Whether it is a human or a demonic beast, when encountering the most serious threat to life, it will always burst out with a powerful force that has never been seen before, and this power is also called potential.

The two big claws held the green gourd to the death, and the sand tyrant who fled to the Death Desert desperately relied on the explosion of potential to insist on the fastest speed in his life, regardless of the coercion behind him that made him tremble and surrender, so that he wanted to make him tremble and surrender, and fled wildly all the way south, and finally arrived at the Death Desert.

The sand ba, who almost couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh wildly, rushed into the red blood sand without hesitation, and more than a thousand slender and powerful crab feet swiped at high speed in unison, and it was more than a thousand miles in the blink of an eye. The Desert of Death may be a deadly place of death for others, but for Shaba, it is like a fish entering a river and a dragon entering the sea, this is its holy place, a place where it can freely exert its various abilities.

After fleeing for tens of thousands of miles in an instant, Shaba felt the pressure of the artifact Sand Magnetic Bell becoming stronger and stronger, and hurriedly escaped into the blood sand, deep into the ground, and sneaked all the way.

Perhaps, hiding underground is the best way to effectively save one's life, after all, these blood sand containing extremely strong magnetic force has a strong ability to interfere and hinder the detection of divine consciousness, and it is urgent to find a place that can be hidden to the maximum extent so that the strong man behind him can not find his breath, waiting for the owner who is accepted into the green gourd and whose life and death are uncertain to find a way to break free.

This was the only thought that Shaba had, and he didn't even understand until this moment how he, who had always been very timid and scared, had such courage to do this thing that he was afraid of now.

However, the body keeps swimming, and the sand boss is quite proud.

Hiding in the depths of the earth, it didn't believe that the person could clean it up like its master, it made up its mind to sneak somewhere 1,300 miles away from the artifact sand magnetic bell, no matter how the person tried it, it just didn't show up, there were many powerful pills in its storage ring, and it was not a problem to hide its own breath.

Now, the most difficult thing to deal with is this green gourd that contains the owner.

This treasure is clearly the magic weapon that the strongman has refined, and it is according to the spiritual imprint on the green gourd that the person has followed it all the way, Sha Ba quickly made an idea in his mind, and finally fell his mind to the storage ring that Meng Yang gave him.

Isn't there a powerful Hidden Breath Pill? If you smear it on this green gourd, and then condense the magnetic force of the blood sand to wrap it layer by layer, wouldn't you be able to weaken that spiritual imprint infinitely, and even disguise it to every place in the vast and boundless desert for thousands of miles, wouldn't this be the best way?

Shaba is very proud, since the contract with Meng Yang, after staying in Meng Yang's sea of qi for a while, it suddenly found that its head was many times brighter than before, except for the innate timid character has not grown much, which is undoubtedly very surprising to it.

It is very nostalgic for its owner's aura, and if it had a choice, it would rather stay there for the rest of its life and not come out.

For the master, fight!

Shaba let out a low roar in his heart, and found that this desperate passage had reached the place where it wanted to hide.

Here, Shaba shrank his body proudly, and was busy working on the green gourd for a while, but the disciple of the Hidden Sect, Zhique, who was tracked down in the Death Desert, was a different and extremely embarrassed scene.

Zhique regrets it very much, but unfortunately there are countless miracle pills in this world, but there is no regret medicine.

If it weren't for the 50,000 defenders of Ye Mao Pass who were included in Qinghu in one fell swoop, if he hadn't been in a hurry to use the secret technique of the sect that he had cultivated for a long time, "Alchemy Technique", to refine a batch of monk puppets with huge power, if it weren't for the delay of the six or seven days spent on the sacrifice, Jiang Sanshao's army would have taken this projectile-like ice city a long time ago, how could there be such a change today?

If he loses Qinghu, of course, although Zhique is ninety percent sure of regaining this secret treasure, if the monk puppet newly refined has not been fed by the master's essence blood for a long time, it will undergo abnormal changes, then his six or seven days of spending a huge amount of mental energy will be in vain, and it will also greatly reduce the power of the secret treasure Qinghu.

Who did not have a group of monks and puppets who were not afraid of death and were extremely difficult to deal with? But Zhique was the only one among the six disciples who had been born and trained to have cultivated a monk puppet, and there was no doubt that no matter what the final result of this experience was, his prestige among the disciples of this generation would be unparalleled, and perhaps there would be a place for him in the Zhongtian Grand Meeting.

