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Chapter 218 Five Hundred Years

A hundred miles away

But cultivators are different. They have great perseverance to become cultivators in the realm of heaven and man. Even if they struggle to walk in the long yellow sand for several months, no one will turn around and return.

With the dust of robbing people's cultivation, more and more monks sacrificed their defensive treasures. They were unwilling to lose their cultivation here so easily, especially in this dangerous and weird ancient continent. Losing their cultivation is basically equivalent to reducing vitality.

Ye Feng stopped, his eyes looked at the endless yellow sand, and he breathed a few breaths in his mouth.

At this moment, Ye Feng's cultivation level was completely lost. The weak true energy in his body showed that he only had the strength of practicing Qi first level, and as Huangsha continued to continue, the true energy of practicing Qi first level would also be lost.

"How is it, Ye Feng, it feels bad to return from a monk to a mortal." Tang He joked on the side. He didn't even have the strength to practice Qi now, and he has completely become a mortal.

"It's really not good." Ye Feng clenched his fists, and a feeling of weakness and power surged into his heart.

"However, it's not completely unrealized. In just a few months, my realm has reached the peak of my out-of-body stage and I can reach the realm of heaven and man at any time."

Tang He stopped and opened his tired eyes: "Those monks who used treasure tools to resist the yellow sand are probably going to taste the consequences now."

"Hmm?" Ye Feng's spiritual sense swept backward

In the distance, a monk who sacrificed his magic weapon to resist the yellow sand was getting deeper and deeper. His legs were already deeply immersed in the yellow sand. Although his cultivation level was still there, the true energy he consumed for every step he took was dozens of times larger than that of ordinary people. But he couldn't stop. Once he stopped, his feet would fall into the yellow sand again.

When the yellow sand was passing through the monk's waist, a strange situation arose. When the monk jumped out again, his entire lower body turned into a yellow clay sculpture, but he himself did not realize it at all.

"Damn it, what's going on? How could my body turn into yellow mud? No, not only my body, but my soul also turns into yellow mud." A cultivator in the Heavenly Realm said in fear.

"My feet have also turned into yellow mud. Oops, we can't use our true energy anymore, otherwise we will sink deeper and deeper," another monk who was in the situation shouted in horror.

Seeing this, the monks with their feet stuck in the yellow sand were so scared that they quickly took back their magic weapon and gave up using their true energy.

But it seemed too late to do this. Huangsha did not give up swallowing them because they regained their true energy. The decline still existed, as if a powerful hand grabbed his foot and pulled it down.

"Ah so unwilling to accept it. My hero has been buried in this yellow sand so easily." A monk was finally wiped over his head by the yellow sand. After a reluctant roar, his whole person turned into a clay sculpture and gradually fell into the yellow sand. The arm that he was unwilling to extend was also gradually buried by the yellow sand.

"Dead" Ye Feng frowned

Tang He nodded: "Yes, when they used magic weapons to resist the yellow sand, this result was already destined, and I saw their fate in my eyes."

A pair of destiny pupils projected a river of destiny, and countless figures flashed inside, including the monk just now.

"So can you see through my destiny?" Ye Feng continued walking, his slender figure isolated in the long yellow sand

Tang He was slightly stunned, and he smiled immediately, moving his body continued to walk: "You are the person who steps on the river of destiny. Destiny is full of variables for you. Of course, my cultivation level cannot see through it."

The sound was quiet, and Ye Feng in the distance seemed to have not heard it, and continued walking.

Watching his companions ruthlessly fall into the yellow sand, a sense of fear surges into everyone's hearts. Those who sacrificed their magic weapons seemed destined to die here. No one could escape from it sooner or later.

"I have been living all the time, how can I be willing to turn into yellow sand here?" A Taoist from the realm of Heaven and Man roared, and his whole body soared into the sky like crazy, and wanted to fly out of this yellow sand

"Woo woo" like a baby's crying yellow wind swept through

A wind vortex appeared. Although the Taoist sacrificed several defensive treasures, including many of the best treasures, the ending was still so miserable. A pinch of yellow sand fell with the wind.

Another cultivator in the realm of Heaven and Man died

At this point, no monk felt that he was taking risks. They would rather persevere on the ground, at least they could live for a few more years when they walked on the ground.

"Elder Jin, I don't think I can get out of here anymore. I hope Elder Jin will return this storage ring to Lingmufeng. It can be considered as a wish for me." Mu Lingzi's body was like a sinking in the yellow sand, and he was gradually turning into a clay sculpture.

Elder Jin's calm result of the storage ring, without saying a word, keep moving forward

"Oh, I didn't expect Mu Lingzi to die in this yellow sand." Yao Taoist took out a loaded gourd, swallowed it a few times, and recovered his strength

"A person who cultivates immortals is either immortality or dies suddenly. What's the point of sighing?" Chu Tianlong's eyes were firm, and his golden robe was shining in this yellow sand, like a dazzling golden star, which was impossible to ignore.

