"Dear Mr. Magician, the road to the Blood River in Shashan has not been very stable recently. Of course, you're a powerful magician and won't be afraid of the damn sand thieves, but you'll have too few people with you, so be careful along the way. The guard said, he was only responsible for reminding the people who went to the Sand Mountain Blood River.

Fortunately, those who can go there are all strong people, not like ordinary business travelers. He only needs to remind him, and there is no need to stop these proud powerhouses.

Feleg nodded, and the Twin Peaks moved forward, accustomed to riding the Hurricane, and although the Twin Peaks had a saddle, Feleg still felt uncomfortable.

After walking some way, Fred caught up and said, "It seems that you have to be careful along the way." ”

"Why? It's just sand pirates...... Oh, I see. Feleg found that his reflection was much stronger than that of ordinary people, but in front of the great sage, he was always half a beat slower.

This section of the road to the Sand Mountain Blood River is the most dangerous road in the Loulan Empire, not to mention the war, the people who can survive on this road alone cannot be ordinary sand thieves. And who are the people who go to the Sand Mountain Blood River? They are all strong people, which shows that the strength of this sand thief is very good.

Even so, Feleg didn't take it to heart. Among the four people in the group, except for Fred, three people have extraordinary abilities, Ben's melee ability is weak, but the nine-armed bow is powerful, and in the entire Eastern Continent, the number of people who can use the nine-armed bow freely may be less than the number of martial gods. The defense ability is average, but the attack power is top-notch.

The winds are getting stronger, and the storms in the desert are completely different from those in the Far North. The worst storms in the Far North are cold, and here is sand. In the roar of the wind, the grains of sand slammed into everything at a very high speed. Feleg had to change into ink armor, and with it, he didn't need to use a magic shield to move normally.

The compass in his hand was bought in the Desert Pearl, and it was one of the necessary tools to go to the Sand Mountain Blood River. It's only been three days since I came out of the desert pearl, and the storm is getting stronger and stronger, and it's hard to walk, and that's nothing. The yellow sand flying all over the sky covers the sky and the sun, and if there is no compass, even the direction cannot be distinguished. Ten meters away, there was no human figure in sight.

All Twin Peaks are connected by two thick cords to prevent them from getting lost. The man rode on a war horse, and a cord was tied around his waist, which was connected to each other.

"Hell in the weather, there will be sand thieves here, too?" At night, the wind and sand are still blowing, and the temperature drops sharply, although it is not as good as in the far north, but it can also drip into ice. If you don't have a space ring, the things that you rely on the war horse are far from enough.

It takes fifteen days to walk normally, and there is no place to resupply there, so it is necessary to bring enough food and water for thirty days of round-trip. Considering that it is possible to stay there for a few days in the blood pool, as well as the war horses that are blown away by the wind and sand, prepare two percent more. There are a lot of things that need to be bringed, and with these war horses, there is no way to bring them all.

"Who knows, the people of Loulan are different from us, they have lived here since a long time ago. Fred replied. There were no trees in the desert, there was no way to make a fire, and the temperature inside the tent was not much warmer than outside. Fortunately, everyone had several animal skins, and after a trip to the far north, the temperature was not very hard for even Fred.

Fifteen days passed quickly, and there were no encounters with the sand thieves the guards said along the way. The sand mountain can already be seen from a distance, and as for the blood river, it is too narrow and the terrain is low, so it cannot be seen for the time being.

"Where do we go first?" Fred asked.

"Go to the Sand Mountain Blood River. Feleg thought for a while and said, over there in the blood pool, I don't know what will happen yet, so it's not bad to go and improve my cultivation first.

Feleg has reached the top of the mid-level mage, and if he can become a mage, it represents the true power of a mage. After becoming a Magister, Feleg was hardly afraid of any Martial Saint.

Generally speaking, when an intermediate magister faces a third- or fourth-level martial saint, although he can't defeat it, he won't be defeated, but a junior magister can't. Feleg's situation is different, not to mention anything else, just the magic shadow technique, anyone who has not seen it will be surprised, and this kind of magic is not only a surprising problem, it is also very practical, it can reach a speed that is not much worse than that of the martial saint, and it is extremely useful in actual combat.

Sand mountains are very ordinary, such sand dunes can be seen everywhere in the desert. The slight difference is that from the top of the mountain, there is a slow sand sliding down, the speed is very slow, and the number is not much, and as the sand falls, you can hear a gentle whimper, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

The river of blood flows from the foot of the sand mountain, very narrow, you can cross it in one step, and the river is really as red as blood as the legend, and there is a pungent smell, much lighter than the real smell of blood, but it is very similar. If you hadn't heard the legend, Feleg would have really thought that this was a river full of blood.

Within a radius of ten kilometers of the Sand Mountain Blood River, the weather is clear, it is said that this is the case all year round, in the desert, but there is never a storm and dust.

