There is no more shelter in the desert, and because of this, a person who escapes must be sure that he wants to succeed in fighting back.

Wang Xiangyun doesn't feel that he is completely sure, at least not yet. Feng Xia, who forcibly absorbed the third-order desolate crystal, definitely had the possibility of killing himself with one sword just now, even if this possibility was small, it was enough for him to do whatever it takes, and even use the only third-order additional ability of the Tiger Roar Knife, the "Living Corpse Servant", to help him stop Feng Xia.

His own life is more important than anything else, this is Wang Xiangyun's highest creed.

Thankfully, the injuries caused to Feng Xia by the stab of the Tiger Roaring Knife were definitely not as easy as Feng Xia said. As a token of the heirs of the Black Tiger Gang, Wang Xiangyun may be the person who knows best about the power of the Tiger Roaring Knife except for his father Wang Jing, in addition to the one-time mysterious domain ability "Living Corpse Servant", the Tiger Roaring Knife itself also carries two arrays of first-order combat domain abilities: burning and severe wounds, the latter will deepen the destruction of human cells by the Tiger Roaring Knife, while the former will cause continuous desolate energy erosion damage to the wound.

With the blessing of these two abilities, the power of the Tiger Roaring Knife's stab can be imagined, not to mention that his own knife has penetrated deep into Feng Xia's body, even if he delays his injury with the help of the huge desolate energy contained in the third-order desolate crystal, but with such a huge amount of energy, how can it be that Feng Xia can completely control it?

Once his Devourer ability could no longer suppress that huge amount of desolate energy, the power that supported him to defeat himself and Chen Bai would instantly turn into a deadly poison, detonating his body like a balloon, and this time, there was no Sun Liang who could help him fight the accumulated desolate energy.

However, Wang Xiangyun was not ready to turn back and completely solve Feng Xia when he was weak—not because he didn't want to mend the knife, but because he didn't want to take risks. Chen Bai and Xu Ji are dead, and this harvest is enough for him to return to Su Yang with satisfaction, as for the potential threat of Feng Xia, Wang Xiangyun doesn't think it will be a big problem.

"After all, in the future, everyone will be the ones who eat under the Great Commander Xia Wei, I don't believe it, you can really risk offending the Xia Wei Commander to deal with me?"

Wang Xiangyun glanced back, the wind and sand obscured his vision, but there was no trace of Feng Xia within his sensing range, and he also knew that his top priority now was not to hunt down himself but to find a way to heal his injuries.

Wang Xiangyun touched his chin, slowed down his pace slightly, adjusted the desolate energy in his body that was disordered and unstable when he fled before, and a grim sneer appeared on his face: "But I heard before that the little girl named Feng Su should also be in Xia Wei's Mansion, if she can make raw rice and mature rice, I don't think this Young Master Feng can do anything to me anymore." ”

……

Different from what Wang Xiangyun envisioned, the situation in Fengxia was much better.

Maybe it was the pressure of absorbing the second-order desolate crystal before, this time the desolate devouring was more "skilled" when suppressing the desolate energy of the third-order desolate crystal, coupled with the huge injuries brought by the Tiger Roaring Knife were encroaching on the desolate energy in Feng Xia's body all the time to repair it, Feng Xia's current situation was a few points better than when he devoured the second-order desolate crystal before.

However, the fact that he is still unable to exert the true power of Devouring the Desolation has not changed.

The strongest point of devouring the famine is not in the "devouring", but in the "famine", which is what the person who developed this ability in his previous life said.

"Induction, deprivation, devouring, sucking, absorbing.

These are the five characteristics of Devourer, which come from five different fourth-order evolutionary domain abilities, and they constitute the "Devouring" of Devourer.

The desolation is the re-creation after devouring everything, and a new space is constructed based on the devouring desolate energy, where a unique cycle of desolate energy is formed...... Do you understand? ”

Feng Xia in his memory shook his head in confusion, the old man in a researcher's clothes rolled his eyes vigorously, scratched his head and thought about it, clapped his hands and said: "It means that you are equal to twice as many wasted energy reserves as others—an extra big blood vial, and you are still the kind that can replenish yourself, do you understand?" ”

"Oh, I see." Feng Xia nodded in realization.

A tornado suddenly erupted on the desert, the radiant clouds began to swirl with the gale, and a vortex that took up almost half of the sky slowly emerged in the air, as if to enroll everything in it.

Tornadoes of this magnitude can only occur in the center of the desert, but this is the edge of the desert!

And Feng Xia was standing in the center of the tornado, his eyes closed, as if he didn't know what was going on in the outside world.

A gray hare suddenly leaped up from the sand dunes not far away, kicked the ground with its powerful hind legs, and then rushed into the tornado without hesitation, followed by an adult sand wolf that pursued it, and the two wild beasts rushed straight in, one after the other, as if they were familiar with the tornado.

