This feeling of spinning the sky and accompanying spatial fluctuations made him somewhat familiar. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When I entered the blessed land of the cave, it seemed to be like this.

But this time, this feeling of shuttling through the void lasted for most of the day before stopping, and the distance was far greater than the last trip to the Cave Heaven and Blessed Land.

Although Dongfang Mo couldn't help himself, he tried his best to stabilize his body and didn't want to go with the flow.

Half a day later, just as his head was dizzy, a white light suddenly came from under him.

Looking down, it was the void that had been torn open a crack.

Dongfang Mo was just stunned for a moment, and rushed into the white light without hesitation.

At the moment of rushing into the white light, his expression changed suddenly, and he only felt a huge gravity coming from under his feet.

Dongfang Mo didn't have time to react at all, his body fell violently, and he only had time to turn his back down at the critical moment.

"Bang!"

The next breath slammed into the ground.

Suddenly, he felt as if the bones in his body were about to fall apart, and the severe pain made him grin his teeth.

So you have to use your mana and swim all over your body to relieve the pain.

However, in the next breath, his expression changed again.

It's just that if the mana in his body is imprisoned, he can't mobilize a trace at all.

"It's ......"

When Dongfang Mo was shocked in his heart, he kept trying, but the result was the same, the spiritual sea in his body was like a pool of stagnant water, without any fluctuations.

"Is it the reason for this place?"

He wasn't very human, and he thought of a possibility at once.

So he looked up and looked around.

It was then that he realized that this place was a blood-colored desert.

Looking around, I found that the desert was endless, and even the clouds in the sky were blood-colored.

The air was extremely dry, without the slightest aura.

Seeing this scene, his brows furrowed, but he didn't dare to really confirm his guess.

After moving his hands and feet, he found that his body was only in some pain, and the rest was fine. I can't help but secretly rejoice in my heart, fortunately this is a desert, otherwise I am afraid that if I fall, I am afraid that I will be seriously injured if I don't die.

Recalling the scene just now when he was sucked into the mouth of a giant bat, Dongfang Mo was still a little scared in his heart.

Finally killed that array of spirits, originally he didn't want to participate in the conspiracy of the blood clan, but now he can't help it.

I looked at myself red. The naked upper body shook his head a little helplessly, so he reached out and grabbed it, and was about to take out a new set of Taoist robes from the storage bag.

But in the next moment, he was immediately stunned, and then smiled bitterly.

He couldn't even mobilize his mana, so how could he take something out of the storage bag.

Looking at a quaint three-foot wooden staff in his hand, he was a little lucky.

Fortunately, he was extremely alert before, and when he put away the Escape Tissot, the immortal root was always held in his hand in case of accidents. Now it seems that the careful act just now has given him an additional magic weapon.

Although the current immortal root cannot be infused with mana, just its own hardness is already extremely good, and it may be able to save its life at a critical moment.

Looking at the black whip on his right arm again, Dongfang Mo felt even more confident in his heart.

The sharpness of this black whip is probably even more unguardable than the immortal root at some point.

However, at this time, the black whip was exposed, which was not what he wanted.

So he suddenly bowed down, "tore and pulled", tore off a piece of torn rag at his feet, and then wrapped his right arm.

From a distance, it looks like a wound bandaged at random, but what is hidden in it is his killer feature.

After looking around, Dongfang Mo walked towards the position in front of him.

It was only because of this direction that the blood cloud looked red compared to the other three positions, so he chose to go.

……

Along the way, Dongfang Mo walked for five days.

The strange thing is that there is no sun or night here, and it is dark red all the time.

The surrounding environment doesn't seem to be much different from the Blood Clan region, but compared to the Blood Clan region, the aura can be said to be extremely lacking, and there is no trace of it at all.

Fortunately, the Dongfang Mo Anode Body Forging Technique broke through to Xiaocheng, and his cultivation had reached the middle stage of foundation building, and his physical body had a qualitative leap, so even if he kept walking for several days, he didn't feel much difficulty.

The only thing that worries him is that he doesn't know how far he has gone in five days, and he has not hesitated to spend a day of hard work, but there is still no big change around him.

Just as he looked a little tired, his ears suddenly twitched.

Then he looked at his feet, bent his legs, and kicked again.

"Bang".

The figure bounced away a foot away with the help of force.

"Rustle!"

