Returning to the endless sands was a difficult decision.

First of all, he has a mission with him this time, and returning, which means that if he has an accident, he will not be able to complete the mission.

Secondly, the yellow sand represents torture and loneliness, and his heart is resistant, but he finally walked back.

What supported him in doing so was the goal that Taichu had set for them a long time ago:

For you, unless it is time for the alliance to survive, it is most important to improve your strength, because every increase in your strength represents a great increase in the upper limit of the strength of your clansmen.

They represent the highest force of the clan, not that they are the strongest, after all, with Shi Baozhu in front, who dares to talk about the strongest clansmen?

But Shi's power is irreproducible, he has long been identified as the most talented warrior in the history of the alliance, which no one objects to, and no one thinks he can surpass.

And they are different, their success can be replicated, especially after the completion of the Lower Immortal Realm, it is likely that there will be a large number of clansmen who can cultivate like him in the future.

Therefore, if the ceiling can be raised, it will be more important for the alliance, and if the mission cannot be done by itself, there will naturally be descendants.

Because of these thoughts, he walked towards the desert without hesitation.

With only three camels, he could barely keep him in the desert for about a month, and he didn't know if there was enough time, he just knew that he had to work harder.

So, he began to torture himself even more frantically

Not so tired that you can't lift your legs, don't rest;

Don't be hungry to the point of dizziness, don't eat;

Don't be sleepy until your eyes are black, and you don't sleep.

Time passed faster than before, and the heat of the day and the cold of the night were torture for his mind and body, but he was more and more willing to eat it.

He didn't know how long he had been here, but he remembered that he had sent messages to the Alliance more than a dozen times with a whine.

More than ten times the message was the same, generally talking about his situation, his guesses, and his choices.

It's too far away from the Alliance, and the woo machine has lost its call function, so it can only store some information and send it back.

As for whether it will be received or not, he is not sure that he has not done experiments at such a distance before.

Three camels became two, then one, and when the last camel starved to death, only a little food and water remained on his back.

Food and water will be scarce, and the aura in his dantian will become more and more viscous.

If it was only slightly viscous before, now there is liquid in this viscousity.

Looking at the dantian inward, one or two drops, or four or five drops of liquid aura gathered together, often making his old farmer-like face smile after a harvest.

Now he looks older, with chapped skin, a dark complexion, and more and more crow's feet at the corners of his eyes due to long-term squinting.

But he was still happy, and he continued to fight until all the food and water were gone.

The opportunity is fleeting, he doesn't know if there is any effect if he returns after leaving, and he doesn't know if he can progress after the change of mind and will.

Looking ahead, no one can guide him, and looking back, he will get nothing.

All he can do is to persist in loneliness, even if it is death, he must find out the way forward.

Every day since the death of the last camel, he has used the whining machine to send out some messages about his progress and insights.

These records and perceptions of cultivation progress are very important to the Alliance, and if the Alliance can receive it, everything he has done will be worth it.

Even if he can't get it, his attempt is worth it, and even if there is an opportunity, he will not let it be missed.

So, he survived in death, desperately trying to compress the aura in his body.

Zhuo Bai was sure that in his life, he had never worked so hard as he did now, because even if he tried a little less, he might starve to death here, or die of thirst here.

There were still seven bags of water in his backpack, and he used them sparingly, but the speed at which the number was decreasing still irritated him.

When there were three sacks of water left, he felt like he could still give it a go.

When there were two sacks of water left, he felt there was still a chance.

When there was a bag of water left, he silently put the water in his empty backpack and took out the wooing machine.

"The aura is obviously liquefiing, cough cough, I still can't find the reason, there is still a bag of water left, I am very thirsty, but I can't drink it, and if I drink it, there is no hope in my heart. ”

He muttered to the whine, sending it back.

"I decided to charge into the desert, use all my strength, all my will, and finally fight, hoping that I can succeed, and wish the alliance eternal prosperity. ”

After saying this, he put the wooing machine in his backpack, then packed his bags and ran towards the depths of the desert.

At first, the tired body couldn't take a step and was still a little swaying, but as I ran, my body got used to it.

The speed is not fast, every step is in the sand, and it is laborious to pull out the legs.

Running wildly, I don't know how much sand and gravel are blown into my mouth, the silk scarf on my head has long been gone, and my body is becoming more and more disordered, but my will is burning myself.

And in the dantian he was concerned about, the aura and those liquids collided with him as he ran wildly.

"Poof. ”

Zhuo Bai's legs were inserted into the sand, and there was a feeling of stepping on flowing water, and his heart sank.

It was quicksand, he had stepped on it, and that time, he had an aura to get out.

Is it going to erupt?

He asked himself, and then hurriedly looked inside the dantian.

The aura in the dantian was beginning to rotate after experiencing a crazy collision, as if it was undergoing some kind of transformation, and he had a feeling that he was one step away from success.

Stop it?

No, it can't be stopped.

He made up his mind not to explode his aura at this time, he wanted to persevere and persevere until he succeeded.

His body gradually sank, and even if he didn't toss his body, the quicksand was still devouring him.

Slowly, the lower half of the body is wrapped in quicksand, and the backpack is also stuck in it.

"Zila. ”

Zhuo Bai pulled the backpack, the water bag, the whine machine, and the jerky...... Many small things fell out, and he picked up the whine machine, not looking at the water bag that had fallen into the quicksand.

"I fell into the quicksand, but in my frantic run, the aura began to change, first in a chaotic collision, and now into a spin. ”

Zhuo Bai's voice was a little eager and a little dull, because the quicksand had pressed down on his chest.

"I'm about to fall into the quicksand completely, but I have a feeling that if the aura in the dantian continues to rotate, they will all turn into a liquid state and turn into a golden ......."

A mouthful of yellow sand poured into Zhuo Bai's mouth, and he raised his arm high, swung his joints vigorously, and threw the whine machine behind.

It wasn't quicksand, and if he could get out, he would still be able to find a whine.

If he can't come out...... He may not be the best one, but his heart for the alliance is unswerving.

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