He Batyue's carriage continued towards the Tianwu River.

The carriage was still unhurried, just like a carriage on a spring day, but after passing the Taoist hall where the rogue was entrenched, the driver did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and passed through several such places on the route.

Some of them are pretentious and do not communicate with the outside world, but they enjoy the worship and worship of the villagers in the local area, and some of them are notorious in the local area because they have some practitioners as guardians and worshippers.

Like those weed-like rogues, even if the small cultivation sites and gate valves in this kind of place are destroyed, they will not cause too much of a sensation when the Guanlong area has completely lost control.

So He Batyue was very satisfied.

Feeling those insignificant vitality constantly flowing into the meridians in the body like a sea of thousands of streams, gradually forming a droplet-like true element in one's own body, feeling that those true elements continue to fall into the sea of qi like spring rain, this feeling is extraordinarily wonderful.

The closer he got to the wasteland outside the Tianwu River, the more wonderful this feeling became, and between any breaths, some delicious vitality would pour into his body with the breath, and then inadvertently, it would quietly turn into the true yuan that fell into his sea of qi.

There are countless times in the texts of the cultivator world that the so-called unity of heaven and man and the use of heaven and earth for use have been depicted, but perhaps since the beginning of the You Dynasty, only the Emperor of You and cultivators like him would have such a feeling.

Suddenly, however, something was wrong in his perception.

He felt that there was another force that was also desperately sucking the vitality generated by death in heaven and earth, that new force was very weak to him, but it was extremely greedy, like a young beast that never had enough to eat, that kind of crazy sucking made him feel a little evil, and that power was in the wasteland outside the Tianwu River, that kind of direct contact without distance, so that this greedy young beast had an advantage over him when absorbing the vitality generated by death, and it was faster than him to absorb it from such a distance.

The curtain on the carriage door waved instantly.

His figure disappeared in the carriage, and after a breath, a shadow-like light appeared in the air in the distance in front of the carriage, followed by a terrifying sonic boom.

He Bayue had never been able to really stop Chen Ziyun in the previous chase, but apart from Chen Ziyun, he was still the second fastest cultivator in the world, and even if he lost in that chase, he didn't feel that he couldn't intercept Chen Ziyun next time.

Because in that chase, he was only after the battle with the Demon Sect, and the number of True Yuan in his body was not enough, as long as he had more True Yuan in his body, he should be able to really catch up with Chen Ziyun.

And this was one of the reasons that prompted him to decide to accumulate the True Yuan in his body to the extent that he couldn't squander it all.

With a thunderous roar, He Bayue's figure appeared in the wasteland outside the Tianwu River.

In this wasteland outside the Tianwu River, although those armies have long since withdrawn, there are still traces of battle left everywhere on the ground, there are countless holes smashed by the bombardment of powerful weapons and magic weapons, and there are even many deep ravines cut out by thunder and lightning and powerful sword qi, and what is even more shocking is that the color and traces of the blood solidified in the soil have not been eliminated, and the color of the ground soil in a large area is extremely strange.

However, it is not these that occupy the protagonist in this wasteland, but the large piles of charcoal fires that have not been completely extinguished, and the scorching smoke that fills the air.

The huge fire pits that had not yet been completely extinguished, the embers in the fire, and the smell that permeated the air, instantly stiffened Hebatyue's body.

His face hadn't changed significantly, but when he saw it for the first time, there was already a voice in his body that seemed to sound from the Heavenly Destiny Blood Box, and it began to roar, "Who is it... Who did it. ”

The great battle that took place in this wasteland outside the Tianwu River should be the one that brought together the most powerful cultivators in these hundreds of years, and at the same time, the largest number of cultivators died.

Even if it didn't last long, more than a million troops on both sides were strangled here, and the number of sergeants and low-level cultivators who died in a short period of time was rare in these hundreds of years.

This war was not far away from the arrival of Hebatyue at this time, for him, this place should be filled with the vitality generated by countless deaths, and between his every breath, it should be like breathing directly in the water, and those vitality gathered in front of him should be as viscous and abundant as the flow of water.

However, this is not the case.

He had felt that he was too far away from this plain outside the Tianwu River, but when he was really here, all that filled his nose was this scorching smoke, and the vitality generated by those deaths was still thin, and during the time he came, most of them had been greedily sucked away by the young beast in his perception.

This was a piece of treasure that he expected, but when he felt something abnormal and spent a lot of True Yuan to arrive, most of this treasure had already been destroyed, and there was a young beast devouring the remnants of the destroyed treasure in the ruins of this treasure, how could this not make him angry?

He easily locked onto the young beast's breath, and in the next moment, with the continuous terrifying sound of breaking the air, he appeared not far from the young beast with wind and thunder.

A furious force slammed the young beast out of the ground the moment he actually landed, and then slammed it into the mud.

This is a young ascetic.

He Bayue easily knew that this was an ascetic from Mobei, and he didn't need to think about it, he also knew that this ascetic's method of devouring the vitality here came from the Demon Sect.

He landed in front of the young ascetic who had been crushed into the mud by him.

It was precisely because of the Demon Sect that he did not get the Netherworld Silkworm and the Nine Netherworld King Sword, which made his such a perfect plan appear so many variables, so as long as the connection between these Mobei ascetics and the Demon Sect appeared in his mind, the anger in his heart could not be calmed.

He looked at the young ascetic who had been beaten by him and had most of his bones broken, and looked at the miserable appearance of the other party, and he said indifferently, "Why is this happening here?"

"I don't know. ”

The young dervish looked at him a little dazed, but even more frightened, "Before I came here, those people had already burned almost all the bodies of those cultivators and sergeants. ”

He took a deep breath, and he began to struggle to control his emotions.

He didn't speak again.

Everything the young ascetic behaved in such a way that he thought that he was just a lowly creature walking in the shadows, a wild dog in the steppe trying to get food from the lion's mouth.

This humble existence like a wild dog, for him at this time, at least before he came, collected a lot of vitality for him that would be lost.

"Leave me alone...," the young ascetic groaned in pain and pleaded.

At this moment, He Batyue's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he looked up into the distance, which should be the battlefield where the Northern Remnants and the armies of Achai Zhen were fighting, and there, he also felt the same aura as this young dervishe.

"Is there anyone like you in Mobei rushing over?" he asked, looking at the young dervishe.

"There are also a few of my senior brothers, but they don't know that I arrived here first from Mobei. The young dervish was on the verge of tears.

He Batyue didn't say anything more.

He took a step forward.

He stepped on the dervance's chest, and the dervish died in agony.

He Batyue breathed slowly, and when the Yuan Qi in the ascetic's body radiated and flowed into the meridians in his body, he felt a little better.