Before I knew it, the silver dagger of the heavenless sword was linked, and pieces of flesh the size of a palm were cut off the ninja's body, and the painful Mori Kojiro died and came back to life, but with the help of my healing technique, he quickly regained his senses, and that kind of despair finally made Mori Kojiro's spirit collapse.

"Stop, stop, please, don't cut it anymore, I—I can't stand it." At this moment, Maori Kojiro still has the appearance of a master in the island country, the whole dead fish is like a dead fish, and Wuxia is very measured, although he cut a lot of meat just now, but the places he chose are all places with thick meat, so although Maori Kojiro looks shocking, but the real injury is not serious, and under the lawless treatment, he does not lose much blood at all, but the pain makes Maori unbearable.

Stop the fish and silver dagger,Looking at the miserable Maori,Wutian suddenly felt a sense of emptiness coming,Maori Kojiro is the master of the island country,Although there are not a few moves in the hands of Wutian,But there is no comparison with that person,It's fortunate to defeat the strong with the weak,It's not a lawless character to bully the weak with the strong,This time I was stimulated by Maori Kojiro to abuse the opponent.,Now after the incident, not only does it not have a sense of accomplishment but also feels a burst of emptiness、Boredom.,Maybe the entire island country can make the only one in the island country to be worthy of a battle.。

Seeing that Wutian stopped his movements and stood still without saying a word, Mao Li hurriedly said, "Don't torture me anymore, please, I'm willing to give you my props, please kill me directly." "At this moment, Maori is miserable, he actually begged others to kill him, this is Maori Kojiro never thought of it, he has always been high, how could he have thought that he would meet such a bad star.

Kojiro Mori said. Immediately made Wutian recover from his contemplation. Although at this moment, I have long lost the mood to play again. But since someone gives props to himself, it is a fool not to accept it.

Nodding slightly, Wutian didn't say anything, and then untied the restraint technique that bound Maori, and Maori, who had regained his freedom, didn't do anything superfluous, and took out the props stored in the ring with the pain.

There are two items, one is a desert compass and the other is a desert boat camel.

"That's my prop. Take it away, please give me a good time. "The desperate Maori has completely collapsed, and has no intention of running away, just honestly waiting for the lawless ruling.

looked at the two props in front of him coldly, disappointed, disappointed, I thought there would be any surprises, but what use are these two props for Wutian, desert compass? Wutian already has one, what's the use of asking for more? It's just a waste of space. And that camel. Well, you don't have to work so hard to leave by yourself in the future. But in the same way, the consumption of lawlessness will increase, although the camel does not drink much water, but after all, it consumes water, and it is certainly a point to take with it, but correspondingly, the problem of water is becoming more and more prominent.

Seeing that Wutian didn't seem to be very satisfied, Maori was almost about to cry, although he also knew that his two props were not good, but there was no way, who let him not choose the props when he first chose them, is that pain going to continue, no, don't.

"I—I still have." Maori's voice has a crying tone, how can it be so difficult to die, what kind of world is this?

"And? Are there any props? That's right, I actually got a high-level sacrifice. Quietly, Wutian still looked at him coldly, waiting for his props.

After a moment of hesitation, Maori gritted his teeth and took out another thing from his ring with difficulty and handed it to Wutian.

"What is this? Not a prop? Wutian asked suspiciously. The sword of killing is aimed at Maori Kojiro, Wutian hates someone to lie to him the most, is this guy sick, is he insane, take a fake to deceive Wutian, although I haven't seen the other two props, but this thing will not be an anti-sand suit and a large water bladder no matter how you look at it.

"No, no, don't get me wrong, I mean it's not a prop, it's a holy artifact." Maori said incoherently, and the miserable appearance looked a little soft-hearted, but after a while, it disappeared without a trace.

"Hallows?" Maori was surprised by what Maori said, this guy actually took out a holy weapon casually, it can't lie to me, holy weapon, you think it's so easy to get. The holy weapon is the saying of the island country, and there is another name in the dragon country: the immortal weapon.

"Yes, it's true, it's really a holy artifact." Maori cried.

Take the "holy weapon" and look at it carefully.

MONOCULUS: A growth-type auxiliary immortal weapon,1 the user can see through all illusions. 2？ 3？

Auxiliary equipment has no specific attributes, and there will be different degrees of unique abilities according to the level of the equipment, such as the attribute of the medicine tripod is the success rate of alchemy, the attribute of the hoe is the ore yield rate, and so on.

