For the next few days, Renard would wander around the Yellow Sand Plane for an hour or two every night, but he found nothing at all except for the corpse of the Four Trick Cultivators he encountered that time. On the contrary www.biquge.info I have killed a lot of various little demons in the past two days, and all the demons are the lowest level of cowardice, and I have never even seen a single Quart demon. Except for the corpse of the cultivator I saw in the past few days, it seems that the cowardly demon here and the cowardly corpse that occasionally appears to die of thirst are all life-related things in this yellow sand plane.

After four days in a row, Renard felt that his eyes were about to get snow blindness, although there was only sand here, there was no snow, but the dazzling light reflected was not lower than the snow field in his previous life, and on the fifth day, Renard couldn't bear to use the shadow mask to transform into a public face, and went to buy a pair of sunglasses outside the school- The technological level and productivity of this world are far behind the earth, and basically everything with a little bit of technological content needs to be piled up little by little with extraordinary strength, and the price of this pair of sunglasses is enough for Renard to buy a mid-to-high-end mobile phone in his previous life if the purchasing power is converted into a unit of rice that can be exchanged.

Renard had wanted to buy a pair of boots that would make it easier for him to walk in the desert, with a weight-reducing effect, and a water-based magic suit with an air conditioning effect, but Renard was deterred by the price. Renard calculated in his heart that no matter what the price was, it would be enough for him to buy a low-end BMW in his previous life.

When Renard came out of the shop that sold magical items, the slightly playful voice of the Book of Death sounded in his heart: "That Sally chick's shawl has an air-conditioning effect, or is it better than what you just saw, do you want to borrow it?" Renard really thought about it seriously, and then replied: "Still don't want it, it's not good if your whereabouts are known these days." The Book of Death said angrily: "Do you still know how to hide it? There is no desert near the imperial capital and places that need wind-based shoes and water-based clothes, can you buy it like this, can people not notice? If the rice buckets of the Green family who have studied a little spatial teleportation track the teleportation a little, know the approximate location you were sent to, and then check the surrounding situation, do you think you can hide it? Idiot!"

Renard has always listened to the useful lessons of the Book of Death, and the reason is that this shopping has dispelled many of the thoughts of Renard, who has carried out some mercenary missions and runs a tavern that is recovering in popularity, and he has changed many of his ambitious plans after discovering what he can do with this little money.

On the twenty-fifth day, when Renard felt that he had become stronger as he continued to absorb the demon's soul, the color of the book of death in the middle of the temple in his mind became darker and darker, and a faint black mist emerged, and the two lampreys on both sides also appeared more and more clear black lines, he found that absorbing the soul of the cowardly demon had not improved himself, and at most he could make up for the mental fatigue, nothing more.

When he asked the Book of Death, he was ridiculed by the Book of Death: "How much more do you want to improve the mixed soul of the cowardly demon? Directly suck the cowardly demon to the legend? You think that when you played the game before, you could cut the monsters of the novice village until the full level without changing the map? If you think about it with a little brain, it is impossible!"

Renard replied: "However, the Shilipo Sword God ......" The Book of Death directly interrupted Renard: "This TM is not a fairy sword, this is a Warcraft! Now the cowardly demon has become a disgrace to you, you can understand it like this, Elm Head!"

Renard shrugged, he remembered the general level of everyone else in his class except for a few geniuses such as Clark Caragour, and after feeling that the average person in this world except for geniuses was not as good as the learning ability of elementary school students in his previous life, Renard felt that if his stupid quality was just an elm head, those classmates would definitely be black holes and neutron stars, and the poor little planet under Renard's feet would have been destroyed hundreds of thousands of times.

Renard was in a state of distraction, looking at the endless desert in front of him, his feet walked aimlessly, and even the cowardly demon did not appear for nearly two hours. He felt like he was playing Desert Bus in his previous life, and now he was far from Las Vegas, still in Tucson, Arizona.

Suddenly, a cool sensation that I don't know if it was an illusion interrupted Renard's wandering, Renard heard an explosion in the distance, and a light that couldn't tell whether it was blood red or yellow flickered behind his body, illuminating a large area, and when Renard turned around, he found that a burst of yellow sand in the distance was splashed like a splash, accompanied by a small sandstorm. Fortunately, there is no native wind in this world, and there is no native sandstorm, and the sandstorm caused by this external force will not last long. At this time, the prompt voice of the Book of Death came belatedly: "Hurry up!"

