Zhang He was smart, and soon found a solution, decisively tore off a sleeve, and seriously transformed it into a decent mask, successfully covering his mouth and nose and blocking the pervasive yellow sand.

Finally, he didn't have to be a high-power vacuum cleaner anymore, and for a while, Zhang He's speed also accelerated a lot, and he was able to catch up with Zhuge Huoao and Long Aotian's unhurried pace, but as time went by, after persisting for more than half an hour, Zhang He quickly discovered a strict fact, that is, his true yuan began to be insufficient, and he couldn't erase the footprints behind him while lifting his footsteps, so that the speed quickly slowed down again.

And the most important thing is that with the depletion of the true element, the stealth technique seems to be about to start to fail, "Stop, Long Lao'er, Zhuge Lao'er, Brother can't stand it." Zhang He, who felt that his stealth technique was about to fail, couldn't help but shout loudly.

However, Zhuge Huoao and Long Aotian didn't seem to hear Zhang He's call at all, and still took big strides unhurriedly, and walked forward sonorously.

Nima, these two old glasses must have been deliberate, Zhang He couldn't help but scolded silently, and shook his body vigorously, shaking off the yellow sand all over his body, but he had to try his best to run the little remaining true yuan, while trying to maintain the stealth technique, one :3w. while trying to smooth out the footprints behind him, and trying his best to chase Zhuge Huoao and Long Aotian, who were getting farther and farther away from him.

Time is a slut, and when you want it to slow down, it passes quickly; When you want it to be faster, it has to go very slowly.

The first feeling is the most obvious is the fast gunman who is early-ejaculation, this kind of sad man, when he is ooxx, always hopes that the speed of time can be accelerated by a thousand times, although he still can't avoid a thousand miles before he has time to have fun, but the problem is that if time can be lost at a thousand times the speed, his cruel fact of three seconds of perfection can become a proud record of three thousand seconds, and from then on, he can raise his eyebrows in front of women.

The perfect record of 3,000 seconds and 50 minutes is enough for any man to be proud of. However, time, a slut, always doesn't give those "fast gunners" any face, and always makes them lose face in front of women.

And for the time that passes too slowly, the most obvious experience is the current Zhang He, the female cousin of time, is always so ruthless, every minute and every second is in an orderly manner, not chaotic at all, the harmful Zhang He has to do his best to suffer, suffering in the long yellow sand, and persevering behind the back of Zhuge Huoao and Long Aotian who are getting farther and farther away.

Nima, these two old glasses must be deliberate, my day, no, brother is not old glass. Nima, you wait for my brother, and when my brother and I become emperors, I have to settle today's account with you.

Although he was very angry, Zhang He still had to listen to it temporarily, because he knew very well that if he took another step, even if it was just one step, his true yuan would be completely exhausted, and once the true yuan was exhausted, his whereabouts would inevitably be recognized by this strange thousand-mile forbidden air array.

Zhang He had to stand in place like a stake, motionless to recover the true yuan. Fortunately, although Zhang He's true yuan consumption is close to the point of running out of oil and drying up, although there is still yellow sand in the sky here, but the aura of heaven and earth here is also so rich that it makes people feel comfortable, so it didn't take long for Zhang He's true yuan to recover sixty percent, which was enough for him to hold on for a while again.

But the problem is that the backs of Zhuge Huoao and Long Aotian in the divine consciousness have gradually disappeared, and they are at least seven or eight miles away from themselves, and these two people still have no intention of stopping and waiting for their moments, and they are still walking unhurriedly towards the unknown front.

Nima, these two old glasses must have been deliberate, after couldn't help but scold viciously, and shook his body again, shaking off the yellow sand that was quietly stained all over his body, Zhang He immediately stepped forward again, and chased after the two old glasses of Zhuge Huoao and Long Aotian.

Sparing no effort, but carefully covering up the traces, in the cautious step by step, step by step in the pursuit of the best efforts, Zhang He gradually approached Zhuge Huoao and Long Aotian, but unfortunately, as time went by, Zhang He's true yuan was close to the point of running out of oil again.

The goal is in sight, the hope is in front of him, but Zhang He has once again become a perfect old man in three seconds. Persistence, persistence, however, premature ejaculation is premature ejaculation, no matter what you expect, no matter how hard you try, you can never change the tragic fate of three seconds of perfection.

Zhang He still had to be like the tragic premature ejaculation man, in the endless hope, and was forced to stop the final sprint again, like the defeated premature ejaculation man, the bitter man abandoned his weapon and surrendered.

Zhang He stopped where he was again and tried his best to restore the true yuan, but Zhuge Huoao and Long Aotian, who were typical representatives of the protracted faction, once again widened the distance between themselves and Zhang He in the same way as the stalwart of the fast gunners, and left Zhang He far behind with practical actions.

Originally, with the support of this concentration of heaven and earth aura, it was not difficult to restore to 100% of the best state, but looking at Zhuge Huoao and Long Aotian, who were gradually moving away from their divine consciousness and were about to get out of the scope of their divine consciousness, Zhang He had to quickly and carefully catch up with these two obviously ill-intentioned old glasses in a state of sixty percent again.

The desert is lonely, and the wind and sand are boundless.

The endless yellow sand, the boundless Gobi, as if there is never an end to the hell cage, makes Zhang He almost crazy, and the most speechless thing is that the yellow sand is long, the north wind Xiao Xiao, although it is the cold winter wax moon, but in the face of this super body lì labor, Zhang He still soon began to lack water, plus although there is a simple mask made of sleeves, but there are still countless yellow sand penetrating into his mouth and nose, making him feel that life is worse than death.

thirst, extreme thirst; slimy; The super slimy, dry yellow sand ruthlessly snatched the little water he had left from Zhang He's dry mouth and nose, making him more and more thirsty.

