After leaving the strange mountain forest, Yin Feng identified a direction and continued to go deeper, he was ready to explore a further distance, and if he found nothing, he would change the path.

As he moved forward, Yin Feng was constantly attacked by fierce beasts, but he was lucky, the level of fierce beasts he encountered was not high, they were all brute beast level, and they were basically brute beasts of the third or fourth order.

Since the brute beasts are equivalent to the foundation building realm among human monks, and they are also divided into the first to ninth orders, in order to facilitate elaboration, many sects have described the several levels of brute beasts corresponding to the foundation building realm, including the scroll of ten thousand beasts on Yin Feng's body.

Although the body of the brute beast is powerful, but humans also have martial arts, once they meet, it is still unknown who will kill the deer. However, in most cases, it is the human monks who suffer and become the blood of the beast's mouth, after all, the physique of the brute beast is too terrifying, and the ability to carry damage is far from being comparable to that of humans.

Along the way, Yin Feng was fighting with the brute beasts, the cyan robe was bloodstained, and the fierce aura was permeated, Yin Feng was very violent, fearless, directly confronted with his body, and never used swordsmanship, this most primitive death fight made him very excited, arousing the wildness in his heart.

Yin Feng has been living a very depressed life for a long time, and the desire for revenge has made him tense his heartstrings all the time, but now this kind of fight makes him very happy, which greatly relieves the depression in his heart.

Tearing a sharp-horned eagle in half with both hands, Yin Feng stood in blood, like an orc, fierce and majestic, such a fierce scene made many of the brute beasts watching in the vicinity retreat, unwilling to provoke.

In fact, this sharp-horned eagle is terrifying, surprisingly fast, it belongs to the mutated eagle class, far superior to its kind, with a long black horn on the top of its head, flashing black light, very handsome, and almost stabbed Yin Feng's body into a hole several times.

If it weren't for Yin Feng's ability to make the first twenty-three of the twenty-eight dragon elephant styles supernatural, it would be difficult to fight with it, in fact, if Yin Feng directly used the Nineteen Deadly Swords, he would definitely end the battle in an instant, but Yin Feng didn't want to do this, he wanted to keep sharpening his body and improve his body's reflexes.

For this reason, Yin Feng is constantly squeezing the potential of the body, and in the process of moving forward, Yin Feng passes by a stone mountain, which is very majestic, which makes people unconsciously feel small after watching it.

In the end, unexpectedly, Yin Feng directly lifted a thousand catties of boulder and carried it on his back, and now he has an amazing physique and great strength, just like a King Kong storm ape.

However, after walking like this for a long time, Yin Feng frowned, because this method of sharpening his body had little effect, and after half a day, he didn't feel tired at all, so he decisively gave up stepping forward and changed to a half-squatting frog jump.

Deep in the mountains and forests, a teenager carries a thousand catties of boulders on his back, and the frog jumps forward, such a scene is very shocking.

In the process of moving forward, Yin Feng caused a lot of movement, every time his feet landed, the ground would tremble, each footprint was a finger deep, and the surrounding area was full of cracks, and many brute beasts nearby were frightened away.

At this moment, Yin Feng's clothes were ragged, as if he had become an ascetic cultivator specializing in body refining, and there were dried blood stains everywhere on his body, both brute beasts and his own.

Soon, Yin Feng's forehead was covered with sweat, and the placket on his chest was also wet, obviously, this way of sharpening was very effective, Yin Feng felt that his legs and feet were numb, his whole body was sore, and the pain was unbearable, he couldn't wait to throw away the boulder immediately, lie on the ground and fall asleep.

However, Yin Feng still gritted his teeth and insisted, this kind of weight-bearing frog walking is the most torturous, it will not make people tired immediately, but slowly aggravated, as if there is no limit, making people miserable. It's literally tearing people's nerves apart.

But this kind of extreme fatigue is what Yin Feng dreams of, because only in this way can he slowly force out the potential and limit of his body, and just fighting with fierce beasts will definitely not achieve this effect.

A few hours later, Yin Feng's eyes were bloodshot, his forehead was bruised, and he looked very terrible, and after struggling to use up the last trace of strength, with a bang, Yin Feng's whole person was instantly pressed to the ground by a thousand catties of boulders, and there was a huge tremor that shook a lot of dust.

