Mo Lin wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, looked at the scorching sun, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the temperature that even as a monk felt unbearable.

At this time, the ordinary wood sent by Xue Yao on his chest emitted a faint green light, and a cool feeling swept through his body, and Mo Linsuddenly felt refreshed.

Touching the small piece of wood, Morin smiled slightly.

All around is an endless yellow sand sky, you can see flowing sand rivers everywhere, every step is very difficult, Mo Lin holds a seven-foot green sword, is a medium-grade spirit treasure, named "Qing Ling" This sword is purchased by Mo Lin in the sect, the void sword is only fast and not broken, the sword is made of 10,000 years of wind iron, extremely light, like holding a feather in the hand, the speed of the sword is three times that of ordinary spirit treasure!

From the jade talisman, Mo Lin sensed that Li Yuewan was 100,000 miles away, if he didn't have the sword, what year and month would he be able to converge?

At this time, there are also several swords of the sword that have left in an instant, and these people are also harboring Mo Lin's thoughts, and they will do their best to meet with the disciples in their own sect, and one more person will also have one more hope, the hope of saving their lives!

Treasure can indeed make people obsessed with money, but all monks naturally understand that if there is no life, what is the use of treasure?

In a small world, it is a battle to save your life, and whoever survives in the end is the ultimate winner.

Mo Lin's divine sense naturally sensed these monks, he didn't move because he was afraid of conflict, and he wouldn't have a conflict at this time, because there was no regular teleportation, and they were far away from their teammates, and their first purpose at this time was to converge naturally and not to start a conflict lightly, of course, they wouldn't trust anyone lightly.

No, in this dangerous red desert, a few people not far away did not have the idea of meeting, and they all ran away.

Merlin waited, waiting for them to move first, Morin Edgeworth followed, slowing down, he didn't get too close so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings, all he needed was the route they flew, a safe route.

Mo Lin felt that it was very strange since the appearance of the Red Flame Desert, the heat that the monks couldn't stand and naturally lived in it was either born with a special physique or extremely powerful, but so many monks were introduced into this desert without the slightest movement, and there was no trace of calm, which was very strange.

Many monks are anxious to join their teammates, and in their eagerness they will ignore some ordinary things, and it is naturally best to have no danger, but the more ordinary it is, the more strange it is.

At this time, it is best to follow these monks.

The last stronghold of the Tianhua List is in the center of the Qiangulin, and entering it can be regarded as the real start of the competition for the top 100 positions, naturally no matter where and where the monks will fly to the Qiangulin, if it is quite far away, it is the best choice to meet in the Qiangulin, and the best choice for Mo Lin and Li Yuewan to meet is the Qiangulin.

And not long after setting off, Mo Lin sensed from the jade talisman that Li Yuewan was also heading in the direction of the Ancient Forest, and the talisman also made a sense in the direction of the Ancient Forest, guiding Mo Lin.

I have to say that this talisman does have its convenience, at least it will not get lost in this vast yellow sand.

After a day of flying, everyone stopped to rest, relative to rest, everyone was unanimously parked under a sand dune, at night danger lurking, at this time did not enter the ancient forest, there is no need for everyone to do it, if there is an inevitable crisis of natural people is the best.

The more people, the better, this is a psychological suggestion, but it is also a fact, after all, there is a lot of power in numbers.

There are eight people under this sand dune plus Morin, each of whom is meditating and resting, trying his best to restore his aura.

A young man seemed to be relatively shallow in the WTO, so he quickly took out a bottle of pill in front of everyone and distributed it to the people around him, as if he wanted to form a team with a relationship, so that the road would be safer.

Among the eight people, except for Mo Lin and the young man, they were all loose cultivators, and seeing that the young man was so generous, the rest of the people were all smiling, and everyone quickly became one.

Maureen was very unsociable, sitting alone in a corner and meditating cross-legged, without anyone asking or accosting him.

When the young man saw that he took out the elixir, he didn't see the slightest movement of Mo Lin and didn't want to come forward to talk, this somewhat wealthy young monk was naturally sought after by everyone, and he also liked this feeling.

With the young man's pill, everyone recovered quickly, and after resting for two or three hours, everyone discussed that they would have to travel overnight, after all, one more time would be more crisis.

Although the young man said that he was unwilling, he had no choice but to follow when he saw that several people agreed.

Seeing that Mo Lin was silent and showed no signs of keeping up, the young man smiled and said: "This fellow Daoist, let's go with us, after all, there is more strength, more security, isn't it? It's better to solve the crisis in the event of a crisis, isn't it? And I have a lot of pills here, it's much faster than you meditate and recover, all you need is to protect my safety! Why not?"

The man seemed to be dissatisfied that Mo Lin had not held himself up like a star like these monks just now, and directly said that he wanted to buy Mo Lin with pills.

Morin didn't pay any attention to it, protecting safety, jokes, the man was very arrogant because of everyone's pursuit, and his words annoyed Morin.

Morin ignored the man's anger, and the other monks stepped forward to persuade the man to ignore it.

"Hehe, without us, he would definitely die in this desert, why bother to be angry for someone who doesn't have zài? ”

Under the persuasion of everyone, the man snorted coldly: "I don't know how to lift." Then he departed with the rest of the monks.

Morin looked at the distant light with a blank expression, he was not a saint, he had no obligation to remind this person, and he didn't like this person, arrogant and rude.

If you are not a fool, no one will set off at night in this unknown place, after all, under that unknown danger, setting out at night is either looking for death or looking for death, the purpose of those casual cultivators is obvious, only the rich young monk is still in the dark and has no idea.

Half an hour later, I saw a few flashes of light, and everyone went and returned, going to seven, returning to six, these monks were a little untidy, obviously just after a vicious fight, it is estimated that the young monk has left a life-saving magic weapon on his elders.

However, in the face of the sneak attack of six monks whose strength is almost the same or even one level higher, I am afraid that I will not even have a chance to quit the small world!

Although they meditated, they were all on guard all night, especially the slightly injured monk, who sat close to Morin, apparently pulling him into the water if he was in danger!

It was a sleepless night for the six monks, and they took out the jade bottle of the young man containing the elixir and ate several pills without hesitation, just like gamblers who became rich overnight, extremely luxurious.

They were indeed gamblers and thugs, and they succeeded in their bet, taking the young monk's head and storage bag, and dividing it up, which was undoubtedly a great fortune for the casual cultivators.

The cultivation of the true world is so cruel, for the sake of resources, you are the fat sheep of the evil wolf, there is a way that wealth cannot be exposed, mortals are like this, this cultivator is even more, monks are crueler than mortals, for the sake of cultivating the truth, the way of immortality, the dead Dao friends do not die and the poor Dao, it is extremely normal.