A cold wind blew across the vast wilderness, waist-deep basil bowed their heads in unison, and pieces of withered yellow leaves fluttered in the wind, but in the end they could not escape the fate of crushing the dust and mud.

Barren, dead, empty...... The wilderness with a cold winter approaching is a bit seeping.

There is no green for thousands of miles, and there is little life for thousands of miles, except for the occasional insects that scurry up and down, and on the surface, this wasteland is really lonely to the extreme.

Click, click, click......

The sound of breaking dead branches came from a distance, and in a moment, a tall figure approached from a distance.

A small bat on the left shoulder has four and a half heads, a palm-sized, very cute kitten on the right shoulder is napping, and the boy himself is wearing a cyan robe, although there is some dusty look, it is difficult to hide the light in his eyes.

This young man is naturally Ji Changkong!

It had been a month since he had killed the demon camp, and he had been wandering the wilderness for the time being, meeting some other Lone Wanderers along the way.

Through those lone wanderers, he knew that his original location was still too far away from the center of the war, almost on the edge, so he spent a whole month in a hurry, of course, occasionally encountered the demon clan and slaughtered it by the way.

After traveling for so long, he didn't breathe a sigh of relief until now, because this is the edge of the central battlefield, that is, he can enter the central battlefield when he walks out of here.

However, it is not easy to walk through here, at least Ji Changkong knows that not long ago, a team of Terran warriors with thousands of people was wiped out here, and the waves disappeared without a single trace, except for the captain who escaped, there were no bones left.

"Grass, it's too deep," he sighed as he stood on the edge of the wasteland, and there were hundreds of warrior cultivators waiting not too far behind him.

These people all wanted to enter the central battlefield, but unfortunately, this wasteland was too dangerous for one or two people to walk through, so they were all waiting for more cultivators to come together, and Ji Changkong's arrival made them very excited.

Hundreds of thousands of points close to 200,000 are the top 100 lone wanderers, this kind of combat power makes many cultivators look forward to it, generally speaking, the higher the points, the stronger the combat power, especially when a few malicious provocative guys are beaten half to death by him, no one dares to question his strength.

As far as the eye can see, the waist-deep weeds and basil are the best hiding places, and every inch of the land may hide an astonishing murderous opportunity.

No wonder very few people can walk through such a place, even if Ji Changkong wants to kill it, it is not so simple.

At the beginning, there was a mixture of the human race and the demon race, but for so long the human race in this wasteland has lost its strength, no way, the vast majority of the demon race here are grass and trees, and the demon race is good at hiding, and it is normal for the human race to be inherently weak and fall behind.

Look at you, a cruel smile flashed at the corner of Ji Changkong's mouth, he beckoned slightly, and the bat on his shoulder split countless shadows and rushed into the barren grassland.

Many cultivators behind him are full of expectations, this split clone is more than a million, not to be able to kill and injure the enemy, as long as they can find out where the enemy is located, it is enough to rush over with them joining forces, after all, assassination and frontal combat are two completely different concepts!

Of course, Ji Changkong could guess their intentions, but he had a better choice!

Millions of doppelgangers, each of them is very weak, but Ji Changkong doesn't want these little bats to kill the enemy, so he doesn't care at all, even if the million doppelgangers have lost one-tenth of them at this time, he is still not in a hurry, and as the little bat goes deeper into the wasteland, there are also some wild grasses swaying towards the deepest part.

After the time of three incense sticks, Ji Changkong suddenly opened his eyes, and the killing intent in his eyes flashed with a hideous smile.

"Brother Ji, are we going to kill it?" a cultivator behind him couldn't help but come out with excitement on his face when he saw this scene and asked.

"Kill it, the casualties are too great, there is no need for this," Ji Changkong shook his head and said to the cultivator, this person's name is Han Xing, his combat power is extremely strong, and he is also a genius among geniuses, among all the cultivators who Ji Changkong was waiting outside before, he and the guy who provoked Ji Changkong and was disabled by him were the strongest.

As for his name, it seems that he can't hide it even if he wants to, because everyone can see his name on the rankings, not a fake name, but a real name.

It can be seen that this Guardian power is really unfathomable, and no one can hide their true information here!

At first, Ji Changkong was still a little worried, but then he thought about it, it didn't seem to be necessary, if their high-level really had thoughts about him, no matter how hard he struggled, he would probably be unable to escape, and he was not so easy to bully, so it was a big deal.

"Brothers, I have already let the Terran cultivators lurking in the wasteland leave, everyone understands what I mean," Ji Changkong looked at the hundreds of people behind him regardless of Han Xing's puzzled expression.

"Well, what does that mean," a tall reckless man blurted out.

"Yes, isn't it for us to go in and find death, so if we want to get out, it will be more troublesome, Brother Ji, what are you doing," another person complained.

"That's right, it's possible that he is a spy of the demon clan," the third person was even more nakedly framed.

......

Most of the cultivators were silent compared to these brainless guys, and then some of the smart guys were the first to react, their faces full of horror.

What's going on, could it be that there is still some clever plan that can't be achieved, and the clamoring cultivator also sensed that something was wrong.

"Fire Attack!"

Someone spoke softly, and in an instant, everyone's faces turned pale.

Yes, fire attack, that's what Ji Changkong thinks.

For others, this seemed impossible, because among them, there was a mixture of human race cultivators and demon clan cultivators, and if they attacked with fire, they would lose both, so everyone subconsciously skipped this thought, but Ji Changkong was different, he had already asked the bat clone to tell all the human race cultivators the message of retreating.

Maybe they will lose a lot on the way to retreat, but it is pitiful compared to the gains, and the one who can lurk here and desperately cultivate with the demon clan is not afraid of death?

Therefore, as soon as Ji Changkong's news was released, those Terran cultivators did not hesitate to open it.

In addition, another condition of the fire attack is that most of these demon clans are grass and wood demon clans, and the void has been made countless cracks by them by means, which is really unavoidable, and the fire is simply a disaster in this dry wasteland, and it is burned to death if it is not burned to death.

If you add a little wind to this, tsk, I can't imagine it!