After contacting the evacuation and containment affairs of all the mortals in the vicinity, Chu Feng's affairs in the human world finally came to an end.

Under the discussion between Chu Feng and Nangong Yun, their top priority was always to find an assistant who could help in this matter.

Nangong Yun finally remembered someone who might be able to help them.

When the overall situation of the Ten Thousand Gullies Mountain was at the beginning, Yan Thirteen, who was aware of the storm in the Six Realms, had gone to ask this person about some things, and although this person had never been able to help them in practical actions, he had at least given them some useful information.

And, more crucially, this man's position is not affected by the underworld and the heavenly court, this man is also a great emperor - and he was once an enforcer, even if he later betrayed the enforcer.

And the more critical point is that this person has a great relationship with the blood pool, and this person is Yang Wenqin.

Yang Wenqin?

Chu Feng was stunned, looked at the Nine-Tailed Lotus Flower, and remembered the fanaticism for revenge that Yang Wenqin showed on the night of Luofeng Mountain.

Nangong Yun didn't know these things, and he didn't want to say it, after all, although he and Yang Wenqin were not friends at that time, they would not become enemies.

"Is he that easy to find?" Chu Feng asked in surprise.

"He told Little Swallow many years ago that he had been in the northwest of the wasteland, on a barren hill with petrified dead trees, and Little Swallow had found him there—so if nothing else, he would still be there. ”

"What if something happens?" Chu Feng asked.

"What can be any surprises?" Nangong Yun asked rhetorically.

Chu Feng hesitated for a moment before he said, "For example, he has a person who wants to kill very much." ”

Nangong Yun was also silent, and then said, "But do you have any other good methods?"

Chu Feng thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Then try your luck, you don't need to do anything to try your luck. Nangong Yun said angrily.

Chu Feng nodded, and then said, "Let's go now?"

"Then you still want to say goodbye to those little ladies of yours?" Nangong Yun said with a playful smile.

Chu Feng was stunned, and said with some annoyance: "Don't say that." ”

"Of course, that little girl doesn't mean anything to you, but she trusts you extremely much. But don't you understand the thoughts of the two girls, Lijuan and Chu Zi'er?" Nangong Yun's words were also faintly dissatisfied, probably in her eyes, Chu Feng was also a scumbag man.

Chu Feng didn't answer, Nangong Yun was already angry: "I heard that you are still hooking up with Xiaoyue in Huaishan in the Demon Realm, and even risking your life to rob your relatives, what do you mean?"

Chu Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Let's not talk about this, okay?"

Nangong Yun snorted coldly, although he knew that he was a little off-topic, but how could he say that he was wrong, smacked his lips, and said earnestly: "It's not good for anyone for you to drag it like this." You feel indebted to them in your heart, so the more you treat them, the more you treat them, only to make them misunderstand and fall deeper and deeper. Wanwan has never told you, that doesn't mean that she doesn't feel uncomfortable, it's just that she respects you, she believes in you, but are you worthy of this respect and trust? Little madman, I know you're soft-hearted, just for the good of those girls, you also have to make a simple decision as soon as possible. ”

Chu Feng didn't answer, but just wrote a note to Lijuan and Chu Zi'er, telling them that he would leave for a while, there was no danger, there was no worry, and told them to take care of themselves.

Nangong Yun saw that Chu Feng didn't answer, and he didn't bother to deal with Chu Feng, and waited for Chu Feng to finish writing the note before he said, "Let's go, little madman, without further ado." ”

Chu Feng nodded, and without any drag, he quickly rushed towards the direction of Yin Mountain.

When Chu Feng passed through Yin Mountain on the way, he also sighed with emotion, and his fate had undergone a major change here.

The traces of those battles have completely faded at this moment, and what remains is a verdant and verdant land, whether it is the earth where the sword intent is severed, or the mountain peaks that are broken by the palm, they have all rediscovered their posture with the passage of time, presenting another kind of beauty in front of everyone's eyes.

Chu Feng didn't stay in Yinshan for long, and crossed the Yinshan Mountain Range, which stretched for thousands of miles like a barrier, and entered the wasteland north of Yinshan.

Although the wasteland north of Yinshan Mountain and the land south of Yinshan are only separated by a mountain range, they seem to be two completely different worlds.

From the moment it crosses the top of the mountain, the northern foot of the Yinshan Mountain Range becomes a barren land, and along the course of the ridge, a black earth without any vegetation grows from the top of the mountain to the northern horizon.

And the clouds floating in the sky, also after the Yin Mountain, changed from a faint white to an extremely thick black in an instant, gloomy to the extreme, and even more extended, continuously extending from the top of the head to the end of the field of vision. Because the clouds are extremely dark, extremely heavy, and extremely thick, it gives people the illusion that the whole sky is pressed down and is about to collapse on top of people's heads, which makes it a little difficult to breathe.

