Now the closer Zhang Xiaofeng is to the galaxy, not only will he feel the greater the pressure, but the galaxy is also becoming more vast. Zhang Xiaofeng is enough to be sure that this galaxy-like space must be the saint world where there are rumored saints.

From the southwest Shu Mountain to this point, Zhang Xiaofeng believed that he had almost reached the edge of the divine realm. And ordinary gods could not stay under this pressure at all. Even the divine master might not last long and would explode and die. Now Zhang Xiaofeng is already a saint, and under such pressure, he still feels very difficult.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofeng had no extra thoughts to guess what the saint world looked like. The only thing he had to do at the moment was to try to adapt to such pressure and keep moving forward. If he wanted to take down the failure in the face of such a small setback, then he would not want to go to the saint world in his life.

And with Xiaoli's breath, Zhang Xiaofeng kept flashing in the space, day after day, night after night towards the so-called Fengyuan Realm.

I don’t know how long it took, as if it had been ten or a hundred years. When Zhang Xiaofeng felt his breath gradually getting stronger, he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart and cursed secretly: “Xiaoli, Xiaoli, how could your Fengyuan Realm be so far away.”

But after amplifying the spiritual sense, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly became excited.

In the void land that was almost leaving the range of spiritual consciousness, a strange scene inexplicably appeared. A faint wind, which was light blue and almost transparent. However, just a few bunches of wind marks like hair caused the distortion of the space and formed a huge vortex. However, in just a blink of an eye, the vortex suddenly disappeared.

Since it was within the range of the spiritual search, Zhang Xiaofeng believed that he had definitely not had an illusion. Furthermore, this strange vortex exuded a familiar smell - the power of wind. If Zhang Xiaofeng was not wrong, the vortex might be related to the Fengyuan Realm.

"Hehe! Xiaoli, I'm going to find your home!" Zhang Xiaofeng laughed happily, then flew towards the direction of the vortex.

However, when Zhang Xiaofeng appeared where the vortex appeared before, there was no existence around him, and there was still endless nothingness around him. The power of the wind that sensed was completely gone.

"This...what's going on?" At this moment, Zhang Xiaofeng really thought that his judgment was wrong.

Somewhat doesn't believe in evil, Zhang Xiaofeng is still wandering around and waiting, hoping that the vortex will appear again.

But after waiting for a long time, the vortex never appeared again. Zhang Xiaofeng had no choice but to give up looking for the vortex and then search for the breath left by Xiao Li.

After searching, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly turned his head and looked towards his right hand. The space was a little distorted, and then several light blue wind marks appeared again.

"Damn! Let's see where you are running this time!" Zhang Xiaofeng did not hesitate at all, and rushed over as soon as he found out.

But what Zhang Xiaofeng never expected was that when he rushed to the wind scar, his whole body was shaking. The seemingly faint wind seemed to be the center of a hurricane, and these winds were mixed and were not pure wind power at all. In it, Zhang Xiaofeng was like a kite, without any control ability, and allowed to blow by the vortex.

What Zhang Xiaofeng didn't know was that this was not a space or a creature, but a natural wind in the universe. Winds were sometimes produced on the earth in the mortal world, and there were actually cosmic winds in the void of the universe. These cosmic natural winds vary in size. Large natural winds can almost destroy the stability of a space. The small ones are what Zhang Xiaofeng encountered today.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaofeng was a little lucky, otherwise such a move would have been like committing suicide.

When the natural wind disappeared, although Zhang Xiaofeng's body was not moving, Zhang Xiaofeng felt dizzy and nauseous. He was in the natural wind, and Zhang Xiaofeng really didn't know how to modify his feelings.

"What the hell is this? Damn!" Zhang Xiaofeng tried hard to stabilize his emotions and repair his inner trauma. After shivering, Zhang Xiaofeng cursed and hurriedly left this dangerous place.

Now that he is close to the prehistoric world, Zhang Xiaofeng suffered a loss, and he dared not act like Rang anymore. He felt a little regretful, why did he ask Nuwa to go to the Demon Realm? If he was with him, he could at least give some advice.

After wandering through the void for a long time in a daze, Zhang Xiaofeng finally felt Xiaoli's breath again. At this moment, Zhang Xiaofeng had already arrived in the range of the galaxy. From a distance, the galaxy was like the Milky Way. But after real arrival, what Zhang Xiaofeng saw was a barrier-like nebula.

When he approached the nebula, Zhang Xiaofeng felt that the nebula looked like clouds. Because it was too dense, it blocked Zhang Xiaofeng's observation. After hesitating for a while, Zhang Xiaofeng decided to rush into the nebula.

After traveling through the hazy clouds and mist for a while, Zhang Xiaofeng finally penetrated the nebula. But what came into his eyes was an indescribable land.

