The yellow sand is long, and the scorching sun scorches this boundless desert, looking down from above like a huge bead against a yellow curtain. Watermark Ad Test: Watermark Ad Test

"What the hell is this place! Isn't it the main tomb? How can it be a desert!" Ye Zui took off his coat and stretched it out, barely supporting it on top of his head to shield Dong Mo'er from the scorching sun, since after the test of the old man before, Ye Zui's attitude towards Dong Mo'er has reversed, and he has taken care of him meticulously and has not let Dong Mo'er be hurt in the slightest.

No one expected that behind the door would be a vast expanse of yellow sand, and when they walked through the door, the door disappeared in place, leaving them with no way out. If it weren't for the fact that a few people were good at cultivating, they would really faint under the scorching sun, but despite this, several people were also sweating profusely, especially Lingxi.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that Lingxi's lips were chapped, his cheeks were flushed, and an unhealthy flush seemed to faint at any time. Huang Junyu thought about it deeply, not because Ling Xi's cultivation was low, but more because Ling Xi had an extremely yin physique, and he had extremely yin and cold blood in his body, and now in the face of the scorching sun in the tomb of the Chiyan Dao people, it must have been the heat after all.

"I'm so uncomfortable, it seems that the blood in my body is about to evaporate!" Lingxi's voice was a little hoarse due to lack of water, and she pressed her head in a drowsy way to make herself more awake, but she still couldn't change it.

Huangjun Yu took off his robe, carried the weak Lingxi behind him, and then covered Lingxi with his robe to shield him from the scorching sun. After doing all this, Huang Junyu said to Xiao Hei hovering overhead, "Go and see where you can get out!"

After receiving the command, Xiao Hei let out a long whistle, and the eagle's chirp resounded in the sky, and the eagle's wings vibrated slightly.

"This should be a formation, as long as you find the heart of the formation, you will definitely be able to break the formation!" Huang Junyu carried Ling Xi on his back and led a few people to keep hurrying, and Ximen Xiaolou walked at the back to prevent accidents.

"If there is no treasure in this place, I will write Ye Zui's name upside down!" As Ye Zui said, he no longer believed what the old man said. In fact, not to mention Ye Zui, even Huangjun Yu and Ximen Xiaolou also felt that there must be a treasure in the main tomb of the Chiyan Dao people, otherwise why did they spend so much thought, was it simply to protect themselves from being disturbed by the outside world after death? In their opinion, this kind of prohibition of all organs, whether it is the Jiuding Tomb or the Scorching Sun Desert, has its deeper meaning. And what made Huang Junyu feel most uneasy was that he vaguely felt that this was even a bureau set up by the people of Chiyan Dao.

Xiao Hei flew back in less than a cup of tea, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he was not affected by the heat wave at all. After muttering a few words in the ear of Huang Junyu, he flew to Ye Zui's shoulder again, and there was a touch of energy on his silent little black face compared to before.

"There's an altar ahead, but it seems to be forbidden!" Wasteland added as he informed Black Eagle of the news from Black Hawk, "And there are several groups of people who have arrived before us and have already fought for the altar." ”

The Nine Ding Tombs are divided into nine, and the Huangjun Yu and they only occupy the Douzi Tomb, and the other eight tombs do not rule out that there are capable people or opportunities to come out of the Nine Ding Tombs before them. A few people were not ambiguous, seeing that Lingxi's situation was almost unsupportable, even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of them, they had to flow, and if there was no way out, they could only give it a go!

The altar was located five miles away in front of the barren monarch and the fisher, and several people went straight to the altar without the slightest stop. And when he was about to approach the altar, he heard the sound of earth-shattering fighting, all kinds of true elements flashing under the scorching sun, and there were people bleeding in the cruel fight every moment. Huangjunyu ignored the stumps and broken legs along the way, and he went around what he could bypass, and killed those who couldn't. Although the Heavenly Sin Sword has lost its sword soul, Ye Drunk is Heavenly Sin, and Heavenly Sin is Ye Drunk, and the two have long been merged into one. Ye drunk was the first to encounter someone to kill, and when he met a Buddha and killed a Buddha, his white clothes swept through countless bloodsheds, and it was still not the dust.

After a while, several people finally saw the altar. The altar made of old bluestone is octagonal, and there is nothing left on the altar except for a tall stone tablet. It's not so much an altar as a tombstone, just a few epitaphs.

There is no yellow sand or scorching sun in the place where the altar stands, and there must be only the square circle in the long yellow sand that is a cool place to escape the heat. There were two groups of people on the altar, and it seemed that they had just finished arguing and fighting, and for some reason, the two sides stopped and looked at each other angrily, and the desolate monarch Yu carried Lingxi on his back and swept over everyone's heads and fell on the altar. Huang Junyu didn't care about the taboo at all, put down Lingxi and let him lean against the stone tablet. Due to the lack of scorching sun, Lingxi gradually gasped for breath, and his complexion eased a lot.

"Hey, where did you come from, I don't know whether to live or die!" The people under the altar saw that Huang Junyu flew directly to the altar, and they didn't care about arguing for the time being, and reprimanded.

At this moment, Huang Junyu was still taking care of Lingxi, and he didn't care about everyone at all. This is extremely angry in the eyes of the people below the altar, the two of us have fought to the death for this altar, and you will not give an explanation if you come up to the altar first? How can they endure it, and the two sides rarely have a tacit understanding and directly draw their swords and rush to the altar. And when everyone rushed to the halfway point, a sword light flashed, hooking up several zhang of yellow sand, like a yellow waterfall. The crowd stopped suddenly, and the yellow sand dispersed, only to see a ditch several feet deep that separated the altar from the yellow sand. The people who can go here at least have the ability to press the bottom of the box, although the deep ditch of several zhang is amazing, it is not difficult to pass, but they are not afraid of this line, but they are afraid of the people on the altar.

Ye Zui held the Heavenly Sin in his hand, standing proudly on the altar, rarely exuding a sharp edge, and countless sword qi swirled around him, as if as long as Ye Zui had a thought, he could tear through the void and devour the people under the altar.

Feeling such a cold and powerful murderous aura, everyone had an extra layer of goosebumps on their hands, and the scorching sun couldn't hide Ye Zui's cold killing intent!

"Wild man?" Looking at the white-haired Wild Junyu, someone finally recognized his identity, and an old man with a white beard holding a long sword said in a deep voice.

"What about the desolate people? This is Mangcang!" A middle-aged man in a light brown robe blew his beard and glared, ignoring the identity of the desolate monarch fisher. This is also reasonable, people with wild surnames rarely set foot in the reckless, which also makes the world acquiesce to the particularity of the reckless treasures and capable people. And these gold diggers are all outlaws, they live a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife, where will they be afraid of the desolate monarch and the fisherman and the Dali.

Rao is middle-aged man was not convinced, but he did not sweep the line drawn by Ye Zui and rushed to the altar, he was not a stupid person in the venue, and it was the king to attack it in groups. Obviously, everyone had the same thoughts in their hearts, but no one dared to say it, and an inexplicable calm was formed in the field, only the sound of 'salsa' from the wind passing through the yellow sofa.

After the desolate monarch Yu placed Lingxi, he reached out and quietly stroked the stone stele, the uneven surface of the stele seemed to have gone through the wrinkles on the old man's face through the vicissitudes of life, exuding a simple ancient atmosphere. Huang Junyu slowly stood up and found that there was a notch at the top of the stone stele, the notch was three fingers wide, in the shape of a flame, but for some reason Huang Junyu was very familiar with this fire pattern: "It seems that I have seen it somewhere!"