After being trapped in a dangerous place for ten days, Xu Yan began a boring life after refining the Martial God Bullet.

A hurricane will appear every other day. Because of the existence of tree roots, there is a place to shelter. After the wind, the remaining spiritual energy is not easy to waste, so it is all sucked into Xu Yan's left eye.

There is no realm of practice itself, but always practices Fengdian.

Since you can't escape the giant tree even a thousand feet at a time, there is only one way to go before Xu Yan, that is, to thoroughly practice the method of wind escape to the extreme.

When Xu Yan began to practice Feng Xun, Jiang Dachuan, in another cave, slashed the Black Wind Sword with cold eyes, and sword energy rushed towards the restriction, drawing gaps.

He was following the orders of his master and wanted to break the last level of ban.

Xu Yan could find something strange in the ban, and Jiang Dachuan could also see a clue, but he did not have Xu Yan's left eye, so he could not see clearly what was in the ban. He could only constantly break the ban, trying to break it and find an exit after it was broken.

Jiang Dachuan's efforts are destined to be useless. No matter how he slashes, the ban will only have a gap and will heal in an instant.

Fortunately, Jiang Dachuan had magic weapons to resist the emergence of the hurricane, which was much easier than Xu Yan. But even so, after more than ten days of breaking the ban, the leader of the ghost messenger began to get irritated.

A sword with all its strength was cut, and a black light flashed, and a long gap appeared on the ban, which healed instantly.

"What the hell is this kind of ban? I can't break it!"

The angry Jiang Dachuan gave up the act of breaking the ban and began to look for other exits. In the cave where he was, there were huge tree roots between the ban and the stone wall.

With the years and months of Jiang Dachuan's practice, Feng Dun was nothing to him, but when he tried to escape with the roots of the tree, he returned in a mess like Xu Yan.

"I haven't seen the end for thousands of feet, what strange tree?"

After cursing, Jiang Dachuan was unwilling to accept it, and rushed into the tree root with Wind Escape. When Wind Escape exhausted its power, it immediately turned out to be invisible. This time he escaped three thousand feet away, but still couldn't see the end.

The head of the ghost messenger who returned to the cave, his face was terrifyingly cold. At this time, Jiang Dachuan finally confirmed that he was trapped in this place of death.

"Do you force me to use the sixth change..."

The gloomy eyes flashed slightly, and Jiang Dachuan shook his head. The sixth change of the seven transformations of the Tiangui can only master the realm of the Nascent Soul. Although he can barely use it, once he uses it, he will inevitably be backfired by the powerful method.

Thinking of the price of using the Sixth Ghost Path Pantian, Jiang Dachuan's ferocity, he couldn't help but feel heavy.

Temporarily giving up the idea of ​​using the strongest method, Jiang Dachuan began to think about other methods in the cave.

In the third cave, Chu Ling'er, who had been lying in the dark for ten days, was still silent, but strangely, since the first hurricane severely injured her, no strange winds appeared in this cave.

The absence of a terrifying strange wind does not indicate that there is no danger. If Xu Yan was here at this time, he would be able to see a strange black aura with his left eye, hovering above Chu Ling'er's head.

The black air was very subtle, like a small snake, constantly twisting and hovering, one end had already penetrated Chu Ling'er's forehead, and the other end was still outside.

The invasion of black gas was very slow because on Chu Ling'er's back, a dragon-shaped outline was flickering and darker. It was this strange mark that resisted the invasion of black gas.

Every day, the black air will sink into Chu Ling'er's body a little inch. After a year or two, all the black air will inevitably sink into the little princess' head.

In a mysterious and dangerous place, there are three people trapped, and these three people are destined to have different destinies.

Time passed slowly, and the two sects of Yuanying powerful men guarding Qimei Mountain retreated back to the sect after taking back their surviving disciples and elders.

This time the secret realm was opened, some people really obtained the longevity pill, and some people buried their bones in the Moluo Cave. Facing the heavy casualties of the disciples, the Nascent Soul Powers of the Right and Evil Sects no longer had the interest to fight.

The nine longevity pills were taken out of the secret realm by the elders of the good and evil. Unfortunately, among the elders who obtained the longevity pill, there was no ancestor of the Pang family, and the elderly old man never walked out of Qimei Mountain again.

The horses are wrapped in corpses and killed in the battlefield. It is the fate of those generals. The burial of bones and death on the dangerous road is the destination of practitioners.

Although this destination is full of desolation and reluctance, no one can escape it.

Eternal life is the pursuit of practitioners, and it is also the legendary hope to fight against the power of time. It has reproduced and passed down in the world of practice from generation to generation, year to year.

Wow...

Deep in the canyon in the secret realm, heavy rain was still pouring, but a few figures were like wooden sculptures and still motionless.

"It's been half a year..." A slightly tired whisper came from a iron armor.

"No one succeeds, it's another futile." Another iron armor said the same disappointment and low words.

"There is only one layer left, are there no one in your world?" In the rain, a vague tall figure sounded like a bell.

"The human race has more and more food buckets." Another vague figure sneered.

"Next time, it's your turn to heaven." The iron armor on the left spoke again.

"I hope the strong man from Tianbei will not let us down." The iron armor on the right sneered and said, "There is only one last chance left. If you can't break the ban, just wait for Qingzhou to be destroyed!"

Wow...

The rain kept falling, and the figures in the rain disappeared one after another.

The depths of the empty valley were becoming more and more silent, with only the backflow of river water, cold and bone-blazing, with a desperate roar.

...

Gulu.

With the sound of blisters rupturing in the cave, Xu Yan's figure blurred and he quickly walked through the ancient trees.

Ten feet, hundred feet, thousand feet.

Three thousand feet, five thousand feet!

After reaching a distance of five thousand feet, Xu Yan's figure did not move upwards, but fell rapidly, and returned to the dark cave.

A figure appeared on the trunk of the tree, as if it was carved into a wood. The next moment, the figure walked out with a calm expression, and there was no longer the embarrassment he had half a year ago.

After half a year of hard practice, Xu Yan can escape five thousand feet.

Five thousand feet, more than thirty miles!

It is not easy for a practitioner who has just advanced to the Void Pill to escape such a distance at one time. If he practices very young, even a strong man at the peak of Void Pill can't use his escape method for more than sixty miles at one time.

Xu Yan had just formed a golden elixir and was sent to Moro Cave, leaving him with little time to practice. If he had not found a way to hide in a giant tree to avoid the hurricane, he would have to be tired of resisting the hurricane, and he would not be able to improve the wind escape to such an extent in half a year.

But after escaping for five thousand feet, there was still no end to the giant tree.
Chapter completed!