Wen Yiming looked at the stony ground covered with knife marks, and his line of sight extended, and the entire place was covered by a straight line of six thousand meters, and it was all hard stone.

The skyscraper stone pillars are like slashing and axe splitting, and they are full of cracks and traces like hammers and chisels, and some skyscraper stone pillars can occasionally find precious spiritual grass in the depths of the cracks.

In perception, the fierce beasts were extremely rare, all of them were black-winged lynxes in the early and middle stages of the seventh order, which made Wen Yiming a little doubtful that those beasts in the Extreme Dao Ridge had sneaked out of this place.

The Black-Winged Lynx in the early and middle stages of the seventh order was closer to the Tiger form, Wen Yiming was not afraid, this level was lowered by two stages, and he could kill it without the Dragon Tiger forbidding anger.

The concentration aura was turned on, Wen Yiming urged the wind to move forward at high speed, trying to avoid the fierce beasts, he didn't have time to devote his energy to the consumption of fearlessness, unless there was an extremely rare spirit grass, he could stop.

The highest skyscraper stone pillar is hundreds of zhang high, the number is scarce, the lowest is only a few dozen zhang high, in this land where the killing intent is getting stronger and stronger, it is difficult to fly in the air to rise 100 meters, and the speed is no different from walking in the rain.

As long as it is not fifty meters away from the ground, under the condition of being able to resist the killing intent, the speed of the wind step can basically exert eighty percent.

In the past two days, he found two martial cultivators in his perception, holding blades and walking slowly in the stone forest unconsciously, sometimes with surprise on their faces, running wildly, and then hitting their heads on the skyscraper stone pillar and fainting.

Wen Yiming knew that this was the lost martial cultivation that Shuling said, looking at his cultivation in the middle and late stages of the martial saint, the strength of his forging body was comparable to that of the god of war, and his bone age was already hundreds of years old.

The Far West is an ancient battlefield, and it is said that a mirage can appear at any time, and people can lose themselves.

There was nothing unusual about him having a soul stealing scroll, and the occasional shock mixed with heavy blows in the sword wind was also offset by the anti-stun of the Suzaku cloak.

With the deepening, the skyscraper stone building is becoming more and more majestic, the mountain is almost like a thousand feet of cliff and stone wall, quite a lot of spiritual grass he can only give up, although he can climb up quickly, but it is too time-consuming.

There are also more and more Lost Martial Cultivators, and it is difficult to completely avoid them in the aura of concentration, and the God of War has also appeared among them, and he can only choose to kill the Lost Martial Saint and avoid the God of War.

The lifespan of the God of War is more than two thousand years old, if he does not come out of hiding, it is very likely to live to three thousand years old, Wen Yiming saw that the two God of War were just the cultivation of the God of War at the first level, and their bone age was close to two thousand years old, you can imagine how many years these people have lost in it

He found that most of the rings of the Lost Martial Cultivator he killed were empty, and some of the rings contained the spirit grass collected in the stone forest.

A few days later, the stone forest in front of it parted into a hundred-zhang wide clearing and stretched forward.

And he was directly shocked by the scene in front of him.

Stretching for a kilometer, all of them were lost martial cultivators, holding their blades and shaking their probes into the distance, slowly moving forward, as if something was attracting them.

"This, do you want to kill the past!"

Wen Yiming couldn't help but sacrifice the dragon spear, the lost martial cultivator in front of him couldn't see his head in the stone forest sandwich road, in his six-thousand-meter exploration, the scene was exactly the same, all the martial cultivators were like zombies and zombies, crowded forward, and there was also a god of war among them.

"That's not tens of thousands, huh?"

Wen Yiming's scalp was numb, and he looked up at the stone forests on both sides, preparing to climb to the highest place and escape from the high with the help of the dense stone forest.

However, it was only ten meters high that he could no longer climb, and the murderous intent on it was violent, and the pressure was heavy, and it was not humanly capable of climbing at all.

And at a height of ten meters, it is impossible to escape the sight of those lost martial cultivators, and a few True Yuan big hands can handle it.

He changed his route a few times, and the stone forest always became denser and denser, until finally it was almost sealed like a barrier, and he had to return to the stone forest again.

"The only way!"

Wen Yiming sighed, he knew that it was useless to wait, those lost martial cultivators seemed to be crowding and moving, but they were only standing still, and their progress was very limited.

In the process of returning to his heyday, the last row of martial cultivators estimated that they had advanced a few inches.

From other routes, there will occasionally be one or two passers-by-like lost martial arts cultivators, and when they see the crowded brigade in front of them, they are like zombies smelling blood, blending into the team and becoming a member of the crowded forward.

Wen Yiming tried the secret sound card, but it was invalid.

He wondered a few days ago, why these lost martial cultivators didn't attack each other, he had also tried, learning to look like the walking dead and trying to fool around, but he failed, and he found the difference at a glance, waving his blade as if he had changed into a person in an instant, and all kinds of martial arts broke out, and it was so fierce that it was a mess.

He found a phenomenon, these lost martial cultivators are really like zombies, if they are not completely cut off from life, even if they are cut off limbs, they still roar fearlessly, and the bloodthirsty battle intent in their eyes cannot find a trace of fear.

Wen Yiming thought for a long time, turned around and left the mezzanine, found a lost martial saint, nailed it to the stone wall with a shot, and focused on the body in an instant.

"Hiss——!"

He gasped and found that there was actually a brain nucleus in the skull of this Martial Saint, and his body was filled with endless killing intent, but it did not destroy its vitality and body.

"Could it be that he has been transformed by the killing intent in the Far West, like a fierce beast?" Wen Yiming muttered to himself.

He pinched his eyebrows and thought hard, then suddenly got up and summoned the wolf to the ground, hid five hundred meters away, and beckoned to withdraw the dragon spear.

In the howl of the wolf, the martial saint vomited blood again and again, raised his knife and glanced at the wolf, confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he actually put away his blade and sat under the stone wall to adjust his internal breath.

Wen Yiming was overjoyed, and he sent out another induction, allowing the probe wolf to walk around in front of the martial saint.

The Martial Saint seemed to be tired of getting up, and staggered in the other direction, completely ignoring the howl of the probing wolf.

"Wonderful!"

Wen Yiming took the probe wolf back to the stone forest mecca, placed an activated memory crystal in front of his neck, and then ordered it to keep moving forward and come back in half an hour.

The shared vision of the probe wolf was only five hundred meters, and he wanted to use the engram to see how far ahead he was, so that he could plan how to break through.

The probe wolf's small size can squeeze through the Lost Martial Cultivator, and its speed is fast enough, and in half an hour, it will definitely bring back valuable news back and forth.

Watching the little guy burrow into the lost group of martial cultivators, those martial cultivators were shocked by the killing intent, and when they found that it was a lifeless black dog, they put down their blades in an instant.

"This is luck!" Wen Yiming snickered, if he hadn't rushed to the level of the spirit control technique before, he wouldn't have thought of this trick in this kind of place.

Wen Yiming thought hard about the best strategy, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the probe wolf came back in a hurry.

"So fast!"

Wen Yiming took off the memory crystal and sensed it slightly, and stood up suddenly, surprised and delighted.

Looking ahead, I couldn't help but feel a sense of solemnity, with a faint hope and contention between my eyebrows.

(End of chapter)