In fact, from Shi Ling's mouth just now, Ling Yu had already heard the meaning of the thunder dragon letting him go. Maybe the road to the expedition behind is very dangerous, among the Thunder Dragon team, the worst team member also has the strength of Silver One Star, and he is afraid that he will only be held back here. This backpack, this tent, is undoubtedly something for yourself to escape.

Thinking of this, Ling Yu still didn't understand why the Thunder Dragon wanted to do this. But he didn't want to think about it, since he escaped from Wulin Bay, he has met a lot of good people and bad people, he has seen a lot of philistine faces, and he has also seen the elders who are as heroic as the old man of Tianhuo and Yu Xianglong, he has seen the insidious and cunning villain, and he has also seen kind-hearted peers, this may be the experience, right?

Different environments, which lead to different states of mind, or superiority, or inferiority, everything, in fact, nothing is meaningless, the road of the strong is still so difficult, and it has nothing to do with the good or bad state of mind.

Ling Yu thought about it, sighed, and shook his head again. He slowly stood up, lightly picked up his backpack in the dark, and walked out of the tent with a long knife. He glanced back at the silent tent and turned to walk south. He was going to Anping Town, the place mentioned by Zhu Yunchuan. He has nowhere to go now, he can only go there, stay away from the Moon Dragon Gang, and improve himself as soon as possible, maybe there will really be some opportunities there.

The alien beast was about to attack the two towns of Changtai and Anping in the empire, and Ling Yu didn't know this, he fled from Luohong Villa, just to go to Anping Town, it seems that Ling Yu's thrilling journey has just begun.

Not far after Ling Yu walked out, two people walked out from behind a tent, it was Thunder Dragon and Rochde.

Lei Long looked at Ling Yu's background and muttered, "No Bronze Five Star dares to enter the Great Wilderness of Hubei alone, boy, you can ask for more blessings." ”

Rochd nodded and sighed: "If he survives, it will definitely not be something in the pool, maybe even stronger than his father." ”

The thunder dragon glanced at Rochd in surprise, and the two of them smiled at each other, turned and slipped into the tent.

As soon as Ling Yu walked out of the camp of the Thunder Dragon Clan, he hurried south without stopping. He was not afraid that someone would chase after him, but he was anxious to find a stable place to strengthen his training. The grass is long, and the north wind is gusting. A lonely figure kept moving forward in the dark night.

In order to survive, to become stronger, to take revenge, an unyielding flame is burning in his chest. Every time he thought of his mother facing two black-clothed men with knives in order to protect him, and every time he thought of the corpse in Wulinwan Village, his heart trembled.

This hatred will be engraved in his heart, and he will dissolve into his blood. "Just live, it's just beginning!". Walking in the barren wilderness, Ling Yu's mother's words appeared in Ling Yu's ears from time to time. He firmly believes that one day, he will appear in the air as a strong man like the old man of Tianhuo, in front of those black-clothed people, and he will make those black-clothed people tremble and tremble.

Thinking of this, the cold wind is not cold, the night is not dark, as if for a while, everything was trampled under his feet. His feet were lighter. Two days passed like this. In two days, he had slept only once in a thousand-year-old ruin, and he was exhausted.

The Great Wilderness of Hubei is a general name for the large area north of Yunyang Lake. It may have been a prosperous city for mankind thousands of years ago, but now it is long since it is uninhabited, and in the middle of the wilderness, there is not a single village in sight.

More than two months ago, Ling Yu was forcibly pulled from Yunyang Lake to Luohong Villa, and the whole journey took more than sixteen or seven hours. If the car is measured at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour, it has traveled at least nearly 800 kilometers, and Luohong Villa is only in the north of the Great Wilderness of Hubei, not the edge of the wasteland. If you want to walk back to Yunyang Lake, I'm afraid it will take at least a month. From this, you can imagine how large the area of the wasteland is.

Thinking of this, he was not in a hurry. With little dried meat left in the backpack and fresh water to replenish, the real test of survival in the wild has just begun.

In the past two days, he has also encountered some strange beasts, he has slashed and killed a yellow sheep, and he has also encountered two groups of blood wolves, each group has twenty or thirty, but although he is already a bronze five-star strength, he still has self-knowledge. He was confident that he was only sure that twenty or thirty still didn't have the courage to kill and deal with it, but walked away from a distance.

He also tried to fight a pair of bison, but after several attempts, he was defeated and had to be defeated, leaving a deep scar on his thigh.

Five days later, he succeeded in hunting another wild sheep, taking not only the meat, but also a raw sheepskin. The night came as scheduled. He set up the low tent in a hidden depression, lit two bonfires outside the tent, and felt a little at ease eating the mutton he had hunted during the day, and drinking the water from the ice cubes gathered from the grass.

He sat cross-legged in the tent, trying to manipulate the faint field energy in his body to flow throughout his body, and before he knew it, he fell asleep. The sky was bright and starry, the northwest wind was tight and cold. The bonfire at the tent, the sparks that have not yet been extinguished, are blown around by the strong wind. Fortunately, the campfire was downwind, and after a while, there was a sea of fire outside the tent where the north wind passed.

Ling Yu was suddenly awakened by the firelight, and hurriedly rushed out of the tent, but saw that the barren grass nearby had been burned to black, with bursts of green smoke, and in the distance, a bright and dazzling line of fire about 100 meters long continued to spread to the southeast with the help of the wind. Vaguely, Ling Yu saw a strange beast running from the direction of the line of fire.

Ling Yu sighed, quickly packed his backpack, and left here as fast as he could. Fire? It was obviously unrealistic for him to do it alone, and he was afraid that the wildfire would attract the attention of some strong hunters, so that he could be captured again. In this wilderness, there are dangers, Ling Yu has learned to hide his whereabouts from time to time, and Lei Long and his party have taught him a great lesson.

All the way to the south, he ran wildly for nearly two hours, and he was already in the wild grass, and he saw in the distance that the line of fire had burned far away, and the length had stretched for at least two or three kilometers. He put his hands on his knees, gasping for breath, clumps of white mist spurting out of his mouth and nose, sweat dripping down his forehead.

However, at this moment, a low roar came from behind him, and in the darkness behind him, seven or eight crimson eyes, like ghost fire, flashed with a cold glow, staring at him deadly.