Lin Yun looked up with his bamboo hat on, and saw that they were people from the Eastern Wasteland Holy Land, including the Ming Sect, Wan Lei Sect, Tian Yan Sect, as well as people from the Shinto Pavilion and Shenhuang Mountain.
They came together, probably hoping to form an alliance in the Tianxu wasteland across the river. After all, many people from outside the Eastern Wasteland came this time.
The first few people seem to be young, but without exception, they all have holy realm cultivation.
Lin Yun, wearing a bamboo hat, looked up and saw Ji Zixi among them.
She was dazzling and had a sacred aura about her, and several young people from other holy places were trying to please her when they were around her.
The Yanlong River is very dangerous. Once you fly over it, you will feel huge pressure, and if you touch the magma in the river, you will die instantly.
There is an extremely terrifying dragon flame in the magma, which seems to be contaminated with divinity. Even the strong ones in the holy realm cannot resist it.
Many people were stopped here, unable to think of a way to cross the river.
The major holy places came clearly prepared. They were not nervous and just asked a few old men to explore the details of the river.
"Young Master, the entire Yanlong River contains the bones of an ancient Yanlong. Therefore, the power of the dragon is extremely terrifying. If you want to cross the river, you must block the power of the dragon."
"Otherwise, once caught in the river, even a holy monk would have a hard time saving his life."
An old man in golden clothes said to a young man with a respectful expression.
The young man had an extraordinary bearing, a restrained holy light, and an intimidating edge in his eyes.
This person is none other than the young master of Mingzong, Huang Jingyu.
He looks very young, but in fact he is over a hundred years old and has the cultivation level of a second-level Saint King.
Even in this day and age, being able to become a saint at the age of more than a hundred years old is considered to be the best among people.
Next to him, the young man in purple is the Holy Lord Tiankui of the Wan Lei Sect. He is the youngest Holy Lord of the Wan Lei Sect in hundreds of years. He has reached the level of a Holy Lord before he is a hundred years old.
To Huang Jingyu's right is a swordsman in red, who doesn't look very old.
It is Liu Yunlan of the Tianyan Sect, who is known as the Holy Lord Yunlan and has extremely high attainments in swordsmanship.
The three of them are all powerful and handsome, especially Huang Jingyu, who is the most outstanding in terms of status and talent.
In comparison, the young man in black who headed the Shinto Pavilion seemed quite low-key.
This person was clearly Qu Wushuang, who had once met Lin Yun, and was the young master Wushuang who had once provoked him in the Tiandao Sect.
He was born in an extraordinary Kagura family. In his early years, he acted in a high-profile manner and was known as Mr. Wushuang. He was very popular in the Eastern Wasteland.
But since I went to Tiandao Sect, my temperament has changed and I have become extremely low-key, instead of the usual publicity.
Now, I don't know what kind of fate, I actually reached the holy realm, which is amazing.
"Wushuang, this river shouldn't be a problem for you, you can even carry the sky fire from the Shinto Pavilion." Huang Jingyu invited Qu Wushuang with a smile on his face.
"No one has been able to pass the final level of the Babel Tower in the Shinto Pavilion for hundreds of years because the sky fire is difficult to defeat." Liu Yunlan of the Tianyan Sect said.
Holy Lord Tiankui of Wanlei Sect also took over the conversation and said with a smile: "Master Wushuang, please don't be humble. This is an opportunity for the little princess to show off your talents."
Ji Zixi's eyes flashed with displeasure. She hated people calling her little princess, but she was never a princess.
Qu Wushuang smiled modestly and said: "Seeing that the three of you are well-informed, I'm afraid they already have a way to deal with it. There is really no need to embarrass others with my tricks."
When Huang Jingyu and the others saw what he said, they smiled and did not comment.
Although the three of them are all very young, they can be called dragons and phoenixes among men, and they became saints early on.
But compared to Qu Wushuang, after all, he is not young enough, and he deliberately tests his weakness and makes him suffer a little.
Seeing that he was sensible enough to give some face to a few people, I didn't say much.
Saint Yunlan said: "If you want to cross this river, you cannot fight against the dragon's power. The more you fight against the dragon's power, the more powerful it becomes, and the power of the dragon's flame will skyrocket."
"The previous saint kings just flew over with the dragon's power, so they all died miserably."
"Just walk there honestly, or swim there. No matter how hard it is to take a boat or a secret treasure, you can get there smoothly."
As expected, these three people did have a way to deal with it.
"I'll go first."
Huang Jingyu smiled, he rose up in the air, and jumped directly towards the Yanlong River that swallowed up several Saint Lords.
There was an instant exclamation, but before the exclamation subsided, he was seen standing firmly on the river surface and rising and falling with the magma.
