At this time, Ke Xiaoliang, who was also at the base, naturally sensed Song Qingwen's actions immediately.
As the object of Ke Xiaoliang's focus, Ke Xiaoliang basically knew Song Qingwen's every move in the huzhong world.
"He's going to find Wang Yu and the others?"
"This...!" Ke Xiaoliang felt quite unhappy.
The Perfect Castle is a 'harvest' treasure land that Ke Xiaoliang promoted and built, in order to attract a large number of Demon Sect disciples to enter by adding oil, and then cut them off ruthlessly.
After all, the demon sect monks who gradually became dull and began to build infrastructure were providing less and less magic value on a daily basis.
This is not in line with Ke Xiaoliang's interests.
He doesn't need these Demon Sect monks to turn famine and wilderness survival into Minecraft and Farm Story.
By chance, with the right candidates and opportunities, Ke Xiaoliang promoted the creation of the 'Perfect Castle' behind the scenes as a 'copy' for the external expansion of these Demon Sect disciples.
Harvest magic value with more intense conflicts, weirder environments, and various exquisite designs.
Going to such a place is of course a test for those Demon Sect disciples.
But for Song Qingwen, it was not enough.
Although in terms of apparent strength, Song Qingwen was only in the early stages of becoming a demon-sealer in this world, and the difference between him and other demon sect disciples who had just received enlightenment was probably only a degree of accumulation.
However, this is only apparent.
Song Qingwen possesses skills, experience, wisdom, and scheming that are unparalleled by ordinary disciples.
The exquisite structure of a perfect castle may not be able to trap him.
"We have to create some trouble for him to check and balance him." Ke Xiaoliang thought.
Then he pointed to his heart and pointed it out again.
On a cliff thousands of meters away from the Demon Sect base, Yin Feiyang, who was hanging upside down and resting on the cliff, opened his evil eyes.
He saw Song Qingwen leaving, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
"He? Where are you going?"
Originally, Yin Feiyang didn't want to care.
But an idea came to his mind inexplicably. It was just a hesitant idea at first, but now it became firm.
"It may be unusual for him to take action personally. I should follow closely to prevent him from succeeding!" Yin Feiyang thought to himself.
Then he said to the disciples beside him who had been turned into pure black envoys: "Stay here, stick to your heart, and don't be infected by evil forces. Monitor those bastards of the Demon Sect, don't let them I treated my fellow disciples harshly. I will come back as soon as I go!"
After saying that, Yin Feiyang flapped his wings and rose into the sky.
On the ground, Song Qingwen stepped on the breeze, as if a gust of wind was holding and rolling him as he hurried on.
In the sky, Yin Feiyang's wings vibrated, naturally possessing the ability to fly with ease.
It seems that he sensed Yin Feiyang's tracking.
Song Qingwen changed his method and turned the wind behind him into a turbine shape. At the same time, a large amount of oxygen was stripped out separately and stored in the turbine.
He took out a fire stick made by the disciples of the Demon Sect and scattered the sparks.
The oxygen separated from the wind pressure turbine behind Song Qingwen instantly ignited.
boom!
Behind Song Qingwen, it was like a rocket launcher suddenly appeared.
The powerful thrust caused his speed to surge in an instant.
In Yin Feiyang's eyes, Song Qingwen disappeared without a trace at a speed that was almost faster than the speed of sound. No matter how much he flapped his wings wildly, he could not catch up.
"I'll wipe it! Is this okay?" Ke Xiaoliang, who was watching from God's perspective, was also shocked by Song Qingwen's sexy moves.
Such a method requires an almost abnormal degree of control over the wind... and even the air.
Simply stripping a large amount of oxygen from the air and isolating it from other air is something that a human being can do.
Song Qingwen did it so easily.
"You still underestimated my master!"
"However, the location of the perfect castle is not fixed. In a sense, according to my setting of it, it exists in desire. Only people with persistent desires can find it accurately. Of course... there is also , I hope whoever discovers it can discover it.”
Ke Xiaoliang waved his hand, adjusting the weather of heaven and earth, hiding the location of the perfect castle.
And let it, under the control of the "Master" who is the face of Perfect Castle, constantly move around and recruit more Demon Sect disciples.
A large number of Demon Sect disciples entered the Perfect Castle through their own channels.
Some people, like Wang Yu and others, choose to leave in a hurry after seeing it once.
And their fate was the same as that of Wang Yu and others. They were exiled to the ruins that they seemed to never be able to escape from. They struggled to survive in the ruins space, always facing the pressure of a large number of monsters, and the physical burden caused by the shortage of food and water. .
And there are more people who are not so sensible.
They chose to indulge.
Just like the aboriginal people of this world, they exchanged some things that they thought they had no use for, or could be said to be 'burdens', for the right to enjoy themselves and play as much as they wanted in a perfect castle.
Until I gradually lose myself, feel fear, and want to struggle, but I can no longer extricate myself.
Song Qingwen wandered in the wilderness for three days.
They set off from different directions and searched for nearly a thousand miles, but found no trace of Wang Yu and others.
Instead, they found some 'base cities' that existed in the ruins.
Some of these base cities are closed and some are open to the outside world.
Some are very small, with only a dozen or so people forming a small, monotonous family.
Some are quite large, with thousands or even tens of thousands of people.
Although they vary in size, their business models are similar.
Those in charge of the base often control food, water and weapons, while the ruled obtain just enough food and water to sustain life through labor and selling themselves.
Some people successfully seized control of the base through resistance and became the new controller.
Some people were killed because of resistance, and their bodies were hung on wooden piles outside the base and dried into bacon.
Song Qingwen discovered that there were so many base cities and so many armed groups.
There are very few, if not almost none, people who are still trying to save civilization and escape from the apocalypse...
Everyone is just competing to see who will die later, who will get more survival materials, and who can survive for the time being.
This kind of survival mode is extremely unhealthy.
Because the basis of all base cities and their maintenance are just the remnants of some civilizations that have not been completely destroyed by nuclear explosions.
If these consumable resources are completely exhausted.
Then what awaits these people is final despair and complete death in numbness.
Song Qingwen was watching all of this, and so was Yin Feiyang.
Song Qingwen could choose to help or ignore according to his preference, and some weak people were killed and bullied.
Yin Feiyang could only watch from a distance, staring lonely.
At this time, Yin Feiyang felt a little envious and jealous of Song Qingwen.
People who claim to be good, but cannot be generous to help others... This is the greatest inner torture for Yin Feiyang.
When Song Qingwen walked out of a base city again and appeared on the surface.
Yin Feiyang flapped his wings and landed opposite Song Qingwen.
Both of them suppressed the restless and antagonistic factors in their instincts.
"You left us here because you wanted us to help you deduce the way to seal the demon. Now I can promise you... to help you deduce the way to seal the demon, but you must help those who need help along the way. People. Don't ignore their difficult situation, and even...you can gather them and bring them back to the base you are building." Yin Feiyang made his request to Song Qingwen.
