Nangong Fan looked ahead helplessly.

A golden desert is revealed, and there is no end in sight, only yellow sand can be seen flying in the sky.

The footprints of the evil cultivator became clearer and clearer, proving that he was getting closer and closer to the evil cultivator who was one step ahead of him.

But before the footprints disappeared in the yellow sand, Nangong Fan was blind.

In this place, the breeze blows, the yellow sand spreads, how can you still find a little footprint?

I followed the footprints for a long time, and I ended up walking empty?

Nangong Fan was also drunk.

Nangong Fan thought about the places where he had left various marks along the way, except for a few bends, almost in a straight line.

When Nangong Fan passed by at the bend, he found that there were traces of the spirit grass that had been picked.

That evil cultivator seemed to have a complete map of the secret realm, and he was moving along a destination, and picking spirit grass was just a matter of hand, and it was a good thing that could be called a masterpiece in the Starry Sky Realm to allow him to change the established route.

In this way, he should be straight in the middle of the desert? Nangong Fan was not sure.

Why don't you turn around and go back and look for the spirit grass in this dense forest? Nangong Fan shook his head, he hadn't really needed the spirit grass yet, and just two Dao books could allow him to forcibly break through the realm without any pills or anything like that in the human realm.

As for pills such as healing and meditation, Nangong Fan has always been passable.

In fact, the main reason is that along the way, Nangong Fan found that there were not as many spiritual grasses in this dense forest as he imagined.

The ripe spirit grass was all picked by the evil cultivator, but there were still a lot of them that were not ripe and could not be picked, but it took a full few hundred meters to find one.

Turning around and going back to look for mature spirit grass, no matter how you look at it, it is a little worth the loss.

The place where the evil cultivators had to go so hard should be the highlight of this secret realm.

Nangong Fan gritted his teeth and stepped into the desert.

The breeze blows, and the yellow sand fills the sky.

Nangong Fan's figure was gradually hidden by the yellow sand.

In this desert, Nangong Fan was walking by feeling, and he didn't have any concept of direction at all, and he didn't know how the evil cultivator determined the direction.

Fortunately, in this desert, it is just a barren place of life, a little hot, not completely transformed into a forbidden area of life, and there is still an aura in the air.

With a few Bigu Dan, it will not cause excessive water flow in the body.

Time has destroyed everything, and perhaps after thousands of years, even the first dense forest will be ruthlessly swallowed by this yellow sand.

Just taking a step, it was getting dark, and it was a little cold from the hot atmosphere.

Nangong Fan wrapped the clothes on his body, which had not yet completely darkened to reach such a state. If the sunlight disappears completely, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it.

This temperature difference between day and night made Nangong Fan truly feel that he was just a weak "person", not a legendary cultivator who could soar through the clouds and fog in the starry sky realm.

Nangong Fan continued to walk a few steps, then had to stop completely, hesitated slightly, and directly entered the Qinglian Ring.

Under this yellow sand, how can you stay comfortable in the ring space?

The cyan aura flutters in the sky like a bird.

This aura that can be seen but can't be touched is really a bit of a people's mentality.

Nangong Fanmo rubbed his chin, he had his own space, that feeling was so refreshing!

It's just a pity that the range that I can control at this time is quite large compared to ordinary people's storage rings, but for this space, it's just a drop in the bucket.

The space of this Qinglian Ring is so large that Nangong Fan can't imagine it at all, and even he, the master, can't explore it completely.

This ring has a secret, which Nangong Fan has known for a long time in his heart.

But like an ant, he is not qualified to explore this secret.

This is also the reason why he is not very interested in what Shen Luofu said about chance, as long as he can explore the secret of this ring, those chances cannot be called chances.

It's a pity that I have no treasure mountain, and I have the key to open treasure mountain, but I can't move treasure mountain.

Nangong Fan closed his eyes and sat cross-legged. Since the breakthrough, he has been fighting almost all kinds of battles, and he really hasn't sorted out the spiritual power in his body well. Take advantage of this evening to have a good feeling.

One night went by.

In the Qinglian space, day and night are not clear, and the sky is always so beautiful.

Nangong Fan took a deep breath, his thoughts turned, and he returned to the barbarian secret realm in one step.

The sun is shining on the earth, and the scorching wind and waves are coming.

Nangong Fan's head was buzzing, and he heard the shouts that sounded when he first arrived at the cave.

The voice was full of surprise, full of impatience, and even a little respectful.

Nangong Fan rubbed his temples before he felt more comfortable. Looking into the depths of the desert, is there something calling to him?

Nangong Fan's eyes flickered, raised his steps, and walked towards the depths of the desert.

During the day, he walked forward against the wind and sand, and spent the night in the Qinglian ring.

Five days passed quietly and silently.

It was noon on the sixth day.

Nangong Fan stood on top of the desert, looking at the silhouette in front of him.

The feeling is somewhat similar to looking at the tribe in the middle of the ice and snow.

Everything is in a haze.

Nangong Fan understood that that was the end of the trip.

This behemoth lies across the desert, almost filling the entire desert in front of it, and it seems that as long as you get to this desert, as long as you go in the right direction, no matter how you go, you will come here.

Nangong Fan approached him step by step.

The walls are full of ruins, and the former glory has come to an end.

"A ruined city?"

