my universal tinder

Chapter 280 Another Awakening

Wasteland!

For Wang Qiong, this is an unfamiliar word, such a strange place name is not even recorded in the ancient books of the Guangming Academy.

"Mr. Donkey, why is your face so green?" Wang Qiong's heart skipped a beat.

Although he didn't know what this place was, Master Donkey's face told him that this place didn't seem to be a good place.

"Can you feel the presence of spiritual energy?" Master Donkey asked.

Wang Qiong froze for a moment, and immediately sensed, his face changed completely in an instant.

"Donkey, how come..." Wang Qiong was dumbfounded.

Between heaven and earth, even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy could not be sensed.

In other words, there is no aura in this place, such an incredible reality subverts Wang Qiong's cognition.

You must know that aura is born with the heaven and the earth, and it is everywhere.

For monks, aura is a high-level energy, which can only be perceived by stepping into the Yuanyuan Realm, and the monks refine it to practice.

Therefore, in ancient times, the Buyuan Realm was known as the food qi and bigu, and the gods did not die.

However, the world where Wang Qiong and the others are located has no spiritual energy?
"Not only is there no spiritual energy here, there is no food!" Lord Donkey told a cruel fact again.

"Are you kidding me!?" Wang Qiong was stunned.

Yuanbujing is also a human being, and even needs energy supplementation more than ordinary people. After all, the condensed fire has surpassed the life form of ordinary people, let alone they have crossed the fire.

The reason why you can live without food is because you can replenish aura.

This ghostly place doesn't even have aura, so naturally it needs more food.

Ordinary food is not good, and the energy conversion is too low, which cannot satisfy the operation of body functions and the cultivation of fire.

Unless it is exotic rice like Huangtian Jade Rice, or food such as spiritual grass, monster meat, etc.

"Do you think I look like I'm joking?" Lord Donkey said angrily.

Wasteland is a land that is abandoned and exiled.

This place is like being cursed, any life form has the risk of being infected, and once it is really infected, terrible changes will occur.

"A terrible change!?" The fat man swallowed and interrupted, "For example?"

Master Donkey glanced at him: "Everything you can imagine!"

"Those mutated lives cannot be used as food, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what will happen?" Wang Qiong asked.

"You will be like them, and this curse-like infection will irreparably damage the fire." Lord Donkey lowered his voice.

The infected monster meat is more terrifying than poison.

Especially for monks who have condensed the fire, once they can't bear the hunger and eat that kind of meat, not only will they be infected, but the fire will also mutate and become a monster.

"Then aren't we in danger..." Wang Qiong's expression changed suddenly.

Now he finally knows what kind of ghostly place this is. If they stay here, maybe they will all be infected, become monsters, and stay on this land forever.

"Once the fire is condensed, the probability of direct infection is extremely low, unless you eat the infected monster meat." Master Lu said.

Tinder, it seems, is naturally able to resist this curse-like infection.

However, it is different if it is a secondary infection.

The so-called secondary infection is indirect infection through mutated monsters or plants.

It seems that this curse-like infection mutated and sublimated after being transformed by the medium.

The fire at this time has become extremely fragile and almost irresistible.

"How can there be such a ghost place? Even if we don't become monsters, we will starve to death here." The fat man wailed.

The fat all over his body trembled.

Without aura, without food, as the primordial replenishment realm, their fire will gradually wither, and they will even be so hungry that they will absorb their bodies as nutrients, and their fate will be even more miserable than ordinary people.

With the amount of food and consumption of the fat man, if he starved to death, he might as well become a monster!

"Look quickly, how much food is left!" Master Donkey urged.

To survive in the wasteland, food is everything.

Here, any survival resource is extremely precious.

Wang Qiong hurriedly opened the fire ring to see how many resources it could support.

"Ma De, Tianwang Mountain is almost exhausted." Wang Qiong cursed secretly.

He regretted that he didn't have time to take away the fire ring that killed Mo Han and Ye Tian.

