At this time, the wind was speeding over the Exiled Lands.

He had no choice, he could only go to the West City Gate if he wanted to go out, even if he felt inappropriate in his heart, but the matter had come to this point, so he could only step forward.

He occupies the righteousness, even if he fights to the death in the end, he will not bear the slightest public opinion, at least in the area to be rented, he will not be fiercely criticized.

The wind is clear and walking on the wind, and where it passes, the storm rises suddenly, the wind and clouds surge, and moves forward with overwhelming momentum.

"Boy, you have to get out alive, the remnant sword will be studied for me when the time comes, maybe I can take you to the Qianzun Dojo, there is no sense of security here, so why not go to the Jizun Dojo?" said the miscellaneous bird with great interest.

"Of course, the premise is that you can't die here, otherwise no one will collect the corpse, and then you can only let this bird master come to collect the corpse for you, boy......" The miscellaneous bird chattered endlessly, like an old monster who had not spoken for ten thousand years.

But at this time, Feng Qingyang did not feel impatient, on the contrary, he felt that with the miscellaneous birds, his heart was extremely peaceful, and with him, he would not feel lonely.

Although there are Zhu Xuezhu and others among the boundary beads, they will not joke with them at all, only this miscellaneous bird with extremely thick skin, almost as thick as a city wall, can become the object of his confiding.

"That's nature, they want to kill me, how can they be so wishful?" Feng Qingyang's face was gloomy, since the first wave of pursuit brought by the white rhino brought by the people, his heart sank to a low point, and when he secretly scolded this group of things who didn't know what to do, he was careful alone, but don't capsize in the gutter.

"But I advise you not to fight it head-on, although you are strong, but a hero inevitably has four hands, you are only one person, how can you fight with it?

Moreover, this place is full of dangers, and it is impossible to replenish the aura, if the consumption is intensified, I am afraid that the final result will be defeat without a fight, and thus become meat on the chopping block. The miscellaneous bird spoke again, and although his tone was cheerful, there was still a faint hint of anxiety in it, and he naturally did not want the wind to fall here.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang knew that if it was a hard touch, then it would only be himself who would suffer, thinking of this, he couldn't help but clench his fists, this qiē was all his own fault in the end, and he shouldn't have persuaded the true spirit in the first place.

However, at this time, regret is useless, only to find a way to escape from this place, have solved their own crisis, as long as they get out of this wasteland of exile, then they will naturally be safe at that time.

In fact, from the very beginning, he made the wrong attention, whether it was to persuade the true spirit to stop, or to kill those people, he still could not escape death.

Not to mention anything else, even if the cultivator of exile doesn't kill him, I'm afraid the four major cities won't stop there, although the true spirit is optimistic about Feng Qingyang, it doesn't mean that everyone is optimistic about him.

The important thing is that he has countless treasures in his hands, which is simply a treasure trove of mobility, even if he is a member of the Nine Heavenly Palace, but if everyone secretly kills him, then the Sin City is helpless.

Only now does Feng Qingyang understand that his strength is still not enough, he can only become stronger, but he doesn't know that at this time, even if he walks in the spirit realm of three thousand stars, it is also the strength of the overlord.

It's just that this cultivation of exile, after tens of thousands of years of precipitation, will have such a scale, and the powerhouses who can be stocked here are the peak of the early stage of the demon king.

Now the only way to leave this place and go to the Extreme West Holy City through the gate of Guò West City, only when you get there will you minimize the killing opportunity on your body, after all, it is much better than this place, not every person of the demon clan is as shameless and ungrateful as them.

It's just that the Extreme West Holy City is too far away, and if you use the teleportation array, you may be able to reach it quickly, but now that the wind is clear and embattled, the West City Gate is probably also a friend or foe, so you can only rely on yourself to travel a long distance.

In this way, it means that his crisis cannot be solved immediately, even if he steps out of the West City Gate, he will face a life-and-death chase until he crosses the range of the West City Gate.

"Let's solve the immediate crisis first. In the void, Feng Qingyang paused for half a cup of tea, and for some reason, he always had a feeling of panic at this time.

He often attaches importance to his subconscious senses, and the stronger the monk's cultivation, the more sensitive his subconscious mind becomes, and it seems to be able to dispel evil and evil.

After a moment of silence, Feng Qingyang suddenly turned around, and the original route towards the West City Gate was forcibly changed by him, heading towards the South City Gate below.

The South City Gate and the West City Gate are not far apart, as long as you can get out of here, there is a way to go to the Extreme West Holy City, after Feng Qingyang made up his mind, he resolutely gritted his teeth and made a new goal.

"I already have a little relationship with the West City Gate, I'm afraid most people know that I will go to the West City Gate, so there are the most crises on this road, but if I go to the South City Gate, I'm afraid no one can guess. ”

The wind was clear and hidden in the void, his eyes flickered, looking at the endless swamp ahead, he had already stepped on the way to the south gate in front of him.

The hidden supernatural power that the miscellaneous bird once taught, even now it still makes him feel comfortable, he broke through the miasma that countless swamps breeded, and instead of descending on the ground, he still galloped in the void.

On the way to the south gate of the wasteland of exile, I don't know how long it took, the wind suddenly stopped, and he sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by countless swamps, and the miasma that bred him had long since drowned him.

This miasma is extremely strong, and the monk's divine sense cannot be detected for half a minute, even if he investigates rashly, he will be dissolved and swallowed by the miasma in an instant.

He had wanted to rush to the South Gate in one go, but now that he had stopped, it wasn't that he was in danger, but that he had found something in the swamp.

This thing grows on the swamp, like a weed, but it is such an inconspicuous weed, and it exudes a faint curse aura on it.

Although it was only a little bit, it still attracted the attention of Feng Qingyang, and it was precisely because of this weed that he stayed here for a long time.

"Bald, I want to go into the swamp to investigate, you can merge into the void to protect my Dharma, and if anyone suspicious comes, you must inform me immediately. As he spoke, his fingers had already touched the weeds, but at the moment of touching, his expression changed dramatically.

And just when his expression changed drastically, the two small eyes of the miscellaneous bird also widened, looking at the void where the weeds weeds, and suddenly trembled.

"Don't touch it, this is the Yin Void Curse, it is Grandpa Bird's, how can there be a Yin Void Curse in the Demon Clan Territory of the Palm Realm?" The miscellaneous bird spoke urgently, and at the moment when he spoke, the sky here suddenly began to change.

The originally dim sky suddenly became dark, but under the darkness, there was a sense of transparency, as if entering a strange world.