Nine Hundred and Forty-Three. Cash Crow in the Barren Sea

Leaving the Liangu Mountain Range, Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu sat on Panpan's body, heading east all the way, after a long journey, they came to the barren sea area.

In front of him is the vast sea, the color of the sea is unusual, like a rolling white snowfield.

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

The situation here is similar to the wind region of the eight great worlds, the western extreme desert, the endless ocean overseas, and the magical sea and great lake.

Because of the special geographical environment, it is difficult for even a powerful warrior to gain a foothold. There are few people and the environment is extremely harsh.

As a result, some desperadoes could not gain a foothold in other places, so they hid here to move around.

Those are those people who are drunk today and happy every day.

For disciples from famous schools, facing these ruthless people, their background is of little use, and they can only rely on their own art.

Offended those desperadoes, most likely the other party would not care about their background, just kill them first.

Provoking a large group of strong men to chase and kill them, they hid in the barren sea.

If you can dodge it, dodge it, if you can't dodge it, it's life and death.

In the southeast Yangtian Realm, except for the disciples of Jin Ting Mountain who can make these murderers have scruples, everyone else must be careful.

Yan Zhaoge didn't think it was very dangerous, but there were mixed fish and dragons here, if the news about the legacy of the predecessors leaked out, it might make the situation even more complicated.

"Whisk the dust." Singer Yanzhao set up a pergola and looked at the vast white ocean in the distance.

Ah Hu handed over the half of the whisk, Yan Zhaoge took it, and a white line appeared in front of his eyes, extending from the whisk to the distance, straight into the depths of the barren sea.

Yan Zhaoge slid his finger over the dust whisk lightly, injecting his own true energy into it.

The whisk trembled a bit, and then the color of the white line gradually began to change.

From white to blue, and then gradually to pale gold.

Yan Zhaoge drew a few strokes in mid-air with his fingers, outlining a simple and unsophisticated rune pattern.

Panpan under him shrunk in size, and was then picked up by Ah Hu.

The talisman standing in mid-air became bigger and turned into a ball of brilliance, covering both Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu.

Then the radiance was pulled by the pale golden thread, and quickly flew to the depths of the barren sea, just like a fishing line, after the hook is bitten, the fisherman ends the rod.

The ball of light enveloping Yan Zhaoge and the others turned into a spot of light and flew across the barren sea, disappearing in an instant.

But there were still people in the barren sea who noticed the light spot.

The people who are active here, even if they are not outlaws, but the disciples of the big faction who come to experience, are all daring people.

Seeing this appearance, everyone was moved and tried to keep up.

However, Yan Zhaoge and the others were so fast that most of those who tried to track them fell behind within a short while.

Those few who could keep up could not help slowing down their pace gradually as they saw the spot of light getting deeper and deeper, hesitating in their hearts.

The deeper you go into the barren sea, the greater the danger.

Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu were in the light group, and they could also feel that the pressure was getting bigger and bigger.

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

Yan Zhaoge held the ax against the universe in his hand, slashed horizontally and vertically, cut off the ferocious green pillar of fire, and continued to open the way.

He recognized that this is the wild fire, but it is an extremely high-quality Yin fire, not hot, but extremely cold, better than ten thousand years of ice.

Once the body is touched by this fire, not only the physical body will be damaged, but even the soul will be burned, and it is like a tarsal maggot, which is difficult to remove.

If you touch it a little bit, you will die.

Only those who have ascended to the fairyland can completely ignore its threat. When the Supreme Martial Saint encounters it, he must use his skills to resist it and take action to clear the way.

For warriors below the Xianqiao realm, even if they have high-grade holy soldiers with them, they may not be able to protect themselves completely.

Although Yan Zhaoge was not afraid, the Desolate and Youhuo was just one of many threats in the desolate sea.

In addition to the wild fire, there are many other evil disasters that are not inferior at all.

Yan Zhaoge felt as if he was walking through it, as if he was facing the siege of more than one martial saint in the Immortal Bridge Realm at any time.

The barren sea has a vast area, occupying almost one-third of the entire Southeast Yangtian Realm.

With many catastrophes blocking the way, Yan Zhaoge would walk very slowly in it.

Fortunately, there are rituals to guide and guide Yan Zhaoge, so that Yan Zhaoge can keep moving forward at a high speed, but in this way, if he walks in a straight line on the road, Yan Zhaoge can only resist and cannot avoid the oncoming disasters and disasters.

For the sake of speed and efficiency in the early stage, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, with Wuji Tianshu, Fantianshu, Yinyang Tianshu, Tai Chi Yinyang Palm and many others as a foundation, Yan Zhaoge has a very solid accumulation of true energy and strong resilience.

However, the deeper one goes into the deserted sea, the more severe these dangers become.

In the back, the wild fire is rare, but another kind of disaster called black devil is more common.

Instead of gushing out from the white sea, strands of fluffy black mist hover over the sea.

The black mist like ink is more terrifying than the wild fire.

The destructive power it can form is almost comparable to Wu Sheng Jiuzhong, a strong man in the late stage of Xianqiao.

The black mist is like viscous ink, it is difficult to disperse, even if it is temporarily broken, it will definitely reunite soon, and will continue to attack unswervingly.

In every direction, everywhere.

In this way, it was as if many experts from the Ninth Layer of Martial Saints launched a siege together.

Under such an offensive, Yan Zhaoge would not continue to fight foolishly.

He suspended the previous ritual, and instead controlled the speed and direction by himself, moving forward between strands of fluffy black mist.

"No wonder people often say that for warriors on the ground in the southeast Yangtian realm, only the southeast supreme can freely enter and exit here." Ah Hu looked at those black demons seriously: "This place is much stronger than the black nightmare storm in the western great desert of the eight great worlds." Much more terrifying."

Yan Zhaoge said: "That's natural, if a black demon descends on the Eight Great Worlds, I'm afraid the entire Eight Great Worlds will be destroyed."

"My lord..." Ah Hu suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Zhaoge: "Do you think it is possible for a warrior to refine this black demon into his own power?"

At this moment, Ah Hu's face was not as oily and lazy as before, but extremely solemn.

"Why not?" Yan Zhaoge smiled: "Before the Great Destruction, there was a unique art, its name is Fengmo Kuaidao, which is to refine all kinds of dangerous and evil winds and transform them into one's own sword energy. Black Demon Sha is also an option. And it is one of the most difficult and most powerful options."

"However, if you want to refine the Black Demon, you must at least be a Martial Saint who has set foot in the realm of Xianqiao to try."

Ah Hu didn't continue to ask after hearing the words, but looking at his expression, Yan Zhaoge knew that the big man had it in mind.

No matter how dishonest he is in front of Yan Zhaoge, Ah Hu has always cared about martial arts training.

While chatting, the two continued to go deep into the barren sea.

After not knowing how long it took, Yan Zhaoge suddenly saw a sliver of sunlight shining in the dark mist in front of him, like floating clouds covering the sun.

In the sunlight, the figure of a giant bird loomed.

Wu Yu, three legs.