The glowing peaks and stones, green cannot be in the green forest, and the blue lake water cannot be blue anymore, no matter what it is, it seems to have reached a limit of color. The color is so bright that Zhang Xiaofeng is really uncomfortable.

"Is this the prehistoric world?" Zhang Xiaofeng sighed in surprise. After all, the prehistoric world is the original state of the beginning of heaven and earth, and all things are in the germination period and are displayed in their original form.

For example, those smooth, or clear edges and crystal states are still retained because they are not destroyed by weathering. The mountains, rivers and rivers in the mortal world have been formed after countless years of natural changes.

Seeing this world of prehistoric saints, Zhang Xiaofeng felt as if he was going back to a primitive world. Every time he saw a flower and a tree, Zhang Xiaofeng would sigh that these are the original states of flowers, plants and trees. The original flowers have very monotonous colors. For example, red is bright red, almost like blood drops. And white is extremely white, not like flowers that evolve into the mortal world, and other colors are often accompanied by the existence of other colors, such as white and red.

Although it is full of primitive states, Zhang Xiaofeng is really difficult to adapt to in such a big contrast to the world in which Zhang Xiaofeng lives. However, the only thing that makes Zhang Xiaofeng feel happy is that the prehistoric world is filled with the aura of a saint everywhere. Once absorbed, Zhang Xiaofeng can easily transform into the power of the saint in his body. In the divine realm, no matter how much power he absorbs, the power of the saint is only a little bit.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofeng was really impulsive and found a hidden place to practice well. After all, it has been a long time since he became the realm of the True Saint, but his strength has not improved much. Now there is such a good place for him to practice, how can he waste it?

However, Zhang Xiaofeng immediately stopped this idea. He was not familiar with the saint world and did not know how the saint world was distributed, so he dared to retreat easily. If the members of the Dragon Slaying Gang discovered, he would not know how he died.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaofeng wandered around the forest for a while and continued to search for Xiaoli's breath.

As he felt the freshness of Xiaoli's breath, Zhang Xiaofeng was enough to judge that he was finally going to find the Fengyuan Realm. As he searched, Zhang Xiaofeng came to a canyon surrounded by mountains on three sides. The three mountains vary in height, and the highest in the middle formed the word "mountain".

"Haha, this is the mountain, the real mountain!" Zhang Xiaofeng looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but talk to himself as if he was stupid.

However, it cannot be said that what Zhang Xiaofeng said is wrong. This prehistoric world is originally the original state of the universe, and the mountain is naturally the original state of the mountain that Pangu imagined before the creation of the world. Although it is very different from the current one, it is the original state of the mountain after all.

“Huh?”

At this time, Zhang Xiaofeng was at the foot of the mountain, and a breeze blew towards him. However, in the past, Zhang Xiaofeng did not feel much, but in this gust of wind, Zhang Xiaofeng clearly felt the breath of the wind-born beast. At this time, Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a little excited. The so-called Fengyuan Realm might be nearby.

In order to avoid judgment, Zhang Xiaofeng sensed the power of the wind and began to calculate where the wind came from. As Zhang Xiaofeng carefully investigated, Zhang Xiaofeng found that the gust of wind was blowing from the three peaks, and there was a significant difference in wind speed between the two peaks of height.

It is true that the naked eye cannot see the wind, but Zhang Xiaofeng's method of judgment is to mix his own elements into the airflow. Therefore, Zhang Xiaofeng can easily know the existence of the wind and even feel the power of the wind in the wind.

However, the wind was mixed with a small breath, and the breath reverberated in the mountains and did not leave. Therefore, Zhang Xiaofeng could be sure that the wind source realm was probably within the range of these three mountains.

However, Zhang Xiaofeng searched for a long time but did not find any special place. Even Zhang Xiaofeng searched every cave around him, but still couldn't find Xiaoli.

"It should be here, why can't I find it?" Zhang Xiaofeng said to himself in confusion. In desperation, Zhang Xiaofeng had to shout loudly: "Xiaoli, I'm here, where are you?"

The sound echoed in the mountains and rivers, but there was no response except Zhang Xiaofeng's voice. Finally, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly thought that the high and low peaks of this place formed a state of surround. Will some natural formation be produced, locking Xiaoli's breath here and unable to leave. After all, Zhang Xiaofeng has felt the gust of wind for no reason.

In order to verify his guess, Zhang Xiaofeng walked towards the mountains.

“Huh?”

Passing through a forest, Zhang Xiaofeng was surprised to find a road. The road was paved with rocks and gradually descending to the mountain along the peaks, like a long, shining snake. Some people say that there is no road in this world, but when people walk too much, it will naturally become a road. Now, this primitive and prehistoric world cannot be born here alive unless someone lives in it.
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