This greatly surprised Nangong Fan, and he speculated that only barbarians in this secret realm could come here with the help of the power of the spar. It must have been a tribe for a long time, right?

Nangong Fan gently stroked the boulder in front of him, which was taller than others and covered with weathering marks.

This boulder should have been part of the city wall, but now there are many conspicuous cracks on it, which are small pieces scattered from the ground, and Nangong Fan stepped on it, as if it could directly cut his skin.

Nangong Fan looked at the crack slightly, curiosity was troubled, he wanted to try the stone used by the ancients as a city wall, after the vicissitudes of time, he could destroy it.

The unpretentious punch blasted out, not attracting a bit of heaven and earth, but the power was bursting out.

"Ahh

Nangong Fan screamed in pain, rubbing his red right hand, feeling that he was a stupid fork.

What's the point of having nothing to do with a rock? Isn't that self-inflicted?

Take a closer look, the fist of his perfect physique is really not as hard as a broken stone. It still stayed there, not even a crack that extended outward.

Nangong Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, although he had already guessed that he couldn't take advantage of his strength at all, but this was too shocking!

All the pride in my heart was put away.

Compared to the weakest consummation powerhouse, it is really nothing.

Nangong Fan crossed the boulder and headed towards the city.

Collapsed houses, yellow sand filled.

Do the barbarians come here every ten years just to find a chance to be left behind?

But this is too unscientific, it only takes a few decades to turn this upside down.

It should be more than that.

What's that for?

Nangong Fan's heart was deep in thought, and his eyes kept scanning the surroundings.

Without the shelter of the city walls, the yellow sand had already eroded the place, and the collapsed houses showed a slight head between the sand.

Under this glance, Nangong Fan didn't find a single house that was still intact.

Also, even if the formation is left unattended, it will gradually lose its due brilliance, and it is a strange thing that these houses that have lost the protection of the formation can be retained.

Nangong Fan pondered slightly, and was extremely disappointed in his heart.

It doesn't seem right to say that the formation, maybe it's the power of the priest. But what's the difference?

Time is the most ruthless, how much of the glory of the past has been buried in the meantime? Even the Heavenly Demon Clan, who once commanded the main continent, has been forgotten by the world in time.

It is a ruin, submerged in history, and its former prosperity can only be touched by its scaly claws.

So what is calling to him?

The evil cultivators have worked so hard to come here even if they don't hesitate to reveal their identities, what is it for?

What is the purpose of this secret realm once in ten years?

Is there really something important that has passed the time and stubbornly "lived" to the present?

Nangong Fan's mind fluctuated, and he was afraid that the gods would have to be destroyed by the ravages of time.

If there is such a thing. I'm afraid it's not much worse than the Qinglian Dao Fire he got?

Nangong Fan finally felt his heart moved, took steps, walked among the broken walls, and got closer and closer to the center of the city.

......

Compared to the crumbling of the perimeter and the ramparts, a large building still stands in the center of the city.

Whenever the wind carries the yellow sand, there is a shiny flash on it, and all the filth is bounced away.

This building stands tall in the sky, but it seems to be in another time and space, and its existence can only be discovered when you walk in front of it.

Beneath the building stood an emaciated body.

His body was all shrouded in a black robe, and a bright lamp flickered in his hand, and countless ghostly fires flickered in it, bringing a slight chill.

The black-robed man raised his head and looked at the god-like building in front of him with a fiery gaze.

How many times has he been here? Eight times, if not ten?

The black-robed man sighed faintly, why could the priest of Zilong keep pressing him? Wasn't it that he was once chosen by God?

Did you get into this building by chance?

Now, the old guy who seemed to be able to see through the world is finally dead.

The barbarians will finally usher in an era that belongs to him.

The black-robed people were restless, and kept shaking the ghost lamp in their hands, hoping that there was no mistake in the ancient book.

He only has a life span of less than 100 years, and he has already sold his soul to the devil, and there is no turning back.

It is no longer a dream to be created and become a god, even if you become a devil for it.

The ghost light flickered, and the black-robed man didn't even glance at the pedestal blocking him.

Even if he knew that it was the place to receive the inheritance, it couldn't shake his heart to enter the building.

This pedestal is the secret of the barbarians for ten years! A person can only accept the inheritance from the ancient barbarian once in his life. For ordinary barbarians, it is a great achievement to be able to successfully inherit it.

But the black-robed man was clearly not satisfied, and he took a stride, crossing the pedestal topped with a sparkling hedron and coming to the huge portal of the building.

The black-robed man bent down, put down the ghost lamp in his hand against the door gently, and took a step back slightly.

His eyes were like flames staring at the swaying spirits in the ghostly lamp.

A weird smile cracked at the corner of his mouth.

"Sacrifice Soul Dance!"

The words fell, and the black-robed man moved.

The body twists in an incredible arc and makes all kinds of difficult movements.

Around the tightly closed portal, sometimes clapping, sometimes lying on the ground and rolling.

If Nangong Fan was here, he would definitely "lie down", and then say, "Is this a twisted Yangge?"

Throwing away the difficult movements that ordinary people are difficult to make, this is really like twisting Yangge.

The supernatural power diffused around him with the movements of the black-robed man, converging in the sky above the ghostly lamp.

The ghost lights flickered, and there seemed to be a wail in them.

Suddenly it burned.

Clicking.

A crack is slowly unfolding.