There are nine suns, distributed in the east, west, north and south, with the middle one being the brightest and two in each direction in the rest of the directions.

The hot air, seeping through the cracks in the dry earth, was visible to the naked eye.

In less than ten minutes under such a scorching sun, your skin will get sunburned, then red, and then black.

For those friars who are like flowers and moons, becoming a black savage must be the last thing they want to face.

Mortals lost in the wilderness can survive for about three days if there is no water source, and here, if you don't have water, you can't support it for ten minutes. Even if you have water, it is difficult to survive, and once your core body temperature is higher than normal, you will quickly become dehydrated and vomit no matter how much you drink.

Walking in a strange area with nine suns, even Wuheng would be easily dehydrated.

The most troublesome thing is that the Ancient King's Tomb does not have any spiritual qi circulation, and if you want to survive, you need enough spirit stone supplies!

And the power of the essence extracted from the spirit stone has a particularly big drawback, unlike the external aura, it only exists the power of the essence element, and there is no essence of heaven and earth.

This meant that the monk could not find the essence energy of water and food from the spirit stone.

In other words, any strong person who walks into the twisted jungle must eat whole grains like a mortal to survive.

"Fortunately, there are endless dry forests here, which can create some shade and shade!" Wu Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood under a twisted dead tree to rest, the trunk of which shaded the sky and cast a large shadow on the ground.

Sun Yiqing frowned, feeling that walking here was even more difficult than swimming across the River of Sinking Corpses. They need to face a vast jungle, and the devil knows how big.

The nine suns are very poisonous, and the strong light penetrates into your body little by little, and if you can't find a way to survive in time, you will slowly suffer to death.

"In my stored jade pendant, there is still some water and food...... Wu Heng took out a pot of water and some dried meat of the primeval relics, and he warned Sun Yiqing: "In this place, the biggest enemy is definitely not the sun, but hunger!"

"It's true that we can withstand the sun when we use the Essence Protector, and it's desolate in front of us, and it's hard to find water and food. ”

After a full meal, Wu Heng and the others continued to move forward, they didn't want to be caught up by the enemy in the rear.

"Oh my God, it's so hot, even if you use the Essence Protector, those weird rays of sunlight can still penetrate in!"

"The tomb of the ancient king is inherently unusual. ”

"The light formed by the nine suns contains the fire attribute, it is the true fire of the nine yangs, and it can easily penetrate the enchantment formed by the essence element body, but it is still somewhat useful to use the essence element body!"

"Damn, unless you have a special physique, who can survive this fourth level. ”

The thousands of monks who entered the twisted jungle were full of resentment, and their emotions gradually became unstable.

"Calm down, keep a cool head and mood, and being emotional will cause people to be restless and lose water faster!" Xuanyuan Qingyun spoke, and walked with the Xuanyuan family monk in the barren forest.

"I can't imagine that we will have a day when we can't even get angry......"

"There's no way, if you want to live, you can only do this, you have to save more water and talk as little as possible!"

Xuehua took out the Nine Turns Ice Lotus, let it float around her body, and said with a smile: "The Nine Turns Ice Lotus is refined by plants, and it can absorb the water in any air!"

"Great, so that we won't be short of water, plus the ancient relic jerky left by Wu Heng before, it's enough to last for a while. "Xuanyuan Yue and the others were excited, finding the water source was even more exciting than getting the Supreme Vault.

A few days later, all the monks had dry mouths, they were not as lucky as the Xuanyuan monks, and they were able to have an imperial soldier that transformed water.

The food was fine, enough to store, but the water was different, walking in the twisted jungle, everyone needed to drink twenty liters of water a day, no monk would be bored enough to store that much water on the storage vessel.

At this moment, the water has become a fuse that ignites the smoke of gunpowder, and some monks begin to fight each other, forcibly snatching each other's water sources.

"I didn't expect that I was not killed in battle when I reached the top of Tongtian, but by a drop of water...... a monk from Sanxian Village said such a sentence after being robbed of the water bag, and the endless sorrow in it can be experienced from the words of his own words.

The war spread quickly, and nearly half of the monks began to go berserk and loot.

The most laughable thing is that they don't want holy soldiers, they don't want holy scrolls, as long as you store the water in the magic weapon!

Wu Heng and Sun Yiqing were originally at the forefront, but in order to find water, they had to join the snatching team...... So they went back the way they came, and they chose to wait for the rabbit, pretending to be a rich man, holding a water bag and drinking!

Yes, whoever has water now is equal to Monopoly, because that will keep you alive!

"Damn, those two boys dare to be so violent, there must be a lot of water storage, otherwise where would they dare to drink so much!"

"It must have been done a lot of murder and overselling deeds, let's go and do the right thing for heaven!"

Wu Heng and Sun Yiqing dressed up in disguise, and the method of waiting for the rabbit did not last long, and the fish took the bait!

A group of ten monks were menacing, running quickly through the twisted woods, all of them fierce and vicious, eager to immediately strip Wu Heng and Sun Yiqing alive.

"Hand over the water bag in your hand, and you can avoid death!"