Growing Hallows But the ability seems to be a little worse.,And there are two functions that haven't been discovered.,But it's a holy weapon anyway.,Hehe.,I can't see that this guy really has goods.,Well, it's good.,It's also an unexpected gain.,Since this guy is so cooperative.,Okay.,Let it go.。

With a fierce swing of the sword, just when Maori thought that Wutian wanted to break the contract, the tip of the sword easily cut Maori Kojiro's throat, and Maori hung up without a few struggles, but there was no pain on his face, relief, he was finally free.

Riding a camel and stepping on the afterglow of the setting sun, Wutian is still lonely in the sea of sand.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, rolling up the sand grains in the sky, splitting his head and covering his face towards Wutian's body, no matter how Wutian bows his head and bends down to protect his body, but the fine sand particles are still as pervasive as the world's finest offensive into Wutian's clothes, and that feeling is as uncomfortable as it is.

"Damn sandstorm!" cursed hatefully, even if you are mentally prepared, there is still a gap between the truth and the imagination. With the continuous deepening of the sand sea, Wutian finally saw the unpredictable climate in the desert, just now it was still a good weather, but just like this, the whole world seems to have become a world of sand and dust, covering the sky and the sun, the sun and the moon have no light, the visibility is less than a few meters, Wutian knows that the road can only go here today, and if he goes on, he will die in this sandstorm, this is not a joke, even if he is strong, it is impossible to compete with this natural force.

Quickly find the back of a large sand dune, the camel surrounded Wutian in the middle, and the dark true element in the body began to operate again, and the cultivation route of the palace that cultivated the Killing God Technique in reality, the difference is only that in reality, cultivation is to increase cultivation, but the cultivation in the Celestial Empire does consume mana to increase skill proficiency and the upper limit of mana.

Zhi Lu Dao cultivated in the desert for a long time before he discovered that the original operation of the Killing God Technique could increase the upper limit of mana, although the increase speed was slow and speechless, the longer the continuous cultivation, the shorter the time gap between increasing the upper limit.

The feeling of fatigue also slowly disappeared, and at this moment, Wutian seemed to be in another world, completely cut off from the violent world outside, and there was a sense of security here.

But this good mood did not last long, and when Wutian took out the water bladder with only a few salivas left, this comfortable feeling was immediately destroyed. What to do? What to do? Oasis, where the hell is the oasis? And how long will this sandstorm blow, if it doesn't end, then I'm not trapped here? Without water, people die.

In this way, Wutian waited restlessly behind this sand area, and poked his head out from time to time to check the situation outside the sand area. Time, now time is life for Wutian, the sooner the sandstorm stops, the greater the chance of Wutian to survive, but the system seems to be against Wutian, the whole thing has passed, this damn sandstorm has not stopped, and Wutian's water bladder, only the last little bit of water is left, if it goes on like this, Wutian can only take the risk of marching, although this is extremely dangerous, the probability of survival is low, but now Wutian has no other choice? It's the same death, and there may be a glimmer of hope to live, but if you wait here, there is no hope.

After making up his mind, Wutian immediately took action, and this was already Wutian's only chance. After walking out of the sand dunes, Wutian immediately returned to the violent world, but fortunately, this sandstorm has been raging all night, and now the power is not as good as before, and Wutian can barely hold on.

Convert all the true elements into physical strength, braving the wind that is still quite strong, Wutian struggles to move forward, but every step takes a step, it takes a lot of strength, that kind of hardship is not at all what ordinary people can endure, fortunately, since childhood, I have received almost hellish training, or gritted my teeth and persevered, even if it is crawling, I have to move forward, I Wutian will not fall here, relying on this obsession, Wutian is moving forward step by step, although slowly, although hard, but without flinching forward.

The courage of the heavenless finally brought a glimmer of hope to himself, the wind gradually stopped, the sand in the sky gradually calmed down, and returned to the embrace of the earth again, the world finally returned to its true appearance, and a ray of sunlight finally shone through the thick clouds on this land abandoned by God, and everything returned.

I got up from the sand with difficulty, shook the sand and dust on my body, smiled with relief, and finally got through it.

Took out the water bladder containing the last bit of water, but Wutian hesitated, what should I do? Just drank it? I was so thirsty that my mouth was full of sand, which was so uncomfortable. But if you drink it now, what will you do later? I don't know where the next oasis is, this water can last for hours at most, but can you really find a water source in these hours? That's too slim. In the end, Wutian really had no choice but to moisten his chapped mouth with water, hoping that this would last longer. (To be continued......)