At this moment, they were all in the middle of a huge plain.
Outside of the spirit garden of the Wasteland race that was originally shrouded in white fog was a vast plain covered with all sorts of strange ancient plants. It seemed to be endless, but there were no signs of ruins.
This spiritual garden of the Wasteland race was only a tiny piece of the boundless wasteland.
The size of this Buddha was simply unimaginable.
Although there were all sorts of ancient plants growing in the wilderness outside the spirit garden, there didn't seem to be any ancient medicinal herbs recorded inside. It should have grown naturally, without the special nurturing of the Wasteland Race.
At this moment, what shocked Wei Suo and the rest the most was that on this boundless wasteland that could not be seen even at the horizon, a gigantic mountain was standing on the left side in front of them!
This sky-upholding giant mountain could only be described with the word "sky-upholding" because, including Wei Suo and the others, they had never seen such a huge mountain.
It could be said that regardless of whether it was the giant mountain ranges between the seven continents or the one Wei Suo and the rest, when they first entered the pagoda, the mountain range they saw that gave them an unreal feeling of five to six thousand feet tall was continuous. Compared to this sky-upholding mountain, it was like a little brother.
Even with Wei Suo's eyesight, he was unable to see the peak of this giant mountain within his line of sight. It was at least 20,000 feet high!
Because what they could see now was the mountain, but it was at least a thousand feet high. On this mountain, which was eighty to a thousand feet high, there was a black fog that was constantly changing its shape, as though it were a giant demon.
On the mountain that was over a thousand feet high, countless dim lights flickered as if there were countless dark blue colored weapons killing each other. The gigantic mountain atop the pagoda was actually half below the Nine Heavens Squall layer, while half of it was stabbed into the Nine Heavens Squall layer!
It was as if the sky had been pierced through.
Not to mention Wei Suo and the others, even this mountain in the Spirit Garden of the Wasteland Race was far too small compared to this sky-upholding mountain.
What would it be like to enter such a huge mountain and climb to the top?
Facing such a huge mountain, everyone had the illusion that the world had been magnified infinitely.
At this moment, there were several silver-black gales on the enormous mountain, on which one could only see the peak of the mountain. At this moment, on the enormous mountain, on which one could see the other half of the ninth heaven, there were several silver-black gales.
One of them was headed in the direction of Wei Suo and the others.
This sinister black wind spread out more and more, just like a tsunami. Along the way, all of the ancient trees and plants on the plains were ground into dust. Countless fragments flew about, the power growing even more terrifying.
"Husband, this gale doesn't seem to have been formed naturally. Could someone have activated some sort of restriction on that giant mountain?" After the initial shock, the Sorcerer Goddess frowned as she saw the rapidly approaching black storm. She turned to Wei Suo and said.
"It should be. Half of this sky-upholding giant mountain was extended into the ninth heaven's yin Yin layer, but it was not flattened. It was definitely protected by some sort of restriction. "If this restriction was unstable, then the vegetation in this wasteland would have been destroyed a long time ago. It wouldn't have grown for tens of thousands of years without any signs of movement." Wei Suo nodded.
"Come, let's go take a look first." After nodding his head, Wei Suo spoke to everyone and called for them to move forward.
There were no shortcuts within this astonishingly vast pagoda with no maps at all, and only places could be searched.
Within the time of a few dozen breaths, the black, tsunami-like wind had already reached a place not too far away.
"Pfft!" With a "pa pa" sound, Wei Suo directly opened up an earthen yellow spiritual light barrier, enclosing everyone within it. Immediately, streams of astral winds and countless pieces of broken wood and stones collided against the spiritual light barrier, causing a series of explosions. However, they were all completely blocked, unable to break through Wei Suo's earthen yellow spiritual light barrier.
"Elder sister Yuqing, you've already broken through to the True Immortal level. How powerful have your divine senses become?" At this moment, Han Weiwei and Shui Ling'er had already arrived beside Nangong Yuqing. They curiously looked around Nangong Yuqing.
"It should cover a thousand or eight hundred kilometers." Nangong Yuqing couldn't help but give it a try herself. Following that, she said a few words to Han Weiwei and Shui Ling'er as her chest heaved up and down. It was obvious that she was unable to calm down for a short period of time.
"So powerful."
"Only this much?"
However, the meaning behind those two sweet cries was completely different. The one who felt that the most powerful was Shui Ling'er, and the one who felt that the youngest was Han Weiwei, was Han Weiwei.
"You're already so astonishing, and you still think it's too little?" When Shui Ling'er heard Han Weiwei's words, she could not help but say it out loud.
