A thousand grains of sand are a thousand needles, and 10,000 grains of sand are 10,000 guns, and needles and guns can't help Shisanlang's body, but they can absorb and withdraw mana into the invisible.

It is impossible for a monk to fly without using mana, the faster he flies, the faster the mana circulates, and the sky is full of yellow sand, and there is no way to hide and not to prevent, and there is one more obstacle to it. Looking at the sky from the water, everyone only said that it rushed forward, and only in it was found that the yellow sand formed a whirlpool, moving forward in a whirling and twisting way.

This means that even if you go with the trend, you will be constantly impacted by the yellow sand, and the mana that can be saved is very small, which is really unbearable.

The whirlpool is large and small, the small one is only more than a foot or even a square inch, the large one is a hundred meters or even a thousand zhang, and the larger the rotation, the faster the speed. In such a place, under the premise that the divine mind cannot be used, how can people follow the trend or go against the grain?

These alone will give the monk a headache, but it is not impossible to think about it. When encountering an enemy, no one will be stingy with mana, and it doesn't matter if you fly for a short distance, but the sand damage is not limited to this, Shisanlang can quickly feel that after the armor on his body is hit by sand grains, the yellow sand will be broken into ashes, and then there is an indescribable liliang integrated into the armor, and then the armor is old.

Life and death, prosperity and decline, life and death, the broken yellow sand seems to speed up time, and the armor quickly moves from youth to prime of life, from prime of life to old age, until it is exhausted and withered.

"Is it the liliang of the years, or is it absorbing vitality?"

Thirteen Lang's face was slightly gloomy, so he simply took off his armor and put it away, and at the same time dispersed his shield, and only used his body to meet the sand. He wanted to see if the sand could make him grow old too, or if it was only effective for magic weapons.

The result is kind of fantastic. Huang Sha had no interest in this body with incomparably vigorous vitality, and crashed back and forth. Nothing changed except for the feeling of dense pinprick and pricking.

The yellow sand is endless. No one dares to say that it will be emptied, but can only endure. Being in the middle of it, the magic weapon is destroyed one by one, and the mana passes all the time, who can afford such a consumption? As for how many people like Shisanlang who dissipate mana and first double cultivate the Dharma body; taking a step back, Shisanlang can feel the stinging pain, even if the monk refines the body, how many of them have cultivated to his level? Not to mention that when flying, most of them face strong enemies, and the monk is afraid that the speed is not fast enough. How can you give up mana and treasures?

There is no solution. Whether the yellow sand is a yellow spring remains to be studied, it is not a place where monks can stay for a long time, counting on flying to find the mainland in one go, and can only pray for God's mercy and good luck.

God mercy, is there a heaven here?

Yellow sand on the head, yellow sand on the side, yellow sand under the feet, what is the sky here. There is only chaos and invisible sand. There is no life, no residual thoughts, everything is absorbed by the yellow sand. Shisanro even felt that he was much weaker even in his sense of induction. For example, it is connected to the mind of the queen ant, and there is also the blood tripod, but it has a little connection with the Tao. All are affected by it.

The mind was pierced and torn apart to be explained, but there was no way to crack it; Jusan Lang wondered if he could still discern the direction and whether it was possible to get lost completely.

"Ruthless enough. ”

Thirteen Lang smiled helplessly. Grab a handful of sand by your side and look back and look down. At this time, he realized another question: can the sky without yellow sand really fly without hindrance?

Residual thoughts are invisible, and not being able to feel them does not mean that they do not exist, and the body is surrounded by hundreds of millions of residual thoughts after death, and even breathing heavily, thinking with your toes cannot be useless at all. Most likely, over time, the monk's sanity will be affected until he collapses or goes insane.

Its impact is more subtle, more subtle, but also more inexplicable!

As the height decreases further, the remnants do thinner and thinner until they eventually disappear, and like the yellow sand in the sky, they are divided into three layers that do not interfere with each other. However, that is equivalent to flying close to the water, and the energy consumption is only one of them, and it can be reached by jumping a random demon beast, and the danger increases by a hundredfold.

On the yellow sand, Shisanlang did not plan to explore for the time being, firstly, it is not the sky that matters at this moment, and secondly, no one knows how thick the sand layer is, in case he can't come back, or when he comes back, he finds that he is far away in the sky, which is not the same as Qiaojia.

A thousand words turned into one sentence: the sea is chaotic, and you are not allowed to fly!

"If you don't fly, you won't fly, it's a big deal to play rafting!"

Feeling ruthless in his heart, Shisanro lowered his height and returned to the remnant area to let go of his hand, trying to verify another conjecture.

Yellow sand flying into the sky is not uncommon, but if it has been flying in the sky and not coming down, he can't help but think about it, he wants to see if the effect of these yellow sand is as he guessed, specifically blocking the endless remnants below.

Letting go of his hand, a storm suddenly broke out around him, and his remnants of thought rushed around, giving up his position to his companion, and the yellow sand swayed upward, absorbing all the way and expanding all the way, like a ball that was constantly inflating, and finally the canopy exploded with a thud, and collapsed into ashes.

