Huang Yan looked at the ancestor of the Divine Night Mansion, turned into the back of Qinghong leaving, and said to the old monster of the sky: "The old thing went over to answer, and the remaining disciples of his Divine Night Mansion went." Are we going to stay here?"

The old monster of the sky shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's go! The elite disciples of your and my two families have already entered." It's no use spending any more time here. Let's wait for half a year later, when the entrance to the wasteland opens again, we will come over to meet our respective disciples!"

Huang Yan nodded, and galloped towards the east and west with the old monster of the sky. From beginning to end, he didn't look at the Demon Saint Venerable again. The Demon Saint Venerable was in the center of the dark palace, looking at the changes in the wasteland, and then looking at the backs of the three Terran Sword Saints leaving. His eyes twinkled.

A high-ranking demon behind him walked up and asked, "Holy Venerable, what should we do next?" The Demon Saint Venerable waved his long sleeves and ordered, "Arrange for people to monitor the situation at the entrance of the wasteland twenty-four hours a day. As soon as there is a situation, immediately come and report it to the deity. The opening of this wasteland is very important to our people, and we must not lose it. Now the hope is all on Tu Tian and them, may everything go well. With that, he clenched his fists, and his face flashed with a solemn expression.

Even if he is as strong as the Demon Saint Venerable, he is not completely sure about the opening of the wasteland this time. At the entrance to the wasteland, the portal was still wide open as many whirlwinds disappeared. And it will last for a considerable period of time, quietly waiting for the arrival of the remaining genius disciples from all over the Yunlin Continent.

In the wilderness, in a great desert. Yellow sand, hot and harsh sun. With no end in sight, everything here shows that this desert is a desert off the beaten track. It's a desperate situation.

Ling Yun lay quietly on the ground covered with yellow sand, covered with scars, fighting with Yuan Bikong, two peerless encounters, which had already hurt the root of his body. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the two dazzling suns in the air. Hateful voice: "Damn Yuan Bikong, don't let me meet you again." Otherwise, you will be broken and broken. With that, he shook the snow spear in his hand. A trace of coldness was transmitted from the body of the spear, causing the temperature in Ling Yun's body to drop a little involuntarily.

He stroked the scales on the body of the Cold Snow Spear and muttered, "Fortunately, it's still there, and I didn't lose it, otherwise it would have been a big loss." Ling Yun flipped his body with difficulty and sat up. Looking around, I quickly realized what kind of place this was, and I quickly realized my current situation.

He gritted his teeth, and a sense of helplessness welled up in his heart. "What the hell is this place, how did I get here by that. Could it be that this is what they call a wasteland? It's too desolate! There are no creatures. He stood up and looked up at the blazing sun. The eyes were pierced and painful, and the eyes were desolate to the end. It's not like the legend at all, there are many spiritual treasures and many strange things.

After a pause, Ling Yun propped up the Cold Snow Spear, identified a direction, and walked forward. He endured the heat, and after walking for a long time, he was greeted by the endless desert and the two red suns in the sky. A hint of despair flashed in Ling Yun's eyes. If this continues, he must not be trapped and die here.

The temperature around seems to be getting higher and the air is getting hotter. In Ling Yun's heart, a sense of irritability surged out for no reason. Rolling waves of fire filled every part of the desert. A trace of coldness from the body of the cold snow spear made Ling Yun's consciousness always stay awake.

Ling Yun's eyes swept away, and suddenly about ten zhang in front of him, a corpse wearing golden battle armor appeared. At this moment, he was lying motionless in the yellow sand, obviously dead. Ling Yun was overjoyed, stayed in this ghost place for a long time, and finally saw another human besides him, although it was a dead person.

He picked up the snow gun and rushed over. came to the corpse. The right hand touched the skin of the corpse and found that it was stiff. Obviously, this man has been dead for quite some time. Looking at the clothes and face on his body, it is not difficult to guess that it should be the top genius of the human race who has entered the wasteland from the outside world to practice. And it seems that he is still a member of the super power, otherwise he would never have such a device. Even the armor on his body is a first-class defensive weapon. In addition, there are other spiritual treasures large and small on his body.

Ling Yun thought about it, the force to which this person belonged was probably no worse than the Nine Shadows Sect. Ling Yun guessed correctly, this person was none other than the Huaxia Huang Clan, one of the top geniuses who entered the Wasteland Trial this time. But it's a pity that it took eight lifetimes of blood mold, and as soon as it was teleported in, it encountered an unexpected situation and fell here.

Ling Yun scavenged the spirit treasure on his body, and then ripped off the golden battle armor on his body and put it on his body. Suddenly, I felt that the defense above my body was much thicker. And the weight of this set of battle armor is very light, like goose feathers, and it is really a rare defensive weapon.

"Huh?" With a soft sound, Ling Yun did all this, and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a small and imperceptible wound on this person's neck. He touched it with his hand, looked at it carefully, and frowned involuntarily. This small wound was obviously formed by the bite of a demonic beast such as a mosquito. And it's actually a fatal injury, which is intriguing.

What kind of small demonic beast actually has such a great lethality, and it can kill a genius disciple of a super great sect with a single blow. Is it a group attack? That would be terrible. Feeling the vitality of the blood in the corpse, it was clear that he had not been dead for long.

"The thing that killed him should still be nearby, and it didn't go far. Ling Yun thought secretly in his heart. I'm afraid that this is going to face another fierce battle, Ling Yun shook his body and forcibly cheered up. The cold snow spear in his hand was suddenly raised, pointing in all directions. The hot weather invisibly made him feel even more irritable.

Suddenly, a small demonic beast in the shape of an ant quickly jumped up from the sand and bit him on the neck. Ling Yun smiled, and the cold snow spear swept back. The tip of the spear slashed straight at the ant's body, knocking it upside down.

"Could it be that I'm mistaken, it's not this Demonic Beast, how can this Demonic Beast only have such a little combat power? Ling Yun was surprised. The ant jumped up from the ground again, its face was extremely hideous, and it rushed towards Lingyun again with its bloody mouth open. Ling Yun remained silent, and the spear continued to move forward, directly piercing the ant's body. Completely cut it into two parts.

"That's the end of it? The surprise on Ling Yun's face was even worse. Before he could finish his thoughts, the earth suddenly shook violently. Then, more than ten feet in front of him, a large cavern was cracked.

Hundreds of red ants emerged from inside. It's exactly the same as the ant just now. A first-order demonic beast is nothing, but so many add it up. Ling Yun's face instantly became extremely ugly. He finally understood why the man was killed with a single blow.