Da Qin: Become stronger and immortal by picking up attributes from the battlefield

"The spiritual energy at the border between the two continents is so thin. You can imagine how thin the spiritual energy inside this continent must be."

Zhao Feng raised his eyes and gazed into the distance, his gaze penetrating the void. His brows furrowed slightly, and he thought secretly in his heart.

"It is worthy of being called the Land of Exile."

"It is indeed exiling everything."

Zhao Feng's voice was low and full of emotion, echoing in the desolate void of heaven and earth.

But no one could hear his voice, because there were no living creatures in the thousands of miles to the north of Jambu Continent. After all, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was thin and not suitable for cultivators to survive.

"After the war between wizards and liches in the past, Hongjun cut off the possibility of the two races becoming powerful again."

"Killing two birds with one stone, worthy of being Hongjun."

"No wonder he was able to control the prehistoric world for so many years. If it weren't for Taiqing, he might have succeeded long ago."

Zhao Feng shook his head slightly, even though they were enemies.

But Zhao Feng also has some respect for Hongjun, who stands at the top of the Heavenly Dao. After all, he is also pursuing his own ambitions. As an enemy, Zhao Feng also has some unspeakable complexities.

Looking at the Uttarakuru in front of him, Zhao Feng couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts in his mind.

How many secrets from ancient times are hidden in this land that has been banned by saints and abandoned by heaven?

This time, Zhao Feng still came as his true self, not his incarnation.

After all, even if heavenly punishment comes, Zhao Feng will not be afraid.

With the Dutian Shensha formation in hand, Zhao Feng didn't believe that Hongjun would really break up with him at this moment.

That is a peerless killing formation that is powerful enough to contend with a saint, and it is Zhao Feng's greatest source of confidence.

Once the formation is activated, Zhao Feng will possess the power of a saint and will not be afraid of Hongjun.

"key."

Zhao Feng suddenly thought of something, and with a wave of his hand, a golden mark appeared in his hand.

It was exactly the mark that Tai Shang had asked Xuan Du to send.

With this mark, you can enter the Uttarakuru continent.

It is not wrong to say that it is a key.

In the past, after the war between wizards and liches ended, under the instruction of Hongjun, the Heavenly Dao, all the saints except Nuwa used their great magical powers to seal off this continent, making it a place of exile where people outside could not enter and people inside could not leave.

It can be said that under such restrictions, even a saint would find it difficult to enter.

Except for the existence of Taiqing, the most powerful saint.

"I want to see what the legendary Northern Continent is like."

With a strong curiosity about this continent, Zhao Feng took a step forward and came directly to the edge of Uttarakuru.

What comes into view is a huge ban, which also looks like a formation, covering the entire Uttarakuru.

The restriction exuded a powerful aura of various rules intertwined together, not only the void, but also the earth, were completely isolated from the outside world by this restriction.

Perhaps the only thing that connects this continent to the outside world is the occasional souls of some living beings entering the underworld.

After all, it is an existence known as the land of exile, and not all the living beings therein can be reincarnated.

Obviously, this was also done intentionally by Hongjun.

"I can't see inside. It's completely blocked by restrictions."

Zhao Feng stared at the restriction in front of him with a curious look.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the restriction. A powerful force came instantly, as if to crush his hand.

Zhao Feng remained unmoved, his face remained very calm, and he was not hurt.

"In order to completely exile this continent, Hongjun really put in a lot of effort."

Zhao Feng looked ahead and couldn't help but sigh.

This statement expresses both admiration for Hongjun's methods and a hint of sarcasm.

Hongjun, who possesses absolute strength, still likes to use such tricks.

"Go in and have a look."

Subsequently.

Zhao Feng directly added a strand of energy to the mark in his hand.

Under the stimulation of Gang Yuan, it was integrated into the mark.

Suddenly, the mark released a golden light, covering Zhao Feng's entire body.

The light was warm and gentle, yet contained a powerful force, and this force was the same as the power of the ban.

"Taiqing is really amazing."

"He left a door open for all the restrictions that all the saints had put in place in the past."

The moment the halo of the mark enveloped his entire body, Zhao Feng could clearly feel that the restrictions set up by the saint in front of him no longer posed a hindrance to him.

I have even more respect for Saint Taiqing. This saint's methods are truly unfathomable.