However, a small ninth-order crab monster dared to jump out to make trouble, and took the Qinghu from him extremely treacherously, the most irritating thing was that this crab monster didn't know what secret skills he had cultivated, and the speed was ridiculously fast, and Zhique launched the strongest escape technique, but he was never able to get close to the five hundred miles range of the Qinghu's spiritual imprint.

As long as he was allowed to get close to Qinghu two hundred miles away, he would have full confidence in recapturing Qinghu and easily shattering the little crab monster that almost ruined him.

Two hundred miles is the maximum distance he can drive the group of monk puppets in the green gourd at present, as he continues to feed with essence blood, the group of monk puppets will advance with it, and at that time, the restricted distance used will also expand, but unfortunately, how can it get close to two hundred miles?

The Death Desert is known as one of the top ten forbidden places in the Tianxuan Continent, and its danger has long been known in detail in the sect.

It is impossible to fly here, and the cultivation of divine consciousness will be greatly restricted, and the most fatal thing is the ubiquitous and strange hurricane. Those hurricanes were almost as powerful as the purple lightning and thunder, and they were beyond the power of human beings, and no matter who was caught up in them, there was only one end that turned into dust.

Zhique didn't want to die here, the reason why he resolutely tracked it in after a little thought was because he still had a powerful sub-artifact in his hand - a low-level sub-artifact, the Soul Burning Lamp.

This generation of disciples like him, Zhiyun, Zhiguang and other sects focused on cultivating have one in their hands.

The sub-artifact is not something that any disciple can hold, its power is too powerful, and if the cultivation is slightly poor, it will not be able to control it and will be eaten by it.

The six of them came out this time, each of them held a soul-burning lamp, the soul-burning lamp was actually their talisman card, the lamp was in the people, and the lamp was extinguished.

And each soul burning lamp is a supreme sub-artifact refined by the powerful predecessors of the sect, although it is extremely laborious to control, but the power is also very powerful.

The power of this secret treasure lies in the fact that it can be absorbed into the oil lamp by refining the soul essence of the deceased, and stored in a burning way. Every once in a while, the owner of the Soul Burning Lamp must feed it with his own essence blood, otherwise, the Soul Burning Lantern will be out of the master's control.

The more revenant essence elements absorbed and refined, the stronger the defensive effect that the Soul Burning Lantern can release.

The defensive ability assimilated to the bearer will also be enhanced, which is the Soul Burning Lamp - a non-level defensive sub-artifact.

It is said that the strongest defensive effect of the Soul Burning Lamp can resist the strongest blow of the Jindan Early Stage Great Monk!

Among the six disciples who were born and trained, Zhique and the other six disciples who had been born and trained, the highest cultivation was only in the middle stage of distraction.

Zhique is one of the middle stages of distraction.

He entered the Death Desert precisely because he believed that his talisman sub-artifact could protect him, no matter how powerful the hurricane was, could it still be stronger than the Jindan Stage Great Cultivator?

So, the soul burning lamp lit up in Zhique's hand, and a faint yellow light instantly wrapped Zhique tightly.

Facing the howling hurricane, Zhique didn't frown, and floated in!

No matter how strong the hurricane was, it was never able to tear through the yellow light's defenses, which made Zhique feel a little more at ease.

He felt that the spiritual connection on the green gourd was already as weak as a gossamer, and he was in a hurry, so he hurriedly urged the yellow light of the soul burning lamp to shine more vigorously, and quickly fled in the direction it sensed.

After passing through more than forty powerful hurricanes one after another, Zhique was not hurt at all, but just as he was calming down, he suddenly felt that the blood and sand of the entire desert seemed to be surging like a boiling oil pot, and the death desert seemed to be roaring, angry, rolling, and shaking!

At this moment, the desert of death suddenly became as if it was about to sink into the abyss of the earth, and the strong shaking feeling of the earth shaking the mountains made Zhique's face pale, and it began to be extremely difficult to walk.

And those boiling and tumbling in every space of the desert blood-red blood sand, at this time began to produce a trace of strange pulling force, although the pulling force of each ball of blood sand is very weak, but the blood and sand of this desert is vast, what kind of concept is it together?

Zhique staggered three steps, and the heavy pressure like a mountain squeezed from all sides of his body, making him struggling, and finally sat down on the bloody sand.

He didn't believe that this kind of mutation could last long, and he was now in a dilemma, so he could only concentrate on carrying it through.

