As soon as Wen Yiming's spiritual mind focused on that point of light, two cursor-like rays of light suddenly appeared at the edge of the concentration aura, faintly appearing at the most boundary of the aura, like arrows guiding the direction.

One of the cursors, almost indiscernible blue-green, was directed towards eleven o'clock, while the other, slightly more intense, blood-colored cursor was at two o'clock.

At the same time as these two cursors of different colors appeared, a lot of information came to his mind, and he instantly understood the function of the last pattern of the oracle where his mind was concentrated.

Strangely tracked!

Distracted and calculating the time, Wen Yiming was anxious, it was already four seconds, Situ Qiandao was approaching, and the Demon Devouring Knife had been gathering momentum.

He forcibly calmed down, gritted his teeth and reluctantly glanced at the direction of eleven o'clock, and in the simultaneous transmission of the sound to the three of them, he turned around and rushed to the direction of two o'clock.

His choice was somewhat contrary to Tong Qiang's sensing direction, but it was analyzed according to the guidance of Qidi Tracking.

The so-called strange land is a variety of extraordinary strange and secret places, and the scope of tracking is within 10,000 miles.

To be honest, Wen Yiming was disappointed that the oracle's eventual tracking was not very helpful, at least for now.

The blood color in the strange land tracking represents the dangerous land, the turquoise color represents the blessed land, and the oracle's judgment of the strange land is also these two categories, Wen Yiming does not know what reason the oracle is based on to judge, let alone what kind of elements it is based on, and which places are strange places.

Dangerous land is naturally a place full of dangers, and blessed land, needless to say, is also a blessed land full of opportunities.

Wen Yiming sensed in the halo pattern that he was tracking strangely, the color of the blue-green cursor represented how much distance he was away from this, and he estimated that the distance between him and the Dragon Soul teammates sensed by Tong Qiang was not much different, according to their speed in the sea of clouds at the moment, at least six thousand miles.

If this distance were placed in the outside world, it would not take them long to walk even on foot, but here, they could not reach it in half a day.

Wen Yiming had a hunch that there was an eighty percent chance that the nine Amon people were in the blessed land he was tracking, and the distance between direction and time was not far behind.

Perhaps, the Amon Nine were enjoying a supreme opportunity in that so-called blessed land, and he did not want to break it, and of course, the most important thing was that he simply did not have time to make peace with them.

And the blood-colored cursor in the direction of two o'clock, representing the guidance of the dangerous land, was only less than fifty miles away from them, and he held on for a second at most, and a straight line could be clear.

The dangerous place, what kind of danger it is, he doesn't know, but in the sea of clouds that is unchanged everywhere, he must break through, even if it is the Longtan Tiger's Den.

He believed that the last trace of the oracle, even if the chicken ribs and cabbage, would not be far worse in the judgment of blessed land and dangerous land.

The reason why Wen Yiming was disappointed with this strange tracking was that after each tracking, the time limit was half a year.

Even with the special effect attribute of the speed of life and death, the time limit is still three months, which is simply a pit.

However, it also means that the tracking of odd land is not as unbearable as it seems.

The skill with a time limit of half a year, anyone understands that even if it is a support skill, I am afraid that there are surprises in it that make the blood boil of beasts, but he has not discovered it yet.

Thinking about it, five seconds is approaching.

He sensed the guidance of the blood-colored cursor in the aura approaching the destination quickly, and a straight line probe was released impatiently.

Just when he had just perceived a different scene from before, the blood-colored cursor disappeared violently, but the blood color turned into countless small dots, falling into various places of the aura, faintly emitting a halo, as if marking something.

The next moment, the strange tracking of the gold coin in the corner of the halo stopped, fixed on the blood-colored side, on which a detailed map was clearly presented, reflecting into his mind almost at the same time, the sudden sense of déjà vu made Wen Yiming feel familiar with the previous visit.

This familiar feeling came from the fact that the map was imprinted directly into his memory, not just his mind and perception.

"Awesome!"

Wen Yiming was pleasantly surprised, he couldn't find a more perfect word of praise to express his inner ecstasy and amazement.

Ever since he detected the situation in front of him in a straight line and tracked the scene of this scene, Wen Yiming sensed that four blood-colored characters appeared in the front of the aura.

鸑鷟 [yuè zhuó] abyss!

The color of the four blood-colored characters became more and more intense as they approached at great speed, and the precise distance in Wen Yiming's mind also appeared, constantly shrinking.

The reason why he was so amazed was not only because this strange tracking could instantly make an unknown geography as familiar as if he had been there, but also because it could give him precise guidance like navigation, but as for the other effects that had emerged, he didn't have time to feel it at the moment.

But one thing he understands is that tracking is the strongest skill in the oracle, but it's a pity that it came too late, if he appeared in the samurai period, exploring many secret realms, ruins, caves, and the secret treasures of the six gods, it is like a fish in water, familiar with the road, and walking in his own home.

I have to say that this is the magical skill brought by the divine beast Bai Ze, which can be called 'foreseeable'!

At this time, he didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't even have time to fully feel the information that had been strangely traced to his mind, so he took out the dragon spear with his hand, and at the same time shook the three of Saiyaren forward with three palms in a row.

"Go fast and get ready to fight!"

Wen Yiming quickly transmitted the sound, and when he turned around suddenly, five seconds had arrived, and Situ Qian's fierce sword wind was stimulated by the extremely powerful True Yuan.

The dragon spear shook his hand and came out, and there was no other way but to regret it.

In the violent sonorous roar, Wen Yiming didn't even have time to retract the dragon spear, and flew out upside down, and the speed of the shock instantly surpassed the three Saiyaren who were running wildly, and a trace of blood sprinkled all over the three of them in the strong wind.

The fifth knife made Wen Yiming's true yuan not a single bit, causing the concentration aura to close instantly, but fortunately, when he was detecting in a straight line before, he transmitted the sound to let the three of them remember the route.

His true yuan at the moment can be described as completely dry, even if he meditates and cultivates with the recovery of the elixir, he will not be able to recover for a moment.

Although the true yuan is empty, but the increase in battle howls, dragon and tiger forbidden anger, sacrifice and so on is still there, Wen Yiming endured the chaos in his heart, recalled the dragon spear with a thought, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Tianxiao, teleportation." ”

Hao Tianxiao had already waved his hand to roll up the three of them and teleported out when he spoke.

Before he landed, Saiyaren followed up, and another teleportation flashed out.

In the sea of clouds, even Wen Yiming's extreme teleportation could only flash out less than four thousand meters, and they were only two thousand meters under its amplification, and the teleportation of the two relays narrowly exceeded Situ Qiandao's pursuit.

Situ Qiandao's teleportation time limit had not yet arrived, but the True Yuan used to devour had already allowed him to reach the limit of his peak, and he caught up in three seconds just by running wildly on foot, and he sneered in the face of Tong Qiang's teleportation immediately behind.

Without Wen Yiming's high-frequency teleportation and finger wind interruptions, his speed far exceeded that of the three of them.

Next, Sai Yaren did not teleport the three times, and before Situ Qianjian approached, a sword slashed through the air.

(End of chapter)