A corner of the desert, half light and half dark.

Under the dunes, a sand snake is fighting with a sand scorpion, tumbling and tumbling on a par with each other.

The snake is only a few feet, the little finger is thick, and the color is pale yellow.

The scorpion is gray-black, with two large chelae and a tail hook stinger.

After fighting for a while, the sand snake was invincible and fled quickly, and the sand scorpion held its claws high, as if showing off.

Fang Yin leaned against the sand dunes, Mu Ran watched.

On this trip, Daoist Fang saw more strange things, and it was not strange.

For example, the snake, crawling sideways, like a twisted flower, twisted and twisted its belly and sand ground, and even crawled fast.

Leaving behind a series of crooked and strange marks, it seems to be a heavenly spell.

After a while, another sand lizard passed by, crawling quickly without a point, swishing and flying up the grass.

It was too hot here to stay for a moment, and Daoist Fang's ass was also piping hot, making Daoist Fang like an ant on a hot pot. After a futile struggle of blind escape, he was dying, waiting for death.

Slowly, vigilantly, and hostilely, the sand scorpion crawled over.

This is the territory of the sand scorpion, and the sand scorpion does not allow any creature to come near here, otherwise it will be killed!

The sand scorpion was a little hesitant, there was a behemoth in front of him, and the sand scorpion was not an opponent at all in terms of body shape.

However, being big doesn't mean anything.

The poisonous hook is sent, and the middle one dies immediately!

The sand scorpion only hesitated for a moment, but still rushed forward bravely and fearlessly!

Under the huge shadow, a sudden rainstorm fell, and the sand scorpion was dizzy, and it was impossible to find the north!

Bizarre taste, a little bit sassy.

The sand scorpion retreated.

"Sizzle-" Daoist Fang lifted his pants and gasped.

In fact, this soaking urine Fang Taoist has been enduring it for a long time, and this is really unbearable: "Whew-"

It's cool.

For small things like scorpions, snakes, insects, centipedes, and so on, it was easy and effortless for the god of Pyshnu to clean up.

Of course, there are no fewer bites, and these little things are not good at stubble.

Fortunately, there is medicine, Lingxiu gave it, and the antidote of the flower monk is not generally good.

Of course, there is no antidote for a hundred trials, the reason why Daoist Fang has been able to live until now is completely because of the great fortune of life, great creation, and Lingxiu also said that the real poison is not an antidote at all.

Ignore it again, it's just right to die! Daoist Fang has no way to live, and has already begun to give up on himself.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Count on your fingers, and it's already the eighth day.

When there is no water, it is a wise decision to find shade during the day and travel at night. It's also a helpless move, and there is really no way. It is said that a person can live for three days at most without drinking water, so Fang Daoist is full of calculations and has a day and a half to live. To live is suffering, to die is to be liberated, and Daoist Fang finally thoroughly understood what the living Buddha said.

Daoist Fang stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his chapped lips.

If there is a mirror, Daoist Fang really wants to take a look at whether he has become Zhu Bajie: "Zhu Bajie, play Chang'e, splash in the Guanghan Palace, kiss one, mouth one, hug and hug and talk nonsense-" Daoist Fang began to talk nonsense again, this is also really boring to entertain himself: "At a glance, it is a fairyland, the fairy of the fairy palace and the fairy of Xianzhou, dazzling daydreaming, how can there be a fairy bathing, hey! What do you say this is called, you say you talk about it-"

Asgard, the oasis, is nothing.

Fairy, Limbo, Mirror Flower Water Moon.

Everything seems to be real, it is still a mirage, everything is broken at the snap of a finger, but it is just a dream bubble.

There are no miracles, only singularity.

Yes, yes, the legendary mirage was bumped into by Daoist Fang, just so amiable and cute that Daoist Fang hit it headlong like a donkey in estrus, Daoist Fang opened his eyes, how lucky! Chase, chase, like chasing a dream in a dream, when the beauty is shattered only to witness the cruel reality, when the hope is disappointed in exchange for only a heavy blow, and endless emptiness: "Ah――――――――――――――――――――――――――――"

The hoarse throat is still roaring! Still can't believe it, mirage!

