Chapter 944

After leaving liangu mountain range, Yan Zhaoge and a Hu sat on Panpan and traveled all the way to the East. After a long journey, they came to the wild sea area.

In front of us is the vast sea. The color of the sea is unusual. It is like a fluctuating white snowfield.

Seeing the snow-white sea, Yan Zhaoge knew that he had officially set foot in the wild sea.

The situation here is similar to the West extreme desert, the endless ocean and the sea of illusion in the eight polar world.

Because of the special geographical environment, it is difficult for a strong warrior to have a deep foothold. There are few people, and the environment is extremely bad.

So some of the outlaws, unable to stand in other places, hid here to move.

Those are people who are drunk and happy every day.

For disciples from famous schools, facing these ruthless people, relying on the mountain background is not very useful. They can only rely on their own arts.

If you offend those outlaws, most of them don't care about the background. Kill them first.

And when they provoked the strong men of the great to pursue and kill, they hid themselves in the waste sea.

If you can dodge, you can dodge. If you can dodge, life and death will depend on heaven.

In the south-east of Yangtian, except for the disciples of Jinting mountain who can make these murderers have some scruples, others should be careful.

Yan Zhaoge doesn't think it's very dangerous, but it's a place full of fish and dragons. If the information of the former government is leaked, it may make the situation more complicated.

"Whisk the dust." Yanzhao singers set up a canopy to look out to the distant white sea.

Ah Hu handed over the half of the dust, and Yan Zhaoge picked it up. A white line suddenly appeared in front of him, extending from the dust to the distance, straight into the depth of the waste sea.

Yanzhao singer refers to gliding gently in the dust and injecting his own real yuan into it.

The "buzz" of the dust shakes for a while, and then the color of the white line actually starts to change gradually.

From white to green, then to light gold.

Yanzhao singer refers to drawing several strokes in the middle of the sky, outlining a simple and simple rune.

Pan Pan's figure under him shrinks, and then he is picked up by ah Hu.

The rune, which stands in the air, becomes bigger and more brilliant, covering Yan Zhaoge and a Hu.

Then the brilliance was drawn by the light golden thread, flying to the depth of the waste sea, just like the fishing line, after biting the hook, the fisherman stopped.

The light group that covers Yan Zhaoge and others turns into a light point, which flies over in the wild sea and is fleeting.

But the spot of light was still noticed in the wild sea.

The people who live here, even if they are not outlaws, but the big school children who come to practice, are all bold.

See this appearance, all heart, try to keep up.

However, Yan Zhaoge and others are fast, and most of the people who try to track them are left behind.

There are a small number of people who can keep up with them. Seeing the light spot is getting deeper and deeper, they can't help slowing down their pace and hesitating.

The deeper into the wilderness, the greater the danger.

Yan Zhaoge and ah Hu are in the light group. They can also feel the increasing pressure.

In the vast white sea, is there suddenly a green pillar of fire rising.

Yanzhaoge, against the heaven and earth axe in his hand, cut and split horizontally and vertically, cut off the vicious green pillar of fire, and constantly open the way.

He recognized that this was the fire of the heaven, but it was the most superior Yin fire. It was not warm, but extremely cold, better than ice for thousands of years.

Once touched by the fire, not only the body is damaged, but also the spirit is burned, and it is like a maggot of tarsal bone, which is hard to remove.

Touch a little, and you will die.

Only those who come to the fairyland can completely ignore the threat. When the supreme martial Saint meets him, he must also use his skills to resist and clear the way.

For the martial arts under Xianqiao, there are top-grade soldiers with them, which may not be able to guarantee everything.

Although Yan Zhaoge is not afraid of it, the fire is just one of many threats in the wild sea.

In addition to the natural desolation and quiet fire, there are many other evil and strange disasters.

Yan Zhaoge felt as if he was facing more than one siege of the martial saint in Xianqiao realm at any time.

The wild sea covers a vast area, accounting for almost one third of the whole area of the south-east yangtianjing.

In the case of many disasters, Yan Zhaoge will walk very slowly.

Fortunately, yanzhaoge is able to keep a high-speed development with the help of the method and instrument. But in this way, yanzhaoge can only resist the disaster and the danger on the way.

In the early stage, for speed and efficiency, it's OK.

In any case, there are many unique skills such as Wuji Tianshu, fantianshu, Yinyang Tianshu, Taiji Yinyang palm. Yan Zhaoge's true yuan accumulation is very solid and has strong resilience.

However, the deeper into the wilderness, the more serious these dangers will be.

At the back, it's rare to see the wild and quiet fire, but another kind of disaster called the black devil evil spirit is more and more.

Instead of gushing out of the white sea, the black fog, which is like a silk floc, curls around the sea.

The black fog like ink is more terrible than the dark fire.

The destructive power that can be formed can almost rival that of wusheng Jiuchong, the strong one in the later stage of Xianqiao.

The black fog is like thick ink, which is hard to disperse. Even if it is temporarily broken, it will be reunited soon and continue to attack.

Everywhere, everywhere.

In this way, it is like a siege launched by many powerful people of the nine realms of the martial saint.

Under such an attack, Yan Zhaoge will not be stupid to continue to fight.

He stopped the previous instrument and changed to control his speed and direction, and moved forward between a thick black fog.

"It's no wonder that people often say that the martial artists on the ground in the south-east Yangtian border can enter and leave here freely only if the southeast supremacy." Ah Hu looked at the black devils carefully: "it's more terrible than the black nightmare storm in the west of the eight polar world."

Yan Zhaoge said, "it's natural. Any evil spirit comes to the eight pole world. I'm afraid the whole eight pole world will be destroyed."

"Young master......" Ah Hu suddenly turned to Yan Zhaoge and said, "do you think it's possible for martial artists to refine this black evil spirit into their own power?"

At this moment, ah Hu's face is not as greasy and lazy as before, but very solemn.

"Why not?" Yan Zhaoge smiled: "before the great disillusionment, there was a unique skill. Its name was the devil blade. It was used to refine all kinds of dangerous and evil winds and melt into its own Sabre Qi. The black evil spirit was also one of the choices, and it was one of the most difficult and powerful choices."

"However, if you want to refine the black evil spirit, at least you need to step on the level of the martial saint of Xianqiao to try."

Ah Hu hears the words and doesn't continue to ask, but looking at his expression, Yan Zhaoge knows that the big man is in his mind.

No matter how unrighteous he is in front of Yan Zhaoge, ah Hu is always very interested in martial arts cultivation.

As they chatted, they continued to go deep into the wilderness.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Zhaoge suddenly saw the dark fog of the road in front of him. There was a glimmer of sunshine, like clouds blocking the sun.

In the sunshine, the figure of a giant bird looms.

Black feather, tripod.