Zhique sat cross-legged like a majestic green pine, not moving at all. Standing with his palms together on his chest, the soul-burning lamp slowly rose above his head, the wick swayed slightly, but it continued to emit a faint yellow light shining on Zhique's body.

Zhique closed his eyes, and now he felt that it seemed that Qinghu was hidden somewhere underground within a thousand miles of the crab monster, and when he survived this wave of desert mutation attacks, he would naturally be able to find Qinghu smoothly and take it back.

Silently reciting obscure words in his mouth, Zhique's body began to glow with a slight light yellow halo, blending with the light of his soul burning lamp.

The bald head illuminated by the soul burning lamp was shiny and shiny, making it look like a holy monk who had fallen into the mortal dust!

How long has ・・・・・・ time passed?

Zhique didn't know.

However, he knew that the anger of the desert showed no sign of cease, and he became a little anxious.

Here, there is no trace of heaven and earth aura between heaven and earth that can be driven and used, and the confrontation with the desert monster power makes his spiritual power extremely expensive.

In particular, the control of the Soul Burning Lamp is extremely painstaking.

Zhique felt extremely bitter, it seemed that he still underestimated the danger of the Death Desert. The worst thing is that he just looked at the number of restoring pills in the storage ring, at most it can allow him to support it for an extra day or two, but hell, will this weird strange power stop at all?

The hardest thing in the world is suffering.

The most terrifying thing in the world is the fear of the unknown, especially the endless fear of the unknown.

Zhique forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart and continued to recite the scriptures.

This is the most famous scripture of the sect to stabilize the mind, "The Sutra of the King of Fudoming".

Zhique insisted on leaving the last three Hui Yuan Pills, which made him more cautious and difficult to maintain the Soul Burning Lamp, and hot sweat was already dripping down his bald head, and his monk's robe was completely soaked with sweat.

He was so embarrassed and depressed that he even wanted to activate another powerful life-saving skill of the Soul Burning Lamp to leave this ghost place, but at this moment, something surprising to him appeared, he felt that the pressure and pulling force around him were subsiding like a tide, and the damn strange force was finally going to stop!

Fortunately, Qinghu's spiritual connection is still scattered within this thousand miles, it seems to be everywhere, he is a little disdainful, this must be the ghost of the crab monster, he has a way to find out the location of Qinghu accurately.

Just give him enough time to explore with his divine sense.

Finally, the restraining power between heaven and earth disappeared completely, and the relieved Zhique urged the spiritual power to evaporate the sweat on his body and slowly stood up.

The wick of the Soul Burning Lamp swayed a few times, the flame went out, and it flew back to Zhique is hand.

At this moment, Zhique suddenly felt that there seemed to be a "jumping" sound in his soul, and at that moment, he felt that his spirit seemed to be missing something. However, he didn't think much about it, just because that ninth-order crab monster also wanted to destroy the demigod Qinghu that he had double-sacrificed, wouldn't that be a fool's dream?

The lack of a trace of that momentary trance did not make Zhi Que think too much, because the top priority was to quickly take it back while he could still sense the breath of Qinghu.

Just as he was about to let go of his divine sense and search around for the place where Qinghu was located, Zhique suddenly heard a shout: "Senior Brother Zhique!"

"Hey, who?---ah, it's not good・・・・・・" Zhique replied casually, and was immediately frightened!

An irresistible force of attraction is like a huge whirlpool, pulling Zhique towards an endless unknown abyss!

He didn't have time to react at all, even the powerful life-saving skill that triggered the Soul Burning Lamp was too late!

Only Qinghu, only Qinghu has such anti-heaven power!

I didn't expect that my Zhique would be taken away by my own secret treasure! I am not reconciled! Zhique's heart roared wildly, and finally lost his last consciousness in the turbulent whirlpool of the narrow and crowded space.

A small cyan gourd hung quietly upside down in the air of the Death Desert, and at this moment, the magical light that had been exhausted seemed to be quietly waiting for someone's summons.

"Master, ah! Wise and martial master, you are really scared to death Shaba! This unlucky terrible green gourd was ・・・・・・ by you hahaha, you used it to collect that bald guy? It's so happy, hahahahaha~--"

A huge figure suddenly set off a boundless sand wave and drilled out of the ground, it was none other than the ninth-order crab monster sand ba.

And the young man who stood on its back with a surprised face but suddenly bloomed with a strange figure and charm, wasn't it Meng Yang who was taken in by Qinghu?

What has been going on all this time?