Without the support of dark energy, the stealth machine just flew up and fell down, he retracted the stealth machine and began to call the database in his mind for analysis.

In the database, there are some basic topographical information of this continent, which is from the memory of this projection "Wu Yi".

There is no doubt that the place is the Broken Sky Mountain Range, and the Yangguan City is located in the middle foot of the Broken Sky Mountain Range, hundreds of miles away from the southeast of this place, combined with the memory in his mind, Wu Yi improved the terrain orientation map little by little, and traveled at an oblique angle of 30 degrees to the northeast from here, which should be the direction of Lop Nur, and the estimated budget should only be about 1,000 miles.

The plan had been decided, Wu Yi spilled out his divine sense, and sensed that the four monks who had come in earlier had walked about ten miles away, and their divine consciousness and the two invisible divine thoughts were immediately closed, and they both sensed each other.

Wu Yi began to run with all his strength, taking out the brute strength of milk and rushing forward, there is nothing to say, let you have a thousand spells and all kinds of magical powers, in this spiritless world, if you want to speed up, run forward!

The physical strength comparable to that of the Jindan monk is really not covered, and he kicks hard under his feet, which is five or six meters away, which is estimated to be more than three times faster than the Olympic sprinters, and Lewis and the like can only follow behind and eat fart from afar, and the endurance is long-lasting, and it is estimated that the physical strength can completely keep up with running like this for a day or two.

The four divine senses loomed behind him, and the ambusher followed. Wu Yi was also making pure gold skis while running, without the tempering of spiritual power and spiritual fire, and he could not refine the refined gold into the required parts, fortunately, in the scattered materials of the previous refining formation, there were a few fine gold strips that could be used as ski strips, and a few small spirit buckles, just locking a few parts, and a spirit silkworm streamer was cut into two sections to be used as a fixed rope.

In less than an hour, while running like flying, he hand-made a pair of glittering fine gold skis, which can be sold well, firmness and fit are not a problem, and the material of the Xiuzhen world is wear-resistant. The speed of the four figures attached to the back slowly fell, how to say, Wu Yi is also a freak with a golden pill body, and it is difficult for idle monks to compare with it.

Wu Yi, who was busy and idle, also ran to the top of a mountain on the side of the road to determine the direction, that's right, he has been running for more than an hour, seven or eight hundred miles away, and there is still half an hour, and it is estimated that it will be close to the periphery of Lop Nur.

After running for so long, and he didn't take a breath in the atmosphere, Wu Yi sighed smugly, brother's body is really different from what it used to be, and what kind of role such as Seven Jiro in One Night is definitely not as good as Brother's function.

After running for another stick of incense, the swamp landform was already in sight, Wu Yi was overjoyed, and he ran more and more energetically. The mountains have been left far behind, the hills are slowly disappearing, the soil under his feet is getting softer and softer, Wu Yi walked forward cautiously, his divine sense spread, and he sensed that the monk chasing behind him had fallen far away, and he stopped to rest and wait.

I don't plan to take out the skis for the time being, if you startle the snakes, as long as one of the four people doesn't follow, it will be a big hidden danger, and the skis will give them a big surprise.

Wild geese and wild ducks were clearly visible in front of him for several miles, approaching the edge of the swamp, he began to speed up, and the monks behind him no longer concealed their figures, and the four of them approached Wu Yi in a line side by side. At great speed, the swamp would sink much less into the body, and the excitement of the prey being caught concealed the uneasiness of the swamp trap, and the four monks who kept chasing thought that it was a big deal to trap together, so they launched with all their might, no longer kept, and the distance was rapidly closer.

Wu Yi took out a Mithril panel several feet in a radius and threw it forward, the Mithril plate spun, and landed steadily in the swamp that had become silt five hundred meters in front of him, Wu Yi exerted all his strength, his feet ran and slipped in the mud, and he ran to the side of the Mithril plate, and his whole body kept sinking, and he quickly grabbed the edge of the Mithril plate, and under the force, the whole body turned up and lay on the Mithril plate, gasping for breath.

Running so far, he is a little out of strength.

The fine and dense texture in the body began to slowly become relaxed, and without the nourishment and blessing of spiritual power, the strength of the physical body continued to decline. In the Xiuzhen world, Barrett's body is hard-to-sme, and it is estimated that he can only block swords and guns in this world, and if he falls into the rain of swords, guns and arrows in the chaos, it is estimated that it will be difficult to get out of the whole body.

The Mithril plate was as stable as Mount Tai in the swamp for the time being, and Wu Yi, who was out of danger, had time to pay attention to the pursuers behind him. At this glance, the four monks with different shapes after falling into the swamp immediately made him laugh.

The monk closest to him was the man with the nine-story iron tower of condensation, a few miles away, posing like a seedling-planting shape, probably sagging, and he was stunned for a while;

In the distance, the two monks who had just cultivated the fourth layer of condensation were the most unbearable, their limbs writhing in the muddy water like crayfish in a pot of oil, their faces were covered with mud, their mouths and noses were choking, and they were screaming and screaming, and in less than ten breaths, their bodies sank into the mud and the top of the mud, and the swamp ground gurgled and bubbled.

The monk has entered the middle stage of condensation, and a small world of self-circulation has been formed in his body, the so-called fetal breath is no need to breathe, and the so-called Bigu is no need to eat, but that is in the four real worlds, there is the nourishment of spiritual power (dark energy), in this three-dimensional soulless space, suffocation and hunger are equally deadly, it is nothing more than a little stronger than the physical body, and it takes several times more time than ordinary people.

Seeing that the situation was critical, the big man of the iron tower raised his arms high, and then fell heavily, "Bang"! Like a cannonball falling into the swamp, stirring up the silt in the sky, with the help of the power of slapping the swamp mud, he struggled to leap out of the swamp, jumped several feet high, and fell in a parabolic direction towards the Mithril plate where Wu Yi was, the azimuth distance was accurate, and the speed was extremely fast!

Wu Yi took back the Mithril board with his divine sense and put it into the storage ring, unhurriedly took out the elaborate Adamantite skis, and then took out two slender dark iron crutches, slid away from the distance, and began to practice the long-abandoned skiing skills.

The tower monk fell like a cannonball, transformed into a ground-drilling cluster warhead, and smashed into the swamp, splashing a large field of mud, and disappeared in an instant.

After three breaths, the calm mud surface of the swamp was like boiling water, tumbling endlessly, and the monks in the later stages of the condensate were physically strong and vigorous, burrowing around the mud like earthworms, dying in vain.

Putting away the skis, Wu Yi took out the smooth Mithril panel, sat on it, and quietly waited for the desperate monk to fight back. After waiting for four hours, I was sure that the four people who had been buried in the mud and didn't know how deep they were dead, so I set off, planning to go to Yangguan City, which was more than a thousand miles away, to inquire about the news.