"Let's go, go up the mountain, we'll listen to the ghosts. Feleg looked at the low sand mountain and said, he didn't have time to come here to see the scenery, after improving his cultivation here, he wanted to see the blood river.

"Okay, but I'll leave a distance first, the ghost of the sand mountain is very special, as long as you leave a hundred meters around the sand mountain, the ghost sound will no longer be harsh. Fred said, he didn't want to hear the ghost.

Feleg was the first to climb the sand mountain. The sand mountain is not high, but it is very difficult to climb up, the sand is very soft, and the feet are not strenuous. When you reach the top of the mountain and look down, the river of blood turns into a blood line. Looking further away, the weather was gray, especially in the lower reaches of the Blood River, and it could be seen that a sandstorm was constantly circling there.

Fred had already run more than two hundred meters away with his warhorse, and was waving his hand to show that he was ready. Feleg sat on the top of the sand hill with his hands straining and his body sliding down.

"Woo ......" As the body fell, the entire sand mountain began to chirp. The sound was really like a ghost crying and howling, piercing into people's ears, as if they had been pricked by needles, and the four sensations of soreness and itching spread throughout the body at the same time. Feleg shook all over, barely able to control his balance. Even if he had been prepared, he didn't expect that the ghost sound would be so exciting, which could no longer be described as unpleasant.

Settle down and look at the river of blood below. Sure enough, as the legend says, the river of blood boiled, and the river began to gush upwards, not in one place, but in countless places at the same time.

When it slipped halfway, the ghost sound seemed to be much smaller, but Feleg knew that the ghost sound was actually not small, and the ghost sound was more of a direct sound in people's hearts, rather than an external sound. Even if others heard it, the voice would be different, and as for why he had such a perception, Feleg couldn't tell as if he should have known.

The magic in his body began to riot, and the magic that was usually as obedient as his fingers began to run around, making Feleg feel very uncomfortable. The magic seed lit up in his body, and it grew brighter and brighter......

Sliding to the bottom of the mountain, Feleg stayed for a while before he reacted, the ghost sound did not decrease, but Feleg felt that he did not feel as much as he kept tapping his heart like just now, and felt much better.

Looking up, Maya had already slipped a little half, which the three of them had already agreed, and kept sliding down in order, who couldn't support it, and left immediately and gathered at Fred's.

This is a common method used by people who come to the Blood River of Sand Mountain to improve their cultivation, and they can continue to impact the Sand Mountain until it is full of an hour, so that a blood bead will be produced in the Blood River, and the cultivation of the treasure will be correct.

Feleg continued to climb up the mountain, this time it was even more difficult, the harsh ghost sound never stopped, although it was not as sad as when he was sliding down, but it became very hard to climb up while listening to the ghost sound.

By the time he reached the top of the sand mountain, Ben had already begun to slide down, and Maya had just come to her senses and began to climb upward.

The three of them slipped back and forth again and again, each time it took about ten minutes, and after the second sliding, Ben couldn't hold on, fell to the bottom of the mountain, stayed for two minutes, and ran to Fred's side, she only lasted ten minutes.

Thirty minutes later, Maya couldn't hold on any longer, and ran to Fred. Only Feleg continued, and since he was alone, he was much better when he climbed the mountain, at least there was no ghost noise.

But it doesn't mean that Feleg will be much more comfortable, and the ghost sound is intermittent, and it has become another kind of torture. The magic in his body, like a boiling pot, twisted all the organs in his body into a ball, and the boundless pain made Feleg numb, his mind began to be confused, and the scene in front of him became illusory.

"Persistence...... I'm going to keep ......" Feleg kept motivating himself softly, and his movements became slower and slower.

An hour of ghost sound refers to the time that the voice rings in the bottom of the heart, rather than listening to the voice of others. It took about five minutes to slide down from the top of the sandy mountain, and it took an hour to slide twelve times, and Feleg had long since lost count of how many times he had climbed to the top.

This time it seemed to be different, Feleg felt that his mind was much clearer, and many things inherited from the Holy Monument seemed to be clearer, but he still couldn't see it really.

The butt landed in the sand below the sand mountain, and Feleg could clearly feel that these were two completely different sands. The magic in his body exploded, and the heavens and the earth changed color. Countless magic seeds swelled infinitely in an instant, and then shrank inward, and in the blink of an eye, Feleg felt that the magic power in his body was empty, as if it had completely disappeared.

"My magic?" Feleg waved his right hand, and a fireball with a diameter of more than twenty centimeters appeared in his hand.

"It's still there, but why can't I feel it?" Feleg casually shot out the fireball, but still couldn't feel the slightest bit of magic in his body.

Taking out an elemental crystal, Feleg sat on the sand, entered meditation, the elements in the crystal were frantically absorbed by the body, and the speed was dozens of times faster than the original, but in Feleg's feeling, these elements were far from enough, and the body was like a bottomless pit, constantly devouring the elements in the elemental crystal.

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