rivers were rapidly retreating.

A few days later, a magnificent and soaring outline of the mountains appeared on the horizon.

Completely different from the vast and ancient of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains and the bloody and eerie nature of the Red Blood Plains, the first feeling of the Ten Thousand Sword Mountains is the ultimate sharpness and solitude.

The peaks rose from the ground, steep as a sword, shaped like countless giant swords stuck upside down on the earth, straight into the sky, and the chilling sword energy seemed to condense indistinguishably, making the clouds above the mountains cut into wisps of silk by invisible forces.