Starting from the steel of the heart, slaying demons and monsters.

Chapter 21 Unlimited Supernatural Powers

You brought me here, but you're not taking me with you, leaving me to leave on my own?

He opened his mouth, as if to shout, "Sir, how am I supposed to leave?"

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

After saying that, the man didn't look at Zhang Ping again, but pounced on the black snake, unleashing a series of rapid attacks.

Zhang Ping was speechless.

Really speechless.

He was inexplicably brought to this godforsaken place, inexplicably dumped in a demon's lair, inexplicably fought a life-or-death battle, and now inexplicably told to leave on his own.

but……

He looked around, then at the two terrifying beings locked in combat in the sky, and gritted his teeth.

He really didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place any longer.

Although I don't know why, my health was restored instantly, and there were no side effects.

But this is really not an environment in which he can survive.

The monsters here are like freebies; if he were to encounter a monster at the Boiling Blood Realm, he would be doomed here.

Without further hesitation, Zhang Ping set off immediately.

At the same time, he looked at the corpse of the pig demon.

Monsters have an extremely sensitive sense of smell; if they smell human scent, it could be very dangerous.

He disregarded his disgust and smeared the pig's blood on himself before crouching down the mountain.

He observed the terrain as he ran.

Below Black Mountain lies a wide scree beach, beyond which once stretched a dry riverbed, and on the other side of the riverbed, the shadows of the black mountains rise in endless rows.

There was no road, no landmarks, and you couldn't even tell which way to go, because the sky above had no sun, moon, or stars, only a murky dark red expanse.

At the same time, he didn't know how he got there, because he was brought there by that man.

Now we can only rely on our instincts to choose the path that looks relatively flat and head down, to get out of this demonic mountain first.

rustling.

Suddenly, a faint scraping sound came from the pile of rocks on the right.

Zhang Ping paused, his body tensed instantly, and his right hand gripped the hilt of the knife.

You can't relax here.

The sound grew closer and clearer.

He turned his head abruptly.

A large red python charged towards him from a distance.

It's no exaggeration to say that it was a charge. The python didn't crawl like an ordinary snake; instead, it raised its upper body high, like an arrow released from a bow, and glided rapidly along the ground.

Zhang Ping's pupils contracted.

This python was even more enormous than the wild boar from before, its body as thick as a water bucket, covered in dark red scales that gleamed with an oily sheen in the dim light, as if it had just been pulled from a pool of blood.

The aura emanating from this giant snake was already at the eighth level of the Body Tempering Realm, two levels higher than that of the wild boar from before.

But it can be solved.

Since he can use supernatural powers and won't be weakened afterward, this giant python is just a piece of cake for him.

He did not hesitate.

He used his supernatural powers once again.

The panel's health bar was instantly drained down to 1, and that familiar burning sensation surged up my arm again, flowing into the blade.

The giant python had now rushed within five zhang (approximately 10 meters) and opened its massive jaws.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ping swung his sword directly at the giant maw.

A flash of light appeared.

The blade's edge pierced directly through the entire skull, slicing down the spine.

Then, starting from the head, it split open segment by segment, not neatly cut in half, but like bamboo being split open. Each vertebra exploded the moment the blade passed through, and chunks of flesh and scales flew everywhere.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces...

It broke into more than a dozen pieces.

Zhang Ping took a couple of breaths, his chest heaving.

Then he glanced at the system panel.

Sure enough, for some reason, I don't feel tired when using my supernatural powers now.

The blood drained will return to its original level.

It's a wonderful feeling, like being a mage without a mana bar, able to cast spells at will.

Zhang Ping's lips curled up slightly.

This is interesting.

This was, in fact, the only good news he had since arriving here.

Without further hesitation, he shook off the python blood from his iron-slaying sword and continued running down the mountain.

Along the way, he encountered several more groups of demons.

A black wolf, tempered to the seventh level, pounced out from behind a rock on the side, and he turned around and chopped off half of its head with a single stroke.

A mountain demon, tempered to the eighth level, covered in white fur, with protruding fangs and immense strength, lifted a millstone-sized rock and hurled it at him.

Zhang Ping dodged the attack and then swung his knife again.

Each one is a knife cut.

Every strike possesses the power of the Boiling Blood Realm.

At the same time, Zhang Ping seemed to gradually discover a pattern: the frequency and intensity of these demons' appearances were not quite right.

It's because every time he kills one, there's always a short interval before the next one appears.

Moreover, after each one is killed, the level of the next one will slightly increase.

Starting from the sixth level of body tempering, then moving to the seventh, eighth, and even beginning to show signs of the ninth level of body tempering.

It's like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, one by one they come to deliver them.

The thought popped into Zhang Ping's mind, and he found it absurd.

If this were a real battlefield, the demon horde would have swarmed in long ago, instead of giving him the chance to defeat them one by one.

Moreover, while the town lord and the black dragon were fighting fiercely above, the lesser demons below didn't take advantage of the chaos to escape; instead, they came one after another to cause him trouble.

Zhang Ping ran while thinking, but his hands never stopped moving.

Another demon at the ninth level of tempering charged toward him. This time it was a pangolin-like demon beast covered in armor, its scales stacked like iron armor. It rolled over in a ball, like a cannonball.

He took a deep breath and stabbed again.

The blade sliced ​​through the pangolin's scales with a piercing metallic tearing sound, but with the added power of true damage, the blade pierced through the pangolin's body in one go, tearing it in two.

Zhang Ping sheathed his sword, his breathing steady.

At the same time, I found that my sword strikes were becoming smoother and smoother.

From initial fear and tension, I've now become quite composed.

Kill one if one comes, kill two if two come.

Anyway, I can use my supernatural powers as I please, my health regenerates automatically, and I never get tired.

To be honest, it feels pretty good.

Inside the stone chamber, before the black mirror.

The incense on the table had burned out.

The last piece of incense ash broke off and crumbled into powder on the table.

Heng Ziyang looked at the piece of incense ash, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

He turned to face Guo Jie, stretched out his hand with his five fingers spread, and said in a sly tone, "Brother Guo, you've lost again."

Guo Jie watched Zhang Ping's figure, and a rare look of confusion appeared on his usually expressionless face.

He didn't understand, he really didn't understand.

The judgment based on half an incense stick's time was a conclusion he drew from Zhang Ping's cultivation level, his observations over the past few days, and the performance of countless others who had entered the Black Mirror Trial.

After all, most people can't even last half an incense stick's time, and those who can last a full incense stick are one in a hundred.

Zhang Ping's cultivation level is only at the seventh level of Body Tempering. He is relatively old and his cultivation technique is ordinary. Although he may have encountered some difficulties, he has mastered a powerful sword technique that allows him to fight against opponents of higher levels.

However, his flaws are obvious, so how has he managed to hold on until now?