Yi Heng heard several eagle chirps in his ears, and when he looked up, a big eagle loomed in the clouds.

He knew that in such a situation of killing all sides, it had been revealed that he was also a murderous person, but he still dared to chase after him alone, and he must be the level of a top genius.

And this time the pursuit of life and death, in this eagle's eye, there is no way to dodge, I am afraid that I will have to experience the despair of nine deaths again.

Twenty-seven days later, the fine grains of yellow sand in front of Yi Heng's eyes were very clear, and he was constantly inhaled and spit out by his own open mouth and rough breathing.

Widening his eyes hard, he vaguely looked at a long stretch of yellow sand in the distance, and in the distance were rolling hills, all of which were made of yellow sand.

This is the world of yellow sand, the sea of yellow sand, the continuous yellow sand meets the sky, and it is impossible to see where the end is.

This is the twenty-seventh day since the steppe monk caught up with him and pursued him wildly.

He remembered very well that even from the day he escaped, he had no concept of day and night, only escape, fight, and run away again.

In twenty-seven days, he once turned back and fought thirteen times with the monk who was chasing after him with an eagle.

The monk's name was Selemo, and in the steppe it means a sword.

When the monk shouted behind him, "Ao Han Selemo and the Taoist friends are fighting fairly." He knew that if he didn't work hard, he would not be able to escape from the beautiful grassland.

The Ao Han tribe is the master of the grassland royal court, and also the master of the entire grassland.

Its status in the grassland was much higher than that of the Holy Demon Sect in the Southwest Continent.

How easy is it for a monk to come out of such a huge force to hunt down and kill himself?

At least a top-level genius-level monk.

Sure enough, a day later, seeing that he could not escape from the sharp eyes of the eagle in the sky, he turned around and fought him.

But the fierce fight only lasted for dozens of breaths, even if it was only for dozens of breaths, it was still struggling on the edge of life and death four or five times, and it was extremely dangerous.

And on the grassland, how dare you fight with him for a long time, so you will fly away again after dozens of breaths, otherwise, you must use the way of snowflakes.

And after using that trick, how can he have the power to escape?

After only fighting for dozens of breaths, he knew that the monk's strength was definitely not below him, except for the ring, except for the gold devouring worm.

There are also body refining techniques, as well as fighting experience, and even a deep understanding of various exercises in the Southwest Continent.

Naturally, along with the rhyme that he is proud of, he has it, of course, he is just testing his strength, and he does not sacrifice the gossip plate.

In this case, it is naturally impossible for the two to distinguish the winner in an instant.

And his prowess seemed to have aroused the monk's interest, and he chased after him all the way.

In twenty-seven days, he turned around and fought thirteen times.

Later, he became farther and farther away from the depths of the grassland, turned around and fought with him for longer and longer, and experienced more and more life and death.

Later, when the man saw that he could not leave him alone, he summoned another man, and the monks who had been called were on the spot, and they were chasing after him, and they surrounded him.

The last time I fought was in this desert, and the last time I fought hard was yesterday.

He saw that Selemo was really like a sharp sword, and he was afraid that he would not return to his sheath if he did not see life and death.

After chasing at least 100,000 miles, they have been out of the grassland for two days and into the desert for two days, and the monk is still unwilling, and he will gather one person over.

When he saw the monk standing in the air in front of him, he knew that life and death were no longer up to him.

That monk's aura was so strong that it was not much different from the Seremo behind him, and it must also be a top-level genius.

At that time, the blood was on the head, and after being chased and killed for so long, a wave of anger broke out instantly, and he turned around and killed Selemo.

At that time, he was ready to die, but even if he died, he had to take him to the grassland holy land and live forever.

The three of them fought fiercely in the yellow sand for a day, and he finally fought a battle to the fullest.

Under the power of the word Qiankun and the gossip plate, he tried his best to solve the trick and barely fought to a draw with the two.

The other two were scarred, and he was covered in flesh and blood, and he was almost everywhere.

The eagle of the early stage of the second order was also slashed by him, and he no longer dared to come down to fight.

The two monks couldn't help but be terrified when they saw that he was so good that it was difficult to kill them with all their strength.