"The four armed Wasteland Clan from before were able to travel three to four thousand Li in a single attack. "And it's not even at its peak yet. Isn't the four-armed Wasteland clan only around the True Immortal level in terms of strength?" Han Weiwei pouted.
Their tribe, like the Spirit Race, have a very long lifespan, but it will take them many years to mature. Even though the four-armed Wasteland Race only has the battle power of around True Immortals, they have only matured for a few thousand years, and the longer their bodies are soaked in True Essence, the more naturally their Spiritual Sense will grow. And after accumulating for several thousand years, if their luck is not too bad, they will at least get some useful elixirs. Ling Long Tian looked at Han Weiwei and said, "Moreover, although that four-armed great elder can send out three to four thousand miles with a single strike, the distance that can be accurately locked is definitely not as great as that."
"When it comes to longevity, we cultivators and the Wasteland are indeed incomparable." Grandmaster Yuan Yin and the others all nodded.
"Dead merchants. Looks like the heavenly fire has already gone through your evolution. Nangong Yuqing should be able to use this technique now. Pass it to her." At this moment, Ling Tian took a deep breath and slowly said, "Although Great Martingale Tian is only Di Tian, his cultivation technique is special. He was also one of the strongest contenders in that war."
"Just Di Tian?" If it was in normal times, when they heard Ling Long Tian say these words, many people would have been unable to hold back from shouting them out. However, at this moment, when everyone heard Ling Chutian's words, they felt a chill run down their spines.
Now, they all knew clearly that in the battle against Bei Mang back then, there were many heaven-defying characters that could defeat Di Tian. There were even people like the Emperor of Clear Sky and the Immortal Emperor.
An ordinary Di Tian character was indeed not a particularly shocking existence in the battle at that time.
However, for people like Ling Long Tian and Great Martingale Tian, under some sort of sneak attack or trap, they could easily deal with an existence that surpassed the level of an Emperor. However, they could also join the top battle and play a big role.
According to the information that Da Litian had left for Wei Suo, at that time, the top figures of the Wasteland race and the Spirit Race had disappeared after the battle. Since there was an eighty to eighty percent chance that the Great Martingale Heaven had fallen here, this pagoda might very well be the final battleground for the most powerful individual in the Northern Mang War.
Perhaps the supreme elder of the Wasteland Race had planned this out and lured the supreme elder of the Spirit Race here as well. He would do his best to gain some advantage.
The last bit of power left behind by such a top-level character was no small matter. If it wasn't for Wei Suo, the wargod formed from the last bit of subconscious consciousness of the Great Martingale Heavens, he would have been invincible.
"Yuqing, this is the Heavenly Flame that I've evolved and improved. I've added in the origin energy Laws where true fire and thunder are able to counter each other. See if you can comprehend it quickly enough." Wei Suo nodded. Without further ado, he pointed a jade talisman in front of Nangong Yuqing.
Of course, Wei Suo was very clear on what the current 'deal' was.
Even though Nangong Yuqing had already reached the True Immortal Realm and the power of the Great Desolate Enlightenment Scripture must be extraordinary, her physical body was still relatively weak. It would still be extremely dangerous for her to fight an existence above the True Immortal Realm.
From the time he had entered the pagoda until now, he could tell that there might be more benefits from continuing to explore. After all, this sort of base camp of the Wasteland race was similar to the ones at the top, at least at the Emperor level. This kind of base camp of the Wasteland race was similar to the ones at the top, at least at the Emperor level.
After all, those barbarians didn't fly in the sky for nothing. In addition to the appearance of this great martingale sky, Wei Suo had already felt that there was a high possibility that there was a mighty elder of the Wasteland race here. He continued to shoot out blue arms in order to attract people to come over.
Right now, the only thing he could not understand was the description of the severed arms. They weren't weak at all. If they could unleash such power and divine abilities, why couldn't they be unleashed directly? And not just within the blue arm?
… ….
"This is?"
Just as Wei Suo and the others broke through the oncoming black gale and flew towards the enormous mountain in the middle of the Yin Gale layer, in a huge valley, the Divine Monarch, the Divine Tide King, Yan Beihui, and more than twenty cultivators of the Anti-Fire Alliance were trembling all over.
In this valley, there were dozens of strange and enormous ancient plants.
Each of these plants was a hundred to two hundred feet tall, and their appearance was that of a lantern grass that had been magnified countless times.
There were two or three man-sized fruits growing on the wickerlike stems that snaked up to the sky.
The outer skin of each fruit was pale yellow and translucent, like a layer of crystal film. However, inside each fruit, there was an exceptionally clear figure!