Wasteland!

For Wang Qiong, this is a strange word. Such a strange place name is not recorded in the ancient books of Guangming Academy.

"Master Donkey, why are your face green?" Wang Qiong's heart skipped a beat.

Although he didn't know where this was, the Du Master's face told him that this place did not seem to be a good place.

"Can you feel the existence of spiritual energy?" asked Mr. Du.

Wang Qiong was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that in an instant, his face completely changed.

"Master Donkey, how could it be..." Wang Qiong was stunned.

There was no way to even feel the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the world.

In other words, there is no spiritual energy in this place, and such an incredible reality subverts Wang Qiong's cognition.

You must know that spiritual energy comes with the world and is everywhere.

For cultivators, spiritual energy is a high energy, which can only be perceived by entering the Yuan Pure Realm, and the monk refines it to practice.

Therefore, in ancient times, the Buyuan Realm was called "eating Qi and fasting", and the spirit was not dead.

However, there is no spiritual energy in the world where Wang Qiong and the others are located?

"Not only does not exist in spiritual energy, there is no food here!" Mr. Donkey once again revealed a cruel fact.

"You're not kidding!" Wang Qiong was stunned.

The Yuan Bu Yuan Realm is also a human being, and even needs more energy replenishment than ordinary people. After all, the condensed fire has surpassed the life form of ordinary people, not to mention that they have also crossed the Fire Realm.

The reason why we can fast and avoid eating is that we can replenish spiritual energy.

This ghost place doesn’t even have spiritual energy, so it naturally needs more food.

Ordinary foods are not good, and the energy conversion is too low, which cannot satisfy the operation of body functions and the cultivation of fire.

Unless it is an alien rice like Huangtian Yuji, or food such as spiritual herbs, monster meat, etc.

"Do you look like I'm joking?" Mr. Du said angrily.

Wasteland is a place of abandonment and exile.

It is like being cursed here. Any life form has the risk of being infected. Once it is really infected, terrible changes will occur.

"A terrible change!" The fat man swallowed and spitted, interrupting, "What about?"

Master Du glanced at him: "Everything you can imagine!"

"Those life after mutation cannot be treated as food, otherwise..."

"What else will happen?" Wang Qiong asked.

"You will be like them, and this cursed infection will cause irreparable damage to the fire." Mr. Donkey lowered his voice.

The meat of those infected monsters is even more terrifying than poison.

Especially the monks who condensed the fire seed, once they cannot bear hunger and eat that kind of meat, not only will they be infected, but the fire seed will also change and become monsters.

"Then aren't we very dangerous..." Wang Qiong's face suddenly changed.

He finally knew what kind of ghost place this was. If he kept staying there, they might be infected and become monsters, and stay on this land forever.

"Once the fire condenses, the probability of direct infection is extremely low, unless you eat the meat of the infected monster." said Mr. Donkey.

Fire seems to be born to resist this cursed infection.

However, it is different if it is a secondary infection.

The so-called secondary infection is indirect infection through mutated monsters or plants.

It seems that this cursed infection has mutated and sublimated after being transformed by the medium.

At this time, the fire became extremely fragile and almost irresistible.

"How could there be such a ghost place? Even if we can't turn into a monster, we will starve to death here." The fat man wailed.

His fat body trembled.

Without spiritual energy and food, as the Yuan Bu Yuan Realm, their fire will gradually wither and even be hungry to absorb their bodies as nutrients, and then the ending will be even more miserable than that of ordinary people.

With the fat man's appetite and consumption, if he starves to death, he might as well become a monster!

"Look at it, how much more food is left!" Master Donkey urged.

If you want to survive in the wasteland, food is everything.

Here, any survival resource seems to be extremely precious.

Wang Qiong hurriedly opened the fire ring to see how many resources there could be supported.

"Ma De, the Tianwang Mountain has almost been consumed." Wang Qiong cursed inwardly.

