At this time, the first batch of trialists who could enter the Misty Wasteland first had already gathered, and Zhao Haohong found Yang Feng's figure in the crowd, and his body was full of murderous intent. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info he didn't beat the opponent's projection on the stage before, and he was really unwilling. Because of his reliance on the Golden Gong magic weapon, he was even ridiculed by some demon cultivators, who regarded these as the shame that Yang Feng brought to him, and this had to be repaid with the other party's life.

Zhao Haohong didn't feel that he couldn't fight the other party when he was competing with Yang Feng, you must know that his golden gong magic weapon had lost ninety percent of his power and almost killed his opponent many times, if he really fought, ten percent of the power of the golden gong could kill this demon cultivator who had disgraced him in an instant.

When Cen Shan transmitted the voice to Zhao Haohong and handed him the space ring, Zhao Haohong almost couldn't believe that there was such a good thing. Originally, he was about to kill this Mu Taiming, but he didn't expect that the Guangmiao Immortal King actually sent a large number of high-level talismans and promised him various benefits after killing the other party, and the huge sense of happiness almost stunned Zhao Haohong. With his cultivation, these high-level immortal talismans usually didn't dare to expect even one, but now he actually had twenty at once, and he was allowed to use them openly. This doesn't mean that he, Zhao Haohong, can completely walk sideways in this exploration of the Misty Wasteland? He seems to have seen the wonderful scene of many treasures in the Misty Wasteland being snatched by him one by one, and he will be the biggest winner of the opening of the Misty Wasteland without any suspense.

At this time, Luo Chen also let go, and also found Yang Feng to temporarily lend him his most proud magic weapon "Qiankun Dart". Once this "Qiankun Dart" is sacrificed to lock on to the target, it no longer needs to be controlled by the divine sense, and can directly and automatically pursue until it hits the enemy. There is a poison on the dart, which can be said to be a blood seal in the throat, whether it is an immortal cultivation or a demon cultivation, there is no doubt that the immortal king will die below the realm.

Yang Feng didn't expect that there would be such a benefit, so he was naturally disrespectful. As for the fact that he had to return the "Qiankun Dart" when he came out of the secret realm, Luo Chen thought too much, and Yang Feng was not ready to come out as Mu Taiming at all.

Soon, the first batch of 128 trialists arrived at the entrance of the Misty Wasteland under the leadership of the four Immortal Kings and Demon Venerables. It wasn't so much an entrance as a huge crack in the interface that they were going to enter the Misty Wasteland.

The opening of the crack at the entrance of the Misty Wasteland could not be torn open by human force, even those Immortal Emperors and Demon Emperors could not do it. They can tear open the interface void here, but they are not entering the Misty Wasteland but other places, and only the entrance opened by the Misty Wasteland itself can teleport into it.

The top four trialists of the Dao Conference flew into the rift first, followed by five to sixteen, although they were all the first to enter the Misty Wasteland, but the better Dabi's ranking, the earlier he entered. Even if the interval between them is not long, it is obvious that the chances of being able to go in first will be greater, which is why the others are still fighting so the ring after being promoted to the 128th place.

Because Yang Feng was ranked 65-128, he was the last wave of this group to enter the Misty Wasteland, and there was a gap of about a cup of tea between the first four people.

Yang Feng knew from Mu Taiming's memory that the Misty Wasteland was vast, and he could only say that he would take more good things on the periphery at this time, but the treasures in the inner layer would not have much impact, and it was completely a matter of chance, so he was not as impatient as the other trialists around him who entered the Misty Wasteland in the last wave.

It will be the turn of the second group of people after the first batch of 128 people enter the Misty Wasteland for an hour, and the impact will be relatively large. Su Qizhou, who had been eliminated by Yang Feng in the first round before, stared coldly at the entrance of the Misty Wasteland, and his fists clenched. He was the strongest of the three trialists of Tianhua Sect who entered the Misty Wasteland to explore the secret this time, even in the Immortal Domain, he was also one of the famous Ten Xuan Immortal Tianjiao, and Bai Yuqing's combat power who entered the top 64 was not as good as him. However, because of his encounter with Yang Feng in the first round, he could only wait for a few hours before he could follow the last group of people into the Misty Wasteland, so it is conceivable how many opportunities he would miss. He won't forget who gave all this when he dies, and after entering the secret realm, he must try to find that damn demon cultivator, if he doesn't drain his soul and refine his soul, it will really be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

The reason why he had the confidence to defeat Yang Feng was because Li Mingwei, the immortal king of Mingdan, gave him three third-level immortal talismans, which could threaten the treasure of the immortal powerhouse of Da Luo, and he could easily take Mu Taiming's life with one in his hand, let alone three.

The biggest feature of the Misty Wasteland is that it is surrounded by fog, and the visibility is extremely low, and even the divine consciousness has been greatly suppressed. In such an environment, it is really a matter of chance to find something good.

Yang Feng's divine consciousness was also greatly suppressed, but he was barely able to reach out more than ten miles, he didn't know how much other people's divine consciousness was affected, but he thought that most of them were not one in ten.

At this point, Yang Feng no longer had any scruples. He immediately erased the divine sense mark that Guangmiao Immortal King had blessed on his body, and at the same time removed the afterglow left by the cross-border teleportation immortal talisman on his body.

After being stopped and questioned by the Guangmiao Immortal King that time, Yang Feng realized that there must be some aura on his body that was familiar to the other party, and after he checked it repeatedly, he finally found a wisp of secret aura attached to his body. At the beginning, when he used the cross-border teleportation immortal talisman, this kind of aura appeared, and it seemed that it was this thing that made the Guangmiao Immortal King recognize his identity, and soon this wisp of aura was directly eliminated by Yang Feng.

He still has the divine sense mark under Luo Chen's body, this old devil's wishful thinking is clanging, and he still wants to understand his every move in the Misty Wasteland, which is really too much.

After solving these boring things that monitored him, Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and it felt really good that he wasn't being spied on.

It was only then that he began to explore the Mist Wasteland at a rapid pace.

It has not been opened for seven thousand five hundred years, which makes the fairy spirit grass in the misty wasteland grow very well, Yang Feng has an all-encompassing blue spirit world anyway, and the fairy spirit grass is definitely more and more for him. Soon he entered the "digging three feet into the ground" scraping mode, and the place he passed was like a locust crossing the border, and the surrounding fairy spirit grass was swept into the Biling world in large numbers under the power of his realm.

Yang Feng was very satisfied with his gain, and when he was comfortably sweeping the Quartet, a blood-soaked demon cultivator suddenly appeared in the mist, his body was so seriously corroded that almost only bones remained, and there was a "click" sound in his throat, and when his divine sense swept to Yang Feng, he just said in horror, "The fog beast is coming", and the whole person could no longer support it, and fell to the ground with a bang.

In the mist in the distance, the sound of "squirming" was loud, and in the surging wind, it seemed that some terrifying existence was rapidly approaching in the direction of Yang Feng.