The Western Wasteland was a vast desert. It was a barren land that stretched for thousands of miles.
The sun was high up in the sky and the temperature reached forty to fifty degrees Celsius. Even if an egg was placed in the desert, it would be cooked quickly. It was incomparably hot. This was not a place for humans to live.
At this moment, a figure was running at high speed in the desert like a super sports car. Behind him, thousands of layers of sand and dust swirled up, filling the sky with yellow sand.
And this person was Xia Ping from the Western Wasteland City.
He was leaping in the desert with one foot lightly touching the ground. Two transparent wings sprouted from his back, manipulating the airflow. With a rumbling sound, he was like a Kun Peng, gliding quickly in the air.
Every time he glided, he could fly one or two kilometers. It was extremely fast.
"This is great."
After leaving the Western Wasteland City and coming to this vast world, Xia Ping felt as if there were no restrictions on his body. He could use his Qigong as he pleased.
He continuously circulated his Kun Peng Steps, displaying this peerless movement technique to the fullest.
After reaching the Martial Master realm, humans of this level could already control Quintessence, condense air, and glide in the air. Their speed was many times faster than a Martial Disciple.
Some people condensed Quintessence in their feet and instantly exploded like a jet plane. This allowed their feet to produce a strong propulsion force, allowing them to dash hundreds of meters in an instant.
Some people controlled the air and condensed the air around their feet, forming an air barrier. When humans stepped on it, it was as if they were walking in the sky. Their speed was also extremely fast.
As for the Kun Peng Steps that Xia Ping cultivated, he circulated Quintessence on his back, feet, and other parts of his body and condensed them into Kun Peng wings. He controlled the air and glided in the air.
This method could make use of the turbulence in the air to increase one's speed. Furthermore, it could save energy. This was an extremely brilliant technique that required precise control of Quintessence.
If an ordinary Martial Disciple wanted to control it, it would take at least ten years. It was extremely difficult.
"Just at the Martial Master realm, he is already so powerful. It is said that when he advances to the Grandmaster realm, his Quintessence will transform into astral energy. At that time, his power will be more than ten times stronger." Xia Ping was very fascinated, "Once a Grandmaster realm expert moves, his speed will be extremely fast. He can break through the sound barrier and rub against the air, causing his entire body to emit flames."
"When one attains the King Realm, one can even break free from the pull of gravity. This is true flight and soaring through space."
As for why a King Realm expert was able to accomplish such an inconceivable feat, he still didn't know the answer for now. Because that realm seemed to have numerous secrets that ordinary martial artists were unable to know about.
However, this matter is too far away from me right now. I should focus on the present. Xia Ping kept running deeper into the desert, his speed increasing.
He utilized the Kun Peng Steps and controlled the airflow to glide as he leaped about. Every inch of his muscles was utilized to the limit. At this moment, he was simply like a Kun Peng.
When he reached his limit, Xia Ping felt the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth crazily rushing into every pore of his body, continuously tempering his muscles, meridians, skin, blood vessels, internal organs, and other parts of his body.
Even the oncoming gale, when the speed reached a certain degree, would be like a hammer, striking from all directions, tempering Xia Ping's body without any blind spots.
The potential in the depths of his body was also stimulated bit by bit under this extreme exercise.
It could be said that sometimes running was also a kind of arduous cultivation, and the effect of cultivation was no less than fighting to the death.
"Bang!"
After running for an unknown amount of time, Xia Ping felt that the Quintessence in his body seemed to have reached a limit. The Quintessence was like an ocean surging around his meridians, and the medicinal energy hidden in the depths of his body was also rapidly refined.
His body trembled violently, and the twenty-sixth meridian was actually broken in that instant. A large amount of Quintessence surged, and his strength and speed increased once again.
"I've improved again."
Xia Ping's face was filled with joy. He didn't expect that just running would have such a shocking effect on cultivation. Maybe sometimes, this kind of extreme training would be of great benefit to him.
Just like this, he ran for a few hours, passing through the vast desert, and finally arrived at the Demonic Spirit Vein.
"This is the Demonic Spirit Vein?!"
Xia Ping stopped and calmed his breathing, slowly recovering the exhausted Quintessence in his body. However, the Quintessence in his body was many times denser than that of an ordinary Martial Master.
Just running for a few hours was not enough to completely exhaust the Quintessence in his body. At most, he was panting a little.
He looked into the distance, and saw that at the edge of the desert, there was a huge abandoned Demonic Spirit Vein. Huge black stone mountains stood in front of him, and the mountain peaks stood in great numbers.
This was simply an endless mountain range, covering an area of thousands of kilometers. It was as if there was a huge black beast lying in the depths of the desert, emitting an oppressive aura.
At this moment, these stone mountains were riddled with holes, as if they had been excavated countless times. There were holes in them, like a beehive.
These holes made whistling sounds, and a cold wind blew. It was as if there were many terrifying demons living in them.
"What a gloomy place."
Xia Ping's eyes revealed a trace of coldness. In this huge abandoned Demonic Spirit Vein, he could feel the oppressive demonic aura coming from the depths of the Demonic Spirit Vein. It contained an abyss of evil, like the sins of hell.
Furthermore, these huge black stone mountains were not scattered messily in the surroundings. Instead, they were arranged in an orderly manner, distributed in different locations, forming a natural formation.
Under this formation, there seemed to be a space of its own. The demonic aura within the space was restrained, and only a trace of demonic aura was emitted.
"Powerful. Could it be that this Demonic Spirit Vein was set up by an expert in the ancient times? Or was it born this way? "Xia Ping immediately felt the danger of this Demonic Spirit Vein.
Furthermore, when he was about to get close to the Demonic Spirit Vein, he felt an indescribable pressure coming from the sky. It was as if if someone's strength surpassed the Martial Master Realm, they would be crushed by this formation.
"Stop right there!"
Just as Xia Ping was about to step into the Demonic Spirit Vein, there was suddenly an angry roar coming from the front. This voice was like the roar of a war drum, shaking his heart to the point that it felt like it was going to shatter.
With a "sou" sound, dozens of strange monsters appeared at the edge of the Demonic Spirit Vein. They had the torso of a human, but the head of a tiger, the head of a black wolf, the head of a poisonous snake, etc.
"Demon Clan!"
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