Only then did everyone realize that the sun and moon were rotating under Huang Jingyu's feet, like a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, carrying him speeding towards the other side.
Whoops!
The sound of breaking through the air came, and the rest of Mingzong's men followed closely behind, with yin and yang scrolls rising under their feet, and their bodies blooming with holy brilliance.
They were like bright lights, crossing the river without any trouble.
"As expected of Mingzong!"
"Now it seems that Mingzong is the number one holy land in the Eastern Wasteland, and Tiandaozong is a joke."
"The Tiandao Sect has a false name, but the truth is still stronger than the Ming Sect."
Many monks on the shore were talking about it.
Mingzong has been very popular recently, and many people want to get on this big ship, and they highly praise it in words.
The people of Tianyan Sect also began to cross the river. Their method of crossing the river was very simple. They used their swords as boats, stepped on them, and rode the wind and waves.
The people of Wan Lei Sect did not hesitate to give in, and took out a secret treasure, a silver boat, which gathered bright thunder light, covered everyone and roared away.
When the other monks saw this, they suddenly realized it and imitated it one after another.
Instead of fighting against the dragon's power in the river, he let the dragon's power fall on him and crossed the river with various secret treasures.
This method is indeed safe, but there are secret treasures for unlucky people who cannot withstand the burning of magma in the river and fall into the river while shouting.
"Miss Zixi, do you want to cross the river together?" Qu Wushuang came over and looked at Ji Zixi with bright and hot eyes.
His pursuit of Bai Shuying was frustrated, and his personality became much lower-key, but he was also dull for a long time.
Until she met Ji Zixi, the little princess of Shenhuang Mountain, she fell in love with her irrevocably and hopelessly.
Sorry Bai Shuying, Ji Zixi is my true love!
There won't be any playboys coming to cause trouble this time, right?
Qu Wushuang had a smile on his face and looked suave, with expectations in his eyes.
"We appreciate Mr. Wushuang's kindness, but we at Shenhuang Mountain have our own way of crossing the river."
Before Ji Zixi could speak, a white-haired old man beside her ruthlessly rejected her.
Ji Zixi looked at him and said: "How can the phoenix be afraid of the dragon?"
I saw this group of people from Shenhuang Mountain rising into the sky one after another, each of them releasing bright flames.
There were phoenixes in the sky and the earth. The figures on Shenhuang Mountain were like phoenixes flying directly over the Yanlong River. The power of the divine phoenix directly smashed the dragon power of the ancient Yanlong.
Thousands of feet of river surface can be crossed so easily.
"Domineering!"
Xiao Bingfeng smiled in the Ziyuan Secret Realm and said: "This is the style I should have as a descendant of the Phoenix God Clan. I like this girl a little bit."
Lin Yun ignored it. He wanted to see how Qu Wushuang crossed the river.
What kind of fate did this guy have to step into the holy realm? Times have really changed.
Not only was Qu Wushuang not disappointed, but he became more and more fascinated. He waited until Ji Zixi could no longer be seen before he looked back.
This is the woman I, Qu Wushuang, want to marry!
"Sir, it's time to cross the river."
Everyone in the Shinto Pavilion reminded.
"Let's go."
Qu Wushuang smiled calmly and looked calm.
Obviously he had already thought of a countermeasure, and his previous answer was just to hide his clumsiness.
Keeping a low profile is the way to go. I really need to thank the beautician for this lesson, otherwise I wouldn't be as good as I am now.
Qu Wushuang secretly said something in his mind, and then led everyone to the river. A group of holy kings from the Shinto Pavilion took out their pens and ink and began to smear each other.
The ink they use is refined from the blood of various holy beasts, and the pens they use are also Xingyao Sacred Artifacts.
They drew various holy patterns on each other's bodies for half a stick of incense, and dozens of layers of holy patterns were stacked on each person's body.
"What should we do now?" A sage asked.
"Swim over." Qu Wushuang smiled faintly.
Then this group of people actually jumped into the river and swam towards the other side using the most primitive method.
I have to say, this scene is really breathtaking.
I can only say that I admire you, but I can’t learn from you!
"Fortunately, the people from Shenhuang Mountain didn't agree, otherwise the little princess would have to swim over like Qu Wushuang."
"This was prescient."
Beside Lin Yun, several holy monks were chatting and laughing, and using their own methods to swim towards the other side.
"This guy really surprised me." Lin Yun said with a smile.
"How did you get there?" Xiao Bingfeng said.
"Just jump over there."
Lin Yun found a place with few people, came to the shore, took a deep breath, and then jumped up.
"The phoenix is not afraid of the power of the dragon, so what should I be afraid of with my blue dragon divine body?"
