Zhang Yang chose to fly with his sword in a defenseless state.
Firstly, it is very low-key, there is no red rainbow, no aura, and secondly, it consumes the least amount of money.
Because now he is flying to a star.
Well, this is not a star in the popular sense, and the distance between it and Zhang Yang is far less terrifying and out of reach.
Therefore, he only flew with his sword for three months and nine days before finally approaching this Dharma-ending world.
Of course, this time change was estimated by Zhang Yang himself. After all, there is no reference at all. What he can refer to is the standard unit of heaven and earth spiritual energy that suddenly appears around his body every day.
From this point of view, the world will of the Xianxia True Realm is really generous.
At this time, Zhang Yang was not busy entering the target world, but quietly observing.
This Dharma-ending world is like a big fireball, but it is far not as big as the earth or the sun, because that thing is not any known celestial body at all.
The flame coming out of this big fireball is orange-red and very bright, but usually this bright color also represents a precursor to extinguishing.
As for the inside of the big fire ball, some weak and thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth can still be sensed, but this thinness is almost equivalent to the effect of putting a pound of fat into Dongting Lake.
“It’s a bit of a trap!”
Zhang Yang sighed and ran into the big fireball in front of him.
It's very easy. It is indeed the end of the Dharma era, and even the space barrier is gone.
This is an undefended world.
Then the first thing Zhang Yang felt was death.
The strong aura of death shows that the world is rapidly rushing towards death.
The second thing he felt was chaos, not the chaos of the fifth sequence, but the chaos of a life system.
Accompanied by this feeling, Zhang Yang arrived and appeared on a barren mountain.
There is no lush forest on the mountain, not even a decent, majestic tree. But that does not mean that there are no trees, there are still some. Without exception, they are twisted and ferocious, as if they are being fried in a pan. of evil spirits.
The weeds on the ground were also low, withered, and half-dead, yet exuding an air of ferocity.
The above is not a description of drought. The mountains and fields during drought years were not so exaggerated.
Zhang Yang knows that this is just because the world is heading towards death, so everything in this world is frantically struggling to survive!
That's right, earn your life.
Mountains are evil mountains, water is evil water, trees are evil trees, grass is evil grass, and people are of course evil people.
If a person is extremely evil, he is an evil spirit.
This ghost is not a ghost, but is similar to the ghosts in folklore on earth. It is a ghost in the human heart.
To establish a sect of cultivating immortals in such a world, you still need to survive the tribulation and ascend
It’s really haha.
Zhang Yang sighed and was not busy exploring the world, because theoretically in this Dharma-ending world, he was the best in the world. Unless there were outsiders, he would be invincible.
Are you feeling invincible at the start
So the crux of the matter is not fighting.
"First of all, my natal aura must be used sparingly. This will be an accumulation process."
"But this Dharma-ending world, which is on the verge of death, obviously cannot restore its youth by injecting enough spiritual energy from heaven and earth."
"This world is bound to die, but I must find something valuable that can propel me through the tribulation and ascend, and then complete the entire task of building a village."
With this thought in mind, Zhang Yang stepped down the mountain. That's right, he didn't dare to wield the sword anymore. In this Dharma-ending world, even if he consumes a little bit of mana, it's not worth the gain.
After descending from the barren mountain, he saw a long-abandoned road. On both sides of the road, you could still vaguely see the shadow of some farmland, but now there were no crops in the farmland, only an octopus-like weed remained. Sticking to the ground, like a starving ghost reincarnated.
The sky is bleak, the sun is actually a bit cold, and the thin clouds are as weak as fog.
Zhang Yang walked down the road and walked into the field. The octopus-like weeds came to life at this moment, trying to tie up Zhang Yang's feet and then eat them.
Zhang Yang was indifferent and allowed the wild grass to sweep away quickly. Finally, when he turned into a grass dumpling, he saw the head of a woman.
Her body was this weed, and she let out a hissing sound in her mouth, and rushed forward like crazy to enjoy this delicious meal.
Zhang Yang suddenly reached out his hand, crushed the woman's head, and let out a long sigh.
This woman is a monster, or a monster, at least on the surface.
But actually no, this is a weird person.
The demon clan is the darling of heaven and earth, and their flesh and bones contain spiritual energy. They should be the first to die in this Dharma-ending world.
As for this human monster, the reason why she can undergo such strange changes is because of mutation.
A mutation sliding into the abyss.
This is completely opposite to cultivating to achieve immortality and cultivating to achieve extraordinary breakthroughs.
Zhang Yang finally glanced at the dilapidated village in the distance, turned around and left. He didn't need to guess to know where all the people in the village had gone. Mutating into the abyss also requires energy. If they can't absorb it from the outside world, they can only kill each other.
"The abyss ghosts attack the human race for the sake of civilized competition. This is understandable, but there is a kind of ghost that specializes in killing people. It is the most hateful!"
After walking along the deserted road for three hundred miles, the strange and deserted atmosphere was slightly relieved. There were more traces of walking on the road. The weeds on the roadside finally had a hint of normal green, but there was still a tree on both sides of the road. An abandoned village and farmland.
"Stop, rob!"
Three savage-like bandits emerged from a small ditch in front of them. They had messy hair and beards, were barefoot, and were wearing animal skins. They were skinny and had green eyes. They were holding rusty and broken forks in their hands.
This is probably the worst gangster ever.
Zhang Yang ignored it and just kicked up a small stone to end the battle.
These are just three humanoid evil spirits that may mutate into evil spirits.
"Hmm, aura?"
Continuing to walk forward for about fifty miles, Zhang Yang suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked ahead with surprise. In that area, which was about five hundred and six miles in diameter, the sun was slightly brighter, and even the clouds and fog were much less. No wonder there are robbers here.
Zhang Yang strode over, and sure enough, farmland with weak greenery gradually appeared on both sides of the road, populated but still desolate villages, and pedestrians on the road.
This is the first normal person Zhang Yang has met.
He was very strong, with a big beard and a big knife on his back, striding across from Zhang Yang.
"Friend, I want to ask about the way out."
Zhang Yang called the other party to stop, but in fact the other party stopped twenty meters away, with a wary look on his face.
"Fifty miles further, we'll reach Guobei County. A certain person is the ghost-hunting master of Guobei County. Where did you come from?"
Zhang Yang was stunned and almost thought he heard wrongly.
Is it the same name? Is it a coincidence? Or, this is Guobei County!