In this scorching desert, the monk's body was only white bones, something should have gnawed away his flesh, it seems that this desert is not so calm as it seems.

He Ping became alert and clenched the small sword in his hand.

The sand under your feet is extremely slippery, soft to step on, but it is very laborious to walk.

He Ping climbed a sand dune with difficulty, wiped his sweat, and continued to walk. When you go down, you save a lot of effort, and you can move forward with the momentum.

He Ping secretly wondered if he would be faster if he shrunk his body into a ball and rolled down the sand dunes, but he was afraid of a demon beast attack, so he didn't dare to do that.

He Ping quickly walked down from the sand dunes and came to a relatively flat sandy area. The ground here is unusually smooth, and there is not a single plant around, as if the water was smooth.

He Ping grabbed a handful of fine sand, and the red grains of sand slipped from between his fingers like flowing water, and there was not a single grain left in his hands.

Why is the sand here this color, does it contain iron? He Ping thought so, not noticing that the sand under his feet seemed to be slightly concave.

He Ping's feet had just stepped into the depression, and suddenly felt that his feet were empty, he instinctively pounced to the side, stretched out his hand, and wanted to insert his arm into the sand to increase a little resistance, but the sand was extremely slippery and could not be focused at all.

He Ping's body quickly slid underground. But he didn't panic, even if he sank into the ground, he wasn't afraid, it was a big deal to use the earth talisman to get out, there was no danger, but he wasted an earth talisman and lost a means of saving his life.

Most of He Ping's body had sunk into the sand, and he simply closed his eyes and carefully felt everything around him. In the flowing sand, something like a rope quietly wrapped around his legs.

This was He Ping's first reaction, and before he could make any further movements, a tingling pain came from his ankle. He Ping curled up his body, and his upper body immediately sank into the sand. A punch with a wood poison spell is struck downward.

Bang ——, this punch is like hitting a mess of defeat. With a miserable scream——, a huge force came from He Ping's legs, throwing He Ping into the air, bringing up the sand and dust in the sky.

With a pop, He Ping fell on the sand dune, and the sand dune was smashed into a big pit.

The sand was loose and soft, but He Ping didn't fall painfully, but his ankles hurt a little. He took a look and saw two small bloody holes under his ankle bone, gurgling and bleeding.

Not far away, a giant insect with the size of a water tank was lying on the sand. The giant worm's mouth was wide open, the roof of its jaw was visibly deformed, and a yellow liquid flowed between its jagged teeth, some of which were viscous, I don't know if it was its blood.

Two long snakes stretched out from their jaws, writhing and wide, their forked tongues shaking and hissing. What the hell is this, is it a snake or a worm? It was the snake that entangled itself and bit him.

The giant insect lay on the ground, its head swinging slowly. He Ping got up from the sand and patted the sand on his body. The giant worm's head slammed into He Ping, and rushed over like an arrow. He Ping took out the small cyan sword and slashed it head-on.

Between the lightning and the fire, the giant worm's body twisted, and it dodged the small sword and continued to bite He Ping. He Ping's wrist flicked, the little sword drew a semicircle, and with a poof, a snake's head was cut off by the small sword. The medium-grade magic weapon was really extraordinary, and there was almost no resistance when it hit the snake's head. The giant insect screamed again violently, and the sound shook the eardrums.

The giant insect didn't seem to have high intelligence, and after suffering two losses in a row, it was not afraid, opened its mouth, and bit He Ping again. This time, He Ping saw clearly that the two long snakes were the tongues of giant insects, only half of which were cut off, and the back half of their bodies were on the jaws of giant insects. The giant worm's mouth is lined with spiky teeth. He Ping flew up with a kick and picked up the giant insect from the sand. The moment the giant insect left the ground, the emerald green sword slashed out, leaving a long wound on the giant insect's neck. This sword brought the power of ice, and a layer of frost formed near the wound of the giant worm, and the speed of movement was noticeably slow. He Ping followed up, raised his sword in his hand, and cut off the head of the giant insect. This kind of insect combat power is not strong, it can only be barely counted as a second-level demon beast, the only advantage is that it is good at hiding in the red sand, and with psychological preparation, it is effortless to kill. On the next journey, He Ping killed a lot of giant insects. He Ping's only concern was that the mana consumption was a bit large, and he didn't have enough pills to restore his mana.

