God Of Martial Arts

How vast the wasteland is, surrounded by the eight barren areas, only by crossing this wasteland can we really step into the eight wasteland. We can imagine how vast the wasteland is.

Although there may be many barren sails to cross the wild sea at the same time, compared with the vastness of the whole sea, these ships are as small as a drop in the ocean.

Therefore, Lin Feng, who was galloping over the wasteland sea, saw only the vast sea, constantly experiencing the impact of the desolate breath, but could not see any trace of the wild sails.

The light column on the body is slowly eroded by the breath of desolation, and it will disappear sooner or later.

Lin Feng looks far away, but he can't see hope. Now all he can do is rely on luck.

"Hiss!" A slight sound came out, which made Lin Feng's face coagulate. Then he saw a black spot flash away in his side direction, and instantly disappeared in the same place. It was even more terrifying than Lin Feng's speed. He kept pulling away from him, as if he would soon disappear.

"So fast, it must be a terrible strong man." Lin Feng looked at the fleeting figure, and his expression solidified. This is the real strength, not with the help of external forces like him. If he had such means, he would not have to worry about so much. He would have crossed the wasteland with his own strength.

Lin Feng slightly adjusted the direction of the point, toward the direction of the far away black shadow in the past, since the strong man can cross the wild sea, his direction should be very accurate.

However, Lin Feng found that he was soon dumped, the shadow of the other side completely disappeared in his sight, and he was the only one left in the vast and endless sea.

"Well?" At this time, Lin Feng's eyes suddenly became stiff, staring at the distance.

Land, he saw land!

To be more precise, it's a desert island.

"I hope this island can survive." Lin Feng flies towards the desert island, which is a desolate and uninhabited island. Although it is extremely vast, it is only a piece of barren land, even if the grass and trees are not living. Even the slopes on the desert island present the color of dead darkness, as if it were a dead island.

Lin Feng's steps stepped onto the desert island, standing on the island, involuntarily gave birth to a sense of loneliness, desolate, dead, surrounded by the sea, there is no life.

The light column on his body slowly disappeared, Lin Feng stood quietly on a slope, a wisp of desolation invaded, with the breath of desolation, dead, destroyed and old.

Lin Feng felt the desolate breath quietly. If it took a long time, I'm afraid he would grow old or die slowly.

Lin Feng went up the slope towards the center of the desert island. Sure enough, he was far away from the wild sea. The smell of desolation gradually weakened.

But at this time, the center of the desert island, suddenly spread a terrible breath of wilderness, let Lin Feng all over a tight.

"What's going on?" Lin Feng's eyes were stiff. How could this desolate spirit come from the center of the desert island.

His eyes twinkled, and Lin Feng stepped toward the center of the desert island, wondering what was going on.

With Lin Feng's step out, the breath of desolation is more and more powerful, and the breath of desolation is very pure and single.

The atmosphere of the wild sea is mixed, which makes people destroy, kill, corrode people's skin and cannibalism.

However, the air of desolation is different from the complicated one. It is pure and powerful with the desolation of time.

"It is what refines this desolate breath to such purity." Lin Feng secretly said in his heart that his speed became slow down, and he did not dare to be too fast. The smell of desolation invaded him and made him feel that he was growing old, and this feeling became stronger and stronger as he approached the central area of the desert island.

Finally, Lin Feng found the source of the breath of desolation. In the middle of the remote slope, the famine of years came from there.

When Lin Feng's eyes see there, the heart is fierce a tremor, is unable to calm down.

"It's him!" Lin Feng stares at it, and there is a black figure sitting there, quietly practicing. This man should be the strong man Lin Feng met when he was flying in the sky not long ago. Unexpectedly, he is not going to cross the wild sea, but to practice on this desert island.

"It's so powerful to extract the desolate years from the desolate breath of the wild sea, and comprehend it in yourself, so that it can become one's own magical means." Lin Feng was frightened. It turned out that she could still do this.

This is the difference between the strong and the weak. Many people are extremely afraid of the wild sea. However, some people practice with the help of the breath of the wild sea. This is the gap, the gap between genius and ordinary people.

Lin Feng also found that around the dark shadow, some trees were planted. The vitality of these trees was extremely strong, and the breath of barren years made the trees grow up slowly.

"What kind of tree is this?" Lin Feng felt that it was an eye opener. The trees planted here were eroded by the atmosphere of the barren years. They did not grow old and wither quickly, but grew slowly. The visible number of tree rings must be very terrible and can grow for a long time.What's more, it seems that the strong man deliberately transplanted this kind of trees. These trees themselves are very precious treasures.

Lin Feng suddenly thought of the magic Bodhi. In the valley of death where the three living evil emperors lived, there was a magic Bodhi born. Now the strong man transplanted trees here and practiced. Is it also to make the trees bear special fruits?

Lin Feng is watching here. He should know about the terrible strength of the strong man in black. However, he still sits there with his knees crossed. He does not move. The breath of the desolate years spreads out. It seems that there is no Lin Feng at all.

For such a strong man, as long as the outside world does not interfere with him, he simply ignores it and is lazy to pay attention to it.

The atmosphere of the desolate years continued to spread out and became more and more intense. Lin Feng only felt that he was going to age slowly. He couldn't help but retreat and keep away from this side.

Even when the other party is practicing, he can't bear the desolate breath released. If the other party directly acts on him with his understanding of the profound meaning of the barren years, he is afraid that his body will age rapidly until he dies.

Lin Feng retreated to a far away place, until the barren years did not affect him, he did not stop.

Looking at this piece of desert island, Lin Feng can't help but fall into meditation. Now he wants to wait for the wild sail to pass by. I'm afraid it's very difficult for him to save himself.

"Since the man can understand the power of the waste, why can't I? If I also understand the power of the waste, can I not be eroded by the waste sea?" Lin Feng secretly asked himself that if he could resist the power of the wild sea, he would be able to defend the sky alone and cross the wild sea.

However, this breath of desolation is unique in the wild sea. It is too difficult to be eroded by it. With his current cultivation, it is not known how long it will take him to achieve it.

Take out the Snow Demon tower, Lin Feng will let poor Qi out.

Poor huge eyes first looked around, whispered: "good luck, you found a desert island."

"Good luck?" Lin Feng some depressed way: "this desert island is surrounded by the wild sea, we can't fly, I don't know how long we'll be trapped, you bastard even said good luck."

"What's more, the desert island will also be eroded by the power of the wilderness. I don't know what will happen in the future."

The poor and strange eyes twinkled and glared at Lin Feng and said, "if it wasn't for you, how could there be such a situation? It's better to die on this desert island than to die in the wild sea."

"Is there no other way?" Lin Feng said to poor Qi.

"Is there any way to wait for the barren sails here? Maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years, even when others are not willing to take you."

"If I understand the power of famine, can I cross the sea with my own strength?" Lin Feng asked to poor Qi, let poor Qi look a stiff.

Understand the power of the wild sea? Crossing the wasteland with the cultivation of tianwu?

Even if poor and strange, but also by Lin Feng this sentence asked, will there be such a possibility?