Day 7.

In the clear sky, the huge sun hung proudly above the head of the idiom Fan, as if to say that if you have the ability, you will take a bow and shoot me down.

"Fuck your uncle!"

In his heart, he cursed fiercely: "If Lao Tzu really has the bow of the descendant, if he doesn't shoot you down, Lao Tzu won't be called Idiom Fan!"

After exhaling a mouthful of resentment against the scorching sun hanging high above his head, Cheng Yufan's mood also returned to calm. It's just that his right hand is lightly covering his forehead, and he raises his head slightly, looking at the big fireball that constantly releases this huge flame, and the blazing sunlight swaying in the golden Shaozhong, he can already feel that every small grain of sand has been roasted hard by the small iron particles.

For Fan Idiom, he has never walked in the desert before. It's been a thorough experience these days.

In the desert, the scorching heat, wisps of heat stolen out of the golden sand grains and rose, and finally looked ahead, the whole front seemed to be illusory and distorted.

I don't know why, the Heavenly Spirit Fire Thunder Sword on my back was not so heavy, but at this moment, Idiom Fan felt like Mount Tai was overwhelmed, and he was about to overwhelm himself.

Perhaps, this is not the heavy reason, but the scorching heat of this desert, the extraordinary heat, that makes it so.

He even knew that everything on this Soul Island needed his own strong soul to support it.

If your soul is not strong enough, even if you are strong, it will not help. This is also the origin of the idiom Fan finally understood the three words of Soul Island.

Soul Island, it's really soulless. If you are a little careless, measure how strong you are, in addition to this stinky skin, the three souls and seven spirits in your body will be wiped out by this island.

In the endless desert, Idiom Fan bare his upper body, allowing the scorching temperature and intense sun to burst into the sun. If there is a mirror now, it should really be a good look at the idiom Fan, at this moment, on the seventh day, where is there still the fine skin and tender meat six days ago, this shirtless and bare upper body, it looks as if he has just returned from Africa.

Counting today, it has been these seven days, and Idiom Fan is dusty, but because of this, in the seven days of Idiom Fan, his three souls and seven spirits have unconsciously become stronger than a little as simple.

With a flip of his right hand, a map made of special leather had appeared in front of Idiom Fan's eyes. And the idiom Fan also looked around, and finally found a sand dune, crossed it with an arrow step, leaned against the sand dune, and took this opportunity to rest and rest, and also to avoid the aggressive blazing sun.

As soon as he sat down, his right hand turned over again, and a kettle had appeared, and Fan didn't even think about it, and fiercely looked at the water in the kettle into his stomach. When the water enters the throat, the coolness can be said to be overwhelming, from the throat to the whole body, to the depths of the soul.

The slightest coolness also instantly made the originally hot body a little relaxed and refreshed.

"Damn, how nice it would be to have a cold cappuccino right now!"

When this cold water was poured down, Idiom Fan actually thought of his favorite, the iced cappuccino that he loved so much.

"Damn, when I go back this time, I must go to the coffee shop next to my former high school to have a good drink, and make up for all the time I have spent here!"

"Then you have to find the soul bell first, if you can't find the soul bell, even if you can get out, it's disqualified!" At this time, a childish child's voice was already lingering in the idiom Fan's still. However, listening to the immature child's voice, it also shows a little tiredness, without any concealment!

I took a deep breath, and even the air was extremely hot. As for Idiom Fan, he didn't care about the heat of the air around him, so he hurriedly spread out the map in his hand, looking at the outline lines on the map, and Idiom Fan also frowned slightly.

"I said Tianyou," index finger pointed to the direction on the map, "you look at the route above, it seems that we have already crossed the edge of the snake soul people, and we have officially entered the territory of the snake soul people. "That being said, but Idiom Fan's brows are getting tighter and tighter," Tianyou look," Idiom Fan, who was tightly frowning, moved slowly along a route, and when he finally moved to a certain position, he suddenly paused, "It's here," and finally Idiom Fan looked at Tianyou on the side, his index finger pointed fiercely on the map, and finally sighed helplessly, "Our destination is here!"

That's right, their destination is where the idiom Fan's index finger is pointing. However, with such a short length of more than ten centimeters on the map, Idiom Fan didn't know how far he would go, and after entering the territory of the snake soul man, he didn't know what kind of danger he would encounter in the future. You know, the territory of the snake soul people...... Thinking of this, the already tightly locked brows of idiom Fan were locked even tighter.

According to the information gathered in Sand City for more than a day and a half, it seems that the Snake Soul People have never offended Sand City, and the aborigines of Sand City rarely come here. There seems to be an extremely tacit agreement between the two that they will not violate each other.

However, this extremely tacit agreement is not absolute, and there is always an extremely individual existence between the two sides. In addition, every year of the trip to Soul Island, there will be a very small number of candidates who will come to this sand city. Therefore, the grievances between these candidates and the snake soul people are also constant.

Over the centuries, this feud has gradually expanded. The snake soul people will not hurt the aborigines of Shacheng for no reason, but they will not show mercy to these candidates on the Soul Island. So far, there have been very few candidates who have been transferred here to return safely, either under the first or third of the three conditions.

"Hey!" sighed helplessly, looking at the location of his fingers, "This desert is big enough, not to mention, and it's almost like the Valley of the Dead, there is no return!" However, even if it is really the Valley of the Dead, that idiom Fan has to break through.

Even if he survived in the end, if he didn't get the soul bell, it would be a wasted effort. Not to mention that this previous work has been wasted, and Idiom Fan does not have more time to come here to participate in the next qualifiers.

After all, he wanted to become a Soul Suppression Daoist as soon as possible and set foot in that Tomb Imperial City earlier.

Although he knew that his parents were alive now, the only thing he wanted to really ask was why they were in such a hurry back then, and even this son could be left behind. What kind of thing would make them like this?

At this moment, the idiom Fan is not willing to abandon everything for the sake of the country, for the sake of the famous family, or anything. At this moment, Idiom Fan has not yet had such an awareness, and he does not want to have such an awareness. Sometimes, such an realization can be very painful and painful to the depths of the heart. Although so many years have passed, he can clearly feel and clearly understand the deep feelings of his parents when they left.....

Shaking his head vigorously, Idiom Fan took a deep breath again and slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbidity. At the same time, he also licked his dry lips, and his voice was slightly hoarse, and said, "Tianyou, let's go!"