Rows of sand surged forward, like an invisible giant hand, peeling off the desert layer after layer. When the sun suddenly came in, a figure sitting in the sand col instantly opened his eyes.

There was no wild sand as expected, and everything seemed calm except for the blazing breeze mixed with the heatwave.

Yi Han had been in this place for three days and nights. On that day, after a little pranayama, he stumbled aimlessly, and in confusion, stepped into this sea of sand.

In the past three days, Yi Han has worked hard to recover the physical strength consumed during the teleportation that day, and at the same time, he is slowly calming his mind.

Fifteen years later, for the first time, confusion appeared in his mind.

Staring at the golden yellow in front of him and feeling the strangeness of the sand under his feet, Yi Han knew that he was no longer in the Boundary Mountain, and he was no longer in the village where he had been in for more than ten years.

Whenever I think of Taigong's sacrifice, burning blood for myself, and escaping, my heart is like a knife. Yi Han still refused to believe that Taigong had passed away, but he understood how terrifying the beam of destruction shot by the man wearing the hat. In front of the old man blocking him, the moment he suffered for him, everything was irreparable.

"When you really become yourself......" couldn't hide the sadness on his face, and the last words of Taigong that Yi Han heard seemed to still linger in his ears.

Thinking back on the bits and pieces of the past, a trace of sadness appeared from Yi Han's eyes. He was raised by the old man since he was a child, and grew up under the care of the old man, and the two of them struck iron and frolicked. But now, he has lost his loved ones and is left alone.

"Without Taigong, I need to be strong even more. Yi Han closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The sky has no colorful colors, just a lonely blue, which never changes.

Yi Han stood up on the ground and paced forward, letting the sand hit his cheeks.

At noon, Yi Han has reached the edge of a lake, the lake is not big, but it is clear, like a stone lurking in the depths of the Gobi. This lake was encountered by chance after entering the desert, and in the past few days, he has relied on the water source here to quench his thirst.

The lake is quiet, like a mirror, quietly tiled, shining like broken gold in the hot sun, and under the wind, there are layers of silk lines.

Yi Han leaned over and watched his reflection sway in the water, and the immature pallor on his cheeks was also reflected. After staring for a moment, Yi Han put his hands together and picked up a handful, and a feeling of clarity suddenly spread from his hands to his whole body. The water was sprinkled on his cheeks wantonly, and his cold eyes turned red in an instant.

"Who are these people...... Yi Han pondered, "and the face that Taigong lifted...... Three generations of Xuantian. ”

"What happened, why did these people ask Taigong to hand me over, and who is Taigong......"

"What should come will come eventually...... What is the meaning of Taigong's words......" Yi Han remembered what the old man said before, and he didn't know it, but now it was a heartache.

"And me...... Who ......" Yi Han touched his eyebrows lightly, feeling extremely tired, and at the same time thought of the pale blue that had not entered his forehead, and he was silent for a moment.

"Boundary Stone ......" Yi Han looked at his body and was suddenly surprised. I saw an irregular blue stone floating quietly at the center of his eyebrows, filled with blue mist, and at the same time filled with a sense of mystery.

When Taigong was fighting, he had seen the power of this stone, which seemed to be a very powerful magic weapon, but at this moment, it was in his body.

Yi Han moved, and wanted to control it, but found that he couldn't shake it in the slightest.

It all seems to be related to me, but the road is like a layer of mist, and I can't see the way forward.

"I'll figure it all out!" Yi Han clenched his fists, hiding his sadness, revealing a fierceness again.

After wetting his clothes, Yi Han continued to walk, he didn't know where he was, this place was desolate, there was no one to ask, and there was no way to ask anyone if he wanted to. After a few days of running, he also found that under his own foot, he could not reach the immensity of this desert with only his feet.

In the blink of an eye, it was a few days, Yi Han had walked a long distance from the lake, and on the way he had returned to fetch water, but it was only that time, and then he was lost in the desert and completely lost his direction.

His lips were parched and chapped, his clothes were wrinkled and tattered, and he was crumbling under the scorching sun, leaving only a series of messy but clear footprints in the vast sea of sand.

Suddenly, a vast and grand scene faintly emerged from the dust and sand, with layers of mountains, verdant leatherwood, and Tingzhu crisscrossed. Everything looms in the atmosphere of Lan Qi. The pale golden sunlight shone down from the lingering clouds, and the purple sky was close to the world, as if it were within reach.

Yi Han faltered, and when he suddenly saw this scene, the slackness on his body decreased slightly, and he walked forward quickly, but after many days of fatigue and trekking, coupled with the fact that he had not eaten, Tianyao was already hungry, and he no longer had any strength. As a result, everything in front of him began to become illusory, and countless ghosts shook in Yi Han's pupils.

Yi Han shook his head weakly, and looked up at the front again, the rock trench, the stream spring was no longer there. The picture laid out in front of his eyes became another scene. The moon and stars are scarce, and an ancient tree like a dragon stands between the sky and the earth, and the tree is like a huge dome that has been held since eternity. On the side, the crystal lake is gurgling, and the wisps of moonlight are absorbed by the lake water, and the smoke and water are empty, making it even more dark blue......

