And he was teleported to a teleportation point outside the intended target, obviously someone did it, if he chose to give up the operation mission, he could choose the northeast direction to escape relatively safely, and since then, the sea and the sky have been wide, but the phoenix spirit land has no way back, and there is no place in the alliance to break the secret contract.

He suddenly understood that this must be the handiwork of that Lan Xue, who had hinted at the possibility of such a choice, and that by choosing to leave the alliance, he naturally cut off contact with Teresa.

If you carry out the mission, you will die for a lifetime, and the chance of naturally returning to the Phoenix Spirit Land is also very small.

No matter what he chooses, Lan Xue and some people are winners.

I thought that Lao Tzu would shrink, return to the age of eighteen, and live one more day, Lao Tzu will earn.

Xia Chan raised his middle finger to the sky, laughed and swept all the way in the direction of the sandbank.

The sea of sand is extremely cold after nightfall, and after refining qi, the cold and heat will not invade, Xia Chan will naturally not be bothered by the cold, he seems to be in a daze as if he heard a hazy call from the surface of the water in the depths of the deep sea.

He struggled to wake up, but he couldn't control his body.

A clear tearing sound sounded, and in his misty vision, the tent was torn and blown away by some sharp weapon, and the starlight and emptiness in the sky instantly wrapped him.

There was also a mysterious and graceful female figure in his narrow field of vision, yes, she floated like a ghost, her eyes cold and merciless, like pity and mockery, and the corners of her lips appeared with indescribable mockery.

"Eighteen years ago, I pulled out your innate Dao body blood roots, and it was a blessing for you to survive, and it should have been your fate to live a lifetime, but the worm wants to turn the sky upside down, you are very smart, but there are too many smart people in the world. ”

Under the interweaving of anger and hatred, Xia Chan seemed to break free of something, and his voice could finally be opened: "I don't understand, I just want to walk my way quietly, why don't you let me go." ”

The ghostly woman's gaze was deep and searching, and she poked out her white jade-like right hand from her wide sleeve: "Don't you think it's a gift to let you die like a fool." ”

With her ethereal voice, endless black mist suddenly spread from her right hand, and Xia Chan spun around for a while, feeling that he was pinched in the palm of his hand by a huge claw made of a huge black smoke, and the claw was closing towards the palm of his hand little by little.

His heart was pounding and pounding at breakneck speed, no, no, no—

Ahhhhh————h

In the heart-rending howl, Xia Chan suddenly woke up from the tent with a sweaty head, he suddenly opened the tent, a faint black gauze mist was shrouding the surroundings, and there seemed to be something moving under the sand not far away.

No, it's not a dream, he still has a splitting headache, and the empty green sword is out of the sheath.

"You've finally woken up, you're in trouble. ”

After receiving Xiao Hai's exact hint, Xia Chan's heart finally settled down, and a little fluorescence fell on the dark sand, and the movements of the living creatures that were constantly overflowing under the sand pile were completely marked by Xiao Hai.

The mist was strange, and he immediately closed his nostrils to the pores of his body.

His spiritual sense also spread, and under the gravel two feet away, an unidentified object with a thick bowl mouth and a length of two or three meters was constantly shrinking and expanding.

Too careless, this thought flashed away, and a long sword light had already rushed up from his hand.

With the roar of the gangqi, the sand dune ground cracked and exploded, and a strange insect covered in hair follicle threads was blown out.

This monster had a blower-like mouth, spewing poisonous mist into the sky, and its body quickly sank into the sand, Xia Chan blew this guy out just to see what it looked like, and then the sword light turned into a gossamer to pick out the strange worm and slash it at the head again.

Without comparing the records in the action manual, Xia Chan knew what it was.

He still underestimated the danger of this trip, there is a high temperature enough to roast the earth during the day, frost at night, and the worst thing is that all kinds of desert poisonous insects and beasts are also active at night, such as poisonous scorpions, flying centipedes, flying snakes that come and go like the wind, and sand sea wolves and foxes that act like electricity and are good at group combat.

The Death Worm is one of the nightmares that even the Sandmen fear like a tiger, this thing lurks in the crypt during the day and haunts at night, and can spray hallucinogenic poisonous mist on its prey, and if you are not careful, you will die in your dreams without knowing it.

The weirdest thing is that this thing does not eat the body of the prey, but hunts the soul of the prey, which can be called the soul of the sand sea.

Hurrying during the day and camping and resting at night, Xia Chan's nerves have always maintained a high degree of tension, even if there is a Xiaohai warning, he is still repeatedly attacked by elusive death worms, if it weren't for his little Five Elements Gang Qi has a certain resistance to hallucinogenic poisonous mist, he is afraid that he will become one of the countless white bones that occasionally appear in the sand along the way.

After carrying another sandstorm, on the seventh day, he finally arrived at an oasis marked on the map.

The local aborigines are a kind of humanoid sand man who is very similar to humans, with a very long nose without a nose bridge, like a very thin vertical slit, with good anti-sand and dust organ characteristics, small squinting eyes, gray skin, and an average size of about 1.6 meters.

The oasis is about tens of thousands of square kilometers, with abundant water and grass, cattle and sheep grazing, and the locals also grow a staple food similar to cassava, which is barely self-sufficient.

There are about 1,000 people in the whole Shazhou tribe, and the local people mainly build stone houses and crypts, and rely on animal fur for clothing, and rely on camels and beasts for their movements.

