Leaving the Liangu Mountain Range, Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu sat on Panpan, all the way to the east, and after a long journey, they came to the area of the Wild Sea. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In front of you is the vast sea, the color of the water is unusual, like an undulating white snowfield.

Seeing the snow-white water, Yan Zhaoge knew that he had officially set foot in the barren sea.

The situation here is similar to the Wind Domain, the Western Desert, the Endless Ocean, and the Illusory Sea of the Eight Great Worlds.

Because of the special geographical environment, even powerful warriors are difficult to gain a foothold, and the environment is extremely harsh.

So there were some outlaws, unable to gain a foothold elsewhere, so they hid here.

Those are people who are drunk today and drunk today, and are happy day by day.

For the disciples of famous families, in the face of these ruthless people, the background of the backer is of little use, and they can only rely on their own art industry.

offended those outlaws, most of the other party would not care about the background, and would kill them first.

provoked a large faction of strong men to chase and kill, and they hid in the barren sea.

If you can dodge, you can dodge, but if you can't, then life and death will depend on the sky.

In the Southeast Yang Heaven Realm, except for the disciples of Jin Ting Mountain, who could make these murderers have some scruples, everyone else had to be careful.

Yan Zhaoge didn't think it was too dangerous, but there was a lot of fish and dragons here, and if the news of the predecessor's mansion leaked, it might make the situation even more complicated.

"Dust. Singer Yan Zhao built a pergola and looked out at the vast white ocean in the distance.

Ah Hu handed over the half of the dust, Yan Zhaoge took it, and a white line suddenly appeared in front of him, extending from the dust to the distance, straight into the depths of the barren sea.

Yan Zhao's singer finger slid lightly over the dust, and his own true yuan was injected into it.

The dust "buzzed" and trembled, and then the color of the white line gradually began to change.

It turns from white to blue, then to pale gold.

Yan Zhao Singer finger drew a few strokes in mid-air, outlining a simple and simple rune.

Pan Pan's body under him shrank, and then he was picked up by Ah Hu.

The runes that stood in mid-air grew larger and turned into a ball of light, enveloping Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu.

Then the light was drawn by the thin golden thread, and flew swiftly into the depths of the barren sea, like a fishing line, and after biting the hook, the fisherman retracted the rod.

The light cluster that enveloped Yan Zhaoge and the others turned into a point of light, flying in the barren sea, fleeting.

But there were still people in the barren sea who noticed the point of light.

The people who are active here, even if they are not outlaws, but the children of the big factions who have come to train, are all bold people.

Seeing this, they were all moved and tried to keep up.

However, Yan Zhaoge and the others were very fast, and most of the people who tried to track them did not last long, and most of them fell behind.

There are a few people who can keep up, seeing that the light point is getting deeper and deeper, and they can't help but gradually slow down their pace and hesitate in their hearts.

The deeper you go into the barren sea, the greater the danger.

Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu were in that light group, and they could also feel that the pressure was getting bigger and bigger.

In the vast white sea, is there a sudden turquoise pillar of fire rising into the sky?

Yan Zhao Ge reversed the Qiankun axe in his hand, slashed horizontally and vertically, cut off the vicious green pillar of fire, and kept opening the way.

He recognized that this was a desolate fire, an extremely superior yin fire, not hot, but extremely cold, better than ten thousand years of ice.

Once you are touched by this fire, not only will your body be damaged, but even your soul will be burned for it, and it will be like a maggot on your tarsal bones, which is difficult to pull out.

If you touch a little bit, you will die until you die.

Only those who have ascended to the immortal realm can completely ignore its threat, and when the Supreme Martial Saint encounters it, he must also use his skills to resist and clear the way.

For martial artists below the immortal bridge, even if they have a top-grade holy soldier with them, they may not be able to protect everything.

Although Yan Zhaoge was not afraid, the Heavenly Desolate Fire was just one of the many threats in the Barren Sea.

In addition to the desolate fire, there are many other evil calamities that are not inferior in the slightest.

Yan Zhao Ge felt that he was walking through it, as if he was facing the siege of more than one Immortal Bridge Realm Martial Saint at any time.

The Wild Sea has a vast area, occupying almost one-third of the entire Southeast Yang Heaven Realm.

In the case of many calamities blocking the road, Yan Zhaoge will walk very slowly in it.

Fortunately, there is a magic ritual to lead, which can keep Yan Zhaoge moving forward at a high speed, but in this way, walking in a straight line on the road, and facing the oncoming catastrophe and danger, Yan Zhaoge can only resist, but cannot dodge.

For the sake of speed and efficiency in the early stage, this is fine.

Anyway, there are many peerless foundations such as Wuji Heavenly Book, Fantian Book, Yin Yang Heavenly Book, Tai Chi Yin Yang Palm, etc., Yan Zhaoge's true yuan accumulation is very thick and has strong resilience.

However, the deeper you go into the interior of the barren sea, the more intense these dangers become.

In the back, the Heavenly Desolate and Dark Fire is rare, but there is more of another calamity called the Black Devil.

Instead of gushing out of the white sea, there were strands of black mist that swirled over the sea.

The ink-like black fog was even more terrifying than the desolate fire.

The destructive power that can be formed is almost comparable to that of the Martial Saint Nine Folds, the powerhouse of the late stage realm of Xianqiao.

The black mist is like sticky ink, which is difficult to dispel, and even if it is temporarily broken, it will definitely reunite soon, and continue to attack unrelentingly.

Everywhere, everywhere.

In this way, it was as if many powerhouses of the Martial Saint Ninefold Realm launched a siege together.

Under such an offensive, Yan Zhaoge would not be stupid enough to continue to fight hard.

He aborted his previous ritual and controlled his speed and direction instead, moving forward between the silky black mist.

"No wonder people often say that the martial artists on the ground of the Southeast Yang Heaven Realm, only the Southeast Supreme can enter and exit freely here. Ah Hu looked at those black demons seriously: "This place is much more terrifying than the Black Nightmare Storm in the Western Desert of the Eight Extreme Worlds. ”

Yan Zhao Ge said: "That's nature, if a black demon descends on the Eight Great Worlds, I'm afraid that the entire Eight Great Worlds will be destroyed." ”

"Childe ......" Ah Hu suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Zhaoge: "You say, is it possible for a martial artist to refine this black demon into his own power?"

At this moment, Ah Hu's face was not as smooth and lazy as before, but extremely solemn.

"Why not?" Yan Zhao Ge smiled: "Before the Great Destruction, there was a peerless school, and its name was the Wind Demon Quick Knife, which was to refine all kinds of sinister and evil winds and turn them into their own sword qi, and the Black Demon Demon Demon was also one of the options to choose from, and it was one of the most difficult and powerful options." ”

"However, if you want to refine the Black Demon Demon, you must at least set foot in the Immortal Bridge Realm Martial Saint to try. ”

When Ah Hu heard this, he didn't continue to ask, but looking at his expression, Yan Zhaoge knew that this big man had it in mind.

No matter how unrighteous he was in front of Yan Zhaoge, Ah Hu had always been very attentive to martial arts cultivation.

The two chatted as they continued deep into the barren sea.

I don't know how long I walked, Yan Zhaoge suddenly saw a faint ray of sunlight in the black fog in front of him, like floating clouds covering the sun.

In the sunlight, the figure of a giant bird loomed.

Black feathers, three-legged.