Just when he thought that the two of them would definitely retreat from the difficulty, the two of them glanced at each other, their faces showed ruthlessness, and they spewed out a few mouthfuls of blood, and actually sacrificed a third-order gold devouring insect from the spirit pet bag, which immediately shocked him.

After the Gold Devouring Worm advanced to the third order, the color of its body had turned purple gold, although the size was still like a fist, but the "buzzing" sound of its wings made him lose his mind in an instant.

A third-order early-stage gold-devouring insect could definitely hunt down an early-stage primordial infant-stage cultivator, how could he be an opponent when he was seriously injured?

At the critical moment, he had to use the snowflake path again, and in an instant, the gold-devouring insect stopped, and the two monks smiling and pounced on them also stopped.

Within a kilometer of him, only he could move.

A sword stabbed at the throat of Selemo, but at the last moment, Selemo was able to break free and slam his throat open.

The purple gold flying sword grazed his throat, slicing the short and thick neck in half, and his head immediately tilted to the side, spurting out surging blood in an instant.

Seriously injured by this, Selermo's eyes finally showed a look of great fear, and he recalled the gold devouring worm and turned his head and fled.

The other monk was also frightened by his trick and ran for his life, caught up with Selemo, picked him up, and flew towards the grassland in the blink of an eye

And he didn't even have time to see the two monks disappear, and in an instant he fell into the yellow sand, and only after a day and a night did he wake up.

At this time, I still have a splitting headache, and this time it is definitely much worse than the first time I used the way of snowflakes.

But on the contrary, the time to stop is much shorter, otherwise how could the monk still have his life?

At this time, he couldn't get up at all, he just wanted to raise his hand to gently sweep the yellow sand covering his face down.

But as soon as he raised his hand half an inch off the ground, the sweat on his forehead was rising, but as soon as the sweat came out, it was instantly absorbed by the yellow sand, turning into yellow mud and sticking to his forehead.

Then, he stopped this thankless task, and let the yellow sand that rose from time to time bury him.

The mana in the dantian has been exhausted, and the snatched Spirit Gathering Tiger Pill in the storage bag has long been used up.

But the cultivation was only vaguely improved, because the Gathering Spirit Tiger Pill was all used for escape, and it was not used for cultivation.

At this time, he was covered by the yellow sand, and he could not hold his strength, so he felt the heat coming from the yellow sand, like a burning flame, and wanted to burn his whole body to ashes.

But under extreme tiredness and weakness, his thoughts gradually stopped, and even after a day and a night, he gradually passed out again.

From the golden pill whose mana had been exhausted and was still in the dantian, a trace of mana was squeezed out, and a medium-grade spirit stone appeared above the mouth.

With all his strength, he opened his mouth and stuffed the spirit stone into his mouth, and immediately passed out.

The vast desert, the dead sea of sand, is always a monotonous color, as if this is a dead land with no life.

But in the desert, there are still countless demon beasts and animals living here, and the carrion crow is one of them, and it is also the lowest one.

The Crows feed exclusively on carrion, and their activities are held at noon, when the desert is at its hottest, when the smell of rotting corpses is at its strongest.

At this moment, another group of carrion crows hovered low in the sky.

A hand peeked out of the pile of dust below, and a torn muscle on top of the arm had begun to rot, emitting an aura that tempted them.

Constantly "croaking", adding a touch of life, or death, to this dead desert.

After circling the tea, a carrion crow could not resist the temptation, and fell straight down from the sky.

But before he could touch that hand, and was still about four or five feet above the ground, he immediately spread his wings and flew high, rushing back into the crows like arrows.

"Quack", there was a dead cry from the crows again, as if to mock the carrion crow, or to encourage it.

In another cup of tea, several carrion crows have performed like this seven or eight times.

When the hottest hour came, the smell of rot gradually became stronger, and after a young rotting crow fell, after finally not being able to resist the temptation, it no longer flew, raised its beak and pecked at the rotten flesh in its hand.

This scene shocked countless carrion crows in the sky and "croaked" again.

But the hand still didn't move, and the young carrion crow couldn't wait to swallow the carrion, and with two "quacks", it pecked at the rotten flesh in his hand again.