Once, when watching the documentary, Zhang He didn't understand why people living in the desert would not even let go of camel urine and mule and horse urine, but today, Zhang He finally understands the pain of having urine to drink.

The throat was dry, and it was so dry that it was about to catch fire; The throat hurts, and the pain burns hot; The smoke from his mouth and nose is like the yellow sand on the ground that is so dry that it can be fluttered in the wind, but the yellow sand fluttering is even more irritating, so much so that Zhang He can't help coughing again and again, coughing up a handful of tears and snot.

Zhang He wanted to eat back his tears and snot, but unfortunately, his tears and snot were full of yellow sand, and when he wiped them with his hands, the tears and snot that had turned into mud became more dry and viscous.

Even though the moisture in the tears and snot was absorbed by the yellow sand, there was still a little bit of water left, which still made Zhang He involuntarily want to eat all this disgusting thing, but unfortunately, this thing is really disgusting, I don't know how many times more disgusting than camel urine and mule and horse urine, so Zhang He still can't swallow this disgusting thing after all.

Zhang He couldn't hold on anymore, but the two old glasses, Long Aotian and Zhuge Huoao, still didn't have the slightest way to stop and wait for him, and the most speechless thing for Zhang He was that these two old glasses actually closed the connection with his divine sense, making him call the heavens and the earth ineffective, and he didn't dare to be careless. Because, before that, even if they made a small mistake by chance, these two old glasses would give a friendly hint to some extent, but now, they simply ignored their mistakes.

In other words, as long as you dare to make a slight mistake, this trip will be in vain.

Nima, old pervert! Zhang He, who couldn't help but scold angrily again, had to stop again, and tried his best to replenish the true yuan that was almost exhausted.

The yellow sand is boundless; The north wind is bleak, cold as a knife; The remnant sun is like blood, fading into the sky; The moon is like a hook, and the sun is like a disk.

Unconsciously, a day and a night passed quietly, and Zhang He, who was completely ignored by the two old glasses and did not get a moment of rest, also gave full play to his potential in the difficult persistence. Under the double torture of dehydration and body overdraft, Zhang He completely became the end of the strong crossbow, but alas, the two perverted old glasses still did not have the slightest intention of stopping and resting for a while.

Nima!

The lips cracked as if under the scorching sun, the water had been cut off for three months; The throat was tingling like Zhang He, who was filled with millet pepper, and he had reached the limit again, and as the limit came, Zhang He felt that he was about to pass out, but alas, the two old glasses still had no intention of stopping and waiting, and the most devastated thing for Zhang He was that these two old perverts actually had water.

Nima, looking at the animal skin bag in the hands of the two old perverts, and looking at the picture of the two of them comfortably gargling and drinking, Zhang He couldn't wait to rush up and cut these two old perverts with a thousand knives, but alas, Zhang He really didn't dare to act recklessly, so as not to waste his previous efforts.

Zhang Heqiang endured a strong sense of dizziness, and once again tried his best to recover the true yuan, and with the lack of body, Zhang He's speed of recovering the true yuan became slower and slower, but unfortunately, the two old men walked slowly again.

Nima! Zhang He, who didn't even have the strength to scold, had to follow up again.

The rising sun, the slanting sun, the crescent moon, the time of the day slowly slipped away in the torment of life and death; The crescent moon faded, the red sun rose in the east, and the time of the night slowly slipped away in Zhang He's almost collapsed insistence.

Under the torture of the yellow sand and the north wind that never stopped, two days and two nights did not rest, and two days and two nights did not get a drop of water, Zhang He's body really reached the limit, even if it was barely recovered a few true yuan, but Zhang He's footsteps were still uncontrollable and became floating, and his body was uncontrollable and staggered, like a drunk who was drunk like mud.

Zhang He no longer has the energy to scold these two old perverts, like Zhang He, who has been dried for a thousand years, repeats the cycle of recovery and stride almost mechanically, but the frequency of the exchange between the two has become more and more frequent, almost every ten minutes, Zhang He has to stop and rest.

If it weren't for Zhang He's cultivator, and his cultivation had reached the early stage of integration, if he were an ordinary ordinary person, it is estimated that he would have turned into a dry corpse in this harsh condition far beyond the Gobi in Xinjiang.

The wind is still strong, the yellow sand is still there, the rising sun has changed into a new smiling face, and Zhang He has completely lost consciousness, repeating as if it had become instinctive.

Ahead, Long Aotian and Zhuge Huoao finally couldn't stand it anymore, and took out the animal skin water bag again, "Long Lao'er, where do you say the limit of this kid is?" Zhuge took a sip of sweet water and asked with a little curiosity.

"Looks like we're underestimating this kid." Long Aotian also drank his saliva comfortably, wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "It's not okay to have a talent, it's time to toss this kid, Zhuge Lao'er, or let's gamble, I bet on this half-dead kid, at least for another three days." ”

"Okay, I'll bet for five days."

"Okay, if you lose, divide your Zhuge family's silver heart grass with me."

"Okay, if you lose, give me a Tianqing flower of your Long family."

"Okay."

……

After a few simple words of communication, the two old men took a step forward unhurriedly.

ps: At the beginning of the month, kneel to beg for basic flowers, kneel for support, thank you!

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