Looking at the place where he had just stood, the desert had formed a whirlpool, and the place was like a funnel, sinking deeply.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed, and he took a few steps back.

Just when he was suspicious in his heart, he only heard a "bang".

The whirlpool suddenly exploded, and the sand shot out in all directions.

Dongfang Mo hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it in front of him, so as not to rush into his eyes.

But at the moment when he stretched out his hand, a sharp sound suddenly came.

Dongfang Mo's power is so keen, even if he can't use mana, but the strength of his physical body makes him react instantly, and he even flicks to the left, and he moves three feet horizontally.

"Huh!"

A red ray stabbed from the direction he had been standing before, and if he hadn't dodged in time, he was afraid that the red light would have pierced his skull.

At this time, he turned around sharply, and when he looked at it, he gasped slightly.

Not far from him, a black scorpion nearly a foot long was crawling on the ground.

The scorpion was black and shiny, with its chelicas held in mid-air, and there were sharp protrusions like files on it.

Most notably, behind it, a scorpion tail rises high and is almost the length of its body.

At the very end of the scorpion's tail, there is a fist-sized bulge, and on the bulge is a blood-red thorn that is a foot long.

The moment he saw this sharp thorn, Dongfang Mo suddenly understood that the red mang that had attacked him just now should be the tail of this scorpion.

Although his divine sense could not be used, he could faintly see from the pressure fluctuations coming from this giant scorpion that even if this scorpion did not have the cultivation of the foundation building period, he was afraid that it was not far behind.

However, in the moment when he was stunned, the scorpion moved.

His body was prostrate, as if he was paddling, and he came to Dongfang Mo, and his two arms were clamped fiercely.

Dongfang Mo frowned, even if he couldn't use mana, but with the strength of his physical body, he wouldn't have any fear of this scorpion.

I saw him grasping the immortal root tightly, sweeping back and forth left and right.

"Bang bang" twice, its action came first, smashing the scorpion double claws open.

But this scorpion is also fierce, with a strange sound of "spur" in its mouth, and the scorpion tail that sways non-stop behind it is a flower.

"Huh!"

turned into an afterimage, and a little red light suddenly stabbed at the center of his eyebrows.

Dongfang Mo snorted coldly, and a trace of impatience flashed on his face. He used nearly fifty percent of his physical strength to lift the immortal root high, from top to bottom, and fell suddenly.

The air was squeezed by the tremendous force coming from the immortal roots, and the wind whistled.

Just listen to the "snap".

Looking at the giant scorpion again, his body trembled violently. At the same time, a black liquid shot out and splashed on the sand.

It turned out to be this scorpion under Dongfang Mo's hard smashing, and the bulge on the scorpion's tail was directly smashed by a stick.

"Woo Woo Woo!"

The scorpion trembled, and a frightened cry came out of its mouth. He immediately retreated backwards, his feet shaking, and his body was about to be submerged in the desert.

Dongfang Mo couldn't let him get his wish, he took two steps forward suddenly, and stabbed the immortal root in his hand in front of him.

"Poof!"

The sharp end of the immortal root suddenly pierced into the head of the giant scorpion.

A stream of black blood flowed down the immortal roots, and then dripped down, staining the sand grains into an inky color.

The scorpion's body only twitched twice, and then it was motionless.

Pulling out the immortal roots, Dongfang Mo took two steps forward cautiously, looked carefully, and finally confirmed that the scorpion was dead and could not die again.

I saw that his slender eyes narrowed, as if he was in deep thought.

Although he didn't know why there were spirit beasts in this desert, what he cared about was that there was not the slightest mana fluctuation on this spirit beast, and it all relied on the power of the flesh.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought about killing him and seizing his body after he had taken away the short boy before, and the spirit of the Golden Spirit Array was still thinking about killing him and seizing his body, just because his body was more than a step stronger than that short boy.

Now it seems that he has vaguely guessed the reason. I'm afraid that the spirit has long known about the existence of this place, and even more so that this desert can only rely on the physical body, and cannot use mana.

At the same time, he also came to the conclusion that the other people who entered this place should be like him, unable to use mana.

I just don't know if there will be such an effect for the Infant Transformation Realm cultivator again.

After pondering for a moment, he couldn't figure out anything, so he walked forward again.

In this way, he walked for another seven or eight days.

During this period, even with his strong body, it seemed a little difficult,

Because without the slightest nourishment of aura, the mana in the body cannot be urged. Therefore, for every point of physical power consumed, there is one less point.

