I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

Under the dark sky, several days have passed.

At this time, by the side of a stream in a deep mountain, Zhang Yi flicked his fingers repeatedly, and suddenly several fish in the stream were pierced, and then they were sorted out and entered his belly.

Then, Zhang Yi felt a warm current rushing through his stomach, which seemed to increase his strength.

"Could this be the rare consonant fish in the rumors? It can actually increase the strength of warriors."

Sensing his own state, Zhang Yi's eyes flickered slightly, and landed on the small black fish in the stream. It can be seen that there are indeed sharp black horns standing on the heads of those swimming fish, which look quite for extraordinary.

"As expected of a continent of stars and fragments, there are still such rare spirits."

"It's a pity that these rhinoceros can only grow for a hundred years, and the increased strength is still too small for me to have much effect. It would be great if I could find a rhinoceros that is more than a thousand years old."

Zhang Yi whispered calmly.

At this time, four days had passed since he beheaded Tan Wu.

During this period, he did not meet elite saints from other forces, nor did he find any opportunities. It can only be said that this Fragmented Continent is indeed vast enough.

"It should be soon, according to the map guide, deep in this mountain forest, there is a chance fortune arranged by the eight major forces"

Zhang Yi thought, looking into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

I saw that in the sky above the vast sea of ​​consciousness, there are two maps spliced ​​together at this time, forming an incomplete and more detailed map, on which the locations of some spiritual objects are marked.

Of these two maps, one was given by Qingfeng Swordsman, and the other was obtained from Tan Wu, the Ten Thousand Snake Palace he beheaded.

After all, the eight top powers have placed fortunes into this space, so naturally there will be some clues left to provide some convenience for the saints of their respective sects.

On the spot, Zhang Yi rested for a while, and then set off, following the guidance of the map, to go deep into the mountain forest.

The broken earth is full of ancient atmosphere, and even the clouds in the sky are covered by thick dust, showing a brown posture, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

Somewhere in the west of the Fragmented Continent, a stream of light suddenly flew across the mountains and forests, purposefully rushing towards a boundary.

Light and shadow is naturally Zhang Yi.

At this point, he was approaching the location marked on the map.

"The atmosphere is really different."

Zhang Yi's figure fell on the top of a towering tree. Looking forward, he could feel more and more monsters emerging from the denser and denser ancient forest ahead, and they were becoming more and more ferocious, which was obviously not good.

In the same place, Zhang Yi thought for a while, and suddenly a Xuantian mirror was flipped on it, and fell on top of his head, and a misty blue light fell, covering his figure in it.

Although Zhang Yi is not afraid of these monsters, but if it can save trouble, he will naturally not refuse.

With the Mengmeng Qinghui covering himself, Zhang Yi set off again, turned into a ray of light and shadow, and quickly swept across this primeval forest area.

Perhaps it was the Xuantian mirror that obscured Zhang Yi's breath, so that Zhang Yi did not disturb the brutal monsters on the way, but rather smoothly passed through the boundary of the primeval forest, and really approached the destination.

...

At this time, on a boulder, Zhang Yi looked forward, and suddenly saw a lonely peak.

The primeval forest is vast, and there are many monsters and beasts in it, but at the end of it, there is a lone peak standing between the sky and the earth, which is incompatible with the surroundings, as if it was shaped by the day after tomorrow.

It was the handwriting of the Seventh Heaven Saint, it was transformed by an offensive when the masters of the various forces fought against each other, and a martial arts resource was also placed on the isolated peak, waiting for someone who is destined to get it.

"The solitary peak stands tall and connects with the sky and the earth. It seems to be there."

Zhang Yi whispered calmly, and then he rushed away suddenly.

Soon, as it was approaching, Zhang Yi felt a faint pressure, which made the movement of the true essence in his body a little difficult. He knew that it was the residual breath of the seventh heavenly saint.

After all, this lone peak was originally left by the saint who threw the mountain, and there were some traces of supernatural powers in it. Although the power of supernatural powers disappeared with the passage of time, that breath still existed in this world.

With the Taixuan Sword Sutra running, Zhang Yi eliminated the discomfort, and then he broke through the wind barrier covering the entire isolated peak, and landed directly on the top of the mountain.

Then, Zhang Yi looked around, and saw a golden spirit tree with a height of three meters and three meters.

The golden spirit tree is rooted in a black soil, and there is a strong spiritual energy surging in it, giving it enough nourishment, and looking at the brown earth around, one can know that the black soil was deliberately brought in later, not a natural existence .

"Golden tree."

"In the violent sea area, it is only distributed in the lost island group occupied by the Tianniao tribe. It seems that this opportunity was arranged by the Tianniao tribe, but I don't know why the map in the hands of Tan Wu of the Temple of Ten Thousand Snakes marked this place?"

"The Sky Bird Clan and the Ten Thousand Snakes Palace are both monster forces, and they have secretly joined forces? This is really possible."

Some thoughts flashed in Zhang Yi's mind, and then he walked forward, wanting to collect this golden tree. He would never miss this kind of spiritual tree with abundant vitality.

However, just as Zhang Yi moved and walked into the golden tree, suddenly, a huge rock on the side exploded, and then a corpse puppet shot out, punching directly at Zhang Yi's position , to suppress him.

Under that palm, there seemed to be a boundless shadow of blood emerging, which could shake the mind.

This is a test.

If you want to get the chance of good fortune, you must defeat this corpse.

Of course, if the people who came here were elite saints from the Temple of Ten Thousand Snakes or the Heavenly Bird Clan, whether or not this corpse puppet test would be triggered is another matter.

After all, although nominally all parties enter the Fragmented Continent to compete fairly, all forces in the dark must have their own small calculations, and these are within the default general scope and accepted by all parties.

"What a hassle."

In the same place, Zhang Yi shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied.

Immediately, as soon as he stepped on his footsteps, he clenched a fist with his right hand, and blasted out a Bending Heaven Fist that he had comprehended in the first chapter of Wan Yue's giant spirit body.

"boom!"

In an instant, fists collided with fists, and a terrifying power burst out, stirring the void until it collapsed.

While Zhang Yi remained motionless, the corpse puppet on the opposite side suddenly exploded with his fist, and flew upside down.

"Get out, don't disturb me to get a chance."

Zhang Yi opened his mouth coldly, pushed forward, and landed another punch that contained immense strength, and the corpse puppet flew upside down again.