The hare and sand wolf passed the tornado unscathed, or to put it another way.

Tornadoes didn't seem to them to exist.

The wound on Feng Xia's waist in the center of the eye of the wind began to have purple brilliance circulating, and the shocking wound began to heal gradually at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The boy's eyes were still closed, and he slowly fell down behind him towards the sky.

The tornado was still revolving around the boy, and many of the beasts that lived on the edge of the desert began to return to their nests after the battle, or began their hunting life, crossing the dunes to avoid the sandstorm, and passing through the tornado again and again, but always ignoring it, just like the tornado......

It simply does not exist in this world in general.

Feng Xia's body still didn't move, and in the depths of his consciousness, an unfamiliar voice quietly sounded.

"Welcome back......"

In the depths of consciousness, there was a bright sky, and the sun shone through the window into the hut and hit a young boy in the face.

The young man struggled to open his eyes, and the morning sun was a little dazzling, making him subconsciously squint.

The strange voice that woke him up was no longer there, Feng Xia sat up from the bed, looked at everything strange and familiar in front of him in a daze, touched the familiar shirt on his body, took a deep breath, and jumped off the bed, as if he had slept for too long and his body had no time to adapt, and he stumbled a little.

Feng Xia opened the door of the hut.

Outside the door was a black mist, and in the deepest part of the mist, a faint purple glow was circulating.

Feng Xia turned his head slowly, his gaze habitually resting on the calendar at the bedside behind him.

April 30, 2020, the eighth day of the fourth month of the lunar calendar.

Fifty years ago!

In the center of the tornado, at the eye of the wind, the rich desolate energy extracted by the third-order desolate crystal has wrapped Feng Xia's entire person inside, looking at it from a distance, it is like a purple cocoon, and if you look closer, you can see that in the center of the cocoon, Feng Xia is lying quietly in the desolate energy package, countless thin desolate energy silk threads like cobwebs connect him with the cocoon, and the rich desolate energy slowly enters his body like this, and is finally completely absorbed by his body - or stored by another existence in his body.

The wound on the boy's waist has healed completely.

In the depths of his consciousness, Feng Xia took a deep breath, turned around and returned to the bedroom, wanting to go to the window to see the scene outside, but the moment he turned around, his consciousness suddenly shook, and then the whole hut began to slowly become shallow, like an ink landscape painting, slowly transpiring into mist, and finally disappeared in front of Feng Xia.

The whole process is just a turn of Feng Xia.

"Is this a dream...... Feng Xia subconsciously pinched himself, as if pinching on a large ball of cotton, but there was a real pain.

Feng Xia looked at his left hand, turned his gaze to the purple light in the darkness, and said softly: "Or is this the 'wilderness' that I haven't really entered from my previous life to the fault line of memory?" ”

The mist that had turned into the steaming hut shook suddenly, and then turned into a thin line, and a faint lilac light was circulating, which stood out in the dark mist.

The thin line began to stretch slowly, and finally connected with the purple light in the distance.

"Is this guiding me through?" Feng Xia muttered to himself and began to move forward along the thin line.

Regardless of whether this is a dream or a wasteland, so far Feng Xia has not felt any malicious existence here. And the disappearance of the hut shows that the existence that led itself here does not want to turn back, so it is better to follow this thin line to the end and take a look before making a decision.

In fact, the real reason is that this person who is used to meeting is too lazy to think, and the experience of the third life has not taught him what to do in this situation to be the safest, since this is the case, then choose the most labor-saving method, after all, looking at the current situation, he is obviously not the opponent of the existence that he summoned himself, since this is the case, then why bother to embarrass himself?

Being able to explain laziness so much, Feng Xia felt that he was really a clear stream in the traverser world...... Or it's more appropriate to use mudslides.

What Feng Xia didn't know was that at the moment when he pinched his left hand, the purple cocoon, which had been very calm, suddenly shook violently, and then a large amount of desolate energy instantly poured into his body, and with the absorption of desolate energy, a large amount of purple mist evaporated from the cocoon, and after it drifted away, the originally thick cocoon was already a circle smaller.

And at this moment, Feng Xia, who was in the depths of his consciousness, had gradually approached the purple light, and the unfamiliar voice also sounded in his heart again, but it was not as clear as it was at the beginning, but as the distance between Feng Xia and the silkworm cocoon continued to close, the voice gradually became clearer.

The thin line stretched to the end, in front of a sphere that glowed purple. Under the illumination of the purple light, the surrounding dark mist dispersed, forming a small circle, just enough for Feng Xia to stand opposite the ball of light.

That unfamiliar voice finally resounded clearly in Feng Xia's heart again.

"Welcome back, my host."