Nanba was dumbfounded, watched Guan Mingyu grab this master of mind with the same name as himself, and then said with a smile that he was destined.

"I ...... It's so fate......"

Silently glancing at the old man who was arrested, Nan Batian rationally suppressed all the complicated thoughts, smiled and nodded at Guan Mingyu, walked in and picked up the useful ones.

As for the old man's anger, let him go.

He can see that this person is probably also a top genius among the top family sects, and he has even cast his body in Xuanguang, and has reached the realm of knowing his fate and knowing yin and yang, otherwise it is impossible for the old man to have no resistance even if he has peerless magical powers.

With such a genius, no one dares to judge how far he can grow. If you can't be sure that you will be killed with a stick, you can only back down.

After packing up a lot of miscellaneous things, Nan Batian's tone was much more respectful: "Brother Fu, it's time to go." ”

"There is very little water in the Burial Desert, but I know of a few sources of water that can be drunk. However, after entering the middle level, only one water source described on the map is available. ”

"Of course, if Brother Fu is not afraid of the loss of spiritual power, he can also call for wind and rain by himself. ”

In the Burial God Desert, the spiritual power has to fight against the bloodthirsty and crazy qi between heaven and earth all the time, and the air contains blood clouds and stars that can corrode the flesh and blood meridians.

Every time it is used, the Knowing Destiny Grandmaster consumes most of his spiritual power, and if he wants to recover his spiritual power in the Burial God Desert, it is not as good as the outside world, and the recovery speed of the Knowing Destiny Grandmaster is only comparable to the spiritual power consumption.

"It doesn't matter, just lead the way. ”

Then he chuckled and looked to the side, the sword light in his hand flashed, and a golden light descended like thunder, rushing into the sea of sand in the distance.

A scream came, and Guan Mingyu said coldly: "Jumping clown, follow up, this is what you are waiting for." ”

"Let's go, big boss, it's time to enter. ”

After speaking, he took the lead in stepping forward, ignoring the meticulous work of the various factions following behind him, ignoring the dangerous place that devoured countless lives, and vividly showing the arrogance of a righteous genius.

Nan Batian shook his head, following this kind of supreme genius into the Burial God Desert is much more dangerous than following the Knowing Sect Master.

Because most of these geniuses think very highly of themselves, thinking that they have everything by virtue of cultivating the secret method, they usually prepare hastily. Encountering danger is their experience, and encountering ruins is their chance, and they are more motivated than the old and decrepit.

But under the Jedi, there are not a few who die.

However, the income given by this kind of genius is very high, and the one in front of him offered an ice jade life pill, which is one of the best pills to break through the realm and know his fate, and smashed it on his heart, so that he had to come and go.

"Without even reminding him, he killed the secret son sent by several major forces, which is really decisive and full of confidence. ”

"I just hope this one can be a little more restrained. This should not be an ordinary genius, he broke through the realm at a young age, and he must be the star of hope of the sect family. If something really happens, I hope his sect family won't involve me. ”

Then he took a step and followed Guan Mingyu into the Burial God Desert.

As for the two horses, they can only be stored in Chama Town. No one dared to bring two horses into the Burial God Desert, cultivators could resist the erosion of blood clouds, but horses couldn't, not even black horses that traveled eight thousand miles a day.

Standing in front of the line at the junction of yellow sand and black clouds, Guan Mingyu carefully realized it and took the first step forward.

There is no clear boundary between the blood line, but from this line, there is no longer the slightest life on the ground, and the original pure yellow sand sea seems to have lost all life on this line, as if the entire desert is dead.

Yes, it's the feeling that the desert is dead, and there is no more life in the sand.

The moment he stepped into this step, a faint devouring power came, and even Guan Mingyu's realm was no exception, devouring his life force.

Guan Mingyu, who had cultivated the origin of Sendai and had experienced the power of Sendai countless times, was more familiar with vitality than most of the true people of the primordial gods, and could even vaguely perceive the whereabouts of the vitality and point to the very center of the Burial God Desert.

And in the entrance of the eyebrows, there is a trace of murderous madness that is almost impossible at this stage, although it is weak, but it can barely affect ordinary Fortune Knowing Grandmasters.

However, with Guan Mingyu's realm, even if he doesn't use spiritual power to protect his body, he still has the cultivation of the third level of law in his body, ignoring these external forces. Only then did he turn his head to look at Nan Batian beside him, only to see that at this time, this person was already much more cautious, and his shoulders were covered with two yellow beast shells, exuding a hazy light.

"Let Brother Fu laugh, the small utensils passed down by the master are of little use, but they are good in this burial desert. ”

He chuckled, and the two of them began to walk briskly in the desert.

"What kind of beast shell is this?

"I don't dare to give advice, and there is nothing inconvenient, this is the refining of the evil gods in the Burial God Desert killed by the ancestor of the Shimen, which can isolate most of the breath of the Burial God Desert, and it is also the basis for my mind to ignore most dangers and enter the desert many times. ”

He sighed: "After the fall of the ancestor, no one in my clan can kill the evil gods. Back then, after the patriarch killed a demon god, he refined it into eighteen pairs, and now there are only three pairs left. In another hundred years, maybe you will have to borrow it from the same door. ”

As he spoke, his eyes looked at Guan Mingyu cautiously, as if he was interrogating the attraction of this beast shell to Guan Mingyu.

This beast shell is of great use to those below the knowledge of fate, but it is a little less attractive to the above than the knowledge of the fate, and it is even more useless to oneself. With his realm, of course, he could understand Nan Batian's mentality at this time.

