The aura-powered rail train flies on tracks that are sometimes straight and sometimes winding.

The barren desert on both sides is dotted with a handful of emerald green poplar trees, which makes a dead yellow desolation with a little life.

The river was churning in the sand, like boiling water, bubbling and disappearing, as if to suggest something. It's like, it's just evaporated.

This is the True Spirit Continent, the Tacoma Desert between the Central Plains of the Tang Kingdom and Luozhou, even the powerhouses of the Imperial Sword Flight do not dare to wander in this area at will.

The day and night of the desert have their own wonders, the day and night of the desert have their own killing opportunities, the visible and the invisible, from the sky or the earth, from the body or outside the body.

Those who died can't speak, but those who are lucky enough to come out alive are secretive about this place and don't want to say more.

However, these dangers have nothing to do with the spirit rail train, and even if the super defensive array is visited by more than a dozen "Yuanying" combat powerhouses, it cannot be broken in a short period of time.

Most of the people in the carriage were closing their eyes and recuperating, and a song with a little commotion and ancient chivalry floated around, like a magic sound, stirring the nerves of the passengers, whether fragile or large.

"No complaints, no regrets, I go my way, I can't go to the end of the world.

In the midst of the storm, you chase me, who will end the grievances;

When will heaven and earth become rivers and lakes, and every step will be surging;

When, tears are better than blood, and everyone also calls himself a hero;

......

”

Since the depletion of spiritual energy, heroes have become bears, bears have become shrimps, and how many people can maintain their realm without falling?

Just as Han Yin was secretly complaining in his heart about this "Jianghu Divine Comedy" that sounded a little familiar, the little fat man sitting opposite suddenly let out a strange cry of "ah"! Smoke rose all over his body, and his white cloud appearance looked very much like a fat pig that had just come out of the steamer.

"Quick! go and inform the conductor that this fat man is about to explode in his spiritual veins!"

I don't know who shouted, the angry song came to an abrupt end, and the dozing person was full of excitement, Han Yin looked at the fat man's face that was already burned red but was still struggling, and instantly understood.

This guy isn't trying to make trouble, maybe he's going crazy, right?

But it looks like it's even worse!

The basic technique of Tang cultivation is called Gathering Soul Jue, which is different from other countries, because the aura they use does not come directly from heaven and earth, but from people!

In the Tang Kingdom, only those who have cultivated the Gathering Spirit Technique can be regarded as cultivators, and the rest of the ordinary people can only cultivate the Soul Transformation Technique that releases special spiritual energy.

It's okay to turn the spirit technique to strengthen the body, but if you can't gather the spiritual energy, you can't cultivate more advanced exercises, and naturally you won't be considered a cultivator.

The cultivation of the Gathering Spirit Recipe is generally from birth, and along with personal growth, the so-called spiritual vein self-explosion phenomenon rarely occurs, because the spiritual vein will widen with the increase of the level of the Gathering Spirit Technique.

It is easy to understand that less water is a small stream, and more water is a big river, and you can eat as much as you have a big belly.

Unless...... This guy has only just learned the Soul Gathering Technique! If you look at it this way, the fat man in front of him can be regarded as a huge spiritual power bomb, at least the kind that can destroy this carriage. The amount of power depends on the level of cultivation of his Spirit Gathering Technique.

"Evacuate!

The fat man is still patient, but the conductor in a special black uniform has begun to evacuate the passengers in an orderly manner, and it seems that this is not the first time this has happened.

The train was slowing down, slower and slower, but from the surrounding scenery, it was still the yellow of the Tacoma Desert.

"Boy, aren't you leaving?" a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard stood up and whispered to Han Yin.

He was of medium stature, and the fabric of his clothes was not ordinary at first glance, and he may have some spiritual runes with special functions inlaid on it, exuding bursts of spiritual power fluctuations.

For example, automatic cleaning, relieving fatigue or something, Han Yin has only heard of it, and he has never seen this kind of clothes customized by hand from cultivators.

"It's afternoon, and the temperature in the Tacoma Desert will be minus twenty degrees in the evening, and no special magic circle is tantamount to suicide.

There are also ice demons, yellow sand beasts that live in groups and fierce monsters.

When the train is destroyed, the spiritual power engine will be destroyed, the defense circle will not be able to operate, it is not a capital death, where can the evacuation go?

”

As he spoke, Han Yin had already put on the fat man's wrist, his brows furrowed.

In fact, Han Yin still hasn't said anything.

If there are magnates of the Tang Kingdom in this car, those people will naturally have a way to go. But for a person like him, whose parents were both low-level cultivators, and could only engage in military research and development in the Tang Army, how could he get himself away from the dangerous desert?

"The little brother is very knowledgeable. ”

The old man opposite Han Yin didn't leave, his cloudy eyes stared at his calm face, smiling rather than smiling, I don't know if he felt tired of being alive or wanted to experience a thrill.

Seeing that the old man didn't leave, the middle-aged bearded scumbag also sat down with interest, Han Yin didn't look at the two of them, but knew that these two must be masters of the arts and had the means to protect themselves.

