On this day, Wang Luo re-stood on the Lingshan Dingling Hall.

Initially, he woke up from here. And this simple palace, which is not magnificent, is the starting point of his life.

Although he still carried the memories of more than twenty years before the catastrophe in his mind, the implanted memories were not his real past, all he had was a few years after he woke up.

And starting from the starting point of this life obviously has a different meaning.

Looking west from the Dingling Palace, I saw that the sky was still immersed in a faint hazy blood mist, and that layer of mist was not permeating the heaven and earth west of Lingshan, but filled in the eyes of every observer, as if to show the special that did not belong to the Immortal Alliance with a maverick color.

In the long history of the Immortal League, that touch of blood often means a sleepless fear...... Even around the 1100th year of the New Immortal Calendar, when the offensive and defensive momentum of the two worlds of the Immortal Desolation had already been reversed, a negligence on the part of the Yueyang people could still cast a shadow on the confidence of the entire Immortal Alliance. What's more, in this era, it has reached the era when Rongcheng has marched westward, crushing hundreds of millions of foreign beasts along the blood river, and smashing the Heavenly Court Immortal Officials who are blocking the way. The fear in the hearts of the Immortal Alliance people still lingered.

And the purpose of Wang Luo's trip is to scrape off a part of the blood that filled the heavens and the earth, and lay a wedge belonging to the Immortal Alliance in Mingzhou, one of the four states on the left side of the heavens that has not yet been recovered. So that people can see more clearly that the fear that has lasted for thousands of years can be dissipated.

As night fell, he had to pause for a moment. Because at this time, the wasteland has officially entered the most dangerous period of the day, and the night that seems to be calm in the Wasteland Enchantment is very different for the people in it.

In terms of pure strength, in the face of such a powerful and cunning opponent, it is difficult for Wang Luo to match it alone. In other words, looking for the Immortal League, I am afraid that only Zhu Wang, the lord of the country, Lu Youyou, can compete. The rest of the people, if they did not take advantage of the numerical superiority and the powerful magic circle equipment, would almost certainly die.

Wang Luo set off early in the morning, and at about noon, when the sun was at its hottest, he successfully came to the Crazy Lake, which was the end point of the Rongcheng Frontier.

For half a day, he walked along the eastern shore of Fenghu Lake and gradually went southwest to the southwest, but he didn't find anything, and even the strange beasts that were supposed to inhabit the area around the crazy lake rarely appeared.

And once it is really the front line of Heavenly Court's increase of troops, then the strategy of absorbing the new Heng Dynasty of Mingzhou at this stage is basically equivalent to invalidation. There is absolutely no way for the Immortal Alliance to bypass the True Immortal to interfere in the affairs of Mingzhou. Leaving the Determination Barrier, no one in the world can compete with the True Immortals alone, even if it is a low-grade Immortal Official, it is enough to destroy any Determination Legion of the Immortal Alliance countries in the wasteland. As for the new Heng Dynasty itself? That country with 200 million people may also have its own prosperity and prosperity, but as a testing ground that has been captive by the Heavenly Court for thousands of years, it is impossible for the people there to favor the Immortal Alliance when the immortal officials are present.

Wang Luo hiked to the Crazy Lake, thinking that with his unique identity, he might be able to dig up a scaly claw, but unfortunately he found nothing until sunset.

Within the innate Dao body, the qi and blood that should be perfectly controlled actually showed signs of getting out of control under the instigation of the cry!

The next road is on foot. And this is based on security considerations, flying high in a land of unpredictable risks, which is the privilege of a true immortal, or a true immortal like Zhang Jincheng. A cultivator at the Yuan Infant level does not yet have that qualification. Only by keeping your feet on the ground and slowing down can you ensure safety – relative safety.

Wang Luo wanted to laugh a little, but as an actor who played the hero, his professionalism allowed him to restrain his emotions very well.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Rongcheng went all the way west along the Blood River, and he should have encountered Songjiabao along the way, but in fact, in the place in Wang Luo's memory, even if he dug three feet into the ground, he couldn't dig up the wreckage of Songjiabao.

And this storm was not actually coming at him, according to Wang Luo's calculations, it broke out at least dozens of miles away, close to the center of the Crazy Lake. What spread in front of Wang Luo was only an aftermath. And it can be inferred from this that at the center of the storm, its power is probably comparable to that of a true immortal!

Suddenly, Wang Luo simply felt a chill behind him.

It was his first night in the moor.

According to the final procedure left by Lu Youyou, he posed in a heroic posture towards the photographic flower plate blooming beside him, and recited some inspiring lines, in exchange for bursts of chanting at the foot of the mountain...... Then he looked west and saw the bloody lake, the Mad Lake.