"It's better not to hide it, or it will make your life worse than death!"

Ten people come from hidden families, and their strength is outstanding, and all of them have reached the realm of Tongtian, including old men and middle-aged monks.

One of the leaders looked to be in his forties, with a scruffy beard and ragged clothes, and it was hard to believe that he had once been the head of a hidden family!

The leader's voice was low, he glanced at Wu Heng and Sun Yiqing, did not recognize their identities, and threatened: "At a young age, cultivation has reached this point, it is not easy, hand over the water bag, so as not to be slaughtered!"

"Aren't you people afraid that my grandfather will be born and slap you to death with one hand?" Sun Yiqing made an unruly appearance, a typical hidden young leader of the family, hiding in the mountains for too long, thinking that the sky above his head is all the sky.

"Hmph, who cares what your identity is here, survival is the king, hurry up and hand over the water bag, otherwise there will be no mercy!" The middle-aged monk from the head of the hidden family said in a tough tone, and sacrificed a sharp broadsword, which was cold, and the reflected light was very dazzling.

The rest of the monks also looked at the two of them with a playful look, and said sarcastically: "The two stunned young people really don't know whether to live or die, who doesn't have a majestic grandfather, but here, the grandfather also has to pretend to be a grandson!"

"If you let grandpa and me pretend to be grandsons, won't you mess up the generations?" Sun Yiqing teased, without the slightest fear.

The strong man of the hidden family was full of black lines in his head, and said unhappily: "Don't tell me about those messes, whether the water bag will be handed over or not?"

"Don't pay!"

Wu Heng opened his mouth, and with just two words, it had become a foregone conclusion for the killing.

"Boom"

He is holding the ancient hammer and striking first, since he must decide life and death, why talk too much nonsense.

The monks of the hidden family changed color one by one, and exclaimed, "That's the Ancient Sky Turning Hammer!"

"Terran gods?"

I didn't have time to think too much, Wu Heng had already branded the attack and killed, and the broadsword in the middle-aged monk's hand was actually an extraordinary holy soldier, and with a bang, the knife shattered in half, which was indeed extraordinary, because it was not shattered!

"What?" the middle-aged monk looked at the broadsword in his hand, dumbfounded, and speechless for a while.

How strong is the human god body? As soon as he looked at him, the knife had already broken into two.

Sun Yiqing held a mace in his hand, and with a hammer, those old bones couldn't bear it at all, and said in a trembling voice: "Another demon!"

"It's not easy to cultivate, hand over the water bag, so as not to be slaughtered!" Sun Yiqing retaliated and threatened the ten-man team.

On the other side, Wu Heng was covered in dazzling golden light, picked up the ancient sky-turning hammer and smashed it, stirring up a huge wave of light, and the surrounding giant trees fell in pieces, and the wind howled!

This hidden family major was first cultivated in Tongtian III, but he was not Wuheng's opponent at all, he finally understood what the human race god body was, and there was no pressure at all to challenge the next level!

"Poof"

After a few hammers, the middle-aged head of the family had already coughed up blood, smashed a few holy soldiers, trembling all over, the qi and blood in his body were tumbling, and the opponent's strength was tens of millions of heavy, like a stormy wave after wave of impact on the body, if it wasn't for the fact that he was in the prime of life, the bones would have fallen apart long ago.

"Do you want to hand over the water bag?" Wu Heng stepped on the middle-aged monk's chest with one foot, making the other party lie on the ground and couldn't struggle at all, his tone was cold, with a kind of boldness, calm, calm, but he would kill people at any time!

"Hand over your mother!" A middle-aged monk from the Second Realm of Heaven burst into a foul mouth, and a fist came from behind, hitting Wu Heng in the back.

"Bang dang!"

The sound of metal colliding resounded through the sky, and the monk who punched screamed in pain, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he was speechless for a long time: "This ......"

"The flesh of the human race god body is harder than the primeval Xuantie, and if you hit him with your fists, isn't it equivalent to hitting yourself in the face?"

"What then?"

"Hand over the water bag, the life of the head of the family is still in his hands, don't doubt whether the Terran god dares or not, he has offended many legendary people......" an older monk said reasonably.

The rest of the monks all became bitter gourd faces, and they thought that they had picked two soft persimmons and pinched them, who knew that they would be ironclad.

Sun Yiqing took the water bag from the ten monks, his eyes were shining with gold coins, and he laughed: "Good guy, you actually got more than 700 liters of water, enough for us to drink for more than ten days!"

"It must have been done a lot of murder and overkill, why don't we do the right thing for the sky!" Wu Heng smiled happily and glanced at the ten monks playfully.

The latter's facial muscles couldn't help twitching, thinking that these two people were a little shameless, and always stole what they had just said.

"Don't, don't, we've said okay, hand over the water bag and don't kill!"

"Saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, let's not kill them. Sun Yiqing dressed as a god and pulled Wu Heng away, leaving behind monks with murderous eyes.

Snatching the water bag is equivalent to snatching their source of life, and they are embarrassed to say that saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter!

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