In addition to this giant insect, He Ping also encountered another flying demon beast. The most obvious feature of this monster beast is that its ears are particularly large, its body is covered with fine hair, its huge fleshy wings fly almost silently, its slender tail is like a long whip, and there is a dagger-like hook on the tip. When He Ping encountered this kind of demon beast, he felt that the main attack method of this demon beast should be its long tail and its sharp teeth like blades. The demon beast opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth more than two inches long. He Ping clenched his sword, ready to meet the head-on blow of the demon beast. A palpitating feeling swept over, and He Ping felt his internal organs vibrate with it. Not good, sonic attack! He Ping was completely unprepared, and he didn't know how to prepare for this sonic attack. He Ping could only cover his ears with his hands, trying not to let this sound wave enter his ears. With a pop, a yellow mass was sprinkled on He Ping's body. That kind of thing just got on He Ping's clothes, and it actually burned brightly! What a sinister way of attacking, He Ping took off his clothes with lightning speed. Thanks to the cotton clothes he wears now, otherwise he would have turned into tar and stuck to his skin. The sonic attack of the demon beast came again, and He Ping not only covered his ears this time, but also paid attention to the actions of the demon beast. Sure enough, the demon beast spewed out another mouthful of yellow liquid, and He Ping dodged it. The yellow liquid burns on the sand. The demon beast kept repeating such attacks, which made He Ping extremely depressed, and he was almost unable to get off his feet. In this hot desert, there are still patches of fire. He Ping thought about it several times, but he was still not willing to throw out the emerald green sword, he put the small sword in the storage bag and took out the mace. The demon beast has been attacking at a high altitude, He Ping can't reach it at all, so he can only throw it with his weapon, but he is afraid that he will not be able to kill the demon beast, and his weapon will be taken away by the demon beast. The emerald green sword is a medium-grade magic weapon, and if it is lost, it will be lost, so it was replaced with a mace. He Ping saw the opportunity and threw the mace violently. To say that He Ping's luck is not bad, the mace not only swept the head of the demon beast, but also scratched one of the demon beast's eyes with a nail. The ——, demon beast screamed, and turned around and fled.

He Ping took out a set of clothes from the storage bag and put them on, picked up the mace, and wiped the sweat from his head, the battle made his hair feel as if it had been washed. He Ping was extremely depressed in his heart, I'm afraid he was the only one who was so miserable, right? Being bullied like this by a second-level demon beast! It is estimated that if he was replaced by other monks, after a few spells, this demon beast would turn to ashes! Who let him not reach the fourth level of qi training, and he would not be able to use a long-range spell? Among these sects, he is the only one with such a low cultivation! In fact, He Ping thought a little simply, there was still a difference between the demon beasts in the Blood Sand Secret Realm and the demon beasts near the sect, this kind of sonic attack alone was not something that ordinary people could withstand, even if it was an ordinary mid-stage Qi cultivation disciple, under the sonic attack, most of them were holding their heads in their hands and fell to the ground. Many of the disciples who came to the secret realm died under this kind of demon beast. This is still the periphery of the secret realm, and if you enter the depths of the secret realm, the danger level will increase by a hundred times.

On the way, He Ping had only encountered this flying demon beast once, and the others were all giant insects. What made He Ping strange was that along the way, He Ping didn't meet anyone. Nearly a thousand monks, where have they gone? Wouldn't they all die in the mouths of demon beasts?

A day later, on top of a sand dune, He Ping saw a charred corpse, and the smell of roasted meat wafted with the heat. The corpse's clothes were burned, even its hair was burned. The corpse's chest was cut open, and the entrails were devoured by something. Looking at the style of the shoes on the corpse, the other party should not be a disciple of Tianyimen.

The disciple's clothes were burned, and he didn't know if the storage bag was still there. He Ping flipped through the body and found a storage bag from the position of the lower back. There are not many things in the storage bag, a silver hammer of a lower-grade magic weapon, and thirty low-grade spirit stones. It seems that this man is also poor!

He Ping dug a hole in the sand dunes with his hands, buried the monk, and bowed to the buried sand. If you take other people's things, you can't repay them, at least let them settle down.

As night fell, the temperature in the desert turned sharply, the heat receded like a tide, and the cold enveloped the heavens and the earth.

He Ping was tired from walking and sat at the foot of a sand dune to rest. I don't know how big this desert is, but after walking for more than half a day, the surrounding scenery has not changed at all. He only had three months to spare, and he didn't know how much time he would have to waste in this barren desert.

He Ping took out a piece of dry food and ate it with cold water. He had to hurry for a while, and compared to the heat of the day, He Ping felt more comfortable at night.