Immediately, Zhao Feng took a step forward, without any dodging, and walked directly towards the restriction in front of him.

When touching the restriction, an ordinary person, even a powerful master, would be injured by the backlash of the restriction just by touching it.

But now, Zhao Feng entered without any hindrance.

The ban did not cause him any harm, as if he belonged to this land.

After entering the restricted area, it feels like another world.

At first glance, it looks like a wild land.

There is not a single green thing, only withered trees with twisted branches, as if telling of endless pain.

The barren land was cracked, with huge cracks crisscrossing across it, like wounds on the earth.

Even among them, the spiritual energy within this continent is only several times stronger than that of the mortal world in the past.

For cultivators below the level of immortals, perhaps these spiritual energies are rich enough, but for cultivators above the level of immortals, they are extremely thin.

"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is thin."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, feeling the spiritual energy around him, and frowned again.

"It's even full of evil spirits."

Zhao Feng closed his eyes slightly, expanded his spiritual thoughts, and sensed the trace of evil spirit hidden between heaven and earth.

"It really is a place of exile."

Zhao Feng took a glance and couldn't help but sigh.

When we arrived at Uttarakuru, everywhere we looked we saw it was barren and lifeless.

"I want to see the complete situation of this Northern Continent."

Zhao Feng thought.

The divine consciousness completely spread out, like an invisible net, spreading towards the entire Uttarakuru.

During this divine investigation, Zhao Feng did not conceal anything.

He just wanted to know how many living beings were still existing in the land of Uttarakuru and what the situation of the two races of wizards and liches was like.

With Zhao Feng's current divine sense, let alone a continent, even the area of ​​two continents can be explored by his divine sense.

Deep in Uttarakuru!

A palace exuding a chaotic and ancient atmosphere stands there.

The hall was magnificent, as if it had existed since the beginning of the world.

The walls of the temple are engraved with mysterious patterns, carrying a kind of silent oppression.

Around the temple, there are wooden houses, but these wooden houses are all very large.

They are all more than several hundred feet high.

One difference between the ancient witch clan and the witch clan today is that the ancient witch clan likes to live in their original form, but the witch clan today likes to transform into human size.

Therefore, the houses of these witches are larger than the houses of creatures from the outside world.

In a large house outside the hall, suddenly, a female witch opened her eyes abruptly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Such a strong divine thought."

Jiufeng's voice was a little shocked. She jumped up and looked into the distance nervously.

"Who is this?" "There is definitely no such a strong person in the deserted continent."

Jiufeng frowned, his heart full of doubts and vigilance.

As one of the few great witches who survived the war between witches and liches, she was naturally different from others because she was the only one in the entire witch clan who possessed a primordial spirit.

Apart from her, Hou Tu is the only one among the ancient witches who possesses the primordial spirit.

Therefore, after the war between wizards and liches, Jiufeng was able to survive until now thanks to the protection of many ancestor wizards and many great wizards.

The reason why so many powerful witch clan members protect him is so that Jiufeng can lead the witch clan and preserve their bloodline.

"Great witch."

"Just now, a very powerful force was spying on our tribe."

"Are those bastards from the demon tribe coming again?"

A big man from the Wu clan walked directly into the house. He was tall and strong with bulging muscles, holding a huge battle axe in his hand. He looked angry and said to Jiufeng Dao, his voice was full of hatred for the demon clan.

"No."

Jiufeng shook his head, with a calmness in his eyes, which formed a sharp contrast with the roughness of other witches.

"There is no demon saint this strong among the demon race. Bai Ze doesn't have this strength, and neither do other demon saints."

Jiufeng said slowly, but he was secretly thinking in his heart, where did this powerful divine thought come from?

"Then should my Wu clan be prepared?"

"If the demon tribe attacks, that would be bad."

The witch said this with great concern, he clenched the battle axe in his hand, as if he was ready to fight at any time.

"The demons won't attack."

“They don’t dare to break the rules.”

Jiu Feng shook his head, with a puzzled look on his face: "Who is it? How could he be so powerful?"

At this moment, many powerful demons also sensed the arrival of this undisguised divine thought.

"Such a strong divine thought."

"Even stronger than the former Demon Emperor and Demon King."

"This...how is this possible?"

"How could such a strong person appear in this deserted continent?"

In the demon clan's main hall, Bai Ze's face looked very ugly. Under this divine thought, he felt an unspeakable pressure, and his demon body was trembling slightly.

