Now get out and run away?

As soon as this thought appeared in Han Yuan's mind, he was extinguished. If he was one of those low-level disciples, at the edge of the Plains of Dry Bone, he would definitely have fled as far as he could now, and he would have left this ghost place as fast as he could.www.biquge.info However, now that he had gone deep into the interior of the plains, it was difficult to fly if he wanted to run.

Although the hurricane is still only a faint shadow, it is still brewing in the deepest part of the Plains of Dry Bones. No matter how fast he was, how could he be faster than the storm? Together, the Skeleton Hurricane would envelop the entire Plains of Dry Bones. It is impossible to escape from this dry bone plain before the hurricane arrives, and in the end you will only be caught up by the storm, torn apart, crushed, and turned into powder.

Therefore, the best way is to stay in this small hole in the ground, hold on to the land, and maybe have a glimmer of life!

In fact, just as Han Yuan made this judgment, the shrill howling of the storm could be heard in the distance. Looking out through the ice wall, the sky was as black as ink, and there was no light at all, so dark that it was like nine hells. As long as you look at it, you will be enveloped by a sense of fear like a net, which makes people feel cold, lose the ability to resist, close their eyes and wait for death.

In the distance, there were streams of gray-black aura, twisting and forming a huge storm, rumbling and rolling from the depths of the Plains of Dry Bones. Every stream of air was like a blade, as if it was about to tear this heaven and earth apart. And in the midst of this overwhelming dark gray storm, there are countless and countless skeletons tumbling and floating in it, making a grinding sound that makes people's scalps tingle.

Wherever the storm passed, the ground cracked and turned upside down, and sharp bones rubbed against each other, flattening the ground like locusts passing through. All this in front of me is like the end of the world, and everything is alive and gone.

Han Yuan felt chills all over his body, in the face of such a natural disaster, personal strength was not worth mentioning. However, at this moment, he had to fight against this natural disaster in order to fight for that glimmer of life!

Han Yuan raised his hand and there was a vine technique, and countless turquoise vines rose from the ground, densely weaving a tough web overhead. Immediately the Ice Wall Technique, the Golden Cover Technique, and the Earth Crust Technique...... As long as Han Yuan could think of and use defensive spells, he threw them on top of his head as if he didn't want money, and in just a moment, he molded a turtle shell, almost completely sealing himself in it.

However, this is not enough! Han Yuan didn't have time to rest, he held the frost sacrifice in his hand tightly, and his spiritual power gushed out, and he simply used this precious magic sword as a hoe and dug into the ground fiercely. The frost sacrifice was so sharp, and with the blessing of spiritual power, a deep hole was dug out in an instant, and the earth lifted the cold abyss. Han Yuan didn't care about splitting the dust on his head and face, and squinted his eyes a few more times, until the tip of his sword touched a huge stone, and then stopped.

Hanabu gripped the Frost Sacrifice tightly and plunged it deep into the boulder. Then the whole person curled up and curled himself up on the edge of the boulder, trying to save as much strength as possible, waiting for the hurricane to pass through for a while.

The rumbling sound in the distance is getting closer and closer.

Han Yuan's brows trembled slightly, and as the sound of the wind reached his ears, an indescribable sense of crisis gradually emerged in his heart, making him even breathe rapidly. The sound of wind, thunder, and the harsh sound of sharp bones rubbing against each other, all these sounds mixed together and sent into the ground, making Han Yuan's heart pound, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart.

However, under the influence of the chaotic and gloomy aura within the Hurricane of Bones, even the slightest hint of fear will be infinitely magnified. Han Yuan was just an ordinary person, no matter how firm his mind was, how could he not be afraid of death at all? Under such circumstances, that trace of fear was rapidly expanded, like a tide, drowning him in an instant.

Boundless fear!

This intense fear came extremely strangely, and quickly occupied Han Yuan's heart, making him almost unable to think, unable to move, and the whole person was overwhelmed by fear. Every cell in his body was screaming to run, and every nerve in his body was filled with fear, as if hundreds of people were shouting in his ears to escape, urging him to leave the place that was about to be destroyed by the storm immediately.

No, can't run!

Hanbuchi clung to the frost sacrifice inserted into the boulder, desperately battling instinct and fear. He couldn't run away, reason told him that only by staying here could he live. Once you go out, you will definitely die!

Han Yuan's teeth trembled slightly, he was almost out of breath, and the hairs on his body stood up. He was like a poor little fish floating in a sea of fear, his mind and body drained, and only extreme panic remained. Gradually, the panic became disillusioned and despairing, as if everything was withering and life was extinguished, and I just wanted to give up and simply accept the fate of death.