The frost saliva incense collected by the Molin people from the Dragon's Head Sacred Mountain has an extraordinary effect in expelling foreign beasts, and even the foreign beasts in the merger period cannot resist the erosion of the aroma.

Before Wang Luo, there had never been a precedent for the Scouts of the Immortal Alliance to break through the boundaries of the heavens and go deep into the depths of the wasteland. The Left of Heaven was too subtle, and even in a place not too far from the Desolate Enchantment, few people were able to spend the night and return to the Immortal Alliance. Therefore, everything under the cover of night is unfamiliar to Wang Luo.

In the past month, during the period when Wang Luo played the hero, Rongcheng has been making great strides, and Lu Youyou and the others don't seem to take the affairs of the new Heng Dynasty in Mingzhou into account at all, and only move forward, constantly expanding the territory of the Immortal League. At this time, standing on the top of Lingshan Mountain, you can look beyond the crazy lake, and you can even vaguely see the mountains of Mingzhou, and the rolling mountains are like a high wall, blocking the view of further coveting, hiding everything behind the mountains.

But he didn't come here for pleasure, but to find some answers.

However, the Frost Crystal of the Holy Mountain is invaluable, this seemingly ordinary plate of candles is enough for half of the stone street back then, even if the Molin people are friendly to Wang Luo, they can only sponsor one plate for a while, and every time they are lit, the candle will be significantly shortened by a cut - when it is used to expel the extremely powerful beast, the loss of the candle is even more amazing. When Wang Luo put away the candle, he couldn't help but be speechless.

The night is like substance, falling from the sky and overwhelming. As the sun sank and the sun set, Wang Luo's perception of the surroundings was suppressed by the night to an extremely narrow range, even if he tried his best to expand his perception, he could only perceive the space less than 100 meters around him. And this space is still slowly distorting and deforming.

The wasteland at night seems to be a different world entirely. And the appearance of this world, even after a thousand years, even when the pioneer journey of this Immortal Alliance is nearing the end, it still seems particularly unfamiliar.

Everything in the golden leaf seems to be just a big dream, but even if Lu Youyou has an impression of the events at that time, it is obvious that those things should have happened. It's just that...... Why there are no historical relics left in the wasteland is a mystery that no one can explain.

Even if it is to go and return in a short period of time and make the hero's prestige ruined, it is better than dying worthless and delaying major events.

Therefore, before Wang Luo set off, he was handed over a treasure bag, which contained many top magic weapons that the Immortal League could prepare today, among which there were even several national treasures that were temporarily brought by several lords from their own treasury, inherited from ancient times and transformed by the wonderful hands of later generations.

Now facing the risk, Wang Luo naturally will not hesitate, and immediately sacrifices a plate of candles, ignites it with true yuan, and lights up a little candle bean, so a touch of strange fragrance spreads as if it were nothing. The fragrance itself did not seem to contain any supernatural powers, but as the fragrance spread, the cry seemed to be dispelled, and gradually moved away until the sound was inaudible.

Compared with the memories carried in Lu Zhiyao's golden leaf, everything is unrecognizable.

With a hint of self-deprecation for himself, Wang Luo jumped down from the top of the mountain, shuttled through the clouds, crossed the mountain fortress on the western front, the hundred miles of mountain fortress west of the fortress, and finally crossed the boundary of the fixed wasteland and stepped on the wasteland.

A night destined to be difficult to calm down.

There are some things that if you don't do it, it's too late.

It was a blood-colored lake that seemed thicker and more distorted than when viewed from afar, and even if the fishy breath was filtered by layers of portable magic circles, it could still clearly reach Wang Luo's nose, making him subconsciously feel disgusted—no matter which side of the Immortal Desolation was based, the Mad Lake was not a pleasant place.

The cry was poignant and ethereal, as if it were fading away, but the next moment it suddenly approached, almost wiping people's ears. This sudden sense of hearing will undoubtedly constitute a kind of nervous tension. And when alerting the enemy to approach, the listener will inevitably relax his grip on the flesh and blood, and it is likely that before the beast really attacks, the cry will completely disturb the qi and blood, and the body will collapse......

It's just that Zhang Jincheng has never appeared in front of the Xianmeng since he first met that day, and he has evaporated from the world.

However, no matter how precious the props are, as long as they have the desired effect, they are worth the money. Wang Luo was only on the first day of going deep into the wasteland, and he didn't plan to use up too many hole cards.

