The white dragon stared at the wind for a long time, and his steps were a little unfavorable.

"What about the dragon arm?" asked the white dragon lightly.

"It ran away!" Feng Budu looked helpless, "I never thought that there was only one foot in this world that could run, you can't guess how fast it can run!"

"I know. The white dragon sat down cross-legged by the campfire, with a faint loss on his face, "Although it has no brain, it is not a mortal thing after all, but I am afraid that it will not come out again for many years!"

"Well, I think so!" Feng Budu echoed, "But what's the use of that thing, seniors care so much?"

A chill passed over the white dragon's face, and the wind immediately closed his mouth and stopped talking.

The two looked at the bonfire, the flames came out of the center of the altar, there were many small holes, Feng Budu knew that there was gas constantly coming out of it, and it had not been extinguished for many years: "Senior, I couldn't help you get what you want......"

Bai Long said: "I will take you out, after all, you successfully helped me defeat the salon, and if you didn't succeed in the end, God won't let me go, I can't blame you!"

The wind does not cross, and he blushes unconsciously.

At this moment, Dong Lihai cautiously leaned over and stopped beside Feng Budu.

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Budu looked up at him suspiciously.

"Brother Feng, thank you so much, but I want to stay here. Dong Lihai said.

"What?" Feng Budu frowned slightly, "Stay in this place where birds don't?"

Dong Lihai smiled happily and retorted to him: "No, I can't adapt to the glitz outside, when I woke up here for the first time, I felt that this place was very safe, I belonged here, I wanted to stay here forever until the end of my life!"

Feng Budu looked at him, moved by the sincerity and persistence of this young man, maybe it was really as he said, this was his paradise. "Okay, then you have to be good, those sand devils will inevitably get you in trouble!"

Dong Lihai smiled, and with a wave of his hand, he was shrouded in brisk quicksand: "I'm not alone!"

Feng Budu and the white dragon laughed at the same time.

"Okay, since that's the case, I won't persuade you anymore!" Feng Budu got up and patted his palm on Dong Lihai's shoulder, "In life, there are nine times out of ten things that are unsatisfactory, but there is always one thing that is wishful, if you think it is so good, go for it!"

Dong Lihai looked at him, there were no extra words, just laughing, still so pure.

At this time, Bai Long said: "We should go!"

I saw the white dragon's arm flickering, and he pressed his palm on the ground, and the totem of the stone platform on the ground was actually glowing, and the bonfire was also energetic, making a whirring sound.

"Let's go!" the white dragon pointed to the bonfire.

The wind doesn't cross.

"Brother Feng, I owe you a promise, and I will definitely fulfill it!" Dong Lihai stepped forward and shouted to him.

Feng Budu looked back and smiled: "We just met in Pingshui and joked with you, you don't have to be so serious." If God treats me well, he will meet again one day!"

With that, he jumped into the bonfire, and the white dragon jumped into it too.

The light gradually faded, and finally returned to its original calm, leaving Dong Lihai alone to stand there in a daze.

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The chaos seems to be endless, there are all kinds of light circulating, the universe is upside down and disorderly, and the wind does not cross the cultivation to be shallow, and it is actually a little unbearable.

The intense dizziness lasted for half an hour before it stopped, and as the body lightened, and then fell heavily on the soft sand, the blazing light shone on the body, which was extremely comfortable.

He slowly raised his head, and it was a different scene.

"It's finally out!"

It's the surface of the desert, and the scorching sun twists the air.

"These ......"

Feng Budu's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes stayed on the yellow sand under his feet, and after about a stick of incense, he finally affirmed a fact.

"The sand is moving slowly, but not as fast as quicksand, but over time, it's easy to get off the rails. ”

He couldn't help but think of a terrible fact, if the entire Traceless Desert was moving slowly, and there were countless sand demons hidden in the desert, even if the monks were not cultivated enough, they could only get lost in it and be wasted to death.

It's no wonder that no one has escaped from the desert without a trace.

"Senpai?"

He called softly, but there was no response, and he searched around again, but there was no sign of the white dragon.

"There is a teleportation array hidden under that bonfire, but the end point is not fixed, I'm afraid that the white dragon has already been teleported to another place at this time!" he thought so, and he was faintly glad in his heart.

The flesh with the anti-dragon arm, although Xiao Wu helped him cover up his breath, but after a long time, it will inevitably reveal flaws, so he can rest assured.

But he still faces a problem.

This place is still a desert without a trace, and if there is no white dragon, how can he get out?

With his cultivation, I am afraid that he can only end up with a dead body in the end.

The sun was scorching, but it was the same scenery as he looked around, he didn't dare to stay and wait for death, and walked in one direction.

His steps were not hurried or slow, and his heart was calm, until dusk, when the sun was setting, there was a slight turnaround.

