The big red shrimp let out a loud roar to boost its own morale, swinging the wolf-toothed club and sea-soul spear in its hands as it charged forward frantically.

  At this time, Chen Jing's face was covered in blood, and half of his forehead had been chopped off. One eye was already covered in blood, leaving only one eye gleaming with a cold light. Just an instant ago, the imperial sword had pierced through the air like it was passing through empty space, stabbing into the frame of the Black Knight's eye socket, saving Chen Jing's life but almost draining his spirit and energy. He felt his limbs were weak, and although there was still magic power in his body, it seemed to belong to someone else.

  Another wave of dark armored cavalry charged forward, and he almost unconsciously wielded his sword to strike out. The sword flashed in the air, and the dark armored cavalry fell and dispersed into black mist. Just as the ones in front had fallen, more were already surging up from behind. The sword flashed again, and the dark riders had already fallen.

  Batch after batch, endless and uninterrupted.

  He was already wielding his sword with a sense of desperation, his eyes blurry, only feeling that wherever there was danger, he would stab towards it, and in the instant he stabbed out, the sword seemed to have a life of its own, searching for weak gaps to pierce through.

  In a daze, he felt himself turn into a sword, turning into a flying insect that struggled in the dark sky. Countless people wanted to kill him, but he drilled into their eye sockets and killed them instantly. As the flight time lengthened, he found himself flying faster and more agile. No one could raise a weapon in front of him, nor could anyone touch him. As long as he wanted to drill into someone's eye socket, he would appear in that person's eye socket.

  Some people's eye sockets have different colors, mostly black, with varying shades of light and dark, some are even crimson red. No matter what color it is, to him they are all the same, every time he dives into their eye sockets, there is something like a spring water that is swallowed by him in one gulp, refreshing his whole body.

  It was also unknown how long it took for the people wearing heavy black armor in front of them to suddenly disappear.

  He suddenly woke up, and the feeling of turning into an insect disappeared instantly. Everything in front of him returned to normal. Turning his head back, he saw that dark clouds were rolling and shrouding the earth, and it was impossible to see the situation inside.

  The big red shrimp didn't stop, and kept running forward with all its might. It didn't know the direction or where it was safe, but just wanted to get away from the black armor behind. Finally, it stopped at the foot of a hill. But in the instant it suddenly stopped, Chen Jing on its back fell off.

  "Bang!" Chen Jing fell heavily onto the dark and solid ground.

  "Ah! River God, what's wrong with you?" Da Hong Xia exclaimed, his voice trembling. He was really frightened, having never seen Chen Jing in such a sorry state before.

  His disheveled black hair was stained red with blood, and the left half of his skull had been shaved off, almost revealing the white brain inside. His face was covered in a crust of dried blood. His eyes were tightly closed, and he seemed to have stopped breathing.

  "River God, River God...... River God......" The big red shrimp was almost in tears.

  When Chen Jing was about to die, he almost certainly would have died in this underworld. Moreover, Chen Jing had always been good to him and had never scolded him, occasionally explaining some magic spells to him. Whatever the reason, he did not want Chen Jing to die.

  In his anxious cries, Chen Jing opened his eyes. The big red shrimp was overjoyed and said: "River God, you're alive! You didn't die, that's great!"

  Chen Jing smiled slightly, seemingly pulling at the wound, his eyebrows furrowed, and the appearance of the big red shrimp also startled him. A pair of large red claws had only one left, a pair of protruding eyeballs had only one left. The shell on his body was clearly cracked open in several places, and two legs were broken.

  The big red shrimp didn't have an expression, only a happy voice. Chen Jing, however, had a kind of uncomfortable feeling and forced a smile: "I won't die, none of us will die, we still need to go back to Weichuan for you to marry eighteen young concubines."

  The big red shrimp laughed hoarsely, looking at Chen Jing's head with a chunk of brain cut off, and said worriedly: "River God, this is a place for ghosts to stay, under the control of Yan Wang, what do we do now?"

  "Heh heh, don't worry, the reason we were beaten by that Black Armor Cavalry is just because we're not used to this Yin realm yet, and many of our spells can't be used. After I cultivate and refine myself a bit, I'll be fine."

  After the deity left its divine domain, its magical power was limited by the imperial edict. However, if one wanted to replenish their magical power, it wasn't difficult either; as long as they had time to calm their mind and meditate for a while, it would naturally be fine.

  Yin energy is also a kind of primordial energy of heaven and earth. For Chen Jing, apart from water spiritual energy, any spiritual energy is the same.

  Chen Jing and the big red shrimp hid in a recessed area at the foot of the mountain, meditating with Chen Jing. This batch of divine spirits and cultivators who came with Chen Jing, except for the city god, no matter who it was, the aura on their bodies or the magical powers inside them did not match this heaven and earth, so after casting spells, they would be greatly discounted, and the spells that were originally easy to cast would require more magical powers to be cast here, with poor results.

  Chen Jing's head emerged from the river, and with one breath, the dark energy slowly merged into it. The originally almost dry riverbed was soon shrouded in black mist, and a cold aura attacked his heart.

  Only this yin energy is extremely difficult to refine and transform, and the speed of refining and transforming the yin spirit's energy is as slow as water seeping from the foot of a mountain.