The starry sky overhead seemed very unfamiliar, and he couldn't find a familiar constellation, but fortunately He Ping remembered the direction he walked during the day. A little to the south, in what he thinks, there are three brighter stars. The three stars are rehearsed in a regular triangle, which is easy to identify, and it is good to use these three stars to identify the direction at night. In addition to these stars, He Ping also silently noted the positions of several brighter stars around him, in case their positions changed over time, he would have a reference.

There was no moon, only a sky full of stars, and the desert was a little dim. The originally dark red sand dunes under his feet turned black, and He Ping walked forward one foot deep and one shallow foot on the black sand.

Not far away, two pale green bright spots appeared, which were the eyes of something. Although it was a little dim, He Ping could still see the silhouette of the other party, which was a small beast with a slender body. The little beast was born with limbs and dragged a thick tail. At this moment, the little beast was raising its forelimbs, straightening its body, and staring at He Ping carefully.

The creature looks a bit like a weasel, but it's more than twice as much larger. In the night, the beast's fur was a little black, and I don't know what color it was, at least not yellow.

The little beast looks extremely smooth, and it must have a shiny hair, coupled with a cute expression, it looks very cute.

The little beast chirped twice and rushed towards He Ping, and it was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the little beast had already rushed in front of He Ping, and jumped up, like a sharp arrow straight into He Ping's throat.

He Ping leaned slightly and punched the little beast's stomach. The little beast waved its front paws and grabbed He Ping's wrist. He Ping didn't dodge, and the fist hit the soft place in front of the little beast's belly, and boom, the little beast was knocked out. He Ping's wrist also left a deep blood mark.

The power of He Ping's punch was more than a thousand catties, and the little beast was obviously beaten not lightly, falling to the ground like a snowball, and rolling far away.

He Ping didn't pursue, thinking that the little beast would definitely retreat if it suffered a big loss, right? Who knew that it actually shook its head a little dizzy and rushed towards He Ping again. This guy is not afraid of death.

This kind of little beast almost doesn't know any spells, it is extremely fast, and extremely resistant to fighting, and it was hit by He Ping's ten punches in a row, although the corners of the mouth were soaked in blood, but it still maintained its combat effectiveness. On the other hand, the sleeve of He Ping's right arm has turned into strips of cloth, and there are three deep scratches on his arm. A cut was also made on the front chest of He Ping's robe, and blood stains were scratched on his chest.

He Ping's self-sustaining body skills are excellent, and if an ordinary monk is hit by him, he will definitely break his bones and tendons, let alone ten punches. The attack speed of the little beast is not something that ordinary monks can resist, as long as it is close to it, even if it is a late-stage Qi cultivation monk, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape the fate of being bitten off the throat.

Such a fierce little beast, He Ping saw it for the first time, and there was a hint of appreciation in his heart, but he couldn't waste too much time here. Thinking of this, He Ping drew his sword and prepared to end the battle. At this moment, two identical little beasts appeared in the distance, and just like the situation just now, the two little beasts rushed towards He Ping frantically.

Besieged by the three little beasts, the pressure on He Ping increased greatly, and he had to deal with it with all his might.

He Ping pinched the spell and silently added a wood poison spell to his sword. One bit He Ping's back, a small beast rushed to He Ping's ribs, and another small beast actually bit between He Ping's legs. He Ping rolled sideways, the tip of his sword lightly picked, and hit the throat of the most rogue little beast.

Under He Ping's full urging, the magic weapon in the sect was extremely sharp, and with a pop, the tip of the sword pierced the throat of the little beast.

A bloody arrow erupted from the beast's neck, and its body fell to the sand, convulsing, and it was no longer alive.

He Ping just wanted to relax, but saw three more small beasts appear on the sand dunes. These three little beasts, like those little beasts, rushed over to attack frantically when they saw He Ping.

He Ping is a little big now, he is not afraid of one or two small beasts, so many fierce guys who are not afraid of death are besieging, he can't greet him.

He Ping added the Wind Movement to himself, turned around and ran, and these little beasts chased after him. With the blessing of the spell, He Ping's speed is just about the same as the speed of the little beast behind, the little beast can't catch up with He Ping, and He Ping can't get rid of the little beast.

It didn't go far before two more beasts joined the pursuit. After running some distance again, He Ping found that there was one more little beast chasing him behind him.

Soon after, there were more than twenty small beasts behind He Ping. Each of the little beasts was full of strength, as if they had a grudge against him. He Ping was depressed and dying, who could tell him what was wrong?

This night passed in a desperate escape, and just the simple spell of the Wind Walking Technique was about to exhaust He Ping's mana.

