Nangong Fan can't remember how many times in the past four days, he used this strange gravel to bury himself and break through the ground.

Now he was lying under the sand, and his life qi was getting lower and lower. Unless there is a Xuan Realm cultivator walking across the sand, he will never find that there is anyone under the sand.

A sinking sand scorpion the size of a baby's fist didn't notice Nangong Fan's existence, and even crawled lazily over his body.

A wisp of essence flickered, and with a gang qi on the palm of his hand, he grabbed it towards the sinking sand scorpion. Just for a moment, Nangong Fan's whole person seemed to have come alive from the dead silence.

The sand scorpion sensed that something was wrong, and its pincers danced, and its tail on its back was raised high, stabbing forward.

The Sand Scorpion's movements in the sand had almost no effect, but it only had the strength of the Beginner Yellow Realm.

Even if these hard gravels formed a resistance to Nangong Fan, the high-level Yellow Realm was the capital of Nangong Fan running rampant on the edge of this continent.

Nangong Fan pressed down the Shen Sand Scorpion, pinched it gently, and made a clicking sound.

The sand scorpion's hard shell shattered, a hiss rang out, and all movement stalled.

Nangong Fan grabbed the sinking sand scorpion and broke out of the ground, licked the slightly dry corners of his mouth, and used both hands to pull out the hard shell of the sinking sand scorpion little by little, revealing the immature flesh and blood in it. He also grabbed its tail and uprooted it, this tail needle is poisonous, it is better to be cautious.

Putting the tail needle into the ring, Nangong Fan swallowed his saliva and put the scorpion meat that had shed a lot of blood to his mouth.

First, he sucked blood, and although he lost a lot, the amount was still quite sufficient. Blood is the essence of a life, and if you suck it like this, the strength in your body seems to have grown a little.

The desert above it is not as dry as other places, although it is still difficult to find a water source, but the demon beasts under the sand are still very fresh, at least the blood source is sufficient.

Nangong Fan's eyes did not fluctuate, firmly grasping the scorpion meat that was gradually drying down in his hand, opened his mouth, biting, chewing, and crunching.

A trace of strange power permeated the body, absorbed by the Gang Qi, and the rest permeated the whole body, and the muscles, bones, membranes, and flesh and blood were all shared.

The human race body cultivation has the saying that there is a lot of energy, and the orc race's cultivation method is born from the human body cultivation method. Gang Qi actually has some characteristics of spiritual power, but it is harder.

There is no heaven and earth aura on this escaped one, and only spiritual stones can be used to supplement spiritual power and gang qi, and the energy in the flesh and blood of this demon beast is not only absorbed by the body for metabolism, but also intercepted by gang qi.

It is spiritual power, except for Nangong Fan, who is willing to use spirit stones to forcibly break through, and can only cultivate after finding the oasis again.

Nangong Fan stretched his waist, he had gradually become accustomed to this life of drinking blood, and even figured out the living habits of the Shen Sand Scorpion.

The sand scorpion, which moves beneath the sand, is no different from being completely integrated into the gravel for the inexperienced.

But in the past four days, there have been no less than twenty sand scorpions that have crawled over Nangong Fan's body alone.

Some Nangong Fan did not hunt it, as if it was not his body that the sand scorpion was crawling, and patiently watched its crawling appearance from a bystander perspective.

Now that I have finally found a little bit of context, I can clearly hear the sound of a meter of sand scorpion crawling underground, and I can even distinguish the approximate strength according to the size of its movement.

Nangong Fan originally thought that the Shen Sand Scorpion was so warm by nature that it would not take the initiative to attack people.

It wasn't until two days ago that I encountered a high-level Yellow Realm Sand Scorpion passing by, and I found out that this was not the case.

The sinking sand scorpion was bigger than Nangong Fan's feet, and the movement that broke through the ground from under the sand was extremely huge. The hard body was even more able to block the edge of the Black Dragon Sword, making Nangong Fan tired and paralyzed on the ground before he successfully killed it.

