When the big day is empty, the yellow sand is filled!

Fang An's body was in disarray, his clothes were stained with blood, and he walked through one sand dune after another, leaving a series of footprints in the desert, but after a gust of wind and sand, the footprints were quickly buried again, leaving no trace.

"Uncle's!" Fang Anxin was impetuous, and couldn't help but curse again.

There are many terrains in Wandie Valley, including lofty mountains, swampy wetlands, yellow sand deserts, and forests and rainforests.

Although there are different treasures and opportunities in various places, if you have to rank up and down in the various terrains in the Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley, it may be controversial who is ranked first, but who is ranked first from the bottom is recognized, that is the desert that Fang An teleported to.

Except for the yellow sand everywhere, it is difficult to find any useful natural treasures in this desert.

In addition, what is even more powerless is that there are countless sand scorpion demon beasts buried under this desert.

When Fang An first teleported here, in order to hurry quickly, he also summoned the spirit ghost Jingchuan to come out, and then condensed the true spirit incarnation, turned into the form of a mountain beast, and escaped into the desert underground to sneak.

But what Fang An didn't expect was that this sneaking was like stabbing the sand scorpion's nest, and countless sand scorpions that had been invaded by Fang An united and attacked Fang An fearlessly to death.

During the opening of the Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley, the vitality leaked from it could attract many spirit masters who were not qualified to enter the territory to cultivate outside, so you can imagine what a cultivation treasure land it is in the Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley.

And as the indigenous creatures of the Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley, among this group of sand scorpions, the weakest has reached the level of a third-order demon beast, and dozens of fifth-order sand scorpions comparable to the transcendent realm have also emerged at once, so frightened that Fang An's soul is all gone, and he hurriedly retreats back to the ground, and runs away with a drag knife.

That is, this group of sand scorpions is just guarding their own territory, and after Fang An escapes back to the ground, they will no longer chase after them, otherwise Fang An may become the first spirit master to fall after entering the Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley.

Fang An, who finally escaped with great difficulty, naturally no longer dared to sneak by relying on mountain beasts, so he had to rely on his two legs to hurry.

At this time, Fang An was a little nostalgic for Yu Huai'an's ghost, if Yu Huai'an's Golden Feather Eagle Falcon was there, Fang An could easily fly out of this desert.

It's a pity that Yu Huai'an's spirit ghost was refined into a ghost explosion pill by Fang An, and it was consumed in the battle with Xiong Zhen.

Although Fang An later obtained the ghost of the better Hua Niangzi, after all, the Hua Niangzi was injured by Lei Junyao's second talent supernatural power, causing her to be delirious, and she had no other use except for being refined into the Ghost Explosion Pill.

"It seems that there is a chance, but it is still necessary to find a ghost with a flying spirit. After this incident, Fang An naturally learned a lesson.

After taking out the jade pendant and confirming the location of the other two jade pendants again, Fang An once again slightly corrected the direction of his journey.

Walking in the desert, even if you know the exact direction, it is difficult to ensure that your route is a straight line because there is no stable reference, so you need to take out the jade pendant from time to time to correct the direction of travel.

I walked like this for five days, but the desert scenery was still the same. The footprints behind him also disappeared in the wind and sand, Fang An looked at the unchanged scenery in front of him, and in a trance he doubted whether he had moved.

After patting his cheek, Fang An took out the purified water from the space ring and drank it freely, only then did he recover a little of his spirit. Fortunately, Fang An has a lot of stomach pills and drinking water, so apart from the mental torment, there is no big problem.

Although he had just gotten used to the cold of Baizhou, the high temperature of the desert made Fang An extremely uncomfortable, but fortunately, for Fang An, who was already in the True Spirit Realm, this temperature difference was still within the tolerable range.

Retracting the water bag from the space ring, Fang An breathed a long sigh of relief, then turned over and took out the Starfall Ghost Bow, pulled the bowstring, and a pitch-black arrow quickly condensed on the bowstring.

In less than half a breath, Fang An's right hand was released, and the star-falling arrow flew into the sky in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

Fang An licked his lips as he looked at the direction where the Starfall Arrow had disappeared, he had been cultivating the top-grade spiritual technique Starfall for more than two months, and now he could finally get his hands on it.

In the past five days, Fang An has not stopped cultivating his spiritual skills, but the star-falling arrows condensed during this period will always be towards the sky diagonally above.

Fang An didn't dare to release his spiritual skills against the desert now, although this could intuitively show the power of the Starfall Arrow, but in case a group of sand scorpions exploded again, Fang An couldn't bear it.

