A scorching sun hung high in the sky, and the sun radiated heat wildly, as if it had shed an eternal flame, burning the golden desert.

In the desert, there is no imaginary heat wave, and the wind does not seem to belong in this place. The vast undulating sand dunes, illuminated by the scorching sun, depict the outline of the desert like a golden section.

The slowly rising heat made the void fold, and the sand and dust on the sand did not move at all, and even the owner of this place brought a kind of death-like silence to this sandy land.

Not far away, on the golden line of the dunes, the sun radiated. Suddenly, the radiating light was extremely strong, and finally it exploded like a 'bang', and a flame instantly ignited, roaring again and again.

This sight is only for a short time, but many people who go to the desert want to see the sudden fire in the desert, because it is possible to give birth to fire spirits.

Although the desert is extremely hot, there is also a little spiritual power floating in the air. Once the long-term heat reaches a certain point, the spiritual power will use the heat to burn with the air, forming a fire spirit that can be said to have life.

It is precisely because it is easier to find primary fire spirits in the desert than in other places, so many alchemists come to the desert every year to look for fire spirits.

At this time, nearly 1,000 miles deep into the desert, there were three dots the size of sesame seeds moving slowly in a golden sandy field.

Ten years later, the cold wind has long since faded from the body that looked weak before, and has grown into a majestic seven-foot man.

I saw him naked, and the sweat on his body slowly flowed down the evenly distributed muscle lines of his bronzed skin. His steps were so powerful and steady, and the black hair that draped over his shoulders was not swaying because of his steps, all because of the sweat on his body, clinging to his musculoskeletal back.

"Leng Feng, why are you doing this?" Walking behind Leng Feng was Na Pei Shixing. He was still dressed in white, holding a fan, his whole body was shrouded in spiritual power, and he still did not change his demeanor when he entered this furnace-like desert.

It's been nearly two years since I came to this great desert, and the cold wind has never awakened my soul. When I first arrived, it was too hot to bear the heat here, even if the cold wind woke up all the equipment. But now, he was able to keep his energy at the sixth order of Qi Gathering and adapt to the environment here.

At this moment, his face was as cold as a knife, his eyes were tilted like thunder, and then he looked ahead. He didn't stop, his hand reached into the black hair, tore off a strand of hair, tied the black hair draped behind him into a ponytail, and said lightly

"Haven't you found it yet?"

"It should be within a hundred miles of this. "The person who speaks is also a spiritual protector. I saw that his person was a head taller than the cold wind, his body was as thin as firewood, and his clothes were as if he was wrapped in a cloth quickly.

I saw that his face was like skin and bones, his expression was extremely serious, his eyebrows were locked, and he was staring at a compass marked with various words in his hand, and in the center of the disk, there were several lines that seemed to be formed by spiritual power, and these lines were beating from time to time.

This person is the gravedigger that Leng Feng met before he lost his memory, named Ge Ping.

Ten years ago, Pei Shixing forcibly dragged Ge Ping and his two partners to rob the tomb for him, and Ge Ping's two partners died in the tomb.

Ge Ping has always held a grudge against this, but as time passed, he learned to be patient, and chose to forget the painful memory for the time being.

"Cold Wind, if you can find the carpenter's box that was lost before, I'm afraid you will have regained your memory long ago. Pei Shixing said this more than once, and he often mentioned this matter, and he felt like a colic.

The carpenter's box can't restore the memory of the cold wind, but Pei Shixing flickered the cold wind and said that if there are divine soldiers and artifacts to help, the cold wind can recover the memory. And Leng Feng is also convinced of this. Because of this, the cold wind has been used by Pei Shixing, and he digs graves everywhere with Pei Shixing, hoping to obtain divine weapons, so that he can recover his memory.

For the carpenter's box, Pei Shixing used to think that it was just a mortal thing, but he overheard Cao Qian's name, saying that when he was reborn, the carpenter was supernatural, and if he was given time, he could create a puppet army of thousands of troops.

It was because of this inadvertent news that Pei Shixing became interested in the carpenter's box. So he later conducted an investigation on Cao Qian, and finally learned that Cao Qian was not from this ancient family at all, and the carpenter magic he had learned was only some skin.

This news undoubtedly made Pei Shixing regret it, and to this day, he is still haunted by the mistakes made by Cao Qian's cemetery.

Leng Feng was expressionless and replied lightly

"I don't have the slightest impression of the carpenter's box, if it's really as you guessed, the carpenter's box was taken away by the Infant Daoist, then we don't have the strength to get it back. ”

As Pei Shixing walked, he fanned the fan in his hand a few times and sighed lowly. He knew that he didn't have the talent for cultivation, so he had to take shortcuts. But how easy is it to find a secret treasure or a superior immortal method in the cemetery?

And the Infant Daoist represents the True Yang Sect, the True Yang Sect is the existence of the entire mortal realm Taishan Beidou, once the carpenter box falls into the True Yang Sect, I am afraid that there will only be in and out. Therefore, at present, Pei Shixing can only use the power of the cold wind to improve the safety when digging graves.

Now, he has even hit the forgotten dynasty in the desert

Previously, Pei Shixing proposed to Leng Feng that the person looking for the baby wanted to go back to the carpenter's box, but Leng Feng refused. Because Leng Feng gradually felt the three spell marks in his body, one of which was very similar to the spiritual power of the Infant Dao person, and it was this spell mark that imprisoned him that made him lose everything he originally had.

Therefore, if he wanted to go to the Infant Daoist again to ask about the past, Leng Feng was afraid that the Infant Daoist would deepen the curse mark, making him lose himself even more and become a puppet evolved by the spell mark.

Suddenly, the compass in Ge Ping's hand made a 'zizi' alarm sound.

Leng Feng and Pei Shixing both stopped, turned around, and looked at the compass in Ge Ping's hand.

"There should be a cemetery around here!" Ge Ping looked slightly excited, he had never excavated a cemetery in the desert, and he didn't know much about the danger of the desert cemetery.

I saw that the compass in his hand couldn't help trembling, and the light on the disc was beating irregularly.

"It seems that this cemetery must be buried with important people of the Forgotten Dynasty!" Pei Shixing walked a few steps to Ge Ping, staring at the compass in Ge Ping's hand, his shock was no less than that of Ge Ping.