Communicating with the power of the mind, Yin Feng's right palm glowed with red light, and the next moment Yin Feng's body disappeared abruptly, except for a thousand catties of boulder, it was empty.

Inside the Wasteland, Yin Feng stretched out his limbs, lying flat on his back, gasping for breath, it was precisely because of the existence of the Wasteland that Yin Feng dared to sharpen his body so exhausted, and only by staying in the Wasteland could Yin Feng sleep without scruples.

Inside the barren ding, it was very quiet, and the fluorescent dots flowed with a hazy brilliance, which was very peaceful, which made Yin Feng's mood inexplicably comfortable, as if no matter how restless his mood could be calmed down.

At this stage, Yin Feng can only use the Wild Ding as a retreat room, as for the other functions, Yin Feng still can't know, but he believes that with the improvement of his cultivation, many functions should be able to spontaneously comprehend, just like when he inexplicably knew that the Wild Ding can be used as a retreat room.

Since leaving the outer gate, as Yin Feng continued to kill brute beasts, he also discovered an interesting phenomenon, every time he killed a brute beast, a trace of blood would condense on the corpse of that brute beast, and finally it was ingested by the desolate ding in the palm of his right hand, which was indescribably weird.

This is that Yin Feng, as a party concerned, can detect it, others may not be able to find this phenomenon at all, at first Yin Feng thought it was an illusion, but after several arguments, Yin Feng found that this was not an illusion.

In fact, before this bottle of desolate tripod fell into Yin Feng's hands, it was called a demon path murder weapon by the powerhouses of various domains, and it was the self-defense magic weapon of the blood refining ancestor, because it had the function of refining blood, it had always been called the blood tripod, which was not tolerated by the righteous path.

At the beginning, Yin Feng was also worried that the blood qi ingested by the desolate ding would stain the medicine in the ding, but after some investigation, Yin Feng was relieved that those blood qi only condensed and hovered in the center of the space in the ding, and would not affect the bottom at all.

Looking at the red blood qi that was constantly condensing and circling above his head, Yin Feng habitually touched his chin, his eyebrows were deeply locked, he felt that there were amazing energy fluctuations in these red blood qi, if his guess was right, this was probably the blood essence of those brute beasts.

It was also these blood essences that made the body of the brute beast far stronger than that of humans, and now Yin Feng was a little skeptical that the absurd secret obtained from the Dingbi vision was the righteous path law or the demon path law decision.

If it is the righteous path dharma, why is its carrier so demonic, although it is not a demonic flood, it is indeed not like the righteous path magic weapon. If it was a demonic law, why didn't the Spirit Mirror react at all when he left the outer gate that day.

Strange to say, since Yin Feng got the absurdity, no matter how he observed the Dingbi relief, he could no longer draw out visions, as if this function had completely disappeared.

Yin Feng can't know the true origin of Wild Ding, he only knows that he has a deep connection with that 'Zhao Er', but no matter what, Wild Ding is definitely harmless to him, and that sense of intimacy, Yin Feng has a profound experience, like a brother who is like a brother, which makes him feel at ease and trust.

Since he can't figure it out, then he simply doesn't think about it, Yin Feng believes that with the improvement of his cultivation, his horizons will gradually widen, and many things that he can't figure out at this stage will come to light one day, in the final analysis, it is just one sentence: the time has not come.

After recovering a little strength, Yin Feng sat cross-legged, condensed his qi and closed his eyes, running the absurd technique, and suddenly his true qi traveled in the meridians of his whole body in a special path, and in an instant, his body trembled, and his qi and blood rolled, as if he wanted to turn into flames and burn away all his exhaustion.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Yin Feng secretly said that the method of this body cultivation is more clever than the method of absorbing qi and attracting spirits of law cultivation, not only the operation path of true qi is completely different, the efficiency is quite high, and even the effect of recovery is surprisingly strong.

After a long time, Yin Feng exhaled a breath of turbidity, his spirit became radiant again, and he clenched his fists, and his sense of strength was very full.

"Keep up the good work and continue to sharpen your body. ”