In this way, Fang An cultivated while hurrying in this desert, except for the wind and sand blowing his face, the scorching heat, easy to get lost, and being bored, there seemed to be no other problems.

Anyway, as long as he didn't go to the bottom of the desert to provoke the hidden sand scorpions, Fang An didn't encounter any other dangers.

Even if he didn't encounter any chances, he didn't meet other spirit masters who entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Butterflies.

"Could it be that among the hundred spirit masters who entered the Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley, I am the only one who is unlucky?" Fang An couldn't help but muttered in his heart.

Today is the thirteenth day of walking in the desert.

Fang An's face was a little pale, and above the Starfall Ghost Bow in his hand, an arrow burning with black flames was ready to fire.

Less leaning, the starfall arrow composed of black flames turned into a black lightning bolt and disappeared in the sky in front of him.

After putting away the Starfall Ghost Bow, Fang An hurriedly took out an elixir that restored spiritual power and swallowed it.

Seven breaths!

Although Fang An could now successfully release the Black Flame Starfall Arrow, he still needed seven breaths of momentum to build up, although this time was not too long, but in the middle of the battle, it was basically impossible to find such an opportunity.

Moreover, after an arrow, most of the spiritual power in Fang An's body would be drained.

You must know that with Fang An's current spiritual power reserves, even if it is ten Starfall Arrows, it can be easily released, but it can only condense one Black Flame Starfall Arrow.

"I don't know how powerful this arrow is, but I think it should be able to withstand an extraordinary blow······ Right?" To be honest, Fang An himself wasn't very sure, after all, he hadn't shot an extraordinary Black Flame Starfall Arrow.

After another half a day, Fang An continued to drag his increasingly tired body forward.

Suddenly, one step out, the world changed.

Smack······ Smack······

When the cold water droplets fell on Fang An's face, Fang An stretched out his hands in a little stunned.

"It's raining?" Fang An looked around with some doubts, only to see that the original desert had disappeared without a trace, and now there were only countless tall trees left, lush and green. Instead of loose yellow sand, the feet turned into a muddy patch.

Fang An scratched his head, then hesitated for a moment, then took a step back.

The scorching heat of the wind and sand blew Fang An's wet clothes, the water vapor began to evaporate, and in the blink of an eye, Fang An returned to the boundless desert.

Stretching out his arm forward, Fang An saw that the space in front of him rippled slightly, and his forearm disappeared directly.

Although the scene in front of him was a little terrifying, Fang An could feel that the rain was constantly falling on his arm.

"Interesting ······"

It is worthy of being a secret realm, such a spatial supernatural power that changes the world silently, even Emperor Xia can't do it.

It's just that I don't know if the secret realm of Ten Thousand Butterflies Valley is naturally formed, or if it is thought to be created.

If it is the power of heaven and earth, it is fine, but if someone creates it with supreme supernatural powers, it will be of great significance.

Although Fang An's cultivation is low, after all, he was born in a family of gods, and his vision is still sufficient. If the secret realm of Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley is artificially created, such a means of penetrating the heavens and the earth, the so-called gods of Kyushu are absolutely unattainable.

It has been 200,000 years since the establishment of Great Xia. In these 200,000 years, although countless gods have been born, no god has ever been able to take another step forward. As for the history before 200,000 years, it has long been lost in the long river of time, and it is unknown.

However, the vast majority of gods believed that the realm of gods was not the end of cultivation.

This can be corroborated by the Heavenly Scars, as well as the many secret realms that exist in Kyushu.

"Skymarks······ Deity······ Spirit ······" Fang An muttered to himself, then shook his head, throwing these unrealistic thoughts out of his mind.

With his current cultivation, it is useless to think about these things.

Thirteen days, Fang An has been hiking alone in the desert for thirteen days since he entered the Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley. You must know that the opening time of Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley has only been two months in total, and the time of sixty days has been wasted by Fang An more than one-sixth now.

But fortunately, this kind of day is over.

Restraining the excitement of looking up to the sky and howling, Fang An raised his feet, took a step, and entered the rainforest again.

Click······ Boom Boom······

Two explosions suddenly came from a distance, one high and one low.

In the high places, there are naturally generated lightning bolts between heaven and earth, while in the lower places, countless thunderbolts are tyrannical, crushing trees.

Fang An ran the small breath trick and quietly jumped to the treetops. Under the dense foliage, three spirits were released, causing them to reach in the direction from which the sound came.