Wang Luo undoubtedly broke into the territory of an extremely dangerous desolate demon that inhabited the Mad Lake.

As the national teacher of the new Heng Dynasty, he is the only bridge between the two places, and his disappearance undoubtedly casts a huge shadow on the strategy of the Immortal League to absorb the new Heng Dynasty - because if the New Heng Dynasty can't pay attention to the Immortal League, no matter how much kindness the Immortal Alliance has, it will not help.

And this is also the treatment that Wang Luo only had after he was rendered as the only hero in the world by the Immortal League.

On the riverside, accompanied by a cold gust of wind, like a baby's cry, easily penetrated several magic circles beside Wang Luobu and drilled into his ears. And almost at the same time as the voice sounded, Wang Luo felt a flower in front of him, his nostrils were hot, and he was already bleeding.

If you are an ordinary immortal league person, just being blown by this desolate storm head-on, there is a high probability that you will fall into heavy pollution and have the risk of turning into famine...... And although Wang Luo had a desolate condensed core in his body, he was also pulled by this storm for a while, and his operation was a little sluggish.

And Wang Luo, at such a delicate time, officially set off to leave the Immortal League, full of the reverence and blessings of tens of billions of people in the Immortal League, and went deep into the wasteland.

In a dangerous place, Wang Luo did not hold it big, according to the deduction that was done, he stopped, sacrificed many magic weapons with him to hide his traces, and after that, he had to lie dormant until sunrise, and start his journey again under the sun.

True immortals? Where did the true immortals come from near this crazy lake now? All the immortal officials in the two states of Ming and Mo have either died or surrendered. And under the rule of Heavenly Court, at least close to the Immortal Alliance, there are no true immortal-level alien beasts...... So, it was the immortal officials from the Heavenly Court who supported the front line who arrived?

In the past month, Zhang Jincheng has never returned, and he has not even sent a book to the Immortal League, which has naturally caused all kinds of speculation. One of the most worrying and most likely speculations is that as the Immortal Alliance is approaching the Mad Lake, Heavenly Court is finally forced to resume normal operations and begin to increase troops to the front line.

And just as he was thinking about whether to move his position and avoid the weeping beast that might go and return, he suddenly felt a shocking storm in the distance. It was a storm of thick and fierce desolation, and it was so fast that if it weren't for Wang Luo's constant vigilance in the wasteland, he would have almost been caught off guard. But even with his preparations, he felt his breath heavy when the storm hit.

For thousands of years, the tug-of-war of the Determination of the Wilderness has long turned Fenghu Lake into a crazy lake. The once magnificent chimney dock has not even left a trace...... Just like the Song Jiabao where the little girl named Song Kite was born.

The crazy lake, which once lived far away on the horizon, is already close at hand, and the straight-line distance between the two places is only more than 100 kilometers, almost within reach.

In this regard, there is no opposition in the Immortal League, but Wang Luo feels that the more this is the case, the more he has to go to the front line.

Therefore, as early as before Wang Luo set off, he had an agreement with everyone: once Heavenly Court increased troops, Wang Luo's mission would be suspended as soon as possible, and then he would return to the Immortal Alliance immediately.

As the hero of the Immortal League, of course Wang Luo would not set off alone, just when he stopped on the Dingling Palace, the foot of the Spirit Mountain was already crowded with a crowd of people, holding banners, flowers, vegetables and fruits, shouting jubilant slogans for Wang Luo to practice.

And this is the result of him deliberately laying a very powerful magic circle to block the cries of eight or nine points!

can hurt him with such an understated cry, and the thing that makes the sound is at least a body-level Great Desolate Demon...... When the local immortal officials launched a suicide charge against Rongcheng before, they mobilized almost all the troops at hand. But obviously, with the size of the two states of Ming and Moxi, even if they have been levied once, there are still enough and dangerous creatures remaining. They may be afraid of the divine power of the Wasteland City and dare not attack it, but before the Wasteland City arrives, they have enough strength to defend their territory.

Therefore, when Wang Luo left Lingshan and set foot in the wasteland, he was ready to encounter the true immortals...... It is better to say that most of the national treasures in his treasure bag are used to save his life in front of the true immortals.

If it weren't for Zhang Jincheng's direct appearance that day, it would be hard for anyone to imagine that behind the mountains of Mingzhou, there is a country of 200 million people.

People can already witness the victory of the battle of the wilderness in laughter and laughter. And this is the mission and duty of heroes.

Now that a True Immortal-level storm broke out in the distance, Wang Luo immediately began to deduce and weigh in his heart, and quickly made a decision.

Let's wait and see what happens.

(End of chapter)