"What are the immortals who cultivate immortality? We are all mortals now. You might as well take a few steps if you have the strength to speak. This yellow sand is boundless. We have not walked out until now. If this continues, even if it is not, I am afraid it will collapse." Fairy Huanmeng was sweating profusely. She was also cut off by the yellow sand. She became an ordinary person. It was very difficult to walk.

Yao Taoist laughed and said, "As long as the realm is still there, you can practice your cultivation sooner or later. If it weren't for this mentality, we would have been buried in the yellow sand long ago."

Fairy Huanmeng gritted her teeth: "The ancient continent was already full of crisis, and now that it has lost its cultivation level, if there is some situation at that time, I'm afraid there is not even the power to resist, and you are not worried at all."

"Ye Feng is walking fast. He could still appear in his spiritual consciousness before. This month has passed and there is no shadow." Yao Taoist murmured to himself as he looked into the distance.

Yellow sand follows the wind, monks bury white bones

This trip took five hundred years, and the five hundred years were filled with loneliness and loneliness

Every monk is tired, loneliness is enough to make people crazy

There are many crazy monks, but they all died

"Finally, I'm out"

At the end of the desolate desert, there is a white continent. When he stepped on the hard ground, Ye Feng's heart seemed to wake up suddenly

At this moment, Tang He, Hongluan, Gongzi Gao, Xiao Jinghong, the real person in South China is almost the same as the Bailing woman beside him, and the three Biyu Xing Tianxing Sect, who have walked out of the desert. Ye Feng is just a few hours ahead. He takes a break and has passed.

"It's been five hundred years, and it's been five hundred years." Tang He's voice was filled with a hint of desolation. He stepped on the hard red ground, and he couldn't express his feelings.

Before everyone could breathe well, the scene in front of them surprised everyone again

This continent is not white at all. The white face is a bone that penetrates the sky and the earth.

The bones are as thick as mountains and tall as the sky. Each one radiates bright light completely covers the originally slightly red rocky ground.

"These skeletons are all three thousand races that died in ancient times. The giant skeleton on the left has wings on the back and has two horns on the head. It is a demon race. This race is also very powerful. It once fought hundreds of battles with the ancient ancestors without losing." The emperor's aura scattered on the body of the young masters has become restrained after five hundred years of influence, and almost blended into every move.

"That's the emperor of the Luosha clan, the Rakshasa King. Each Rakshasa King has at least two levels higher than that of the fake immortal. I didn't expect that they could see their remains here." Young Master Gao seemed to be very familiar with the Three Thousand Races. Any dry bone could recognize that it was.

"Let's go, these dead bones have been dead for no less than a million years, and there is nothing to be left behind. The real useful thing must be in the center of the battlefield."

Young Master Gao is just an ordinary person now, and he doesn't even reply to his cultivation level and goes forward.

Xiao Jinghong looked at a place, and the long sword on his waist was held in his hand at some point, and walked in the chosen direction without saying a word.

Tang He's pair of fate's eyes flashed with the light of fate for a long time. Suddenly, he smiled and walked in one direction.

"It seems that they have all encountered their own opportunities, so I am so envious." The real person in South China carried his beloved disciple Bai Ling on his back, and his old face showed infinite love.

Bai Ling slept with no reaction

"My friend Ye Feng, if you want to seize the opportunity, take advantage of the present. Finally, you can walk out of the yellow sand. Don't waste it in vain." The real person in South China smiled, and he continued to walk forward with Bai Ling on his back.

Ye Feng stood still, his blue eyes were as calm as the sea, without any slight turmoil

After five hundred years of walking, he gained a lot. His realm has naturally broken through to the realm of heaven and man. Once he practices, he will only take more than ten days to become a master of the realm of heaven and man, and he will live for 100,000 years at the same time.

"The aura of the Nether Snake appears again, right on this ancient battlefield." Ye Feng remained silent, his pace still towards the east

Ye Feng also did not stop to restore his cultivation, but walked step by step

He felt that restoring his cultivation in front of him was a waste of time. If he didn't do it well, he would waste an opportunity in vain. This feeling was very wonderful, but Ye Feng firmly believed it

"Who is it? Step into this battlefield that burys our bodies"

"Wife, you are not worthy of trampling on our bones"

"Get out, get out,"

"Go roll"

The will in front of the master remained in each bone, and this will exploded completely with the stranger's intrusion. The earth-shaking thoughts and the ambition that almost dared to fight with the sky were just left, but they could easily destroy the will of a monk.

"Fortunately, I have not cultivated into the soul, otherwise I will be beaten by this will, even if the soul is not broken, I will still be devilish and be confused."

There was a trace of sweat on Ye Feng's forehead. The sweat was crystal clear, like the sap was about to reveal, with a strong fragrance.

Ye Feng has now cultivated the golden bones and is no longer a mortal body. Can every drop of sweat and hair be a treasure? Otherwise, the body of an immortal is too worthless

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