There is a clear boundary between the desert and the jungle, and there is no Gobi between the general desert and the green space.

The strange sea, as if nature has frozen the turbulent waves and empty angry waves here, in an instant, making it stand still forever.

The undulating yellow sand is really like a rough sea, not only vast, but also as unpredictable as the sea.

Walking on the fine sand, it feels as delicate and affectionate as a meadow, and the sun shines like a lover's hand gently caressing.

Running, laughing, and having her beloved by her side makes Ao Wei feel great.

But all this gave Hua Xiruo a completely different feeling.

The vast desert is like a dead and silent sea of sand that can never be reached. Majestic, quiet, with a straight face, always gives you a monotonous color: yellow, yellow, always monotonous yellow.

She is a delicate girl, quiet but gorgeous, of course not satisfied with this monotonous color, eerie silence.

The mountain was also silent, as silent as the yellow sand of the strange sea.

The strange sea without a little life is really worthy of the name of the strange sea, even if the sun is shining, there is no way to discern the direction, and the Kunxu Mountains that can be seen beyond the sand sea are also nowhere to be seen, and the hope of relying on it to identify the direction has been helplessly disappointed.

His powerful divine sense could only be ten meters away from his body, and there was nothing strange in the scope of his divine consciousness except for yellow sand, as if the air was dead and silent.

"It's not peculiar, maybe it's peculiar in itself!" Zhou Yishan couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Did you find anything?" Hua Xiruo asked out loud when she saw the abnormality of Zhou Zhou Mountain.

"Except that the divine sense is suppressed so badly, there is nothing abnormal!" Zhou Yishan said with a frown, "You try your divine sense!"

"Huh?" Hua Xiruo snorted in disbelief, "I can't leave my body!"

Hua Xiru's charming and moving nasal voice, Zhou Yishan didn't feel it at all, even if he heard it for a long time, he needed to recite the heart mantra, but at this time he fell into contemplation again.

Suppressing the Divine Sense?

If danger is approaching, isn't it just instinct?

The soul is a collection of particle waves, and the divine sense induction is to diffuse this particle wave out of the body to form a resonance with the air, so suppressing the divine consciousness here means that the soul particle wave cannot resonate with the air?

If my consciousness can't be separated from my body, and my consciousness can be separated from my body, it also consumes a lot, so does that mean that as long as I find a frequency that can resonate, then my consciousness can ......

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhoushan sat cross-legged in the yellow sand without a sound and closed his eyes.

There is no way to measure the wavelength and frequency of the soul particle waves, nor the size of each particle wave, so you can only rely entirely on induction.

All of Zhou Zhoushan's consciousness was completely immersed in the sea of consciousness, and it was the first time he had seriously examined his sea of consciousness since the three divine sense villains blew themselves up.

The clear sea of consciousness flashed with a faint thunder light, faintly intertwined with green, red, and black.

The three colors represent the three Great Emperors, and the Thunder Light represents one Emperor.

In the past, Zhou Yishan had also absorbed the souls of Tang Siru and others, and after refining, they were perfectly integrated into Zhihai, but these were absorbed from the Emperor and the Immortal Emperor, although they were also fused into Zhihai, there was always a feeling of incongruity.

I don't know if there are any hidden dangers in the souls of these emperors who have been absorbed?

Are they entrenched, or am I not able to refine it myself?

If it's terrifying, doesn't that mean that all my secrets are known to these old guys?

Zhou Yishan's worries were normal and redundant, these souls that had not been fully refined could indeed probe his thoughts, but there was no way to transmit the information back.

Because if you want to send back the information, you will either escape the control of Zhou Zhou Shan's soul, or the emperors will come to answer in person, but now no one wants to provoke a ruthless person like Zhou Zhou Shan, who will blow himself up if he doesn't come.

If it was someone else, it would have exploded, and no one would have paid attention to it if it exploded into scum, but it couldn't be done on Monday.

The heart of the planet is not so easy to get, destroying an earth will produce a heart of the planet (the heart of Huaxia), let them find it there in a short time, and even if they can find it, it will be too late.

Zhou Zhou Mountain constantly retracts and releases his divine sense, observing the changes in the sea of consciousness from this process......

