Zheng Yi played very slippery, flying into the starry sky and directly casting [Eyes of the Gods], there was nothing wrong with it.

The countless stars and dark stars in the starry sky instantly became the eyes of the gods, conveying the ultimate privacy of the universe in their eyes. However, their eyes are too difficult to comprehend, and at the same time they are seductive. Even at the advanced level of Sequence 2, Zheng Yi almost couldn't resist the temptation and rushed into the bright starry sky.

When Zheng Yi realized this, he hurriedly interrupted the spell casting and descended back to the earth, almost exhausted his spiritual power. The few bottles of "Coke" that had just been saved were not left. He poured three large blue bottles, as if pouring water into the desert, and it was sucked clean in an instant.

It wasn't until the fourth bottle that the rate of mental power consumption slowly decreased.

Zheng Yi had a splitting headache and opened another bottle.

The bottle of mana restorative dropped to half, and finally began to slowly rise. After more than 300 milliliters, Zheng Yi's headache subsided and recovered to a tolerable level.

According to the experience of the past few days, only a balance of more than 500 milliliters is enough for a day's normal mental consumption. If you can accumulate one liter, that is, a thousand milliliters, you can be energetic and energetic.

After experiencing this death, Zheng Yi decided to recall the "eyes" he obtained.

Tragic!

The gods didn't mind which direction Zheng Yi should go, and the content of their communication was the sinking of the earth, the collapse of the world, the destruction of civilization, war and peace...... Nothing can help Zheng Yi get out of the trap of being trapped in the desert.

Zheng Yi returned to square one.

In the same situation as when he had just returned from Annu-Tassamet, the only change was that he had drunk half of his stock, and his mental strength was a little less.

Zheng Yi lowered his head and reflected for five seconds: he was like a rich man, lacking awe and understanding of skills. The knowledge in the brain is so vast that without in-depth research and careful experimentation, high-level skills are rashly used...... If you don't die, you won't die.

He raised his head and decided to face the world with a more positive attitude, find a safe and comfortable place, and dig deep into his strength.

First, throw a shoe and decide which direction to go.

The boot spun in the air and landed on the sand not far away.

The toe of the toe was stuck in the sand, and there was no direction.

Zheng Yi smiled: This little thing, throw it again!

Suddenly, the sand under the boots began to flow......

Quicksand!

Zheng Yi hurriedly jumped back, for fear of falling into the range of quicksand.

Luckily, the quicksand just engulfed the lonely boot, and then calmed down.

Zheng Yi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned his back to the quicksand, and took off his other boot.

Fly you!

The boots spun and flew into the sky, quickly falling.

Zheng Yi stood on the hot sand for two seconds, and was about to walk over, when he saw the sand under his boots tremble again.

Quicksand again?

Zheng Yi was stunned.

What is this?

Quicksand physique?

Is the passive skill summoning quicksand?

……

The quicksand underneath the shoes suddenly shot into the sky in reverse.

Cockroach-like insects burst out from under the sand and swallowed their boots along with the gravel.

Zheng Yi rubbed his face and raised a middle finger at the sky. He now believed that the world was mostly made up of gods — perhaps people who were higher than himself — making vulgar jokes.

The cockroach that swallowed the boot was two meters long, six-legged, and covered in a layer of pitch-black chitin that glistened in the sun. Its mouthparts turned outward, like three rows of grinding wheels, and from time to time it shed strands of gravel. It quickly turned its head to Zheng Yi with its keen perception.

Zheng Yi looked at the dotted spirits in his field of vision, thinking about how many sequences this thing was. In terms of the effect of genes on the soul body, it is clearly an ordinary insect, well, an ordinary ordinary insect. But in terms of size, Zheng Yi instinctively felt that this thing would not be weaker than a tiger.

If an insect grows to the size of a mammal, what mammal can stuff it between its teeth?

For a full five seconds, there was no interaction between one worm and one person.

Zheng Yi was exposed to the scorching sun, and the sweat had evaporated before it could condense on his skin. He knew he couldn't afford it. Kill the cockroach and his journey really begins.

[Spiritual Whipping!] 】

An invisible wave shot out from between Zheng Yi's eyebrows and into the cockroach's brain.

This large cockroach has no vocal organs, and after being attacked, it jumps silently and rolls over and does not move.

In the spiritual vision, the scattered spirits quickly dissipated.

It's dead.

Zheng Yi covered his face in embarrassment, how could he be stupid enough to confront a bug?

I'm Sequence 2!

exuding a little bit of rank breath, it is enough to crush the audience!

The other party is just an insect with an empty body and a spirit body that is not even sound!

What distressed Zheng Yi the most was that the spiritual whipping used six hundred milliliters of reserve blue.

This skill was learned in Sequence 5, which is the same level as [Sacred Fire]. Sacred Fire has a damage bonus to Necromancy and Dark Energy Bodies, and Psychic Lash can only attack creatures that have a spiritual reaction.

Of course, sacred fire can also attack living creatures, but except for humans, other animals only have instincts, and there are no value judgments such as good and evil, good and evil, so the lethality is far less than that of spiritual whipping.

Zheng Yi took out a bottle of big blue again and poured it into his mouth.

He recalls that when he first crossed, he was in the endless desert, but that time he didn't go far before he encountered a convoy and was taken into slavery by the Black Hand Legion.

At that time, he also had a panic in his heart. In the case of language barriers, it is not much less difficult to survive in the hands of fierce black hand soldiers than to survive in the desert.

Looking at the overturned corpse, and the quicksand pit that engulfed the boots—it should have been a hollow dug by the desert cockroach, not the real quicksand—Zheng Yi walked over, grabbed one of the desert cockroach's legs, and pulled it to the pit with great difficulty, making a shelter for the sun.

In any case, you can't travel without protection, as it will only exhaust your physical strength and eventually die of dehydration.

This is what Zheng Yi heard from Ah Kun, and at that time he just silently expressed his admiration.

Zheng Yi curled up in the shadow of the cockroach, concentrating and calming down, reducing all consumption, reducing the evaporation of water in his breath, and waiting for the night to fall.

The air cooled and there was a faint humming sound.

……

……

Boom Boom!

"Colonel, I saw a cockroach, it looks like it's dead!" The childish voice shouted at the roar of the motor.

Sitting in the cockpit, the old man pulled out his eyepieces. This old-fashioned sand bike has no windows and is driven by staring at the terrain radar. If you want to look outside, either in the observation cabin or with an outward viewing eyepiece.

The old man looked at the eyepiece for a moment and confirmed, "You're right, private, it's a dead cockroach. ”

The boy waved his weak arm: "Colonel, are we going to capture it!" ”

The old man gritted his teeth and said slowly, "It looks like it's not long since he died...... Well, there's a guy hiding down there. Tsk, little slippery head, do you think I'm going to be fooled? ”

The boy hung upside down from the observation cabin near the roof of the car, his head next to his grandfather's full white hair: "Colonel, do you want to enter combat mode?" ”

The old man turned the joystick, and the sand cart circled the cockroach. He whispered, "He doesn't seem to have a weapon, he doesn't seem to have anything, tsk, how did he kill that cockroach?" ”

"Gene Warrior!" The young man shouted: "He must be a transcendent being, pointing with his fingers:" He lowered his voice and slowed down: "I give you death...... So the cockroach died! After saying the five dark, cruel and powerful words, his voice jumped again.

The old man didn't take it to heart.

The sand cockroach does not have any damage to its body and should have died of natural causes.

He saw the young man under the cockroach running towards him, waving his arms, clearly calling for help.