Fortunately, he came along the way and encountered a lot of giant scorpion spirit beasts from before. He did not hesitate to swallow his flesh and devour his blood, and the strength in his body was replenished.

This kind of hairy blood drinking days lasted for a month.

On this day, Dongfang Mo was walking aimlessly, and suddenly his brows furrowed.

Then, as if sensing something, he looked up and looked ahead.

I saw a small black dot emerge in the distance.

At the beginning, he devoured the blood clotting beads formed by the medicinal blood beast, and because he had broken through the foundation building stage, his eyesight was much higher than that of ordinary monks.

At a glance, he saw that the black dot was a figure, although it was far away, Dongfang Mo still judged from the silhouette of this person that this person was the short boy who had inflicted the killer on him before.

The moment he saw the short boy, two blazing lights suddenly erupted in his eyes.

If his guess is correct, then this person is also unable to use mana in this desert. In the flesh alone, he has absolute confidence in this person.

He didn't know anything about the desert, and the short boy who was taken away by the array must know something.

Just this one reason, with Dongfang Mo's ruthless character, he will definitely not let this person go.

Seeing the short boy walking with great difficulty, he was even more convinced of the guess in his heart.

So his body shook, his legs almost turned into afterimages, and he raised a large cloud of sand and dust, and galloped forward.

In just half an hour, he was already less than a thousand feet away from the short boy.

At this moment, the short boy turned his head as if he had sensed something, and when he saw a slender figure galloping towards the place. And when he saw this person's face clearly, a touch of shock suddenly appeared on his face.

Then the fear in his eyes flashed, and he ran forward without thinking.

Dongfang Mo took in the frightened look of this person, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little, and the power of his body agitated, and his speed increased by three points.

Although its speed is not as terrifying as using its mana, it can also reach a distance of twenty or thirty zhang in one breath, and it came behind this person in an instant.

When the short boy can't be urged by mana, how can he compare with Dongfang Mo.

Seeing the enemy behind him, he finally couldn't calm down, but turned around suddenly, and his hands touched the cuffs.

Dongfang Mo frowned, but he was extremely vigilant and paused a few feet in front of him.

Seeing this, the short boy did not act excessively, but kept his palms in the cuffs, as if there was something hidden in them.

Dongfang Mo glanced at him with a strange expression, and then smiled slightly and said:

"Why did you leave in such a hurry?"

"Boy, your life is really big, and the formation self-explosion failed to kill you."

The short boy said.

"Hehe, thank you for your concern."

Dongfang Mo arched his hand.

"Why, what advice do you have for catching up with the old man today?"

"I don't dare to advise, it's just that the Taoist friend didn't want Xiaodao's body that day, and Xiaodao took the initiative to send it to the door today, why are you so vigilant."

Dongfang Mo spoke, and there was no lack of tentative meaning in his words.

"Hmph, Hugh wants to talk from the old man's mouth, although this necromantic sand sea can't use mana, but how can the old man not know what you think in your heart. I advise you not to have any bad intentions, as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and you better weigh yourself before you want to do it. ”

The short boy said.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's eyes couldn't help but turn, as if he was trying to grasp the meaning of his words.

The short boy looked at him with contempt and great disdain.

"Bang Bang!"

However, the next moment, I saw Dongfang Mo clapping his hands and continued:

"What Daoyou said is reasonable, but the trail is a little thick."

"If only you understood."

The corners of the short boy's mouth twitched.

"By the way, just now Daoyou said that this place is called the Necromantic Sand Sea, Xiaodao doesn't know anything about it, dare to ask Daoyou if you can explain a thing or two."

Oriental ink road.

"Hahaha, who do you think you are, what if the old man says no."

The short boy laughed for a while, and then his expression flickered.

"I don't know what to do!"

And in the next moment, Dongfang Mo's originally frivolous look suddenly filled with murderous intentions.

The words fell, and his figure shot even more lightning, and the immortal root in his hand, which was still in the distance, swept towards the person's temple.

The short boy didn't expect Dongfang Mo to say that he would do it, and the speed of changing his face completely surprised him.

At this time, his expression changed wildly, and he hurriedly stopped it.

"Little friend, slow down!"

Hearing this, the speed of Dongfang ink has increased instead of decreasing.

"Whew".

In the blink of an eye, the immortal root was already approaching the face door of the short boy.