There was a loud noise, and dozens of carrion crows fell in an instant and began to peel off the yellow sand with their claws.

In a matter of moments, the sand was sliced open, revealing flesh that smelled of rancidity.

But the group of carrion crows were extremely excited, constantly cutting through the sand, while constantly pecking at the flesh.

However, after the carrion was removed, a thin layer of fresh flesh emerged from it, which made them very dissatisfied, as if they should have come a few days later.

But the rotten meat at the moment naturally will not be let go, and within half a cup of tea time, the yellow sand has been cut away by all of them, revealing a person in Tsing Yi with strips of cloth on his body.

It's just that at this time, it can't be described as a human being, except for the head, the flesh in other places has rotted, and it has been devoured by the carrion crow.

Now the whole body is just a skeleton wrapped in a thin layer of flesh and blood, and the internal organs and so on are clearly visible.

And the only intact head still holds fresh flesh that the Crow is not interested in.

Fortunately, on the thin flesh and blood, the meridians are all there, and a little bit of blood seeps out, which really makes the rotting crow not interested.

A carrion crow tore the carrion from its heart and swallowed it down its throat, revealing a heart the size of a fist.

"Quack" twice, all the carrion crows instantly struggled to fly into the sky, staring at the fist-sized heart in horror, beating once in a while, "Bang ~ Bang." ”

The carrion crow probably had never seen such a scene, although it was not full, but the remaining fresh meat was really not interested, so it scattered with a bang, and from time to time made a "quack" sound all the way away.

At this moment, a finger bone on the ground moved slightly, and the skeleton wrapped in a thin layer of flesh and blood flipped slightly.

Then the heart begins to beat faster, and visible blood is gradually produced, which is carried from the blood vessels from the meridians to all parts of the body.

At this time, it seemed that he felt pain, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, the sand on his eyelids slowly slid down, and his eyes slowly opened.

But the dazzling golden sunlight made him quickly close his eyes, as if remembering where this place was.

Yi Heng gradually recalled what happened before he fell unconscious, gritted his teeth slightly, the spirit stone in his mouth had melted away, and among the many monks in the world, I am afraid that he was the only one who devoured the spirit stone like this.

Even the Spirit Eaters wouldn't do this, but fortunately, there was that piece of spirit stone hanging from their lives and protecting their heads, otherwise they would have been dead for a long time by now.

It's just that when is it and how many days have passed?

Take a short break, Dan

Tanaka already has a trace of mana, and it is thought that it is the aura contained in that medium-grade spirit stone.

But most of the aura is used to save lives, and now there is only a trace of mana left.

With a thought in his mind, he once again removed a medium-grade spirit stone from the storage bag, which happened to fall in his left hand, making a "Kata" sound, and it felt wrong in an instant.

There is no doubt that the spirit stone is already above the left hand, but why didn't he feel the touch that the spirit stone should have?

Lifting his neck vigorously and looking at his left hand, there was a "sand" sound, and his head fell heavily on the yellow sand, causing the yellow sand to fly gently.

"How so?" the dry and pale lips slowly opened and closed, and the pale face showed a look of horror, and the already dull eyes instantly showed despair.

What did you see in your eyes? Outside of the head, almost all of the body remained, and there was only a thin layer of flesh attached to the bones, of course, there were a lot of key parts.

Just the meat? What about the muscles?

He shouted in his heart, and although he was shouting, he also knew that in this desert the day was like a fire, and the night was like freezing, and his flesh and blood were broken, and he was buried in the sand unconscious, and he could not possess himself.

In this extreme heat and cold, where can you keep your flesh and blood?

Even if there are no carrion crows to devour it, I am afraid that when I wake up and get together, the flesh and blood of my whole body will be separated from my bones, and I may even have my meridians broken, and at that time, I am afraid it will be even more serious.

It's just that it's not serious now, isn't it?

Few people passed by, and fortunately, very few people passed by, so no one answered him at this time.

"Why haven't you died yet?" he said with despair.

The vitality of the monk is far stronger than that of mortals, not to mention the late stage of Jindan monk, not to mention the five-layer talisman of the body refining technique.