The results are out, and it's scary.

"Damn!"

He has always been self-contained and peaceful, but at this moment, Shisanlang finally couldn't hold back and burst into foul language, because he found that he had been working hard for so long, always paying attention to the direction, and he was originally directly above the tortoise shell, and he was actually thousands of meters away, and he could hardly see the figure of the big ash.

I don't know

Half a day later, the tortoise shell floated on the boundless sea, like a fly lying on a mirror, and could not find the edge no matter how it climbed.

"It's not easy to reunite!"

Lotte's big gray was worried, and sighed and said, "Will those fools not fly?"

Finding themselves in a chaotic sea, no matter how arrogant a person is, the first thing he thinks of should be to meet up with someone he knows as soon as possible; he is thousands of miles away from each other or even farther, and he doesn't fly and only swim in the water, so it's a bit exaggerated, the problem is that everyone understands that the water is dangerous, how can they not pull it up.

Caution is not anyone's patent, and once it is raised, the monk will inevitably want to explore the Yellow Sands area, or at least find out what is in the way. After that, like Thirteen Lang, he will shift his direction without knowing it, and the power of induction will be weakened or even disappear until Zuihou is out of range, and the ghost knows where to float.

There is one less person sensed by Thirteen Lang, which is enough to prove that this situation has happened, and the next question is, how many people can finally converge regardless of time?

The fewer people, the weaker Liliang becomes, and at the same time it means that there is no respite, and if a lonely person falls in such a place, who dares to say that he can support himself for decades?

The tortoise shell is fluttering, the water surface is calm and waveless, and the carefree fat scurries up and down, and from time to time goes into the water to catch some monsters and stuff them into the belly that is never satisfied. Because of this ability, many flying ants have become the followers of the Tianxin Toad, flying around it as if cheering, which makes Big Ash envious and jealous.

It seems to be a peaceful and tranquil picture, but the atmosphere is actually so oppressive that it is suffocating. The tortoiseshell walked out for more than 100 miles, and the surrounding scenery did not change. The sky is still so yellow, the water is still so clear, there is no reference. If it weren't for the method that Jusan Lang had just discovered, he would almost think that he was standing still and hadn't moved at all.

"Hopefully they'll understand sooner. ”

Thirteen Lang replied softly, raising his eyes to look around, his expression a little heavy. At this time, he thought of a question related to psychology: in such an environment, who has the patience to float slowly, and who can make people always vigilant to prevent attacks that may occur at any time?

There are endless monsters in the sea, since some simple-minded guys come to send them to death, along the way, the tortoise shell encountered hundreds of attacks, the most common is the kind of sea lice, which can be called endless. Perhaps because their sense of smell is particularly keen, they can find traces of otherworldly creatures from afar, and sea lice are greedy by nature, no matter what level of opponent is, bravely rush to the top.

At first, this kind of suicide made Big Ash find a lot of fun, and repeatedly ordered Chubby to let him go ashore, leaving him to kill and feast. After a long time, the big gray quickly lost interest, and returned to Thirteen Lang unhappily, having nothing to say to pass the boring time.

Thirteen Lang can change shifts here, but what about others? Those attacks are not strong, but the harassment will never end, and no one can help but be anxious. If this continues, it is not only the sky that will drive people crazy, but also the sea.

The biggest boredom is repetition, the biggest fear is loneliness, and there are both in the chaotic sea, how to live.

"What's wrong with the puppet mother?" Da Ash had nothing to do, paying attention to the action of returning blood to the soul, and asked, "I can't see it, this thing is quite bearable." ”

It has been proven before that the performance of the Blood Returning Spirit is extremely stable, and it continues to approach in the direction of Thirteen Lang without hurrying, so it should not be in the chaos of the sea. Thirteen Lang was also a little worried, sank his divine sense into the blood tripod feeling, and said in his mouth: "He can't bear that kind of experience and that situation, who can bear it?"

Big Ash became nervous and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Thirteen Lang's face was gloomy, and he shook his head and said, "He's fine, someone else died." ”

Da Ash was stunned for a moment, and then realized how serious the situation was, and exclaimed: "So fast, so powerful!"

Not long after entering the blood domain, everyone was the most vigilant and strongest, and the attrition in such a short period of time showed the strength of the demon beast. Like a terrifying beast, the Sea of Chaos is slowly showing its terrifying side in front of everyone, from panic to despair.

"Which one is dead? is it Baihua?" asked Big Ash after being nervous.

"I don't know. Thirteen Lang shook his head, replied, stood up, and turned around and walked towards the palace.

"Why are you going?" Da Shen followed, and Da Ding paid attention not to be alone again, a donkey.

"Get started, get to work. Thirteen Lang replied lightly, his tone firm.

"It's not easy to live, but you have to live; ”

It's not easy to live, you have to live well.

I wish every book a friendly and happy life

(To be continued......)