Chapter 1250

The eight wastelands are boundless. They are wrapped in endless fog. Standing on the clouds and looking forward, it seems that there is another universe in front. There is no other direction to bypass the eight wastelands except to retreat.

"How big the eight wastelands are has always been a mystery."

"It is said that many strong people regard the eight wastelands as the test target. All the creatures who can leave the eight wastelands alive are outstanding."

"Your Majesty, we must not take it lightly, even if we have so many saints."

Fu Xi looked at the eight wastelands and said that he had learned a lot about the eight wastelands. The more he knew, the more he was afraid of the eight wastelands.

Qin Jun nodded. He could already feel the unspeakable sense of oppression.

Taotie got restless and lay at Qin Jun's feet, grinning and wandering.

Soon, a group of people entered the thick fog, and the speed of the clouds slowed down sharply.

Fu Xi turned pale and said, "there are mysterious rules to limit space crossing."

At the same time, the clouds began to fall faster and faster.

Lin Yuqi quickly hugged Qin Jun, and the other gods and Demons felt as if they had pressed countless mountains. Rao shibodhi could not help frowning.

"Call -"

The Bodhi master quickly waved the dust brush, and the mana swept away and wrapped the whole cloud, making the falling speed slow down.

"Eight barrens and no air! I didn't expect it to be true!"

Fu Xi's face was very ugly. When he heard this information, he didn't think so. Unexpectedly, even the saints were limited by the eight wastelands.

Qin Jun is very calm. In the inner universe, the eight wastelands have such a reputation. If there is no danger, it doesn't make sense.

"Is this the eight wastelands? What is this threat..."

The candle nine Yin murmured to himself. Only when he showed the perfection of the holy land, he could only tremble in the face of the threat of the eight wastelands.

The death path looked dignified and sighed: "it is said that the eight wastelands were the center of the ancient disaster. Countless strong people were buried here. After countless centuries, this is a Jedi ten thousand times more terrible than the prison."

He had been to the inner universe before and wanted to break through the eight wasteland, but he was not strong enough.

Ji Bubai was full of excitement. He couldn't wait to find the extremely burning demon God.

Before long, they walked through the rolling fog, and endless mountains and forests came into their eyes. In the thick fog, there was an incomparably huge continent. They couldn't see the whole picture of the continent, because the highest mountain here was at least a million feet, towering into the fog.

"Sound -"

A whistling sound came, which made them look around. They saw a black crow with a wingspan of ten thousand feet jumping out of the thick fog in the distance, with its wings vibrating and the wind howling.

The black crow did not seem to see Qin Jun and others, and quickly flew to the eight wastelands. Its body became smaller and smaller, and soon disappeared at the other end of the mountains.

"Semi holy!"

Fu Xi said in a deep voice. When he first came here, he met a semi saint?

Lin Yuqi was startled. The eight wastelands were so dangerous. The immortal candle nine Yin and jade tripod looked very ugly. It can be imagined that if they broke into the eight wastelands with their cultivation skills, they would be more or less dangerous.

"Keep moving!"

Qin Jun said calmly that he was not afraid of Sun Wukong and Bodhi.

Soon, they landed. If they kept flying, Fu Xi couldn't bear it. Even Bodhi said they couldn't fly for a long time.

"Strange, why can that bird fly?"

Li Yuanba scratched his head and murmured, "the eight wastelands are too big. If you walk, when can you find the extremely burning demon God?"?

Bodhi looked at the distance and said, "the black crow should have been born in the eight wastelands and was not excluded by the rules."

He who is strong enough to reach the holy land of heaven can't see through the eight wastelands. What are the eight wastelands hiding?

There are mountains ahead, with few weeds. About four or five kilometers away, the mountains rise together and rise higher and higher, as if there was no end.

The crowd began to move forward. Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba walked in front, Bodhi and Ji Bubai walked last, Fuxi and Yang Jian were on the left, and the dead road and backland were on the right. They just protected Qin Jun and others from all sides.

"Can't divine consciousness spread?"

Qin Jun asked softly. After landing, there was silence all around.

There is no sun in the thick fog overhead, but there is light shining on the whole baduang continent, like day.

"No."

Death shook his head. Bodhi didn't say anything, but his face was a little ugly. It can be seen that the most holy of heaven can't do whatever he wants in the eight wastelands.

At this time, a figure came out of the rolling fog and landed quickly. He was wearing a blue martial robe, wearing a long sword and a knife at his waist, and his face was cold.

"Eight wastelands! Here comes my iron Shusheng!"

With that, he rushed forward. Qin Jun and others looked back and thought there was a strong enemy coming. Unexpectedly, this person passed them directly, rushed up the hillside, and soon disappeared in the sight of Qin Jun and others.

"Was that man a saint just now?"

Li Yuanba asked in amazement that they had been ignored!

Ji Bubai nodded and said, "the breath is unstable. It is estimated that she has just broken through the sage realm."

Immortal Lin Yuqi, candle nine Yin and jade tripod feel that the whole person is bad. Just now they came in and met a half saint. Now they meet another saint?

Could it be that the eight wastelands are the paradise of saints.

Qin Jun smiled, but his interest in the eight wastelands was growing.

The team moved on.

When they climbed over a high mountain and stood on the top of the mountain, their faces were amazing.

The eight wastelands are not as barren as they imagined. On the contrary, they have green mountains and green waters, a magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers. In front of them are undulating mountains. About hundreds of thousands of meters away, there is a huge lake as vast as the ocean. From so far away, you can see a giant fish leaping from the lake.

"So big, where should I find the extremely burning demon God?" Li Yuanba said in distress. The divine knowledge can't be used and can't fly. It's too grinding.

No one answered him because everyone was thinking about it.

Boom!

A mountain peak on the east side suddenly burst into pieces, and the gravel with long smoke hit in all directions, like a meteorite hitting the ground.

They turned around and saw that it was the blue robed man who claimed to be the iron Book Saint. At the moment, he was quite embarrassed. He rolled down the hillside with the rocks without the demeanor of a saint.

Qin Jun and others did not ridicule him, but fixed their eyes on the behemoth on the top of the mountain.

It was a terrible monster like a lizard. It had six eyes and dark green. The head alone was ten thousand feet wide. In front of it, any creature would feel its smallness.

The long and forked tongue kept huffing and puffing, and its six eyes turned. It opened its mouth and said, "boy, dare to disturb my sleep, I'll eat you!"

The iron Shusheng fell to the foot of the mountain and just stabilized his body. His forehead was broken and his blood overflowed. He gritted his teeth and looked at the lizard beast and scolded, "who made you so big? I thought it was a mountain!"

With that, the iron Shusheng pulled out the sword around his waist, held the sword in his left hand and lifted the sword in his right hand, jumped and killed the lizard beast.

"What is this guy's cultivation?" Qin Jun asked curiously. It's a big beast. It's more powerful than the previous black crow.