"It seems that even if we want to leave, it's not that easy!"

"At least the lower-level servant gods don't have the qualifications!"

Xuanyuan Qingtian, Hua Tiankuang, Feng Jiuyuan and other five gods, at this time, already knew it well and were filled with emotion.

Only Dao Feitian had closed his eyes at some point, and the blood power resonating around him had become more and more intense, and even exuded a terrifying high temperature and ancient pressure!

This made Xuanyuan Qingtian and the other five gods immediately look solemn, even dignified.

The blood pressure emanating from Dao Feitian was extremely ancient and unpredictable!

It made them feel an indescribable instinctive panic and fear.

"Brother Dao, I'm afraid it's different!"

"What a terrifying blood pressure! What exactly is Brother Dao's true body?"

"This level of blood power is simply unimaginable!"

Xuanyuan Qingtian is a genius who controls the dragon clan's magical powers, but the pressure emanating from Dao Feitian at this time has nothing to do with the secret magic power, it's just the power of blood!

Innate blood!

The five gods felt their own insignificance.

Ahead.

Beyond the canyon fault.

Endless water vapor surged and poured into the Sanhuang, which had just opened its entrance, forming layers of water vapor storms, wetting the endless void.

Together with the pressure of suppressing strength, it seemed to imprison everything.

But the next moment, Ye Wuque's figure seemed to break through the torrent of water mist and shuttled through.

Wherever he passed, all the water vapor storms were torn apart, unable to stop him at all.

The moment he stepped over the canyon fault, Ye Wuque only felt that the world became vast in an instant!

There was a sense of freedom from bondage.

Everything seemed to become brighter in front of him.

As far as the eye could see.

Ye Wuque saw a large area of ​​ancient mottled gray shallows for the first time, forming an oval along the Sanhuang.

On the shallows, it seemed to be filled with endless dust, and countless gullies were formed with the ebb and flow of the water at any time.

Ye Wuque came to the shallows and left the first line of footprints that seemed to have been silent for eternity.

Standing on the shallows, Ye Wuque looked ahead, and at this moment, a deep shock surged in his eyes!

"Is this the Dead Sea?"

Looking around, Ye Wuque saw a vast and endless sea.

The water of the Dead Sea was turbid gray, and it was surging all the time!

The sky and the earth were vast.

There was no distance between heaven and earth.

It spread to the end of the infinitely long world, and it might even be endless.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Ye Wuque seemed to feel something, his face changed slightly, and then he took off.

But no matter how much Ye Wuque wanted to move forward, he couldn't continue to fly forward.

It was as if there was an invisible force blocking him on the vast Dead Sea.

After falling back on the shallows, Ye Wuque stepped into the Dead Sea.

This time, he was not stopped at all, and he could even swim in it.

The seemingly turbid and nothing special water of the desolate sea was actually full of a terrifying coldness!

Deep into the bone marrow!

"If a creature of the lower level of the God-serving level falls into the sea of ​​dead spirits without the protection of a powerful ancient treasure, and does not climb out in time, his body will be frostbitten."

Ye Wuque walked back to the shallows intact, feeling the weirdness and unpredictability of the sea of ​​dead spirits.

"Besides that, there is... a no-fly zone!"

Above the entire sea of ​​dead spirits, there is an ancient power that seems to be an unpredictable law, which prohibits any creature from flying.

You can swim, but you can't fly.

But the water of the sea is extremely harmful to the body.

In other words...

"If you want to cross the sea of ​​dead spirits, you can only take a high-level ship shuttle with an ancient treasure!"

Ye Wuque muttered to himself. He

also understood what Dao Feitian said just now...

The sea of ​​dead spirits is like a moat.

It isolates the "wilderness", making it difficult for creatures to cross easily. For the three wastelands, it seems to be a disguised protection.

Standing on the shallows.

Ye Wuque looked at the vast and seemingly endless Dead Sea, his eyes slowly became deep, with a hint of curiosity and expectation.

Dead Sea, so difficult to cross.

This side is the Three Wastelands, so what about the other side?

What place will it be?

With this in mind, Ye Wuque suppressed all the thoughts in his mind, turned around and returned to the original path, re-entering the Three Wastelands.

But he knew that it would not be long before he would be here again.

The time to leave the Three Wastelands had arrived.

This last turn back was also for the last farewell.

After all.

All good things must come to an end.

Soon.

The six gods waiting behind the canyon fault waited for Ye Wuque to come back.

"Brother Ye, how is the situation?"

"Is the world outside very exciting?"

"What does the Dead Sea look like?"

...

Except for Dao Feitian, the other five gods, including Xuanyuan Qingtian, could not wait to speak.

How could they be high and mighty gods now?

It was as if they had become children full of curiosity and desire for the new world outside.

Ye Wuque smiled faintly, without saying much, but the power of the virtual god shone everywhere!

He directly presented what he had seen and heard in the Dead Sea in the form of a soul light curtain!

How could a thousand words be as exciting and intuitive as a real picture?

After a moment.

The expressions of the six gods who had seen everything became complicated.

But there was also a trace of deep regret and unwillingness.

"Only by breaking through the lower-level servant gods and entering the next level can we get out of the Three Wastelands and cross the Dead Sea!"

Xuanyuan Qingtian murmured, and then his expression became firm, and his eyes became sharp!

Not only him, but also the others except Dao Feitian.

It was as if they had found a new goal again! !

A more irresistible huge goal!

Dao Feitian looked at Ye Wuque and said excitedly: "Brother Ye, it seems that this time, I don't need to use the secret method of blood, if I am not wrong."

"The elders of my clan are not far away in the Dead Sea, leaving the coordinates of the bloodline and the power

of protection!" "With the guidance of the power of blood and the protection of power, I should be able to forcibly leave the Three Wastelands!"

"In addition, I have a boat shuttle magic weapon of extremely good quality! Don't worry!"

Hearing this, Ye Wuque nodded gently, but did not say much.

Instead, he looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian and the other five again. The five of them seemed to have realized that they had understood something, and their expressions began to become a little sad and reluctant.

Dao Feitian sighed softly when he saw this.

The atmosphere seemed to become dead and stagnant.

Ye Wuque smiled and broke the silence!

"Let's go!"

"Go back."

"Let's have a party!"