In a forest eight hundred miles away from Cold Ice City, Chen Qing sat cross-legged on the soft ground, continuously absorbing the sparse desolate qi in the air into his body, and then transforming it into his own strength through the one hundred and eight yin and yang evils.

The Nine Levels of Profound Desolation, the reserves of desolate qi in his body have increased by at least a hundredfold, and he can accommodate more and more yellow desolate qi, and the desolate qi absorbed is also increasing. Although this efficiency is low, it is a continuous success. You can feel your strength all the time, and you can grow every moment.

A ray of morning sun suddenly penetrated the dense woods and shone on Chen Qing's face. The sunlight shines on the various fat and wide leaves, reflecting a strange light of various colors, giving people infinite reverie.

Feel the warmth from your face. Chen Qing opened his eyes and slowly stood up, his gaze penetrating countless distances in front of him, staring closely at the pitch-black figure.

The figure was in a dense pine forest 300 meters away from him, surrounded by the carcasses of various beasts, and in front of him stood a pack of wild wolves. There were seventy or eighty of them, and they were running fast, surrounding the figure. It looks like I'm not going to give up if I don't catch it, I don't eat it.

And this figure surrounded by wild wolves, he was dressed in snow-white armor, with a long red cloak behind him, a silver helmet on his head, and a three-foot-long cold sword in his hand.

He was slender, but his face was expressionless.

He was handsome, but he was like a dead ash.

He faced dozens of wild wolves, but there was not the slightest fear in his heart.

The wild wolf had already surrounded this figure, three circles inside and three circles outside, and he couldn't run away from it.

"Whew..."

A silver figure in the pack that was different from the others suddenly roared.

His roar was like a charge on the battlefield, and when he heard this sound, dozens of wild wolves rushed towards the figure together, their eyes were red, and they had a very good expression.

In the face of the attack of the wolves, that figure was unusually calm, as if it was not in his eyes at all.

His sword was still held in his backhand, the tip of which was pointed diagonally at the ground.

When the fastest wolf was less than a meter away from him, he suddenly moved. The cold sword in his hand quickly slashed in the air, and a cold sword qi spread out from the blade, instantly crushing the wild wolf into pieces.

The wild wolves behind it did not retreat when they saw this scene, but became even more crazy.

It was as if he had turned on a killing machine, and he couldn't stop it. The long sword in his hand swung again and again, and one after another cold sword qi was also slashed out by him, killing one wild wolf after another.

In a short time, seventy or eighty wolves died, thirty or forty. Their blood stained the soft, black soil beneath their feet, and the blood nourished the soil, which was sure to grow more abundant vegetation the following year.

When those wild wolves saw their fallen companions who had fallen to the ground and had died, their hearts became even more angry, and their combat power suddenly increased by one or two times. They waved their claws, opened their bloody mouths, and one by one, fearlessly, rushed towards a figure.

And that figure, like the Grim Reaper in hell, harvests every fresh life without mercy.

His swordsmanship is mysterious and peculiar, as if he was simply practiced for the sake of killing. Every move and every style kills with one hit. As he killed, his whole body also exuded an even more gloomy smell of blood.

"Huh..."

With a flip of his body and a sword slashing off the head of the last wild wolf, the figure suddenly retreated more than ten steps, away from this bloody land, as if he instinctively hated it.

In the distance, Chen Qing looked at this figure carefully.

When he killed the wild wolf, Chen Qing's mind kept ringing with cold voices.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for killing a wild wolf in the real wilderness and gaining experience *1000."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for killing a Desolate Ninefold Wild Wolf and gaining experience *900."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for killing a wild qi triple wolf and gaining experience *300."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for killing a Desolate Fivefold Wolf and gaining experience *500."

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There are a total of 78 wild wolves, most of them are desolate qi one or two existences, and one or two of them are desolate qi nine and eight. The strongest wolf is the realm of true desolation.

Killed all the wild wolves, full of calculations, and once got 40,000 experience. It is one step closer to being promoted to the realm of desolation, and there is still 30,000 short.

The reason why it is said to be 30,000 is because before leaving, Chen Qing destroyed all the zombies in the Wasteland Forest, a total of more than 80 zombies, and 10,000 experience.

As soon as his mind moved, the figure in the distance swung his long sword, with a fierce momentum, his feet moved quickly, and he quickly came to Chen Qing's side. Then it turned into a silver-white light and rushed into Chen Qing's left wrist, and an extra black sword-shaped mark appeared on his wrist.

This is the sword squire.

A swordsman from the Proud Sword Gate.

His strength is completely synchronized with Chen Qing, and he has the power of the Nine Layers of the Mysterious Desolation. But this is not the point, the important thing is that after the sword servant kills the living beings, Chen Qing will also gain experience.

In this way, Chen Qing only needs to sit and wait, and then let the sword attendant keep killing, and he can quickly improve his strength.

For example, the 78 wild wolves just now, if there are two more waves, Chen Qing can directly break through to the desolate land.

It's just that there are too few wild beasts in this forest, and it took Chen Qing five days to search for such a group of wild wolves. And after this group of wild wolves, he estimated that there was nothing to allow him to upgrade his creatures.

Chen Qing didn't care much about this, and continued to start his advance, walking towards the north step by step.

Cold Ice City is located in the southernmost part of the Liyun Dynasty, and Liyun Prefecture is also in the most central and fertile place of the Liyun Dynasty.

From here to Liyun Prefecture, Chen Qing estimated the distance, about 150,000 li. You need to pass through more than a dozen provinces, hundreds of states, and thousands of cities. So Chen Qing: I think it's better not to waste time, if there is a monster, you will fight, and if you are not blamed, you will hurry.

He only has half a year, and the 150,000-mile road still has to be stepped up.

A trace of spatial power suddenly appeared in his body, and Chen Qiang grabbed a stone from his chest, slowly integrating this spatial power into the stone.

Then he threw the pebble violently, and the pebble fell 100 meters ahead of him with his movements. Once chasing that spatial power, the remaining spatial power in the body was stimulated again, but the whole person suddenly crossed a distance of 100 meters and came to the location where the stone fell.

Here is the usage of the power of space that Chen Qing has been pondering in the past few days. With his current level of desolate energy, he could only use this small trick within a radius of 100 meters, and through the movement of the stone and the use of the power of space in his body, he could teleportation in a small area.