Taking a heavy step, Yi Han was completely exhausted, his eyes were dark, and he fell to the ground with the last picture he saw in his pupils......

Da-da-da-da!

The sound of hooves in the distance seemed to be immersed in the yellow sand, echoing in the air. I saw that on a raised sand dune, there was suddenly a sky-high flying sand, and when the smoke and dust dissipated, a series of figures stood up, and the scene of noisy people suddenly appeared.

From a distance, there are three tricolor flags floating in the sky, above the banner, the blue flag is painted with thunder patterns, the red flag is painted with flames, and the black flag has an ink-colored beast dormant, like an embroidered totem. Below were three old men, all with long gray hair, tied up with simple hemp rope. Each rides on a good rider with two horns on its head, resembling an elk.

"Whew! That's it. Among the three old men, the blue-faced, still old-looking, wiped the sweat from his cheeks and exhaled a heavy breath after looking around.

When the other two old men heard this, they also glanced at each other and bowed slightly.

"Grandpa Umer," a cry came from behind the blue-faced old man, "look, there's a man lying there. ”

The old man who was called Wumo looked stunned, and quickly turned around, but saw a girl with a childish face, five or six years old. But Wu Mo ignored what she was pointing at and what she said, just staring at the girl, and her originally calm expression slowly turned gloomy.

"Xiaoli, why are you here!Do you know what kind of place this is!" Wu Mo shouted, "If something happens to you, how will I explain it to the patriarch!"

"Xiaoli has nothing to do in the clan, and when she saw Grandpa Umo going out, she secretly followed......" The little girl still held her arms and pointed ahead, but her eyes began to be covered with a thin layer of moisture.

"Alas, that's it, from now on, you will stay by my side, and you are not allowed to go anywhere!" Seeing that the girl wanted to cry, Wu Mo sighed and said helplessly.

"Thank you Grandpa Wumo, and thank you Grandpa Chihuo, Grandpa Bai Shan," the girl instantly burst into tears and smiled, and straightened her arms again, "Ah, there is really a person lying there." ”

When the other two old men heard the girl call them, they couldn't help but be stunned, looked at each other, and immediately shook their heads and smiled bitterly. Flipping his clothes, he looked at the figure in front of him in the distance, and then sent two people to visit.

The person who lies in a coma is Yi Han.

The scorching sun seemed to turn the earth into flaming red magma, which made people's hearts unbearably hot.

The two who were sent out paced towards Yi Han, who had fainted. Suddenly, a violent wind rose above the desert, and a cloud of black mist rose for no reason, and it also rushed in the direction where Tianyao was.

Wu Mo and the other two old men frowned, raised their palms together, propped up a huge light curtain, and wrapped a team of people behind them.

"Hahaha, a few old ghosts, this person won't bother you, I'll save it!" The black mist gradually dissipated, and a glorious sound also came, and the two people who had gone to save Yi Han flew back backwards, coughing up blood, obviously injured.

Above the sky, a green bone claw stretched out from the black mist and grabbed at the center of Yi Han's eyebrows, but at the moment when it was about to touch, a faint blue light suddenly met the bone claw and disappeared in a flash.

The green claw seemed to sting, and it retracted rapidly, and the black mist was also stunned, ignoring Yi Han, and fled to the side.

All this happened between lightning and flint, and the three old men of Umer did not notice it in the slightest. The black mist faded, and a beautiful woman with a wooden staff in her hand and a string of skull necklaces around her neck appeared, and it was her right arm that grabbed Yi Han before, and now it was hidden in the sleeve robe, trembling slightly. But there was no displeasure on his face, but there was a hint of surprise and joy.

"Li Mu!" When he saw the comer, the old man named Bai Shan shouted angrily, drove his mount and rushed forward, a silver spot of thunder appeared on his cheeks, and he raised his finger and threw out several lightning rays, which were fierce towards the beautiful woman. The other hand grabbed at Yi Hanxu and brought him up in the air.

"Hmph!" Wu Mo was as angry as the old man of the red fire, and rolled up the injured two clansmen between his sleeves, both glaring at the beautiful woman.

In the face of the thunder that was shooting, the corners of the beautiful woman's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm. Pick up the wooden staff in your hand and throw it forward.

Rumble!

I saw that on the wooden staff, dense thunder was entangled, and wisps of black smoke rose like burning smoke. Suddenly, the originally calm wooden staff began to shake violently, and the dark body of the staff exuded black gas, which instantly engulfed the thunder that covered the body of the staff.

The wooden staff fell on the sand, and the black air was restrained, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a reckless man with bloodthirsty red eyes in his eyes. The neck is the same as that of a beautiful woman, with a skull-like necklace, dressed in black, and the corners of the clothes are flying with the dust and sand. Only the messy hair shawl, on which there was green smoke, escaping a burning smell.

"Ugly woman, what are you doing!"