A yellow cloud appeared in front of him, He Ping didn't care about it at first, and only after running for a while did he realize that the yellow cloud was flying towards him, and at this time he realized that where was the yellow cloud! It was a large group of demon beasts waving their wings, which was the flying demon beast that he met yesterday that could breathe fire.

Yesterday one made him want to die, and now there is such a large group here, which still makes people live?

The speed of this demon beast is faster than him, and it can't escape at all! Such a group of demon beasts can burn him to the point that there is no slag left in a mouthful of flames.

What should I do, do I still run? If I go forward, I will die, stop or die! He Ping was a little embarrassed and simply stopped.

The flying demon beast screamed and flew above He Ping's head, without even looking at He Ping.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, He Ping planned to continue running away and look back at the little beast chasing him. Those guys turned around and ran away.

When things go wrong, there must be demons, He Ping looked into the distance, and a yellow line rose in the sky, this yellow line became wider and wider, and there was a faint roar like thunder. This is probably a natural disaster here, and the demon beasts have great fear of it.

He Ping didn't dare to stay, turned around and ran. The roar in the distance was getting closer. Obviously, its speed is much faster than He Ping's. He Ping cursed in his heart, if it weren't for those little beasts chasing all night, he would have a lot of mana left, and the speed would definitely be faster than now. Now He Ping only has a little mana left, he doesn't dare to use it, so he can only run with the power of his body.

The yellow line behind him had turned into monstrous smoke, and a big white bird not far away was swept up in the smoke, and the mournful wail was only half heard, and the sound stopped abruptly. I'm afraid the big bird has been wrenched to pieces.

He Ping's speed had increased to the limit, but the smoke and dust behind him were still getting closer and closer. What to do, what to do? I don't know what is in the smoke, but it's definitely not something he can bear.

In a hurry, He Ping took out the escape talisman, which was instantly stimulated, and immediately dived to the bottom of the sand. During the dive, He Ping could feel the sand behind him being peeled off layer by layer. He Ping didn't dare to stay, he kept diving down, not daring to consider whether his mana was enough for him to come out safely.

He Ping suddenly thought of something, took out an elixir from the storage bag, took a sharp bite, and continued to dive down. This is He Ping's last elixir of four thousand years, and he can only eat it to restore his mana. Although the spirit stone can also recover some mana, but in this case, the recovery speed is not enough at all.

He Ping quickly finished eating the elixir and continued to dive, and the front was no longer sand, but a pale yellow stone.

He Ping walked through the stone, popped, and fell into a small stone house. This is a ruin, is this the so-called blessing in disguise?

The walls of the stone house are inlaid with fluorite, which illuminates the stone house brightly. The whole stone house is only about 30 square meters, and the layout inside is very simple, with a white jade bed, a white jade square table, and two jade round stools, which are similar to the layout of the hotel where He Ping lived. Could it be that this is also a place for guests to rest?

He Ping walked to the door and found that there was a simple prohibition left on the door, which could be broken by brute force. He Ping was about to break the ban, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly surged, which was a sign of a breakthrough.

He Ping sat on the jade bed, closed his eyes, and felt the surging spiritual power in his body.

His condition at this time should be related to that spirit grass, which was his only remaining four-thousand-year-old elixir, and he didn't know it, because he saw that it was extraordinary, so he kept it until the end.

The spirit grass had seven leaves of different colors, the leaves were thick and translucent, like seven thin slices of gems of various colors. The roots of the elixir were as white as jade, surrounded by a faint halo.

He Ping's spiritual power in his body was already full at this moment, but the spiritual power of the elixir was still pouring into the dantian, and the spiritual power in the dantian began to tumble, impacting the meridians around his body. Every time he was impacted, there would be some damage to his meridians, and the intense pain made He Ping sweat profusely.

He Ping ran the exercises with all his might, and the three spiritual veins that he opened were like three trickles, inhaling the violent spiritual power and flowing around his body. But this is far from enough, the spiritual power in the dantian does not decrease but increases, constantly impacting the four walls.

He Ping was worried that if this continued, he would explode and die. What kind of elixir is that strain, and the spiritual power in it is so thick that it is boundless.

He Ping guided the spiritual power to rush towards the fourth vein, and with a soft click, the fourth vein broke open under the impact of the violent spiritual power. The spiritual power in the dantian finally found a breakthrough and vented it out.

The four veins constantly guide the operation of the spiritual power in the body, and every inch of his skin and every cell is bathed in spiritual nourishment. The power of that herb had finally passed, and He Ping felt that there was something indescribable in his brain.

Finally practicing the fourth layer of qi, he can also learn some advanced spells, but he doesn't have them at hand.