After a short fight between Mo Yan and the Blood-clothed Prince, he found that his Demon Slaying Sword had been scrapped, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

"Boy, are you scared?" Sensing the slight change in Mo Yan's face, the blood-clothed prince said in a dark voice: "It's a pity that even if you beg me for mercy now, it's useless, today, you will definitely die." ”

"Where did you get so much nonsense?" Mo Yan impatiently pointed at the sand bandits surrounding him, "If it weren't for these people being here and causing me psychological pressure, how could you, the 'one-armed man', be my opponent?"

"What are you talking about?" The blood-clothed prince had green eyes, he had seen shameless, but he had never seen Mo Yan so shameless, he couldn't beat it, and he still relied on the onlookers, but in order to convince Mo Yan's defeat, he raised his left hand and waved it gently, and the sand bandits surrounding Mo Yan suddenly dispersed like a tide, and retreated five hundred meters.

"Now, you don't have much to say, do you?" the Blood-Clad Prince sneered.

"In that case, what's the point of having a decent fight with you like a man?"

Ink Death pretended to move his hands and feet, and although the Blood-Clad Prince was full of disdain, he was actually secretly vigilant inside, he had seen Ink Death's performance in previous battles, and knew that this person was not easy to deal with, and if he was not careful, it was very likely that he would capsize in the gutter.

Who knew that just when he was waiting for the attack of Mo Yan, he found that this seemingly upright young man actually turned around, turned his head and ran, and ran fast, and the yellow sand kicked up by his feet was more than three meters high.

"Oops, I'm fooled! This kid is pretending to fight me to the death, because he wants to escape!"

The Blood-Clad Prince was shocked, didn't think much of it, and immediately chased after Mo Yan.

However, just as he caught up with Mo Yan and was about to capture this cunning young man, Mo Yan suddenly turned around, holding a handful of yellow sand in his palm at some point, and slammed it towards him, and was caught off guard, and actually threw it into his eyes.

"Haha, you've been fooled again!"

The sound of Mo Yan's successful treacherous laughter sounded in his ears, and the prince in blood knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly carried the aura to his eyes and forced Huang Sha out, but when he was finally able to open his eyes and see things, he found that a fist hit him quickly, slammed, and hit him on the head.

"Enma Fist!"

Mo Yan roared, and the strength in his fist was no less than ten thousand catties, and it erupted violently.

Just heard a bang, one of the heads of the blood-clothed prince exploded like a watermelon, red blood, white brains, burst out.

At this point, the dignified prince of the desert, the color change that everyone talks about, and the blood-clothed prince who can stop children crying at night, died in the hands of Mo Yan.

And this is no accident.

You must know that in order to kill the prince of blood, he repeatedly used tricks, first pretending, making the prince of blood think that he was going to fight to the death with him, and then when the prince of blood clothes was waiting for him, he suddenly ran away, at this time, the prince of blood clothes naturally thought that he had been fooled, and chased after him with all his might, but he didn't expect Mo Yan to turn back suddenly, throw a handful of yellow sand into his eyes, and then take advantage of his temporary inability to see, cast a thunderous blow.

This series of schemes can be described as a plan within a plan, a series of plans! It is impossible for people to parry at all.

No one expected that Mo Yan had no intention of running away at all, he had already quietly grabbed a handful of yellow sand in his hand at the very beginning, waiting for an opportunity to charm the eyes of the Blood-Clad Prince, so that his most powerful killer Enma Fist could work wonders.

But even so, the right hand of his Enma Fist was also severely damaged, dripping with blood, the skin was open, and even the white bones were faintly visible.

This is partly due to the fact that his current body is not yet able to withstand the operation of the spiritual power when casting the Enma Fist, and the other part is that the Blood-Clad Prince, with his powerful keen intuition, distributed part of the spiritual energy on the skull at the last moment, making one of his heads hard like an iron ball, blocking most of the Enma Fist's attacks.

If it weren't for the power of the Enma Fist, Mo Yan would not have been able to kill the Blood-Cloaked Prince.