Green mountains and green waters, birds singing and flowers, clever smiles, graceful demeanor. She appeared in front of Fang Yin's eyes, her white clothes were like snow and green silk, she really appeared in front of Fang Yin's eyes, and she could still see that beautiful and refined face. There is a swallow, sweeping across the lake, inhabiting the bamboo forest, and making a sword in the small pavilion. It was really a magic Fang Yin didn't know, Fang Yin couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality, she couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe it, but she had to believe it, why did she just smile and look back-

Four eyes to each other, one glance for a thousand years.

Ridiculous, ridiculous, Fang Yin is a joke!

It's a dream within a dream, telling a joke that isn't funny!

Maybe Moro was also joking with Fang Yin, where is there an oasis in the desert, where is there!

Some are just sand dunes in the desert with, mirages!

Fang Yin fell down suddenly, looked up at the sky, and was speechless.

The wind is up, and the sand is all over the sky.

When twilight falls, the red sun is half hidden, and the ten thousand rays of light are projected on the golden sea, showing a different kind of magnificent beauty. Billions of grains of sand piled up like waves of folds, silently extending to the horizon of the sky. There is no wind, no things, only sand, in this vast desert, under this hazy light, time seems to stand still. Everything is serene and peaceful, as if it has always been so, as if it has been eternal since time immemorial.

The yellow sand under the dunes, the flat sand, suddenly moved.

Immediately, a gray face came out, coughed loudly, and spit violently: "Bah! Bah!

The sand is not tasty, and the fool does not eat it: "Ahh

As soon as people are unlucky, they stuff their teeth when they drink cold water, such as the unlucky Fang Daoist, who encountered a sandstorm again.

Fang Cai is not like this, Fang Cai Desert is not so honest and quiet, gentle and peaceful. Fang is the sky is dark, the sun and the moon are dark, the yellow sand is rolling and the wind is raging, and the endless sand sea is roaring like a beast, sweeping the sky and engulfing everything! There is no sand everywhere, the eyes, ears, nose, mouth and tongue, Fang Yin has been buried alive in a blur, and at this time his ears are still rumbling like thunder. The attitude of indifference, the great power, in the face of the power of heaven and earth, such as Fang Yin is not worth mentioning at all, and he can only shrink back and lean against the sand dunes to dodge-

Unable to fight, unable to struggle.

What is the use of martial arts? What is the use of literary brilliance? What can be the ambition of the clouds that is higher than the sky? What can be done about success or failure, gains and losses, poverty and lowly honor and disgrace? In the face of this scorching, unbearable, and cold and ruthless nature, all flashiness will be returned to the true nature of life, and there is a way for life and death, and all things are equal! Waiting for death is a wise decision, because waiting for death is to survive, and heaven and earth are not kind to all things as dogs, but only the heart of heaven and earth will always leave a way for you to live.

It's calm and you're on the road!

But with a trace of strength, Fang Yin will go on.

Extremely thirsty, extremely hungry, so thirsty that I can't eat anything, so hungry that my internal organs seem to be huddled together!

So what? Regardless of what he is! Accompanied by the stars and the moon, Fang Yin is not alone, pack his bags, take Ke Wu, and tie Mo Lian around his waist, they will share weal and woe with Fang Yin. Fang Yin is not alone, there is still life everywhere in this desolate desert where no grass grows, as small as ants and insects are still tenacious to survive and desperately live, Fang Yin must also live! If he lives, there is a glimmer of hope, but moving forward, no matter if it has a way or not! I am here, the Ancient Temple, that word, Fang Yin knows it in his heart!

Between heaven and earth, in the dark, a cocoon is stupid, and it will be reborn.

Take a break with me and fly high!