Chapter 12 Dangerous Land

The tragedy of the ancient war can be seen from those immortal marks. However, the real situation and its tragic situation of the ancient war are even worse than what the king Lintian sees now.

In his eyes, his eyes were scattered, and Jun Lintian was immersed in a mysterious feeling. At this moment, he seemed to be in the ancient battle. He saw the boundless darkness, and the heaven and the earth were full of depraved breath, swords and shadows, and battles intersect, constantly flashing in Jun Lintian's eyes.

Jun Lintian saw an ancient warrior fall into a pool of blood. Jun Lintian felt countless powerful breath of terror. Even with his own strength now, he is not the enemy of a move.

Those vague figures are really too powerful. This is the idea that flashes in Jun Lintian's mind.

I don't know how long it has been. Jun Lintian's forehead has sweated. He took a deep breath, and then he muttered to himself in a low voice: "The abyss of the wilderness has been penetrated. What kind of force has this has penetrated the abyss of the wilderness? And what does it look like in the abyss of famine? Demon? What the hell is that?"

Jun Lintian sighed, but in this empty world, there was an extremely dangerous feeling. Jun Lintian felt that he was like a boat sailing in the stormy waves, which could sink at any time.

Raising his position to the peak, Jun Lintian once again took his steps. He walked deeper. Along the way, Jun Lintian saw too many white bones and rotten magic soldiers. However, even if you were invincible in the world in the past, what a generation of proud you were. In the end, it just turned into one. The loess drowned in the years and poured on this desolate land.

"Have all the gods fallen?" Jun Lintian walked on the desolate land. He looked up at the dark void and muttered to himself in a low voice. At this time, a word on the cliff suddenly echoed in Jun Lintian's mind.

"God said that we will all die just to wait for the day of rebirth!"

"What did God say? Rebirth?" Jun Lintian muttered to himself in a low voice. In the dark, Jun Lintian felt that this sentence had an extraordinary meaning, but when Jun Lintian studied deeply, he felt a hazy haze covering his sight, could not see the way forward, and could not understand the meaning of this sentence.

The heaven and earth are still desolate, and Jun Lintian is still taking his own steps, but along the way, Jun Lintian has died. Just as Jun Lintian felt the inability to dry blood stains on the earth, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the void, and the gloomy wind roared, in which the horror made people's hair numb. If only Horror is okay, but there is a power of extreme yin in the wind, which can only be formed in the place of endless spirits and after a long evolution.

And now, the extreme yin power of this world has formed a storm, covering the whole king's sky.

The power of extreme yin is specially aimed at the soul. With the terrible soul power of the ancient wood old man, it is in this storm of extreme yin power, not to mention the king of heaven at this moment.

In the cold wind, the sound of shouting kept blowing from his ears, while Jun Lintian fell to the ground at this moment, holding his head with his hands, roaring in pain in his mouth, and being eroded by the power of extreme yin. That feeling was like a sharp blade cutting the soul little by little, in which the pain was extremely strong, and there was life at any time. Threat.

The old man frowned and looked at the king Lintian rolling on the ground and struggling to support him. The old man Gumu did not intend to take action. The old man believed that with the will of Jun Lintian, he could overcome all the life threats he faced today. At the same time, the old man also wanted to take advantage of this This is an opportunity to refine Jun Lintian. Whether it is the strength of the body or the cultivation of the power of the wilderness, doubting the quenching of the will and soul, the ancient wood old people hope that Jun Lintian can get a transformation here.

The power of extreme yin is extremely horrible. It kills invisibly, often directly destroys the source and destroys the soul.

Jun Lintian roared in pain. He was doing his best to resist the erosion of the power of extreme yin, but in the seven orifices of Jun Lintian, there was already a trace of blood flowing out.

Even with the terrible physical strength of the king's day, it can't be resisted at this moment. It can be imagined how powerful the soul of today's king's day is.

"Roar..."

Jun Lintian hit the low mountain with a fist, and the earth suddenly turned completely, as if it had turned the sky upside down. Under Jun Lintian's body, the red earth instantly sank down, and the ferocious cracks stretched out for many miles. Jun Lintian used this to resist the unimaginable from the soul. Pain.

Time is passing, and the storm transformed by the terrible power of extreme yin that permeates the void is also gradually fading away. After the ground gradually regained calm, Jun Lintian has been lying flat on the ground, gasping in his mouth and sweating coldly on his forehead.

This feeling of nine deaths is often encountered after entering the ancient battlefield.

Although there is a threat to life at any time, the benefits obtained by King Lintian here are also unimaginable. The power of the wilderness here is extremely strong. Although the heaven and the earth have been greatly destroyed, after all, this is the environment of the ancient times. The power of the famine between heaven and earth is not comparable to the outside world, so the king is in the sky. The barren power cultivation, which was at the limit of the first level of jihad, naturally stepped into the second level of jihad, and there was a faint sign of a breakthrough towards the third level of jihad.

As for the physical strength of the ninth level of Junlintian Holy War, the continuous refinement here also makes the physical strength of Junlintian closer to the zero boundary point of the sky level.

The physical strength of the sky can be said to be evil, and when the ancient wood old man faced the horrible physical strength of the king's sky that was so horrible that there was nothing to say, the ancient wood old man just said in a daze: "Is it that when the body of the ancient god experienced the baptism of the heavenly disaster, there is really no obstacle in the physical strength? ? Isn't this too unbelievable?"

Compared with the strength of the body and the cultivation of the power of the wilderness, the greatest harvest of King Lintian still comes from the will and soul.

Although these two gains cannot be seen substantively, with more and more things that Junlintian has experienced and seen more and more scenes, Junlintian's mind has changed little by little, becoming more firm and more solid as a rock than ever. At the same time, it is convenient in the soul, perhaps close the ancient wooden old man. Horror exists, but now the soul of the king is also horrible to the limit, which is the result of grinding between life and death.

After Jun Lintian crossed his knees to heal his wounds, he continued to walk in this desolate world full of death crises, and Jun Lintian has the terrible self-recovery ability, which is also the basis for Jun Lintian to survive in this world for a long time.

The old man of Gumu is only in the state of soul. In order to preserve his strength, the old man of Gumu once again fell into the ring in Junlintian's finger.

Jun Lintian walked on this land. The ancient battlefield seemed to be boundless and could not go to an end. On this day, Jun Lintian stopped in front of a huge mountain range. Jun Lintian's dull eyes were full of shock. He stared at the huge mountains in front of him and stopped for a long time.

"Is this... the twelfth-week dragon vein? But..." Jun Lintian said in disbelief, and at the same time, two sad dragon voices came from his body.