Even when Bai Ze was facing the Demon Emperor and the Demon King to whom he was loyal in the past, he had never felt such a vast pressure of divine thoughts.

"Could it be an outsider?" Bai Ze thought to himself, but then he rejected it.

"Back then, the saints worked together to seal off the Northern Continent, and no living thing was allowed to enter or leave."

"The Heavenly Dao also made it clear at the beginning that unless there is an infinite number of calamities, this restriction will never be lifted."

Bai Ze thought to himself, trying to guess where this divine thought came from.

There was confusion and fear in his eyes, and he felt deeply uneasy about this unknown powerful existence.

after all.

There are only two races, the Lich and the Wizard, in this continent. If other powerful beings appear, it will definitely be out of control.

And at this moment, on the edge of Uttarakuru.

When his divine consciousness was fully expanded, Zhao Feng also obtained the overall situation of this continent.

"After countless years, I didn't expect that the two races of witches and liches could still exist for more than 50 billion. This is a rare thing."

Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He originally thought that under such a harsh environment, the two races of wizards and liches would have already declined, but he did not expect that they could still reproduce such a large population.

"In such a harsh place, they can still reproduce like this."

"Not bad."

Under the divine consciousness, nothing of the two races of wizards and liches can escape detection.

Zhao Feng had a complete grasp of the situation of the two tribes.

After all, the demon clan is good at reproduction, with a population of about 40 billion, not counting those who have not yet transformed. The witch clan, on the other hand, is much smaller, with only 10 billion.

Compared with the Jiuli within the territory of the Qin Dynasty, the population of this group of ancient witches is even smaller.

"The Pangu Temple should be the center of the Wu Clan."

"I wonder what else is in the temple now?"

"Will the legendary Pangu Heart be among them?"

Zhao Feng thought secretly, revealing his anticipation.

In the past, the ancestor witches were all conceived from Pangu's heart, and then the great witches were conceived with the blood of the ancestor witches, allowing the witch clan to grow and multiply step by step.

Although countless years have passed, I wonder if Pangu's Heart is still in the temple.

After all, Zhao Feng’s divine sense could not penetrate the temple.

"Go to the Wu Clan and have a look."

"I am now of the authentic Pangu bloodline, which is higher than the ancestor witch bloodline. I will first subdue the witch clan, and then the demon clan."

Zhao Feng thought about it. He took a step forward, and a hole was torn in the void in front of him.

Zhao Feng entered and disappeared at the edge in an instant.

When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the main tribe of the Wu clan.

"somebody is coming."

"Tear open the void."

"Quasi-saint strong man."

"Is it a demon clan?"

"alert."

"quick……"

When they saw the crack appearing in the void, the witch tribesmen in the surrounding Pangu Temple immediately became alert.

The witches, each of whom was over 500 feet tall, quickly gathered together, holding various witch weapons in their hands.

In addition, many witches whose heights reached a thousand or ten thousand feet also appeared.

In the Wu clan, height represents strength.

Obviously, those who have reached ten thousand feet have the strength of Daluo level, while those above a thousand feet or several thousand feet are Taiyi Golden Immortals and so on.

now.

All the witches in the main tribe of the witch clan were mobilized.

Jiufeng, the current leader of the witch clan, also stood up. Unlike other witches who showed their true forms, Jiufeng was still human-sized. At this moment, she was looking at the void with great vigilance.

But she mobilized the power of rules in her body, as if as long as there was an enemy, she would take action immediately to protect her tribe.

Under the gazes of countless eyes, Zhao Feng walked out of the void passage.

"Human race?"

When I saw Zhao Feng, I also saw Zhao Feng's clothes.

Jiufeng immediately recognized the racial identity.

See this.

A hint of doubt flashed across Jiufeng's eyes, and he thought to himself, there are only two races, the Lich and I, on this deserted continent, how could the human race appear?
"Where did the humans come from?"

"There are only two races, the witches and the lich, on the deserted continent. There is no way the human race exists."

"Could it be possible that he really came in from outside the deserted continent?"

When he saw Zhao Feng, Jiu Feng was shocked, but also felt a sense of anticipation.

after all.

The person in front of her might really be from the outside world. Although she was afraid of this sudden unknown person, she also yearned for the outside world.

...(End of chapter)