  It wasn't until several days later that Chen Jing woke up, the dark energy on his head dispersing, and the river water in the River Shadow had turned black, but there wasn't much of this black river water.

  "He River God, you're awake!" The big red shrimp had obviously been awake for some time. Chen Jing asked, "How is it? Has your magical power recovered?"

  The big red shrimp shook its head like a wave drum and said in a stuffy tone: "This place is only suitable for ghosts to stay, those yin qi are like swamps, not only blocking my nian li, but also can't refine them at all."

  Chen Jing only then realized that the big red shrimp was actually unable to refine this yin energy, and he also wondered if a Xian Dao cultivator could refine it.

  "Hehe, never mind, just leave here as soon as possible." The big red shrimp waved its wolf-toothed club and looked at Chen Jing worriedly: "River God, your head..."

  Chen Jing shook his head, unable to see what had happened to himself, but he could feel it. His forehead was fine, but a piece of flesh on the left side of his temple near his ear was gone, and it hadn't actually damaged his brain. If it were an ordinary person, they would have already died by now, but Chen Jing, being a deity, had used his divine powers to protect the wound at the moment he was injured. At this point, the wound had already scabbed over with a layer of blackness, and his entire person looked ferocious beyond compare.

  He wiped his hand across his face and the solidified blood clots disappeared, then he stroked his hair and the black hair that had been stuck together by the blood also scattered apart.

  At this time, he picked up the sword that was lying across his knees and examined it carefully. The body of the sword was still shining brightly, but the snow-white insect on the sword had turned black. This made him recall the feeling of transforming into an insect in the Black Armor Cavalry Array.

  A dull and monotonous world, transformed into a bug, wherever it passes, the enemy must die. Everything is so simple and direct.

  Chen Jing's heart stirred, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw out his sword. The sword floated in mid-air.

  Take a light breath, and his heart sinks into the state of an ancient well with no ripples. He wholeheartedly senses the Misty Heaven Sword, and a feeling of being connected by blood and flesh surges up in his heart. His divine sense merges with the sword, and as it merges with the black insect, suddenly, the scene before his eyes changes, turning into a dull black color with some white lights, and the entire sky and earth are monotonously only black and white.

  Chen Jing felt that his body and mind had already separated, with one part in the sword and the other in his own body. However, the sensation in the sword was that of a black insect that had transformed, as the sword spun through the air, seeing himself sitting on the ground. Half of his hair was scattered, half of his skull was gone, giving off a terrifying appearance at first glance.

  Suddenly and without warning, it pierced into the void and disappeared.

  "Clang......"

  The sword has been sheathed.

  The big red shrimp's remaining eyeball protruded even more, and he hadn't seen how the sword returned to its scabbard at all. Before, he had also seen Chen Jing draw his sword, but he could always see the trajectory of the sword cutting through the air, this time however, he couldn't see anything, as if it had passed through the air.

  Chen Jing took a deep breath, himself somewhat shocked. The sword he had just released had instantly drained the little bit of spiritual energy he had managed to refine. Only after withdrawing from that state of oneness with the sword did he realize that not only was his spiritual energy greatly consumed, but his mental energy was also extremely depleted. After this one sword strike, he actually felt a sense of weakness.

  Shen Nian Xin Li, this intangible yet real thing, Chen Jing didn't know how to cultivate it, could only rely on meditation to preserve the spirit, communicate with heaven and earth, warm and nourish to recover, generally referred to as divine power.

  Sit in stillness and preserve your spirit, using the warmth of heaven and earth to nourish your soul.

  After a long time, Chen Jing woke up and got up to the mountain slope, looking back at the road for a while, and then stepped away with the big red shrimp.

  In the gloomy space between heaven and earth, a person with disheveled black hair and a skull split at one corner walked forward with a giant red shrimp that didn't belong to this world.

  More than a dozen black armored cavalrymen roamed in the distance, with an aura of extreme ferocity in their eyes. The black armor on their bodies seemed to swallow all the light between heaven and earth, while the black horses they rode were also clad in black armor, their eyes like a cluster of dark flames.

  The breath on the black knight in front was much thicker, and suddenly, he seemed to sense something, raised his head, a cold light flashed into his eyes, and all consciousness collapsed. Almost at the moment he fell, the cavalry behind him also turned into a cluster of dark energy and dispersed into the sky.

  Behind a small hill, one person and one shrimp turned out.

  This was the thirteenth batch of Black Armor Dark Riders that Chen Jing had killed, and this direction was exactly where the city guards had advanced before. The further he walked, the denser the black armor cavalry became. Chen Jing didn't know how many people escaped, nor did he know where Qin Cheng was now, but he could only walk in this direction because he didn't know how to return to his previous world.

  During this period, frequent sword practice, meditation, spiritual cultivation, and internal energy refinement allowed his magical powers to recover by half. As long as he didn't use that transcendent sword technique, his swordsmanship wouldn't consume any mental or physical energy. Even without using that particular sword technique, his mastery of the sword had advanced significantly, with a speed that was unimaginable before entering this realm.

  Endless gloom, endless desolation, deathly stillness.

  Chen Jing and Da Hong Xia walked forward again, their figures turning around a small hillside, disappearing into the hazy fog.

  Again, more than 20 black armored cavalry were patrolling around. Only by passing through these dense black armored cavalry could one know that there must be something ahead, perhaps the legendary Yanluo Temple.