He regretted it a little and didn't have time to take away the fire ring that killed Mo Han and Ye Tian.

"I don't have much left, there are 500 kilograms of Huangtian jade rice, 90 ginseng, 30 pieces of cold soul ice marrow dry, 20 packs of sweetheart dragon crystal sticks..."

Wang Qiong counted it and found that there was only a lot of food left. If he was alone, he would probably be able to last for eight or nine days.

There are a lot of inappropriate snacks, all of which were bought by Luo Qingyuan for him. Many of them were loved by Luo Qingyuan and they were indispensable foods on weekdays.

"I still have 800 Emperor Tian Yujiu Rice, 80 kilograms of fire-maned horse meat, 60 kilograms of white jade jade pork, and 120 kilograms of eight-fin ice-tailed fish..."

The fat man has a lot of stocks. In addition to Huangtian Yudao, the meat of various monsters is more than 3,000 kilograms.

Master Du counted it and his face looked a little ugly.

"Save some food, it's enough for us to live for half a month!"

"Damn... Master Du, you are too unreliable. How could you send us to such a ghost place?" Wang Qiong couldn't help but say.

At first glance, the world was boundless. Not to mention half a month, I am afraid that even if he gave him half a year, he might not be able to get out of this wasteland.

The most important thing is that there are various dangers along the way. Once a battle occurs, the energy will be consumed violently. If there is no food supplement, you will die faster.

"It was purely a mistake, it should be caused by interference from the Palace of Light." Mr. Du said with great certainty.

He slapped his ears and glanced at Wang Qiong.

"What can you do even if you go out? I'm afraid the Palace of Light is looking for you all over the world."

Wang Qiong's heart skipped a beat.

What Mr. Du said makes sense. This time, the first king sacrifice made a big fuss, and I am afraid that the Palace of Light will even have the heart to dig his ancestral tomb.

If you go out at this time, you will definitely become the target of public criticism.

"Since you come, please feel free. Boy, come with me..."

Master Du looked at the thunder clouds pressing above his head and walked towards the distance with his hooves.

"Where are we going?" Wang Qiong asked.

"First find a way to survive!"

The donkey whispered, his voice drowned by the surging thunder.

Wang Qiong and the fat man looked at each other and could only follow him with a tough bullet.

...

The wasteland is only endless desolation.

Wang Qiong, Fatty and Master Du left for seven days and found nothing.

Here, the physical energy is consumed faster, and the food I originally planned to be in half a month was already left.

The most unlucky thing is that halfway through, they met a mutated monster.

For the first time in his life, Wang Qiong saw such a strange monster with bone wings on his back and his hands evolved into weapons like humans, one sword and one sword, and even a killer move to hide.

Relying on the sharpness of the Black Dragon Sword and physical strength, Wang Qiong eventually exhausted him to death.

This monster has at least six or seven hundred kilograms, but unfortunately it has mutated and cannot be eaten at all.

Just when Wang Qiong felt a pity, Mr. Du said something like a basin of cold water, pouring it from beginning to end.

"This is human!"

"What?" Wang Qiong and Fatty both exclaimed, as if they didn't hear it clearly.

"Here, if humans cannot resist infection, they will become such a monster." Mr. Donkey looked at the corpse lying indifferently in the sand dune and said lightly: "This man was crazy hungry and ate the flesh of mutated monsters, so he became like this."

As he spoke, Master Du continued to move forward without looking back, and the strong smell of blood would soon attract monsters.

"Master Donkey, where did these people come from?" Wang Qiong couldn't help asking.

He really couldn't imagine why there were still traces of humans in such a desperate ruin.

"Some are exiled, while others have lived here for generations..." Mr. Du didn't say in detail.

The wasteland is mysterious. It has existed for a long time, and there are many different opinions about its origin.

"What happens if an ordinary person survives the infection?" the fat man asked.

Master Du suddenly stopped.
Chapter completed!