Han Yuan closed his eyes, his thoughts seemed to sink into the Nine Hells, and as far as his eyes could see, there was darkness. It was as if countless withered ghost hands were grabbing his body, dragging him into the depths of darkness. He had the heart to resist, but he felt paralyzed and powerless, and he had no other choice but to close his eyes and wait for death.

However, he didn't want to die!

He neither wants to die, nor is he afraid of death! Fear, despair, as long as it does not come until the last moment, why should he give up! All these are the influence of the evil spirit, which makes him wait pathetically for death in fear and despair, but he does not want to obey their wishes!

Han Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, a pair of black eyes were as heavy as ink, and despite the fear in them, they were more tenacious. If he dies in a hurricane of bones for a while, it can only be regarded as fate, and he is helpless. However, as long as the hurricane does not come, before that last moment, even if there is only a glimmer of hope for life, he will never give up!

A trace of spiritual power was revealed from the fingertips to communicate with the storage bag, and a clear water white lotus was directly stuffed into his mouth by Han Yuan. This can be regarded as his most precious collection, a first-order elixir that can calm his mood and exorcise demons, and has always been sought after by demon cultivators. Swallowing it directly like this is actually extremely wasteful, and it is naturally necessary to refine it into an elixir in order to maximize its value.

However, at such an urgent juncture, Han Yuan naturally would not be stingy with a clear water white lotus. He had to stay calm, and if he was still affected by the evil aura and fell into fear and confusion as before, he would definitely die without a place to bury. Only by maintaining a clear mind can it be possible to live.

There was a sudden stinging pain in his arm, and Han Yuan lowered his head and saw the same trembling blue snake baring its teeth at him. He chewed a few times, swallowed the water in his mouth, and then whispered to the little guy: "Wrap tight, it's about to start." ”

Before the words fell, I heard the explosion of thunder overhead, mixed with the whining and whistling wind, overwhelmingly crushing!

If the abyss was still on the ground at this moment, it would be possible to see the skeletal hurricane born from the deepest part of the plain, bringing endless gloom to the land. Strange and ferocious cyclones blew out from the depths of the plains, and the gray-black yin qi was entangled together, overwhelming the sky and sweeping in.

The fierce yin aura is like a knife cutting at the flesh of the land. With each move of the Bone Hurricane, the ground was peeled off a layer, and the mud mixed with the broken bones was swept into the storm, increasing the strength of the hurricane. Everywhere they passed, all life was destroyed, and all life was to be completely destroyed in this terrible natural disaster.

The fierce and incomparable hurricane directly lifted the ground!

Beneath the earth, the nets of vines, the walls of ice, the covers of metal, the shells of earth...... The hurricane mercilessly shattered the layers of protection, and its power was imperceptibly weakened, eventually enveloping the abyss and the boulder in a somewhat soft way.

Rao is like this, and the cold abyss shrouded by the hurricane is also extremely painful. The aura of the talisman struggled to light up a few times, and then dimmed. Countless sharp air currents slashed through him like blades, leaving him with blood all over his body in an instant. His body was even more pulled, about to float towards the sky, and even his feet were forced to be lifted, and the whole person was about to be swept away by the hurricane.

The injuries left by Han Yuan's battle with Liu Danjiao yesterday have not completely healed, and they are even more injured at this moment, and there is hardly a piece of intact skin on his body. Countless sharp bone fragments struck him, making Han Yuan almost a bloody man, looking extremely miserable. However, at this moment, he could only grit his teeth and insist, his hands clenching the frost sacrifice sword inserted into the stone, barely allowing his body to be swept away from the storm.

The double loss of physical strength and spiritual power made Han Yuan's mind trance, and the severe pain was almost numb in the end, and he could only grasp the Frost Sacrifice Sword with instinct. Under the influence of the evil aura, the smell of blood rushed straight to his nostrils, making his mind chaotic, as if there were countless evil spirits crying and laughing, and his headache splitting. If it weren't for the medicinal properties of the Qingshui White Lotus, I am afraid that it would be difficult to preserve even the last trace of Qingming.

Hanabu huddled tightly on the ground and fused with the boulder, immobilizing his body with the help of the Frost Sacrifice Sword, praying that the damned bone hurricane would pass as soon as possible.

However, the heavens did not fulfill the wishes of the people, and the ground was about to be lifted open by the roar of the hurricane of bones. And the boulder was also moving slowly under the blowing of the hurricane, and the last corner was finally uprooted by the hurricane, and the cold abyss was swept into the wind together.

Feeling his body lift uncontrollably, Han Yuan couldn't help but let out a miserable scream. He hasn't built a foundation yet, and he doesn't want to experience the feeling of flying in such a situation!

Could it be that this is going to die?