"I don't have much left. I still have 500 catties of Huangtian jade rice, 90 roots of spiritual ginseng, 30 pieces of dried cold soul ice marrow, and 20 packs of sweetheart dragon crystal sticks..."

Wang Qiong counted it, and there was not much left that could be eaten. If he was alone, he might be able to last for eight or nine days.

There are quite a lot of unscrupulous snacks, all of which were bought by Luo Qingyuan for him, and many of them are Luo Qingyuan's favorites, which are indispensable to have on hand on weekdays.

"I still have 800 jin of imperial jade rice, 80 jin of dried fire-mane horse meat, 60 jin of white jade pork skin, and 120 jin of dried eight-finned icetail fish..."

Fatty's inventory is quite a lot, besides the imperial jade rice, all kinds of monster meat jerky add up to more than 3000 catties.

Master Donkey took an inventory, and his face was a little ugly.

"Save some food, enough for us to live for half a month!"

"Fuck...Mr. Donkey, you are too unreliable. Why did you send us to such a ghostly place?" Wang Qiong couldn't help but said.

With a glance at him, the world was boundless, not to mention half a month, even if he was given half a year, he might not be able to get out of this wasteland.

The most important thing is that there are still various dangers along the way. Once a battle occurs, the energy will be consumed violently. If there is no food supplement, you will die faster.

"It was purely a mistake. It should have been disturbed by the Palace of Light." Master Donkey said with great certainty.

He flapped his ears and glanced at Wang Qiong.

"Even if you go out, what can you do? I'm afraid the Temple of Light is looking for you all over the world."

Wang Qiong's heart skipped a beat.

What Lord Donkey said made sense, this time at the First King's Sacrifice, he caused a great uproar, and I am afraid that Guangming Palace even has the heart to dig his ancestral grave.

If you go out at this time, you will definitely become the target of public criticism.

"If you come, you will be safe, boy, come with me..."

Master Donkey looked at the thunderclouds pressing down on his head, and walked towards the distance with his hooves.

"Where are we going?" Wang Qiong asked.

"Find a way to survive first!"

Lord Donkey whispered, his voice drowned out by the raging thunder.

Wang Qiong and Fatty looked at each other, and could only bite the bullet and follow.

……

In the wasteland, there is only endless barrenness.

Wang Qiong, Fatty and Donkey walked for seven days and found nothing.

Here, physical strength is exhausted faster, and there is not much food left that was originally planned for half a month.

The most unlucky thing was that they encountered a mutated monster on the way.

For the first time in his life, Wang Qiong saw such a strange monster, with bone wings on his back, and human-like weapons evolved in his hands, with a knife and a sword, and even hidden killer moves.

Relying on the sharpness of the Black Dragon Saber and the physical strength of his body, Wang Qiong finally exhausted him to death.

This monster weighs at least six or seven hundred catties, but it's a pity that it has already mutated and cannot be eaten at all.

Just when Wang Qiong felt it was a pity, Mr. Donkey's words were poured from head to tail like a pot of cold water.

"This is human!"

"What?" Both Wang Qiong and Fatty exclaimed, as if they didn't hear clearly.

"Here, if human beings can't resist the infection, they will become such monsters." The donkey looked at the corpse lying in the sand dune indifferently, and said lightly: "This man is hungry and crazy, and he ate the mutated monster meat. , so it became like this.”

As he spoke, Mr. Donkey continued walking without looking back. The strong smell of blood would soon attract monsters.

"Master Donkey, where did these people come from?" Wang Qiong couldn't help asking.

He really couldn't imagine why there were traces of humans in such a desperate ruins.

"Some were exiled, and some have lived here for generations..." Master Donkey didn't elaborate.

The wasteland is very mysterious, it has existed for a very long time, and there are different opinions about its origin.

"What would happen if ordinary people survived the infection?" the fat man asked.

The donkey suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Awaken Tinder!"

(End of this chapter)