I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

... Will there be warriors who have broken through to the middle stage of the realm and are full of confidence to challenge him? Thinking about it is really exciting.

However, his cultivation base is the highest after all, and his efficiency in killing monsters is undoubtedly the highest.

In the relic battlefield, there may not be enough practice points accumulated from the late stage of the realm to Dzogchen.

However, there is still a lot of confidence in breaking through the sword intent from 30% to 40%.

Zhang Yi rubbed his chin, maybe...can we set a small goal?

When going out to the battlefield of the ruins, advance the sword intent to 40%, advance the physical realm to the middle stage, and then easily fight for a beam of inheritance light?

Mmm. Perfect!

Zhang Yichang thought about it, and then put away the spoils—this was the source of the dispute between Zhang Yi and the dead monster. If he hadn't been picked, the monster would have died in vain.

The soul melts into the shade.

Zhang Yi carefully dug it out, then put it into the jade box, and disappeared in a flash.

...

Compared with Zhang Yi's smooth sailing, Wang Heng's life is much miserable.

As a model of a genius' counterattack, Wang Heng's journey can be said to have gone through untold hardships, many kinds of tribulations, and narrow escapes, before he finally reached this step and has the qualifications to stand in front of Lan Wu.

Of course, that's just qualifications.

If he wants to defeat Lan Wu, he must seize the opportunity of this relic battlefield in order to achieve the final overtake.

At this time, he slowly woke up on a piece of ground.

He frowned, and slowly opened his eyes, only feeling as if his cheek was being caressed.

touch?

Startled, Wang Heng opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that a monster like a dog was licking his cheek.

F*ck!

Wang Heng felt unbalanced for a moment, and couldn't help but speak out.

And this loud cry frightened the dog-like monster, and it ran over in a hurry.

Then, Wang Heng smiled helplessly and struggled to stand up.

He checked his condition, and couldn't help but sighed, his body was weak, his internal organs were all injured, and his combat strength was less than 50%.

Lan Wu...

He muttered the name, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared.

It's useless to think about these things now. Let's observe the terrain first. Thinking of this, Wang Heng walked in one direction.

His back is bleak, lonely and deserted.

...

Boy, die!

Zhang Yi was walking in the forest when a person suddenly appeared next to him.

Before the person approached, the wind of punching had already sounded.

Zhang Yi didn't move, just took a look, the air in the air fluctuated, and then the man flew upside down and hit the tree trunk behind him hard.

The man spat out a mouthful of old blood, already suffering from internal injuries.

He had already reserved his strength, otherwise he would have been beaten to death with the cultivation of the other party at the Profound Realm.

Really, if you come out to intercept the road, at least you have to practice, don't let cats and dogs run out.

Zhang Yi slowly walked in front of the man, looked down at him from a high position, and spoke flatly.

Answer me a question, and I will let you go, or you will die.

Zhang Yi Mingming looked like Mr. Pianpian, but his words had a tone that could not be refuted.

This is probably the reason for the strength of the confidence.

My lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life.

Whatever your lord wants to know, as long as I know it, I will definitely answer it, and I dare not hide anything.

The man turned pale with fright, and quickly replied.

Very good. Zhang Yi nodded.

I have met many people in this direction in the past few days, but what chance is there?

Zhang Yi asked casually.

The man nodded quickly and said, There is a lake in the northwest, and there is a small island in the middle of the lake. Everyone is rushing there now.

Oh? What chance is there?

Zhang Yi nodded, and then asked, No, I don't know, no one has successfully landed on the island yet.

The man replied honestly.

Is that so. Zhang Yi touched his chin and asked, How far is the lake from here?

About half a day's journey.

Zhang Yi nodded, then turned around and rushed towards the lake.

It wasn't until Zhang Yi disappeared from his binocular vision that the man relaxed.

He touched his back and found that it was wet with cold sweat.

Damn boy! the man murmured, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

And just when he was about to leave, there was a slight distortion in the air, and then, a little light pierced his chest, and a blood-red flower bloomed.

His eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, How...how...would...

Immediately, he tilted his head and was already dead.

Zhang Yi was speeding through the forest, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

How could he keep someone who wanted to attack him?

For Zhang Yi, the so-called keeping promises is also about treating people.

If it was a normal transaction, Zhang Yi would naturally fulfill the agreement, just like Xiao Lei of the Xiao family in Rock City. Although Zhang Yi didn't feel anything about his work, he finally let him go.

But if facing someone who wants to harm him, Zhang Yi will not restrict himself, and will not be bound by rules and regulations.

After all, the first sentence they met, the man's greeting was: Boy, die.

...

It's a chance, half a day's journey, although it deviates from the goal of the Aoki Divine Body, it's still worth taking a look.

Thinking about it, Zhang Yi sped up a little more.

Here is a flat land, surrounded by open areas.

And there is a small lake in the center, and there is a small island in the middle of the lake, and on the small island, from a distance, it seems that there is a thatched hut.

At this time, in this position, many people have already surrounded.

But the strange thing is that although there are many people, none of them tried to cross the lake.

When Zhang Yi rushed here, what he saw was such a scene.

Zhang Yi looked at the thatched hut in front of him, nodded, and his evaluation of this opportunity was higher in his heart.

Thatched huts are standard for tall people.

There is a mysterious meaning emerging in Zhang Yi's eyes, and he casts his eyes of insight.

I have to say that this skill is really god-level, and it has been tested a hundred times, and this time it is no exception.

In the state of insightful eyes, Zhang Yi immediately discovered the difference.

On the surface of the lake, white mist suddenly appeared floating.

No, it didn't appear suddenly, but existed all the time, but Zhang Yi didn't see it before.

Is this mist a stumbling block that blocks the passage of many warriors? Zhang Yi has a vague grasp of something.

It's just that even though he knew the reason, Zhang Yi had nothing to do, because he hadn't tried it himself, so he didn't know what the effect of the mist was.

Is it forbidden to vacate, or to prohibit aura, and to prohibit true energy? He didn't know anything, and he still had to inquire and understand clearly before he could take action with confidence.

Although the cultivation base in the late stage of the realm is enough to sweep away the younger generation, it is better to be humble in the face of the prohibition of this relic battlefield.