The moment Chu Feng crossed Yin Mountain, Chu Feng was also so shocked that he couldn't breathe.

He'd never been here, and all he knew about it was the wasteland described in the book.

No one knows where the wasteland came from, but it's still embarrassing to say that it has a variety of relationships with the dispute between the emperors.

It is a consensus that the human realm is the smallest of the six realms, and it is only a little larger than the land of one state in the other realms.

But this area refers to the area on which living beings can live.

If you count the wasteland, the size of the human world is not much different from the size of the other five realms.

The wasteland of the human realm occupies a little more than three-quarters of the total area of the human realm, and even reaches more than eighty percent.

Strictly speaking, the human realm that is often mentioned today is only the southeastern corner of the human realm in the true sense of the word.

Chu Feng also tried to find a record of the origin of the wasteland, but he didn't get a word of news, he was afraid that history had already been completely buried with time, and no one could know it anymore.

Although it was impossible to know what had happened to cause a large area of land that was supposed to be as full of life as the south of Yinshan Mountain to become so devastation, it was presumably not a pleasant thing.

The aura flowing above the wasteland was extremely thin, and its amount was no more than one hundredth of the aura south of Yin Mountain.

And the human world south of Yin Mountain is already the most barren place of spiritual energy in the Six Realms, and the wasteland is even more barren than this, no wonder there is no grass growing at all, and no wonder there are no living beings living here.

The only ones who can survive here are the monks - even the monks will have to leave the land before their true qi is exhausted, or death will await them as well.

In fact, the Wasteland was far more attractive to the rest of the Five Realms Cultivators than the human world, as many asserted that it had once been an ancient battlefield.

Adventurous people and those who believe in their luck come to the wasteland from time to time, hoping to find ancient relics in the wasteland, which is why there are not many monks of other races walking in the world.

In fact, it is true that many people have found ancient relics, but there are very few people who can become famous with these relics that have been sealed for countless years.

Chu Feng stood on the thick earth of the wasteland without saying a word, his expression a little solemn.

"Let me think about where Little Swallow found him. Nangong Yun wasn't too shocked by the scene in front of her, she had been here, in fact, every enforcer in the human world had been to the wasteland, this was where they were infused with their martial arts and forcibly promoted their cultivation to the peak of the ninth order, they would never forget this place.

"Keep going northwest. Nangong Yun said, "Yang Wenqin is on that mountain. ”

Maybe Yang Wenqin is still there, maybe Yang Wenqin has left, and Nangong Yun and Chu Feng can only try their luck at this time.

Maybe if you're lucky, you'll see Yang Wenqin again. If you're unlucky, then naturally everything is out of the question.

Chu Feng began to advance towards the northwest wind.

The wasteland is so vast that you can walk out thousands of miles in one go, and you can't see any people at all.

Chu Feng walked for a whole day, walked more than 100,000 miles, and what fell into his eyes were only five or six sparse figures, and they were also people like him, gambling on luck in this wasteland.

Chu Feng had been alone in the wasteland for seven days, and this seven days was still the time that Chu Feng had estimated by virtue of his feelings.

The hues of the wasteland do not shift with the passage of time, and are always a suffocating and desperate heavy gray that makes it difficult to breathe.

At the end of the seventh day, Chu Feng finally saw a mountain at the end of the distance.

On top of the vast and flat wasteland, an extremely lonely mountain has emerged.

This mountain peak is not very high, and the height is not even two or three hundred zhang.

The mountain is also a general dead gray, like a terminally ill patient, unable to even groan, but only using its own color to show that it is approaching death.

At the top of the lonely peak, there is a tree that has been petrified for an unknown number of years, standing silently, overlooking the land.

"The Lonely Mountain has arrived. Nangong muttered to himself, "This is it." ”

Chu Feng raised his head and looked at the top of the Lonely Mountain.

The top of the lonely mountain is a little red, which is very different.

When that touch of red came into Chu Feng's eyes, Chu Feng's heart tightened in an instant.

The red color was unfamiliar, but the smell was familiar.

That aura carried an extremely strong bloody aura, even if it was already suppressed with all his might, Chu Feng was still keenly aware of that bloody aura. Judging from the distance and intensity, Chu Feng could assert that once that bloody qi broke out, within a radius of dozens of miles, it would become a purgatory.

The red color seemed to sense Chu Feng's existence, and a divine thought quickly fell on Chu Feng's body, although it was only a short moment, but at that moment, Chu Feng only felt as if his whole person was pressed into a viscous sea of blood by a huge force, and endless blood continued to pour into his lungs from his seven orifices, causing his world to lose all color, leaving only a piece of blood red.

In Chu Feng's eyes, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, death, and despair.

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