Lin Yun chuckled, and easily smashed the ancient flame dragon's dragon power in mid-air. The waves rising from the river quickly hit the dragon flames.
He was more casual, stepped on the waves with his toes, and reached the shore with a few ups and downs at a faster speed.
"I was tricked by this guy."
Little Bingfeng secretly said in the secret realm of Ziyuan.
"Not quite right."
After landing, Lin Yun looked back and whispered to himself.
Although he didn't master the art of space, his physical skills touched a little bit. When he looked back, the space seemed to be folded together.
As a result, there was so much fog above the Yanlong River that it looked quite strange.
However, stepping into the ruins of Tianxu was a narrow escape. Lin Yun only remembered this strange thing in his heart without any intention of shrinking back.
Lin Yun withdrew his gaze and walked forward. Not long after, he encountered various blood crows.
Some blood crows have even condensed into human form, with extremely terrifying strength and unusually high intelligence.
This Tianxu wasteland is extremely vast, and the space seems to be distorted by some kind of force. It is extremely weird and full of dangers.
Half a month later, Lin Yun and Xiao Bingfeng took action at the same time and finally captured a humanoid blood crow.
"Is there really a divine corpse in the Tianxu wasteland?"
Lin Yun stopped him and asked for information.
Blood Crow is a young man who calls himself Ji Feng. He looks weird and smiles: "Oh, this is natural, otherwise where would our group of Blood Crows come from?"
"Where is the divine corpse?"
Xiao Bingfeng looked fierce and asked: "If you don't tell me, I will burn you into a roasted crow and eat you directly!"
Blood Crow Ji Feng smiled disdainfully and said: "In this Tianxu wasteland, we are all immortal, you can't threaten me. I'm not sure whether you dare to eat Blood Crow, but I have eaten many people, you
A little girl like this is the best."
He was very unconvinced. He was a first-level Saint King, but he was defeated by a Half-Saint and a little girl, so his attitude was extremely stubborn.
"How dare you underestimate this emperor!"
Xiao Bingfeng suddenly became angry and quickly took action. The mark between his eyebrows bloomed and locked the latter with divine patterns.
There are two divine patterns between her eyebrows, one is the blue dragon divine pattern, and the other is the ice phoenix divine pattern. Both are innate divine patterns with extremely terrifying power.
But Jifeng Blood Crow screamed, but he just didn't want to tell where the divine mark was.
"Lin Yun, this guy is so annoying, just eat it." Xiao Bingfeng said angrily.
"If you can make it into an orb of sin, it would taste quite good." Lin Yun took the words and said casually.
When the Ji Feng Blood Crow heard the Orb of Sin, his expression suddenly changed, and he could only pretend to be calm.
"Orb of Sin, what is this?" he asked pretending to be stupid.
When Lin Yun saw this, he suddenly understood.
The blood crows in the Tianxu wasteland may have completely different origins from the blood crows in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tombs.
The Tianxu Blood Crow seems to really be able to be reborn, so it is not afraid of the threat of death at all.
"This is it."
Lin Yun took out an unused Orb of Sin, handed it to the other party and said.
This Orb of Sin was transformed by the Blood Crow King of the Valley of Ten Thousand Tombs after his death.
But it seems that the Blood Crow here will not turn into the Orb of Sin after death, but will be reborn in some way.
Lin Yun looked relaxed, scaring the other party that the orb of sin was refined by himself.
The Blood Crow, who called himself Ji Feng, suddenly started to tremble with fear.
"How could you...have such a method?" He looked at Lin Yun with a horrified expression and said tremblingly: "This is a heretic and a demonic method. You...at first glance, you are from a well-known and upright family."
Xiao Bingfeng smiled and said: "You are wrong about this. He is a righteous scum. People in the world call him the Saint Killer. He destroys flowers with his razor-sharp hands. He destroyed too many flowers, so he is called the Flower Buryer. It can be said that he does all kinds of evil in the world.
The biggest scumbag, he is master of all kinds of magic tricks, no matter what."
Ji Feng's face changed with fright. When he heard about the young man who buried the beauty, his eyes became even more frightened. He trembled and said, "Are you the young master who buried the beauty?"
Xiao Bingfeng suddenly became happy and said with a smile: "I didn't scare you, did I? Hurry up and recruit me. Where is the corpse? If you really don't want to point me in the direction, it's okay."
"Say it."
Lin Yun directly crushed the Orb of Sin in front of him and said with an indifferent expression.
The blood crow Ji Feng finally despaired and laughed a little crazy: "Where is the divine corpse? Hahaha, you actually asked where the divine corpse is... aren't you in the divine corpse now!"
