Ding Er is kind-hearted, after all, it will be too late to regret it when he enters it.

"We're not leaving." Miao Ruoling answered.

"Rest assured, no matter what happens, we won't blame anyone."

Miao Ruoling said so, and Ding Er nodded.

"Let's go." In the night, they walked into the path of life and death.

The sand slid down the sides of the shoes, making a rustling sound that was particularly noticeable in this environment.

"It doesn't look any different here, does it?"

As a disciple of Linlang Pavilion spoke, he looked curiously at the sand below, but he didn't see any danger.

He took another step unconcernedly.

The step that should have stepped heavily on the ground was like falling into some kind of pothole, and the center of gravity of the body was unstable, and the body leaned forward.

Under his feet, the sand slumped down, creating a suction force that pulled the man and tried to engulf him.

"Save ......"

Before he could shout for help, Ding Er, who had been prepared, pulled people up.

After seeing that the person was fine, Ding Er frowned and stared at the sand under his feet.

"What, what's wrong?"

After seeing Ding Er's solemn expression, the disciple who was still apprehensive always felt that something big had happened.

"The range has expanded again, and there were no quickbunkers here last time."

The desert turbulence is always changing, but it can be regarded as having a pattern to follow, and the reason why their Ding family is so famous in this life and death path is that they have mastered certain laws.

"In recent days, I've heard that there have been a lot of changes here."

Ding Wu answered.

"Be careful."

Ding San also muttered.

Once you get entangled in quicksand, if you don't get out in time, you will be swallowed, not children, you know what the consequences are.

"Then follow me, and better step where I walk."

Ding Er solemnly instructed everyone, and after they nodded, Ding Er walked back to the front to lead the way.

In this process, Ding Wu always maintained a listening posture, one step behind Ding Er, and made eye contact with Ding Er from time to time.

Under the feet of these two people, it was as if there was a path that the rest of the people could not see, and they stepped on this road, and continued very calmly.

It's a smooth road, but the people who follow behind it are uncomfortable.

The turbulence on the path of life and death changes every day, and no one knows where those quicksand pits are coming from.

Every time they pass through here, they either have the courage of the artists to fight for their luck, or they fill it with human lives.

And the people who did this operation were all brothers of the Qiao Gang, tools who didn't explore the way.

In order to avoid being discovered, they followed a little far, and they couldn't see how Ding Er got there.

"What now?" The little brother asked, hesitating, it was night, it was dark, looking at the sand in front of him, it was like a man-eating monster.

"What else can I do, keep up, don't forget the boss's words."

They have been coveting Ding's family secrets for a long time, and they must get their hands on them this time.

"Hurry up."

Pushed a little brother forward, the little brother trembled, and after walking a few steps forward, it was okay, and then he showed a reassuring smile.

He said he was lucky.

Perhaps these steps gave him confidence, he accelerated his pace, and the people behind him naturally followed.

"Well, hurry up."

The voice that took the lead was excited, and when he conquered this path of life and death tonight, there would be a place for him in the Qiao Gang in the future.

With good anticipation, he took another step forward, and then his expression froze.

At his feet, the bunker fell.

It was so fast that it swept people down almost instantly, and all that left for the little brother was a scream, hovering in the silence of the night.

The story happens so fast that no one can stop it.

The head is in second place, and he is almost behind.

"This ......"

The rest of the people looked at each other, and they could see the rejection in their eyes.

No one wants to leave their lives here for no reason.

"What to see, go on!"

"You, hurry up."

The head pointed to a person casually, and the man opened his mouth wide in disbelief, but under the fierce eyes of the head of the head, he had to come over.

Avoiding his predecessor's bad luck, he shifted his direction and was quite smooth.

He didn't dare to relax his carelessness, so he could only carefully touch forward, and there was no accident for more than a dozen steps, and when he was concentrating, there was a scream behind him.

In the team, one of the people accidentally walked a little to the left, and just a little bit, fell into the bunker.

The key is that when he fell, he also grabbed his companion's arm.

The companion was pulled down without being prepared at all.

The rest tried to help, but the suction pulled them down, and the sand at their feet showed signs of collapsing.

There is no way, they can only let go and watch their own people disappear in front of them.

"I'm not doing it, I'm not leaving!"

Someone broke down and shouted.

It's only been a long time, and three people have died.

No matter how important the boss's order is, they can't waste their lives.

This is said even if the head does not refute it.

He looked viciously ahead.

They don't have the ability of the Ding family, and they follow it relatively far, delaying this effort, and there is no trace of the Ding family in front of them.

If you continue to follow, it seems to be in vain.

"Withdraw the way you came!" Gritting his teeth, he gave the order.

You can't really let everyone lose here, and if you want to follow secretly, you can't do it, so you can only pin your hopes on the boss's side.

Anyway, those people are going to the Golden Island, and that side has long been under the control of Boss Qiao.

Perhaps because the desert was too empty, and the monks were too deaf and clear-sighted, the movements made by those people still reached the ears of Ding Er and the others along the night wind.

They were surprised that those people were still following, but now, Ding Er was relieved.

Here, no one dares to track it at will.

When he didn't hear it, Ding Er continued to lead the way, sometimes adjusting the direction.

"Do you see that?"

Meng Lin's voice appeared in Lu Yun's mind.

"Hmm." Lu Yun also sent the sound back.

Her gaze fell on Ding Wu, who was very ...... Peculiar.

Although his cultivation is average, his five senses are very strong, and the way the other party uses can be described as listening to the voice and distinguishing the position.

Beneath the sand, there were subtle, different sounds all the time.

Everywhere the sound is, where the turbulence is generated.

Every time Ding Wu listened, his ears would move slightly, and it was when Lu Yun discovered this that he realized this secret.

But Lu Yun can't do what Ding Wu did.

The turbulence below had been changing, and she could hear it, but the sounds were intertwined, like a big bell with many small bells in it.

Shake up, all the little bells collide with each other and ring noisily, you can know that there are bells in there, but you can't match those sounds with each bell, let alone distinguish the gap between the bells, that is, the safe road that Ding Er took them on.

But Ding Xiaowu did it.