The Strongest Mythical Emperor

The Eight Wastelands are boundless and wrapped in endless fog. Standing on the clouds and looking forward, it seems that there is another universe in front of you. There is no other direction to bypass the Eight Wastelands except retreating.

"How big the Eight Wastelands is has always been a mystery."

"It is said that many strong people regard the Eight Wastelands as a test target. The creatures who can leave the Eight Wastelands alive are all outstanding."

"Your Majesty, we must not take it lightly when entering the Eight Wastelands, even if we have so many saints."

Fuxi looked at the Eight Wastelands and said, he had learned a lot about the Eight Wastelands. The more he knew, the more he was afraid of the Eight Wastelands.

Qin Jun nodded. He could already feel the indescribable sense of oppression.

Taotie also became uneasy, lying at Qin Jun's feet, grinning, and wandering.

Soon, the group entered the thick fog, and the speed of the clouds suddenly slowed down.

Fuxi's face changed, and he said in surprise: "There are mysterious rules that restrict space travel."

At the same time, the clouds began to descend, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Lin Yuqi hugged Qin Jun tightly, and the other gods and demons felt as if countless mountains were pressing on them. Even Bodhi Patriarch couldn't help but frown.

"Hu——"

Bodhi Patriarch quickly waved his whisk, and his magic power swept across, wrapping the entire cloud, causing the falling speed to begin to slow down.

"Eight Wastelands are banned from flying! I didn't expect it to be true!"

Fuxi's face was extremely ugly. When he heard this information at the beginning, he didn't take it seriously. He didn't expect that even saints were restricted by Eight Wastelands.

Qin Jun was very calm. In the inner universe, Eight Wastelands has such a great reputation. If there is no thrill, it would be unreasonable.

"Is this Eight Wastelands? What exactly is this pressure..."

Zhu Jiuyin muttered to himself. He, who was only perfect in the Manifestation Saint Realm, could only tremble in the face of the pressure of Eight Wastelands.

Si Dao's face was solemn, and he sighed: "It is said that the Eight Wastelands is the center of the ancient catastrophe. Countless strong men were buried here. After countless epochs, this place is a Jedi that is ten thousand times more terrifying than the Prison of Life."

He had been to the inner universe before, and he had wanted to break into the Eight Wastelands, but his strength was insufficient.

Ji Bubai's face was full of excitement, and he couldn't wait to find the Extreme Flame Demon God.

Not long after, they passed through the rolling fog, and endless mountains and forests came into their eyes. In the thick fog, there was an extremely huge continent. They couldn't see the whole picture of the continent, because the highest mountain here was at least a million feet high, towering into the thick fog.

"Ming--"

A hissing sound came, startling them to turn their heads and see a black crow with a wingspan of ten thousand feet jumping out of the thick fog in the distance, its wings vibrating, and the wind whistling.

The black crow didn't seem to see Qin Jun and others, and quickly flew to the Eight Wastelands Continent. Its body became smaller and smaller, and soon disappeared at the other end of the mountains.

"Half-saint!" Fuxi said in a deep voice. He just came here and met a half-saint? Lin Yuqi was shocked. The Eight Wastelands were so dangerous. Zhu Jiuyin and Yu Ding Zhenren looked very ugly. It was conceivable that if they broke into the Eight Wastelands with their cultivation, they would be in danger. "Keep going!" Qin Jun said calmly. With Sun Wukong and Bodhi Patriarch, he was not afraid. Soon, they landed. If they kept flying, Fuxi could not bear it. Even Bodhi Patriarch said that they could not fly for a long time. "Strange, why can that bird fly?" Li Yuanba scratched his head and murmured. The Eight Wastelands were too big. If they walked, when would they find the Extreme Flame Demon God? Bodhi Patriarch looked into the distance and said, "That black crow should have been born in the Eight Wastelands and was not excluded by the rules." He, who was strong enough to reach the Heavenly Dao Supreme Saint Realm, could not see through the Eight Wastelands. What was hiding in the Eight Wastelands? There were mountains in front of him, with sparse weeds. About four or five kilometers away, the mountains rose up, and the higher they went, as if there was no end. Everyone started to move forward, Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba walked in front, Bodhi Patriarch and Ji Bubai walked at the end, Fuxi and Yang Jian were on the left, and Death Dao and Hou Tu were on the right, just in time to protect Qin Jun and others from all sides.

"Can't the consciousness disperse?"

Qin Jun asked softly. After landing, there was silence all around.

There was no sun in the thick fog covering the sky above, but there was light shining on the entire Bahuang Continent, as if it was daytime.

"No." Death Dao shook his head, Bodhi Patriarch did not say anything, but his face looked a little bad, which showed that even the most holy person in the Heavenly Dao could not do whatever he wanted in the Bahuang Continent.

At this time, a figure came out of the rolling fog and quickly landed. He was wearing a blue martial arts robe, with a long sword and a knife on his waist, and his face was stern.

"Eight Wastelands! Here comes the Iron Book Saint!"

After saying that, he suddenly rushed forward. Qin Jun and others looked back and thought that a strong enemy was coming. However, this person passed by them directly, rushed up along the hillside, and soon disappeared from Qin Jun and others' sight.

"Was that person a saint just now?"

Li Yuanba asked in astonishment. They were actually ignored!

Ji Bubai nodded and said, "The breath is unstable. It is estimated that he has just broken through the saint realm."

Lin Yuqi, Zhu Jiuyin, and Yu Ding Zhenren felt that they were not well. They just came in and met a half-saint, and now they met a saint?

Could it be that Eight Wastelands is the paradise of saints.

Qin Jun laughed, but his interest in Eight Wastelands was growing.

The team continued to move forward.

After crossing a high mountain and standing on the top of the mountain, they looked at it with amazement on their faces.

The Eight Wastelands were not as desolate as they imagined. Instead, they had green mountains and green waters, a beautiful scenery of magnificent mountains and rivers. In front of them were undulating mountains, and about hundreds of thousands of meters away was a huge lake as vast as the ocean. From this far away, you can see giant fish jumping out of the lake.

"It's so big, where should I find the Extremely Flame Demon God?" Li Yuanba asked distressedly. He couldn't use his spiritual consciousness and couldn't fly. It was too annoying.

No one answered him because everyone was also thinking about this question.

boom!

A mountain peak on the east side suddenly exploded, and the debris and smoke were thrown in all directions, like a meteor hitting the ground.

Everyone turned around and saw that it was the man in blue robes who claimed to be the Iron Book Sage from before. He was in a very embarrassed state at the moment, rolling down the hillside and rocks, and he had no saintly demeanor.

Qin Jun and others did not laugh at him, but fixed their eyes on the behemoth on the top of the mountain.

It was a terrifying giant beast that looked like a lizard, with six eyes and a dark green body. Its head alone was ten thousand feet wide. In front of it, any living creature would feel its insignificance.

The long and forked tongue kept swallowing and swallowing, and the six eyes moved. It opened its mouth and uttered human words: "Boy, if you dare to disturb my sleep, I will eat you!"

Iron Book Saint fell to the foot of the mountain and just stabilized his figure. The skin on his forehead was broken and blood overflowed. He gritted his teeth and looked at the giant lizard beast and cursed: "Who made you so big? I thought it was a mountain!"

After saying that, Tieshu Sheng pulled out the sword from his waist, held the sword in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, jumped up and killed the giant lizard beast.

"What kind of cultivation level does this guy have?" Qin Jun asked curiously. He was such a huge beast and so powerful, even stronger than the black crow before.