The Black Dragon Sword sucked the blood and divine soul of the high-level Yellow Realm for the first time, and the power that came back made Nangong Fan extremely comfortable, and he slightly estimated it in his heart, and he could break through to the peak after killing so many hundred heads.

The Shen Sand Scorpion did not have any flesh and blood left under the Black Dragon Sword, so Nangong Fan, who tasted the sweetness of the scorpion meat, was extremely regretful.

The aura of the Ascendant on Nangong Fan's body had disappeared a day ago, and he stayed for another day, how could there be no mistakes, right?

In this process, if the orthodox ascension path does not need to take so long, he can only be blamed for the fact that this ascension journey is too bizarre. He even died.

Nangong Fan suspected that the black aura he deposited in the center of his eyebrows, heart, and dantian was death.

In the past few days, Nangong Fan has exhausted countless methods, but he can't refine it, it's like having a nuclear bomb in his body, which will be detonated at any time and completely destroy him, and he can't even sleep well.

Nangong Fan was full of thoughts, and his gaze turned to the depths of the continent that Huangfu Yao pointed to.

It's time to march into the depths of the continent.

Just pretend to be an unlucky guy who accidentally crossed over!

Nangong Fan stood up and patted his buttocks, and he didn't know how long it would take to walk to see a living person?

......

Nangong Fan slept in the open air, looked for the traces of the sand scorpion when he was hungry and thirsty, and dug a pit to bury himself when he was tired.

"It's not a way to go on like this. Nangong Fan frowned, looking at the endless desert where there was still no trace of people.

In the past ten days, let alone people, even Nangong Fan has never seen any other demon beast except the Shen Sand Scorpion, and his eyes are full of dead silence in addition to dead silence. To say that birds don't poop is an overestimation of this place

Fortunately, Nangong Fan is not lonely along the way, in addition to Ao Canglan, there are sometimes sinking sand scorpions under the sand surface to accompany him.

Nangong Fan exhaled a breath of turbidity, the speed at which Qinglian Space created Qinglian spiritual power was very slow, and he didn't want to use spiritual power and Gang Qi to hurry, this speed couldn't be fast.

"Doesn't the barbarian cultivation technique need aura?" Nangong Fan sat down on the spot, and he had to stop.

Walking aimlessly like this, I am afraid that I will kill him, and I can't find a single figure.

Of course, the most important thing is that in the past half a day, he has already encountered two high-level Yellow Realm sand scorpions.

Every time, all the strength in the body has to be exhausted, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that the spirit stones prepared in the ring will all be exhausted.

Nangong Fan had to find other ways to break the game.

But what can be done in this desolation?

After sitting like this for half a day, Nangong Fan buried himself again, and the moment he closed his eyes, his heart moved, and he hurriedly entered the Qinglian space.

"Canglan, do you see my turtle shell?" Nangong Fan shouted as soon as he entered.

"Do you have a turtle shell? Why don't I know?" Ao Canglan happily flew to Nangong Fan's side.

"Look at my head. Nangong Fan hugged Ao Canglan cordially, "I mean the exercises I got in the Barbarian Secret Realm." ”

"The precious things are in that wooden house. ”

Ao Canglan stayed in the ring all day to cultivate, and when she was resting, she had nothing to do, so she carefully explored the range they could explore and kept it in good order. It's really a bit of home.

Nangong Fanxing rushed into the wooden house, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, and Ao Canglan's half-day results were considered to be broken.

"Whew! it's good to be still there!" Nangong Fan got this turtle shell at the beginning, explored it carefully, and found that it only recorded the exercises, so he casually threw it into the ring.

Nangong Fan didn't care about such a turtle shell that recorded the man's cultivation techniques and moves before.