He shook his head and smiled: "I have also heard the god of evil this thing mentioned by the same sect, it is said that the blood evil here is condensed, and every end has the level of a great grandmaster." They rely on the terrain and can absorb the bloody evil qi in the desert to recover automatically, and they can't even kill them after killing a few times, which is not comparable to ordinary great grandmasters. ”

"The predecessors of your sect can kill this kind of evil god, it is really extraordinary, and it can also be ranked in the top ten on the heavenly list. ”

"Let's go, where I'm going, I don't know where it is, so I can only ask the big boss to take me for more walks. ”

Nan Batian relaxed a little, nodded towards Guan Mingyu and said, "Brother Fu, do you know the general terrain? Although the Burial God Desert is much smaller than the border wilderness like Naozhou, it is also 30,000 miles long, which is larger than the five most prosperous coastal states in Middle-earth combined. If you want to find it one place at a time, it will be impossible to find it all in a year. ”

Guan Mingyu pondered for a while before shaking his head: "There is no terrain, only tornadoes and endless white bones. ”

"Bone Wasteland!" Nan Batian exclaimed, his face frightened.

"White Bone Wasteland?" Guan Mingyu came back to his senses, "There is also a record in the sect that the White Bone Wasteland is in the center of the Burial God Desert, with a radius of thousands of miles, and there is nothing but dead silence. ”

"Brother Fu, what you said is the old yellow calendar. ”

Nanba Tian shook his head at Guan Mingyu: "Brother Fu, there are many masters in your great family, and there are even Yuan God Ancestors holding immortal weapons who dare to directly enter the inner layer of the Burial God Desert. But I probably also know that the Heavenly Seal came three thousand years ago, and I am afraid that no ancestor from your sect will enter the inner layer of the Burial God Desert. ”

Guan Mingyu's face flushed slightly, the last ancestor to enter the center of the Burial God Desert was Jiang Wanqiu, and it had been a full fifteen hundred years. She was a Taoist primordial god 1,600 years ago, and she was only active in the human world for 200 years before entering the cave world, until she came out with Chen Li ten years ago.

"The big boss is right, there has been news from the sect that no ancestor has entered the inner layer in three thousand years. ”

He didn't say that Jiang Wanqiu had been there, and in ancient times, there were very few people who preached the Yuan Shen. If you say fifteen hundred years ago, it would be easy to compress the scope to these few fish and dragon roads.

"Well, it's not that long. About ten years ago, word came from inside the door that there was an abnormality in the inner layer. Later, the Great Elder invited the magic weapon to go once, and when he came back, he was seriously injured, and it took several years for the Great Elder's cultivation to be completed, and it was only last year that he fully recovered. ”

"But according to the Great Elder, the White Bone Wasteland and other dangerous places have revived, but the rest of the inner layer is not there. If I only enter the inner layer, as long as Brother Fu can protect me, I can think of a way. But the White Bone Wasteland, Brother Fu forgive me, I really can't do anything. ”

As they spoke, the two of them had traveled hundreds of miles. The outer layer of the desert is suppressed very little, and the consumption of innate supernatural powers is also small, so naturally there is no obstacle all the way. But the more you go to the inner layer, the greater the suppression, and the more afraid the consumption, and then you can only slow down.

"Which of the six families of the burial gods is your family?"

"It seems that Brother Fu also knows about the Sect, which is the Shangyang Gate among the six families of the Burial God. ”

The six families of the burial gods belong to the sect of the hidden family, and there are great masters in the past dynasties who hold immortal weapons. But there is no Taoist inheritance, and the strength is similar to that of the top three in Panzhou, and even the sense of existence is even weaker. Because these six families are said to be opened in the Burial God Desert, they are regarded as local earth overlords.

After the return of the Yuan Shen, these sects that did not have powerful real people were honest, which was also one of the reasons why Guan Mingyu played the righteous path Tianjiao directly killed the fine man.

If in the past, the six families of the Burial God were backed by the Burial God Desert, even the descendants of the top sects would kill them if they said they would kill them, and no one would be able to do anything to them if they were killed. But now, maybe a fairy weapon will fly from the sky, and even the Burial God Desert can't stop it.

"It just so happens that since the big boss is born in Yangmen, Fu will go with the big boss first. If it doesn't work, then go to your six families. ”

"In any case, we have to find him in three months. ”

After speaking, he lifted his breath and took the lead towards the inner layer of the desert.

The time left for myself is only three months, or even less than three months. The power is completely free from oppression, maybe in the next moment.

Nan Batian shook his head, sighed and followed.

——————

At the junction of the middle and inner layers of the Burial God Desert, under a sand dune that emitted blood-colored light, more than twenty figures streamed out from the faintly exposed portal and stepped into the desert.

"The heavens have appeared, and we are finally going to go back to the world. ”

In front of everyone, an old man sighed, sad and old, and his voice spread far away.

"Ancestor, why don't you invite the Middle-earth Holy Land Dynasty to suppress the desert rebellion?"

"This is my destiny to wait. The six families of the burial gods were all born because of this desert, and naturally they should also die for this desert. Cause and effect are entangled, unless there is a saint who cuts off cause and effect for us, and there is no escape. ”

"What's more, only when we obtain that thing can we hope to retrograde and become immortals and forge Sendai. ”

He looked in the other five directions, and his gaze, which was no weaker than him, converged at the same time, and a low voice came: "Divine blood." ”