The pure gold spiritual power comes from the dantian, and the spirit gathering technique does not work smoothly, but the cultivation is very decent, and it does not follow the secret method that only some families have, so as to increase the cultivation speed.

There is also a pure fire-based spiritual power, but it does not come from the dantian, but from the ...... Baihui acupoint?

Han Yin's face was strange, this fat man, I was afraid that he was carrying a strange treasure and wanted to forcibly devour it, but his ability was insufficient, and he went directly into the devil.

The spiritual power of the gold system (thunder system) has been forcibly converting the unknown fire type spiritual power, but it has been strongly countered by the "other party"!

The fat man continued to make the spiritual power of the gold system stronger, and the fire system was ten times and a hundred times more revenge, so he ...... The fat man is going to be roasted.

"The gold system is 9.2%, the fire system is 90.8%, and there is still ...... time for the fat man to blow himself up 1 minute. ”

Han Yin said in a voice that he could only hear: "What can I use?" Yes, use waves, Fourier functions, and waveform mixing...... The wave attenuated, the gold fire system was reduced synchronously, and finally the dantian was introduced, so that the fat man became a pure fire cultivator.

The parameters of the wave function are, let me do the math...... Damn, my head hurts!"

Drops of cold sweat oozed from his back, and Han Yin covered his head with one hand, and the other hand was still on the fat man's wrist.

A trace of spiritual power without any attributes entered the fat man's body from Han Yin's body, guiding the domineering fire spiritual power towards the fat man's dantian.

This trace of spiritual power was skillfully guided, so that the two spiritual powers in the fat man's body no longer directly conflicted, but were entangled and reduced in a dynamic form.

Finally, the spiritual power of the fire system completely occupied the spiritual veins in the fat man's body, and in the dantian, the huge fire system and the weak gold system rotated in a circle, without interfering with each other.

But...... The fat man is only afraid that he will not be able to use the thunder spell, unless one day the domineering and mysterious fire spiritual power in his body disappears.

The crisis was lifted, and the fat man was still steaming, but because the spiritual veins were full of fire-based spiritual power, he could retract and release them freely, but he was not as red as he was just now, and he couldn't control himself.

"Little brother, your hand is quite powerful, can you tell the old man, the old man is still confused?"

The white-bearded old man looked at Han Yin with blazing eyes, this slightly thin and tall young man looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, but his face was calm, although his face was tired, he did not relax his vigilance at all.

"Oh, that I don't want to say, it's a secret, well, it's his secret. Han Yin pointed to the fat man beside him and said.

The middle-aged beard was stunned, he didn't expect this young man who had lifted the crisis to ...... Trouble has led to the east, is there any ulterior secret for you to help others like this?

The fat man couldn't speak for the time being, but just looked at Han Yin with complaining eyes, it was estimated that the ups and downs were too fast, and Lao Tie was heartbroken.

"Ahem, cough, that, my name is Oujiu, and I haven't seen the little brother's method just now when I live until my body is about to enter the ground, so I'm a little curious, I'm not a bad person, not a bad person. ”

The old man named Oujiu wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead in embarrassment.

The fat man gave him a blank look, and said angrily in a hoarse voice: "Do bad people write bad people on their faces?

Let me tell you, the master is a showman, not a person! Especially not to serve a perverted old man who likes children. ”

This is not only Ou Wine, but even Han Yin is a little embarrassed, this fat man is really taboo to speak.

Before Han Yin could speak, the conductor arrived, the crisis was over, he was taken to see the conductor, and when he came back, he already had a green bracelet on his hand.

The fat man looked at Han Yin as if he had seen a ghost, and wanted to speak several times, but he stopped talking. The person next to him was quietly pointing at the four people who were seated in two rows of seats at this table.

"Now a red notice is issued, this person is the sixth prince of Qingguo, and those who provide clues will be rewarded once it is verified. ”

A thin man appeared on the light curtains maintained by spiritual power at both ends of the carriage, wearing the formal clothes of the Qingguo royal family, looking completely depleted.

The broadcast interrupted the whispers of good deeds.

Attention began to shift to the wanted warrant.

"Hey, didn't you say that Qingguo was destroyed, and His Royal Highness Li Chengjun, the second prince, captured all the Qingguo royal family?"

"Not all, I should say, except for this. ”

"Tsk, the rewards are huge, Your Highness is really serious. ”

"Are you stupid, Qingguo, a fish that slipped through the net, will there be no guards around you?

Everyone is gossiping, but when it comes to it, they all mean the same thing.

Although the reward is good, you have to have luck to meet it, and you have to have a life to spend it.

"By the way, my name is Chen Jialuo, what about you, what is your name, thank you just now, in fact, I have a way if you don't make a move just now. ”

The fat man reported his name familiarly, but there was a slight complaint about what Han Yin did just now.

Ou Jiu and the bearded uncle both frowned secretly, and they were kind enough to treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs, which is probably what they said.

"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising your hands. My name is Han Yin, and I'm glad to do it. ”

Han Yin greeted him neither humbly nor arrogantly, and did not blame Chen Jialuo for his faux pas, but wanted to laugh a little.

Giving himself the pseudonym of the cuckold king, I don't know what this person thinks, for a while, Han Yin really couldn't see through this little fat.