Just talking about the exercises, Nangong Fan is too much, and now he can't cultivate at all, not to mention that brute cultivation is an alternative kind of body cultivation, and he already has a better choice - "Beast Transformation Technique". Naturally, I don't take these other people as treasure-like exercises to heart.

But on this continent, the status of this barbarian cultivation method has increased dramatically, far surpassing the two Dao scriptures that were originally carefully cultivated. Of course, the Taoist canon will not be left aside, and when you find an oasis and then enter the mid-term cultivation, you can use it as a hole card, and it is better not to use it on weekdays or not to use it.

Nangong Fan looked at the ghost painting peach talisman on the shell of the Lingguang turtle, and his entire head was instantly filled with small question marks.

Some of the words on it are like wolf claws, and some are like mountains. Brute text, or picture?

His head moved down slightly, and he saw several humanoid patterns at the bottom of the turtle shell, but no matter how you look at it, this amount of space is not enough to record a complete exercise.

Remembering what the blood demon said, the Lingguang Turtle Turtle Shell is one of the best vehicles in recording exercises, which can not only write words and draw patterns, but also completely record the artistic conception of the exercises.

It is also for this reason that the entire human realm spirit turtle is almost extinct. Only in the deep sea of the main continent may be found one or two.

"Where is the artistic conception?" Nangong Fan rubbed his chin, turned the turtle shell over, looked left and right, and almost broke the turtle shell to see, but still didn't find where the so-called artistic conception was.

"Do you want to use divine thoughts?" Nangong Fan hesitated for a long time, shook his teeth, and poured divine thoughts into this turtle shell.

The turtle shell was like the sun, shining light in all directions, and Nangong Fan's pupils lost all color.

"Hmm!" Nangong Fan sank into the turtle shell, as if he had gone to another world.

A huge statue of a god stood in front of him, and if it weren't for the scenery around him, he would have thought that he was back in the secret realm of the barbarians.

"Dumb!"

Ugly cries rang out in the sky.

Nangong Fan was startled, and his illusory body sat on the ground, looking up at the behemoth that seemed to be able to smash him with one foot.

This special meow is not a god statue, it is alive?

The "Divine Statue" fluttered its wings, and the scorching breath could be clearly sensed even by just a wisp of divine thought.

It suspended slightly in the sky, revealing its awkward and coordinated three feet in front of Nangong Fan.

Three-legged ......

It lowered its head slightly, its two pupils shining brighter than the sun, a vertical hole in the middle of it, which seemed to close and close, and its lips that looked broad and sharp, seemed to be a collection of contradictions.

If all his golden feathers were replaced with black, Nangong Fan would definitely think of crows at the first time. But now his divine thoughts are completely in a state of confusion, and he can't distinguish between the southeast and the northwest.

The Blood Demon Son did not tell Nangong Fan that the Barbarian Secret Realm was once the owner of the Sun Tribe.

This is like a giant divine bird that is more dazzling than the sun, Nangong Fan saw it for the first time, and his soul was completely shocked by it, and it was extremely rare to be able to control this wisp of divine thought at this time without completely bursting out.

The Divine Bird's eyes were soft, looking down on this incomparably weak fellow.

"Dumb. ”

Listening to it again, I didn't feel unpleasant, but felt a little beautiful.

Nangong Fan saw that the divine thought had not collapsed at this time, and finally settled down, and couldn't help but look up and down at the divine bird standing in the air.

Beautiful!

If there is such a mount, how stylish does it have to be?

"Sin, sin. Nangong Fan lowered his head and muttered in his mouth, and when he raised his head again.

Where is the shadow of a sacred bird?

The small space is surrounded by dense handwriting and patterns.

It's just that this time, Nangong Fan felt as if he had accidentally opened his mind, and he could see the meaning of each pattern at a glance.

"Have I become a master of words?" The thought flashed, and Nangong Fan took the lead in looking at the four most eye-catching characters.

These four big characters shone with golden light, entrenched at the top, looking down on everything below like a god.

The Sun Bible!