The cold wind whistles.

The wasteland is still that wasteland.

However, the person standing on the wasteland is no longer the person he was.

More than four years have passed in the Qiankun Cauldron, and several months have passed since the outside world.

Now, there are only about four months left before the second year of assessment.

However, Wang Chen has improved too much during this period.

He possesses two kinds of magical powers, and even has great magical powers and has the fifth level of Pure Yang.

Wang Chen is far from being able to compare with him at the time.

With his current strength, he may have the power to fight when he meets Qu Ze.

Thinking of this, Wang Chen felt curious.

"Wait until I go back, I will soar up."

Looking at the sky, Wang Chen murmured to himself.

He put away the Qiankun Cauldron.

In the universe, the coffin is still silent.

Wang Chen knew that Yihai was still recovering.

But he couldn't wait.

There is not much time left.

Deep in the air, the calls made Wang Chen feel a desire.

"I'll see what's calling me."

Finally, after taking a breath, Wang Chen looked into the depths of this wasteland with his eyes as if he were swords.

With that feeling, Wang Chen rose to the sky and rushed forward.

Stepping on the void, shrinking from the ground for thousands of miles, your body as light as a swallow.

This is everything Wang Chen showed at this moment.

However, even so, Wang Chen spent seven days before he stopped.

What a big world, what a big wasteland.

With Wang Chen's current strength to rise to the top, it took him seven days to imagine how far apart it was.

Even if it was from the inner city to the palace, I was afraid it would be like this.

If Wang Chen hadn't risen to the top, I'm afraid that with his original strength, it would have only been arriving at the place where he is now.

This made Wang Chen feel a lot.

In the distance, there is a lake.

Blood-red lake.

In the cold wind, blood rolled, making people feel sick.

The lake is only pinched, and a touch of blood ripples, as if it is charming the mind.

The surroundings of the blood-colored lake are full of yin energy, making people shudder.

“What is this place.”

He took a breath of air conditioning in his heart, and Wang Chen murmured to himself.

He frowned slightly and looked towards the lake.

Picking...

After taking one step, Wang Chen got closer to the lake.

Because, Wang Chen felt that the call seemed to come from the depths of the lake.

Picking...

Thinking of this, Wang Chen took another step forward.

At this moment, he stepped within a hundred meters of the lake.

Crazy...

And it was Wang Chen who took the step out and the lake rolled up.

Endless blood waves rolled, endless dead energy filled with it.

Even that breath suffocated Wang Chen.

His expression was a little pale, and Wang Chen's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Buzz...

A gentle whisper came, but Wang Chen had an additional long soldier in his hand.

The Yuanli soldiers condensed out, and Wang Chen mobilized endless energy in his body. It seemed that at this moment, he had a little confidence.

Slowly, Wang Chen approached the blood-colored lake step by step.

Rumble...

As Wang Chen got closer, the blood-colored lake vibrated even more crazily.

The blood waves surged, and the bloody smell soared into the sky.

The whole world seemed to turn into blood.

Until Wang Chen approached the lake ten meters, Wang Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.

In the blood-colored lake, an altar slowly rose.

And around the altar, endless blood waves turned into terrifying demons dancing gracefully.

Such a strange scene made Wang Chen's heart feel like he was grabbed by an invisible hand, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Thousands of blood-colored people have no skin, only flesh and blood.

Terrifying altar, complex patterns...

“That’s…”

When Wang Chen looked at the altar carefully, he couldn't help but stop.

The slowly rising altar appeared at this moment, which Wang Chen unexpectedly appeared.

That was a coffin.

That's right.

It's a coffin.

Moreover, it is an extremely deep red coffin.

It is like a coffin formed by blood, with a monstrous murderous intent and endless unwillingness to struggle wildly.

However, on the altar, there were nine huge red stone pillars standing, and a blood-colored iron chain stretched out from each stone pillar, tying the coffin to the altar.

No matter what the coffin wants to do, it will be of no use.

For a moment, nine iron chains clattered.

The sound seemed to come from Jiuyou, which made Wang Chen feel numb.

What a horrible and weird scene.

"You are here."

Amid Wang Chen's silence, a faint voice came.

It seemed to come from all directions, and it seemed to rise in Wang Chen's heart.

The moment the sound appeared, Wang Chen paused violently.

Obviously, I should be afraid at this moment, but why did Wang Chen feel a sense of sadness.

It seemed that everything about him was locked in the coffin, and it seemed that there was something about him in the coffin.

Why can’t I help but feel sad and angry in my heart.

Who is it, who has traveled through time and space, and who is it, standing on the wasteland of thousands of years of money.

It seemed as if Wang Chen saw a figure proudly in the world.

He fought with the sky, but in the end, he ended up in a crushing situation.

In a trance, Wangcheng felt cold all over his body.

"Is it...you? You... are here."

Another faint sound came, and Wang Chen slowly came to his senses.
To be continued...