Gentle, rippling, waves, huge waves, monstrous ......

The changes on the surface of the sea are related to moods such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and the greater the ups and downs of the mood, the greater the waves of the sea of knowledge.

The outgoing consciousness has a lot to do with the strength of the soul particle waves and the individual's willpower.

For the same soul particle wave intensity, the more insistent it is, the less energy will be dissipated after being released.

So......

True Yuan can form a Yin and Yang strand, and the soul should be the same......

Trial after trial, exhaustion after exhaustion......

Eleven meters ...... Fifteen meters...... Fifty meters...... 500 meters...... 1,000 ......

Suddenly, the extremely tired Zhou Yishan laughed loudly, he condensed into a divine consciousness strand, and touched the threshold of divine consciousness resonance.

However, Zhou Zhoushan's smug smile instantly froze on his face.

Where is this?

What about Hua Xiruo and Ao Wei?

The divine consciousness unfolded wildly, and there was no one within a radius of several miles.

The divine consciousness condensed into a line, and there was no radius of several kilometers.

"Ao Wei-Hua Xiruo-"

Zhou Zhou Shan shouted loudly, running and shouting again and again.

No, not at all......

It's unlikely that they've left on their own, so is it because of the weird sea, or did they encounter an enemy?

Zhou Zhou Shan quickly denied encountering the enemy, if it was the enemy, it would not be possible not to alarm him at all, thinking of this, he couldn't help but regret it, why did he consider what divine sense at this time......

Forcibly suppressing the regret and grief in his heart, Zhou Yishan began to look at the environment around him.

The endless undulating dead yellow sand, monotonous to the extreme yellow, is exactly the same as the place where the original sat down, the only difference is that the four sides are yellow sand, and the first place to look back can see the primeval forest.

The sun in the sky is still as warm and warm as when it first enters, without the scorching heat of the imaginary desert, and what is even more strange is that it seems to be above the head forever, without the feeling of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

Zhou Yishan took out the jade trick and counted the red dots that appeared on the map, but there were still only eight.

No, some of the red dots are not on the map, the old bald head is lying, and the red dots are not necessarily representative people.

The jade recipes can be fused with each other, so does the red dot represent the location of the other jade recipes?

On Monday, there was a divine consciousness outside the mountain, and a person walked forward alone, moving forward in a straight line according to his imagination.

It's a pity that moving forward without a reference object is like moving forward with your eyes closed, and you will inevitably turn around in the end.

There is a difference in the strength of people's two legs, and there is also a difference in the steps taken by people, generally the right foot is more powerful, and the steps taken are slightly larger.

Although we can't usually find this difference at all, it must be a big circle when it accumulates over a long distance.

So why don't we go in circles when we walk? It's because we're constantly correcting the direction with a reference.

The weird sea was full of the same monotonous undulating yellow sand, and there was nothing to use as a reference at all, so when Zhou Yishan found the traces of his walk, he was very excited.

If there are traces, it means that there are people, and there is hope for people.

But when Zhou Zhoushan found that the traces were becoming more and more obvious and endless, he finally realized that something was wrong.

Dodging into the peach garden brought out a monkey, and he told the monkey to stay still and run along the trail himself.

An hour.

Two hours.

Three Hours......

No...... There was no trace of monkeys.

Is the monkey the same as Ao Wei and Hua Xiruo, or is this trace already there?

Then why was there no trace of the place where I was awake in the first place?

Zhou Zhou sat on the ground dejectedly, and flashed out the little red bird and the little black dragon.

"Can you discern the direction?" Zhou Yishan asked expectantly.

"It's the same everywhere, how can you tell it?" said the little black dragon, looking around the top of the mountain on Monday.

"No, the magnetic fields in here are all the same!" The little red bird didn't look around, but closed his eyes and sensed it, and explained, "We usually rely on the strength of the magnetic field to identify the direction on long-distance flights, but there doesn't seem to be any magnetic field power here, or the magnetic field is too chaotic and strong, I can't distinguish it." ”

"What about the sun, can it be your reference?" Zhou Yishan asked again without giving up.