Renard immediately took out a compass that didn't know why it could also work in this plane, but the direction that originally pointed to the south became a compass pointing to the northwest, and wrote down the direction to avoid getting lost in the unchanging sand not long after. Then he ran in a straight line, in the process he didn't dare to put down the compass, afraid of losing his bearings, at this time he was extremely nostalgic for the smartphone and map software of his previous life, and felt the book of death of Renard's thoughts and snorted coldly: "Do you want to launch satellites here, build signal towers, and build a factory to make mobile phones?" How much knowledge do you have in your head to make you have such arrogant thoughts?"

The Book of Death is very calm, and there is still time to mock, but Renard doesn't have the energy, as the saying goes, Wangshan runs a dead horse, Renard walked for nearly an hour, asked the Book of Death, and learned that the journey was less than half a day, he sighed in his heart, endured the burning sensation brought by the long sand boots he was wearing, and accelerated his trek over.

Even so, when Renard finally arrived at the place of the explosion, he involuntarily entered a state of alert in the distance. He first put on the Truth Technique Shield before cautiously approaching, mentally reviewing the magic array of the most powerful light spell he had mastered, the Dawn Dazzling Magic Array, several times. After he knew that he was going to stay in the demon plane for a long time, he went to the store and bought a few powerful light spells, but fortunately, the official mage-level light spells were not expensive: there were not many people who could learn them, and they could basically learn them in the church, and when Renard bought this spell, he almost got half sold and half given away, and the boss only charged him the cost of recording the book.

The reason for entering this state of alert was because he found that there was a large black pit with a diameter of nearly two hundred meters, and the sand in the black pit was no longer sand at all, but a kind of earth that emitted a strange smell. And the edges of the dirt are retracting at a very slow rate, turning back into sand little by little. The black mist power of the Book of Death stayed above Renard's head for a moment, seeming to be interested, before rushing back: "It was the Demon Nobles who made the move, I have seen this kind of pollution of the rules of the world too many times!" "What is the Demon Nobles?" asked Renard, who had not been introduced in the books he had read about demons.

"To put it simply, it is the god of demons, equivalent to the god of truth among human beings, but there are many demon nobles. However, the abyss projection attached to this world does not have the demon nobles, and this world cannot accommodate it. Looking at it like this, it should be that the demon nobles deliberately threw something here, eighty percent of it is a demon civil war, after the main plane demon who was thrown here was killed, the soul could not return to the abyss intact and be resurrected, it would only escape. Renard's voice trembled a little, half excited and half nervous: "The one who was killed was also a demon noble?" The Book of Death replied: "No, the abyss space is unstable, the demons are experts in playing space, the demon nobles can't be thrown here to kill, they must be much weaker than the demon nobles!"

Renard looked into the middle of the black pit, and was shrouded in a black fog in the middle, and he couldn't see clearly: "Do you want to go in and have a look? It should be dead anyway!" The Book of Death said lazily: "Don't worry, the land polluted by the demon nobles is not something you can set foot on now, I don't want you to be corrupted by the power of the demon nobles into a berserk war demon or something!" Renard looked at the area of the land corroded by the demon nobles, and slightly calculated the speed of the trace elimination: "Then come back in two days!" Anyway, will anyone find out about this place in advance in the next two days?"

The Book of Death said categorically: "I just tried to predict the traces of this battle, but I didn't see anything, the demon nobles must have made a move to cover up, so unless the abyss prince of the main world makes a move, this place will definitely not be discovered! No one in this world understands the characteristics of Kun Jin Xuan, and they can't enter this space at all, don't worry!" "What about cowardice? I see that there are a lot of cowardice demons who came by accident......" Renard asked, and the Book of Death said: "They will take the initiative to avoid the aura of demon nobles." ”

Then the Book of Death recorded the coordinates and led Renard back to the dormitory, which was close to three o'clock in the morning because of the delay in finding the black pit. Renard couldn't wait to take a basin of cold water and pour himself from head to toe before he remembered some words from the Book of Death, and he said cautiously: "You seem to have a good time playing in the space......"

The Book of Death snorted, and then stopped answering, as it had done countless times before when Renard had asked the crucial question.