Xia Chan, who was carrying a long sword and dressed as a dust-proof shirt, arrived, and immediately became a favorite of the locals, and all kinds of strange things such as gems, unknown animal bones, and meteorites tried to sell to him, most of the locals knew a simple human language, although the accent was very strong, but there was no problem with gestures to understand each other's meaning, and as the big periphery of the Longyan Valley, it was obvious that outsiders were not uncommon.

After figuring out that Xia Chan had no long objects, the sandman who was full of desire to trade was very disappointed, but after seeing Xia Chan take out a monster more than a meter long and full of red hair follicles out of thin air, he was full of enthusiasm again.

Xia Chan killed several insects that almost killed him on the way, and left the corpse with the intuition, and in the case of knowing nothing about the market, he exchanged a blue meteorite weighing more than ten catties with someone, and saw the other party smiling, and the people around him were jealous, so he knew that the deal was a big loss, and immediately gave up the few dead worms left in his hand.

He decided to stay in the tribe for two days to inquire about some information, and that night he stayed in a semi-open abandoned stone house provided by a passionate sandman herdsman, smelling the smell of cow dung bonfires in the cold night, and looking at the starry sky outside the stone gate under the little sparks, his soul was surprisingly peaceful.

"Xiaohai, what do you say, the entire oasis of this tribe is a grass?"

"This tribe enshrines a strange spirit, this strange spirit can purify the wild spirit, so that the oasis life is stable, this strange spirit has a developed root system, spread the entire oasis, all the grass and trees are part of this strange spirit. ”

"It sounds hard to understand, but with you as an alien, other aliens are nothing, is this alien spirit an evil god?"

"According to the definition of the human race, it is far from the level of the evil god, and it is a symbiotic relationship with the creatures of this tribe, count it as the ancestral spirit of the tribe, it seems to have discovered my ......"

Xia Chan, who was holding a sweet grass in his mouth and dangling his long legs, was so frightened that he almost jumped up when he heard Xiao Hai's words: "Found you?"

"He was very unresponsive and couldn't find me. ”

"That's good. ”

"I'm very interested in him, if I devour this ancestral spirit, my ability may be greatly improved. ”

"This, if it can be safe, I have no objection to you acting. Xia Chan thought for a while and said.

"If this ancestral spirit is destroyed, this tribe will be finished, so you won't object?"

Xia Chan snorted: "If you don't remind me, I shouldn't know, you said this, I think I need to think about it again." ”

"Based on your cautious morality, Xiaohai won't do this, and I might be able to kick him out. ”

Hearing this idea, Xia Chan was really interested: "Can you defeat him, this is the home of this ancestral spirit." ”

"He only has more than a thousand believers, prepare me for a few days, and his home field will become my home field. ”

Xia Chan approved Xiao Hai's idea, in such a place, he was isolated, and if Xiao Hai became stronger, it would undoubtedly increase the bargaining chip for him.

For the next few days, he pretended to be looking for a trade with the Sandman, and learned some facts.

The sandman loves and hates the death worm, this thing makes the ordinary sandman dare not leave the oasis too far, but the death worm is full of treasures, especially the soul crystal is the most cherished, the popular Wushisan of the sandman royal family is refined with this as the main material, and it is also rumored that outsiders are also competing for this medicinal material to refine a rare treasure medicine that can increase the cultivation of the soul.

In this way, this soul crystal has become a sky-high hard currency in the sea of sand, and one soul crystal can be exchanged for half a year's food and drink for an ordinary sandman's family.

This sandman tribe called Gray Worm only has dozens of carefully selected ancestral spirit warriors, who dare to go deep into the sand sea for limited activities after bringing the protection of the ancestral spirit, and after encountering death worms, they often have to pay the price of death and injury to occasionally reap the rewards.

Even if such valuable medicinal materials are obtained, because the small tribes do not have a complete apothecary lineage, they often have to go to the Great Oasis to trade.

The risks of long journeys in the Death Sand Sea are often not proportional to the benefits, so foreign races and traders are extremely popular with the Sandmen.

And the kind of treasure medicine that made Xia Chan interested in improving the divine soul, the people of the Gray Worm tribe said that they had only heard rumors, it is said that those big tribes in the Death Sand Sea have exceptionally powerful ancestral spirit warriors, and it is by taking these treasures that the divine soul has increased the upper limit of the ancestral spirit's power, and there are even ancestral spirit warriors who are comparable to foreign adventure powerhouses.

Xia Chan has reached a primitive foreign land like the Death Sand Sea, and only by obtaining high-value hard currency such as the Death Worm Soul Crystal can he meet the needs of acquisition and trading.

In addition to this unexpected harvest, Xia Chan also observed that the sandman would worship the ancestral spirit statue enshrined at home on time every morning and evening, the ancestral spirit statue of the Gray Worm tribe was a thousand-armed monster with arms all over his body, and there was also an ancestral spirit altar in the center of the tribe, and on the evening of the fourth day of his arrival in this tribe, it was just in time for a monthly sacrifice of the Gray Worm tribe.

More than 1,000 people from the entire tribe can almost come, according to the identity of the place far and near the altar, leaving only a passage to the altar, the scene is very solemn, no one made a sound, with the order of the elder of the sandman tribe, several cattle and sheep that were tied up were carried around the altar by the tribal warriors, one by one opened the bloody mouth, with the plasma pouring into the altar tadpole-like runes, a little spiritual light lit up.