Mint's body was completely out of control in the space storm, and under the impact of all directions, Mo Zhuoyu and Mint both began to feel dizzy.

The special light made Mo Zhuoyu feel a glimmer of hope, and Mint's body was gradually attracted to it.

But when passing through the rift, the violent spatial fluctuations caused Mo Zhuoyu to be instantly excluded from the space in Mint's body.

The invisible tearing force made Mo Zhuoyu's whole body painful, and without the protection of mint, her physical body could not endure such stimulation at all.

Under the severe pain, Mo Zhuoyu instantly lost consciousness.

When Mo Zhuoyu regained consciousness again, he suddenly found that the meridians of his whole body were broken, and the spiritual power in his body was completely lost.

Mint, who was also impacted, was not as injured as Mo Zhuoyu, but it was also dying. Now he only barely squinted his eyes and protected Mo Zhuoyu's side.

After seeing Mo Zhuoyu wake up, his expression was instantly relieved, his eyes were closed, and he fell asleep.

Mo Zhuoyu endured the severe pain all over his body, and reluctantly picked up the mint from the ground, put it in his sleeve and placed it in his sleeve before he had time to look at the environment he was in now.

I saw that the place where Mo Zhuoyu was lying was surrounded by a barren desert, and when I looked around, I couldn't see a single human habit, and I couldn't tell where I was now.

The scorching sunlight and the scorching sand and gravel under him made Mo Zhuoyu's body, which was now completely depleted, quickly begin to feel uncomfortable. The surging heat wave made her wound burst into sharp pain.

Now Mo Zhuoyu has two choices, one is to continue to stay here and wait for his body to recover, and the other is to find a way out and leave here.

If she could, Mo Zhuoyu would like to choose the first one, but now that her whole body has lost her spiritual power, her muscles and veins are broken, and she just looked inside the dantian and found that the golden pill that had just been formed had begun to crack.

Continuing to stay here, unable to open the storage bag, Mo Zhuoyu has no way to recover her body, and the harsh environment may kill her at any time.

Mo Zhuoyu weighed it in his heart for a long time, and finally chose to leave. Although it is not an easy task to drag this remnant forward, this choice is already the most likely chance for her to survive.

Enduring the severe pain, Mo Zhuoyu stood up, probed the surrounding environment with his divine sense, and chose a direction to start moving forward with difficulty.

Walking in the desert is not an easy task, and it is even more difficult for Mo Zhuoyu, who is injured all over his body at this time.

With every step forward, Mo Zhuoyu had to stand still, take a breath, relieve the pain in his body, and then continue walking.

The sunlight above her head became more and more intense, and the beads of sweat that had fallen in front of Mo Zhuoyu's eyes blurred her vision, if it weren't for the fact that Jin Dan could release her divine sense to identify the direction, she would have been lost in the desert at this time.

But the increasingly intense temperature, and the body that became more and more tired due to injury, made Mo Zhuoyu's stay longer and longer every time.

The vision became more and more blurred, and Mo Zhuoyu's body was shaking, and finally fell to the ground again.

At the last moment before he fell unconscious, Mo Zhuoyu couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, he didn't expect that he would end up in such a place.

Time passed, the sun rose and the moon set, and when the darkness completely covered the earth, a group of ragged figures gradually appeared in the distance.

Like ducks being chased, the crowd gradually moved towards the desert, and when they got closer, they could see that it was actually a group of mortals.

Old man Yang was one of the crowd, and he carefully bent his body and moved his steps with difficulty. As time passed, his figure fell deeper and deeper.

A sharp whip suddenly sounded behind him, and a scream made him speed up his pace again.

Twisting his shirt, Old Man Yang carefully wiped the sweat that had fallen in front of him. He continued to move at a slower pace, following the crowd slowly.

In the midst of countless dangers, he summed up his own way of survival.

You can't be too conspicuous in the crowd, you can't be too spiritual, you can't walk in front, and you can't be too far behind.

If he wants to survive until tomorrow, he must always be energetic and pay attention to every change around him. No small change could be afforded by his lowly mortal body. 12345

Today's mission has been completed, and as long as he can make it to the point where he gets home, it's another day.

As he walked, Old Man Yang suddenly got mixed under his feet and stumbled. None of the crowd around him came to help, and Old Man Yang had to secretly spit on his bad luck and immediately stood up.

How can this ordinary sand dune mix people today?

Old man Yang looked down suspiciously, only to realize that there was actually a person under his feet.

Looking at the crowd around him who were numb and moving forward, and then at the vaguely undulating body on the ground, thinking of his daughter at home, he hammered his hand fiercely, lowered his body and helped the person on the ground up with unexpected agility.

Not daring to delay, he immediately dragged the unknown person in his hand and continued to move forward.

The weary crowd in the darkness didn't notice the episode at all. Maybe someone is paying attention, but no one wants to take the risk of meddling.

The two Qi cultivators behind the crowd only cared about their own gains today, where would they pay more attention to these mortals who were used as bait.

The crowd faded away, and a small village came into view.

The two monks had already flown away as soon as they left the desert. The rest of the people, seeing the familiar warm light, all cheered up and rushed home.

Not to mention that after everyone went home, the whole family cheered and rejoiced, but said that Old Man Yang accidentally picked up one person and slowly dragged it home.

The woman outside the house heard the familiar knock at the door and immediately rushed out and opened the door.

Seeing the person waiting, the woman's eyes couldn't help but burst with tears of joy, and she wanted to fly up, but suddenly found the body at the feet of Old Man Yang.

"What is this?"

The woman's expression of joy froze on her face, and she looked at the unfamiliar figure on the ground with a stiff face.

"Let's go inside!"

Old man Yang whispered, and immediately dragged the people on the ground into the house, and motioned for the woman to close the door.

In the small room, a fluttering oil lamp shook violently twice by the sudden wind, as if it was about to go out at any time, but it gradually regained its calm, and it still burned quietly.

"Where's Xiaohuan, sleeping?"

Old man Yang put the person in the middle of the room, sat at the wooden table, drank a sip of coarse tea, and spit out the tea leaves in his mouth with a snap, then he breathed a deep sigh of relief and looked up at the woman standing in the room at a loss.

"I slept, I lived a lot today, she couldn't stand it and went to bed early. ”

The woman looked at the middle of the room, and the face of the person who did not know whether he was alive or dead, his face changed.

Old man Yang got up, pulled his wife over, squatted in front of the person on the ground, and gently turned the person face up.

"It's a girl, too!"

Old man Yang's cloudy eyes looked at the people on the ground in a complicated manner, and he sighed in a low tone.

"You mean ......"

The woman trembled and stretched out her hand, and after trying the snort of the man on the ground, her tone was uncertain.

"Well, she can save our little ring's life!"

Old Man Yang nodded affirmatively and stood up, his face distorted by the swaying light.