Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1460 Uncertain Strength
With a snap of his fingers, Yang Cong turned into a 12-year-old boy, but fortunately, there was no problem with his strength.

However, compared to those of them who have rejuvenated, others have white hair and wrinkles, and are decades older.

People in their 20s who were full of vigor, now some have become children, and some have become old people.

This makes them incomprehensible.

At this time, many people have already cried out, unable to bear such a blow.

Little by little, everyone continued to walk outside the ancient forbidden area.

Along the way, everyone was silent and silent.

Only Yang Wenhao's mentality is the most stable.

Although he was a little surprised that he was also affected, he was not too touched.

Age meant nothing to him, and perhaps he would have grown old too if it hadn't been for what he ate from Pombo.

But according to the truth in the world, he is already a thousand years old, but he still looks like a young man, and getting old is of no use to him.

Yang Cong followed behind everyone, and everyone walked forward step by step.

And when stepping out of the ancient forbidden land, everyone felt relieved, as if the mountain that was pressing on them disappeared.

Yang Cong also let out a sigh of relief, the ancient and forbidden land put too much pressure on him, if he stayed any longer, he would probably be forced to mobilize the life energy in his whole body to resist the suppression.

Before leaving the ancient forbidden land, Yang Cong looked back at the endless abyss.

In the endless abyss like the Nine Netherworld, countless chains made of fairy materials are all binding a person.

"Desolate Lord!"

For some reason, such a name came to Yang Cong's mind.

I can't see its face clearly, so I don't know whether it is a man or a woman.

"Hey, I can't touch it now." Yang Cong also sighed, his strength is at the level of Tianzun in the Emperor Realm.

But when he came to this world, it was an unknown, but he was sure that his strength was definitely not the strongest.

Because he felt the oppression of this world on him, Yang Cong was very clear about the feeling of shackles.

"I don't know how strong the so-called ancient emperor is."

Yang Cong finally shook his head, turned around and followed Ye Fan and the others.

When Yang Cong was the last to come out, he found that there was an extra fairy in front of Ye Fan and the others.

"A man of Taoism!"

The moment Yang Cong saw the woman, he detected the woman's strength.

"Mortal body."

The woman in front of him could kill him with one blow.

Yang Cong said with emotion: "I don't know how powerful this world is, I don't understand it at all."

After that woman learned that they came out of the ancient forbidden land, she took them out of the forest.

Because there are many extremely terrifying creatures in this forest, they are just a group of mortals, they can't resist at all, except for Yang Cong.

After being taken away by the woman, they quickly landed in front of a mountain gate.

This is a good place for cultivation, it can be regarded as a blessed place.

Being brought into this blessed place, everyone quickly got the attention of the elders in this blessed place.

There is no other reason, it is because they came out of the barren ancient forbidden land, which is extremely miraculous.

And some things that happened immediately made those monks look at Ye Fan and others with admiration.

Yang Cong didn't bother to answer, turned around and prepared to leave.

Yang Cong is the most inconspicuous of all, because he can cover up his aura well.

And using the secret method, no one noticed him.

He just left that blessed land with all his strength.

The place where Yang Cong is located is the country of Yan. Under the eastern wasteland of Nuoda, the country of Yan is just a drop in the ocean.

For the next year, Yang Cong continued to investigate in this world.

In this world, there are five great secret realms, namely Lunhai, Dao Palace, Siji, Hualong, and Xiantai.

There are many subdivisions among the five great secret realms, but what Yang Cong pays attention to is the realm of Xiantai.

At this time, a year has passed, and Yang Cong came to Zhongzhou. He didn't want to reveal his identity, but he still wanted to test his strength.

Yang Cong took steps to step in the void, one step at a time.

He came to a mountain. In fact, as early as half a year ago, he already knew that there were a group of bandits who were doing all kinds of evil.

These bandits are very powerful, and one of them is a strong man from the Dragon Transformation Realm.

On this day, Yang Cong came to this mountain and walked in step by step.

And all the bandits who met him were smashed into pieces by Yang Cong's Taoism, turning into blood mist after piece.

Yang Cong's behavior also instantly attracted the overlord of the mountain, the king of the cottage, a monk who can transform a dragon.

Soon, a figure came across the sky stepping on dragon and tiger steps, and landed in front of Yang Cong.

"Fellow Taoist, what you are doing is going too far." The dragon-turning monk stared at Yang Cong with cold eyes.

"Let's do it." Yang Cong said flatly.

He just wants a fight.

"Go to hell!" Seeing Yang Cong's arrogance, the cultivator of Dragon Transformation ignited an unknown fire in his heart, and directly slapped Yang Cong with his palm.

"It's too weak." The sweeping power was like a ray of wind in front of Yang Cong. With a backhand slap, the cultivator at the dragon transformation level was hit hard and flew out.

"puff"

The cultivator at the Dragon Transformation Realm spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Yang Cong in horror: "You are powerful!"

"Are you capable?" Yang Cong looked at his palm, puzzled.

He felt that his strength should be that of a saint, not some great power.

But think about it, such a cultivator at the level of dragon transformation, the strongest I have ever seen is probably Almighty.

Where have you seen any saints?

During the year of wandering around, Yang Cong has not heard of any place where there are saints, almost all of them are powerful and holy masters, and kings are extremely rare.

"I'm not the strongest."

Yang Cong has always believed in this.

Waving the entire cottage into nothingness, he turned and left.

After a long time, he returned to Yandi, which is the Eastern Wilderness Yan Kingdom.

It landed in front of the Lingxu Cave.

As if sensing Yang Cong's undisguised powerful aura, several auroras flew out of the Lingxu Cave.

"you are?"

A few old men landed in front of Yang Cong. They felt very familiar with Yang Cong, but they couldn't remember him.

Suddenly, an old man looked at Yang Cong in surprise, as if he recognized him: "You are the one who walked out of the ancient forbidden land with Pang Bo and others a year ago!"

They always felt that there was one person missing at the beginning, but they didn't think about it carefully, they just thought it didn't matter.

But now it seems they were wrong.

The young man in front of them was much stronger than them, and the ethereal pressure was like a mountain pressing on them.

Every word he said to Yang Cong seemed to be talking to the holy masters of those holy places.

(End of this chapter)