In one direction, a huge black shadow appeared in the void distortedly, looming as a majestic and tall mountain. The mountain is the highest, and the top is hidden with a white color, which should be the snow of the peak, and under the snow is the jungle reckless, full of all kinds of vegetation.

One mountain with many scenes, a dream world of its own.

"Is that a mirage?" muttered to himself.

It is normal for a mirage to appear in the desert, but this thing is an illusory thing, attracting people to chase it, but it can never be chased.

He's not stupid, but he wouldn't waste his energy on such illusory things.

After about half an hour, the wind frowned.

"Why hasn't it disappeared?"

The phantom was only the tip of the iceberg, and as time passed, the part of the vision kept changing, but the position and orientation never changed much, and it did not disappear until the sun was about to set completely.

"A mirage doesn't last that long!" he finally understood, "Could that be ......?"

The legendary Nine Heavens Xuan Palace is hidden in the desert without a trace, and no one can find it.

His eyes flickered again, and with the most glimmer of sunlight across the world, he finally had some affirmation.

"It's a real mountain, but the air around the mountain is distorted by the high temperature, and the light spreads directly around the mountain, and only a small part of it shines on the mountain, so it's 'hidden', and only when the sun sets, the temperature will be exposed after it drops, and then it's night, so it's naturally difficult to be discovered!"

If it was as he expected, it would have been revealed at dawn, and the general orientation would not change.

The night is like a tide, rushing to come and go.

When the first rays of sunlight pierced the sky like a sword in the morning, the phantom of the mountain really appeared again, a faint black shadow.

"Sure enough!"

Feng Budu breathed a sigh of relief, he never expected that there would be an incomparably large majestic mountain in the mysterious desert.

Maybe not many people could have imagined.

He quickened his pace and walked towards the mountain.

He trembled a little as he stood at the foot of the mountain like an incomparably small ant.

Because the mountain is almost straight up, there is no trace of the top of the mountain as far as the eye can see.

This height was still full of challenges for a monk like him.

Life is always full of banter, when you just want to grasp one thing as a goal, only to get closer to find that it is a challenge that is almost impossible to complete, or faith - always makes you look up.

Feng Budu has already climbed up along the knife-cut rocks, it is impossible to turn back, and even Master Sun's compass can't indicate the direction of the desert without a trace, with his cultivation and a pair of feet, the chance of going out is pitiful. On the contrary, if you can find the Nine Heavens Xuan Palace, the odds of victory will be much greater, because since the Nine Heavens Xuan Palace can exist for tens of thousands of years, it must have a channel to contact the outside world.

Thinking like this, his bones and muscles seemed to be full of strength, and his palms became more and more active.

He would rest every three hours, about half an hour or so, and in the process he would vigorously urge the internal breathing technique, roll the dragon meat into his abdomen, and then start the next part of the journey.

It was not until the evening of the third day that he reached the top of the cliff.

But that's not the end.

Ahead is a stretch of mountains, cascading with trees of all colors, as if shrouded in autumn. There were a few chirps and beast roars in the mountains and forests, which were silenced by the empty sky.

Turning around, the cliff under his feet was three thousand feet, and the Traceless Desert had turned into an endless yellow carpet, lying quietly in the setting sun, and the boundless purity seemed to tell him that this mountain was the only different color of the Traceless Desert.

He looked at it for a while, and his heart was unconsciously depressed.

Thirteen,000 years ago, this place was a treasure land of the Southern Barbarians, and later it was isolated from the world for some reason, coupled with such a fertile aura of heaven and earth, it must have given birth to a lot of fierce demonic beasts, and looking at the trend of the mountain range, you can know that this mountain range is not small.

It will definitely not be easy to find the legendary Nine Heavens Xuangong in such an environment.

He rested for a night, refining almost half of the remaining dragon flesh, and cultivating directly from the initial level of body protection to break through again and again, until the Great Perfection stabilized, although the physical body was not as powerful as the fusion dragon hunting arrow a few years ago, but it could be regarded as half a demonic beast.

At dawn, the fog had risen in the mountains, and it was also the time of day and night for the demonic beasts, and he saw with his own eyes that a blue-winged flying peng had strayed into the territory of the pterosaur and was directly torn into pieces.

The battle was short and violent, and it was over in a matter of breaths, and he thought to himself that he couldn't match that level of fighting.

But seeing the pterodactyl goodbye made him a little happy.

There are very few pterosaurs, and the territory of Chu is almost domesticated, while there are some in the Nanban, which can be seen in this kind of place now, which also shows the extraordinaryness of this place.

Most of the pterosaurs lived in groups, with strict levels and division of labor, and as far as the one just now was concerned, the strength of the third order was only high. As for whether there were higher-level pterosaurs here, he couldn't tell.

However, he happily adjusted his direction and avoided the Pterodactyl's core territory.

That mountain went up with the trend, and the terrain was simpler than other nearby mountains, and the resources were more scarce, and few demonic beasts would stay on such a mountain for a long time.