Chapter 2102

Qin Ming stood on a bloody low mountain, stepped on the body of a demon butterfly and looked at the misty wasteland battlefield. The scope here was beyond imagination. The divine consciousness spread like a flood, but he could not feel the edge at all. It seemed that it was really thousands of miles away. Here, there are mountains in groups, ups and downs, more diverse, some like Pentium tides, some more like fierce beasts, as well as towering mountains, or towering or towering. There are rivers running here, and there is a bay of Spirit Lake, in which there are a large number of beasts lurking.

The aura of the wasteland battlefield is very strong, almost like the Spirit Island. It liquefies into fog and floats between heaven and earth.

Qin Ming observed the environment of this wasteland battlefield and felt the energy here. Indeed, as Yang Fengfeng said, it has an almost ancient appearance, vast atmosphere, ancient and long. The spiritual power between heaven and earth is evenly distributed and wild.

Although the wasteland battlefield belongs to the great chaos domain, those forces in the great chaos domain rarely intervene, let alone come in easily. Therefore, since ancient times, countless people have fallen here, and countless people have left treasures and bones, which have always existed here. In fact, it's not that the big chaotic domain doesn't want the treasures left here, but it's inconvenient. If they hold high the flag of independence, and wait for someone to die, then take his baby and leave his bones, the forces behind the dead will never stop, so they simply ignore it, let alone send it out, and stay here.

Who wants it? Go into the wasteland battlefield and get it yourself!

After countless years, no one can tell how many bones and secrets have been buried here.

This is a battlefield, not a treasure land. But less than the level of tianwu realm, few people came quickly, because there are not only secrets and treasures, but also countless beasts and traps, which are full of dangers.

It's like Qin Ming standing here. There are more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at him in the seemingly normal low mountain. It's a group of ferocious "Qianjun ants". It's the size of a calf and its whole body is as hard as black iron. It's said that the instant critical power is extremely terrible and can crash a thousand feet high mountain. In front of the mountain, an ancient giant tree stood quietly. In fact, there was a soul hidden inside. It was a tree demon born with wisdom, which had quietly locked Qin's life.

It's just the powerful momentum of Qin Ming and the power of killing the demon butterfly with one punch. They are still stable for the time being.

There was a loud and piercing cry in the air. A precious and fierce Flamingo suddenly broke through the clouds, dived rapidly from high altitude and jumped at the tree demon in front of the mountain.

The tree demon is more than 30 meters high. More than a dozen branches suddenly dance disorderly. The whole body is silvery like water. It radiates from the inside and quickly turns into a fairy. It stretches across the air, white and sacred, surging with a powerful power. The tree demon seems to have released some kind of martial arts.

Flamingos howl fiercely at an unabated speed. Their magnificent and huge wings set off towering flames, which spread like a flood, rumble and pour over, with an amazing momentum.

Boom!

The two energies collided in mid air, and the fire and silver light blended, like a water fire riot, boiling the mountains and forests. However, many huge trees and mountains around spontaneously bloom and resist the power of explosion. It seems that all vegetation and rocks have given birth to a little consciousness in countless years and have the ability of self-protection. All the forests and landforms remain intact despite the frequent and chaotic battles on the wasteland battlefield.

The Qianjun ants at Qin Ming's feet seized the opportunity and immediately attacked them. Qin Ming's feet suddenly burst into a fiery golden light and broke into the mountain, swallowing their vitality. More than a dozen ants screamed and struggled, rolled in pain, and turned around one after another and went deep underground.

An old man ran over from a distance, squatting a snow-white spirit bird on his shoulder, staring at the Flamingo that was killing ferociously.

"Little brother, do you want it?" the old man asked Qin Ming, but he didn't look at him.

"It's yours." Qin ordered to fly to the distance. He should first understand the environment of the wasteland battlefield, and when the strong of the royal family come in, he can take the first opportunity whether to fight or evacuate.

After the old man determined that Qin Mingzhen had left, he continued to keep an eye on the Flamingo.

The flamingo was making an unbridled attack, but he suddenly noticed the danger, and his sharp eyes fixed on the spirit bird on the old man's shoulder. In an instant, the tree demon seized the opportunity, and the branches pierced the chest of the Flamingo like a spear.

The Flamingo screamed bitterly, cut off the branches and fled in confusion.

"That's yours!" the old man laughed. The spirit bird on his shoulder rushed out like lightning. Although it was small and white, the moment he rushed out boiled into a towering white light. The heaven and earth seemed to freeze. The spirit bird easily intercepted the Flamingo, opened its mouth and roared, spewed out a terrible breath, and swallowed all the Flamingo and flame.

"Ha ha, good! The thirteenth kind of spirit bird is still 17 kinds short!" the old man clapped his hands excitedly. The spirit bird returned to the old man's shoulder, opened its mouth, burped and spewed out a stream of heat. It shook its body and stood proudly. There was a frightening fine light flashing in its smart little eyes, which made it exude a unique momentum as a whole.

"How does it taste?"

"There is an ancient vein!" the white bird spits out words, cold and indifferent.

"OK! It's worthy of being a wasteland battlefield. I'm not disappointed!" the old man excitedly took the white sparrow away.

A chance encounter and a wrong farewell, Qin Ming didn't pay attention to the old man, and the old man didn't take Qin Ming seriously. Maybe, Qin Ming didn't expect that the spirit bird on the old man would cause countless troubles to him one day in the future, and a large number of relatives and close friends were exiled by it.

Dark clouds cover the sky, thunder and lightning hang all over the world like a rainstorm, covering 20 or 30 miles of mountains and rivers and dense forests. The scope is vast and energy riots. Thousands of beasts gather from all directions, including thunder dove, red blood thunder leopard, spirit dog thunder lion, Overlord thunder snake, etc. all of them are thunder and lightning beasts. They fight in the wild and rush towards the sky one after another, It's dark to kill.

Many strong hunters in the wasteland battlefield were attracted, scattered in the depths of the mountains and forests, shocked the scene in front of them, and looked at the depths of thunder clouds with more surprise. There is a bright red thunder ball in the scorching sun, blooming with purple thunder tide, boiling like fire, riot, filled with terrible thunder power.

A huge mountain below collapsed, and the thunder ball seemed to rush out of it, disturbing the energy between heaven and earth, and attracting thousands of thunder beasts to plunder and fight madly. The tragic scene was shocking.

"What's that baby?" the strong men everywhere looked dignified and could stimulate the animal tide like this! However, the thunder power in the thunder ball is really terrible. It reflects the thick mountain like clouds into a strange purple. Many falling lightning suddenly change color before bombing mountains and rivers, and burst out the power of natural punishment. The explosion of river tide riots, the collapse of mountains, deafening, and many people's souls are shaking.

"There are characters in the thunder ball, and there is a volume of ancient books?" the eyes of several strong men were very bright, saw through the thunder tide, crossed the clouds, and vaguely saw the real appearance of the thunder ball. There are all kinds of wonderful characters flashing, very old, flashing strong light, each of them is like an ancient thunder beast, extremely manic, blooming terrible thunder, as if they were going to rush out of the seal.