Reaching out and turning over the corpse of the Bloody Prince, he found a palm-sized pocket, and without looking at it, he stuffed it into his arms.

It's not that he doesn't want to check his loot, it's that the sand bandits who have withdrawn five hundred meters away have already found out that something has happened to their boss and is rushing towards him.

"Now that I've lost my Demon Slashing Sword, and my palm is injured, I don't want to get entangled with these guys. ”

Although Mo Yan is not afraid of these sand bandits, firstly, he is not in a good state now, and his strength is greatly reduced, and secondly, there is no guarantee that Nahe Yongnian will come to look for the Bloody Prince, in case he is touched by this person, I am afraid that he will not have such good luck.

Randomly chose a direction, he pulled his legs and ran, in this boundless desert, he couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, but in short, get rid of these sand bandits first.

The sun is scorching.

Soon, Mo Yan realized that he seemed to be a little reckless.

In this scorching desert, except for the hot sand, there was the hot sun, and he was very unfortunate to feel thirsty, and the water source he carried was lost as early as the fight, and now he could be described as having a dry mouth, and a layer of blisters on his lips, and now even if he wanted to go back to the place where he had first set up camp, he could not find his way back.

The footprints left behind, as soon as they were blown by the wind, were buried by the rolling yellow sand.

"What should I do? Am I going to die of thirst in this desert?"

The thought that he might become the first monk to die of thirst was a little funny.

"By the way, go to the Flame Gate, there is definitely a water source there, and the task issued by the sect was originally for us disciples to rescue the Flame Gate and clear the disaster. ”

With the memory of the geographical location of the Flame Gate in his mind, he walked towards the third largest sect in the Anping Kingdom.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's a moment, maybe it's 10,000 years.

Just when Mo Yan was dizzy and suspected that he would soon be roasted to death, he unexpectedly found an oasis.

That's right, it's an oasis, and it's so scary that you can't see the edge at a glance!

Inside a beautiful mountain and clear water, birds singing and flowers, verdant and green canyons, like a moat, full of 10,000 meters long, the dragon-like river can not see the end, whistling and rushing through, across the distance, he seems to be able to smell the majestic water vapor contained in it.

Yao grass paves the ground, strange and wonderful spray Fang, even on the cliff, there are colorful phoenixes singing, on the cliff, there are unicorns lying alone, among the woods, the spirit ape offers fruits, in mid-air, the cranes soar, it is really a grand scene in the fairy, a paradise, not the scenery that can be had in the world.

Suddenly seeing such a beautiful scene, Mo Yan was not intoxicated, but was startled, and his thirst decreased a lot.

"Strange, I haven't heard that there is an oasis in the Burning Sun Desert, and this doesn't look like an ordinary oasis, it's about the fairy world, right?

Mo Yan frowned, and slowly approached this strange oasis, but did not immediately go deeper, but reached out and plucked a fruit from a jade-like sacred tree in the edge area, this fruit was verdant, as if carved out of jasper, exuding a faint treasure light, and an alluring fragrance, which made people salivate.

His throat rolled, and he took the fruit to his mouth, as if he wanted to take a bite.

Mo Yan was indeed thirsty, although he knew that this oasis was very strange, and the food that grew in it might contain poison, and he would die if he ate it, but his hands and feet did not obey the call, as if the whole person's spiritual will was secretly controlled by a mysterious force!

"Don't eat it!"

Just as he was about to take a bite of the green fruit, a crisp, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, the pleasant sound of the yellow warbler out of the valley suddenly sounded, and it came from the oasis.

"Who?"

Mo Yan was shocked at this moment, and even broke out in a cold sweat, he never expected that there were other people hidden in this oasis.

However, even if he shouted a few words, no sound came from the oasis, and the beautiful voice just now seemed to be just his illusion.

"No, it's definitely not my delusion, there's definitely someone inside!"

For some reason, there was a strong surge of such belief in Mo Yan's heart, and this belief drove him towards this strange oasis.

"It's good to go and take a look, anyway, that voice just now doesn't seem to have any ill will towards me. ”

Stuffing the turquoise fruit into his arms, Mo Yan raised his legs and walked into this strange oasis.