But he would rather die at this time, how can this skeleton survive? How can he see people?

Reluctantly, he craned his neck again and examined his whole body carefully.

Fortunately, the meridians were still there, wrapped in a thin layer of fresh flesh, but it was enough to make anyone fearful.

In desperation, I felt that this time was too long, and closed my eyes, waiting for death to come or for the arrival of the demon beast that devoured the corpse.

The whole mind invades the past, recalls the past bit by bit, and slowly recalls, which is probably the feeling of dying.

A few hours later, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his heart instantly burst into laughter, and then he opened his pale lips with force, and the dry skin on his lips instantly cracked, leaching out a trace of blood and flowing into his mouth.

Although he tried his best, he could only barely open half of his mouth, and the bright red blood and Sensen's white teeth were instantly intertwined, making a terrifying laugh, but after a while, he was no longer powerless.

"The Dragon and Tiger Great Day Refining Body Recipe only has the fifth layer, and it has only reached the Jindan stage, and it has been refined, and if you want to go further, you must get the Yuan Infant Stage. ”

He looked happy at this time and secretly remembered.

On the same day, he asked Kong Yanxing to find the body refining technique, and Kong Yanxing also lived up to his expectations and found several body refining exercises.

But after careful study, he found that the power of his "Dragon and Tiger Great Day Refining Body Technique" was not much different, and the most important thing was that the Jindan stage could only be refined to the fifth layer realm, and if he wanted to go higher, he could only reach the advanced Yuan Infant stage.

Therefore, all the Jindan stage cultivators who practiced the body cultivation technique were not much different after refining to the fifth layer, such as Na Arislan and Na Selemo.

But there is a book of exercises that do not need to be cultivated to the realm, and that exercise is called "The Ancient Crazy Demon Refining Formula", when he read the content, he immediately threw it away, and secretly said in his heart, it is worthy of the Crazy Demon Refining Formula.

After refining the body refining technique to the fifth layer, you can refine the sixth layer with the same effect without advancing to the Yuan Infant Stage.

However, the method of cultivation of the sixth layer was extremely terrifying when he heard it, and it was estimated that no monk would dare to practice it.

The first few layers are roughly the same, refining skin, refining meat, refining bones, refining blood, and refining meridians.

And the sixth layer was so crazy that it directly refined the bones and directly exchanged the meat.

What monk would be so cruel as to scrape all the flesh of his body to the bones, and then use the bones to practice that exercise, and then practice that exercise to produce bloody flesh?

Even if it can be cruel to this extent, how can it bear the pain?

Thinking of the pain, he felt a faint pain all over his body at this time, but although it was extremely desperate just now, it shouldn't be so slight.

Upon closer inspection, I found that some small pieces of carrion were still on it, so it was no wonder that it didn't feel pain.

And at this time, this situation is the most suitable for refining the "Eternal Crazy Demon Refining Technique", and it is indeed the Eternal Crazy Demon, haha, he laughed at himself in his heart.

Don't think about it at the moment, if you can't possess yourself, I'm afraid you'll die faster, and it's naturally difficult to gather spiritual energy at this time.

With his left hand, no, it should be his left paw to put a medium-grade spirit stone in his mouth, use his mana to chew it hard, and devour it hard.

Piece after piece, the golden pill in the dantian gradually brightened a little, and the ninety-nine eighty-one wandering dragons above the golden pill had long been exhausted and disappeared, and now a faint figure appeared.

At this time, he no longer chewed the spirit stone, but put it on top of his two paws, running the exercises, absorbing the aura, and the meridians were still there, but he could also absorb the aura.

And it's much better than direct phagocytosis.

It's no wonder that on that small island, the Zerg did not directly devour the spirit stone, but let Chen Shoutian and the others cultivate into the spiritual liquid, and then directly suck the spiritual liquid.

A day later, the mana finally recovered a little, and there was a bone-shattering sound of "click", and he slowly tried to sit up, and with a thought, the purple light flying sword appeared in front of him.

It turned into a small sword the size of an inch, and under the control of the spiritual sense, it slowly removed the flesh attached to the bones on its body.