After distributing the dead man's wealth and cleaning up his mood, Zhou Nan lay comfortably on the back of the sand lizard and continued to bump forward.

Looking at the fiery red sky and feeling the thick high temperature, Zhou Nan smiled slightly, and silently ran the "Soul Refinement" After narrowing his eyes slightly, he slowly cultivated.

Here, every trace of mana is precious, and there is no room for waste. In order to prevent others from discovering the secrets of your own law cultivation, you can leave a hole card for yourself at a critical time. Zhou Nan gritted his teeth and simply used the sealing technique to seal the mana in his body. Disguise yourself as a complete physique.

Judging from his appearance alone, mana has nothing to do with him at all.

He always believed that there was no harm in doing so. When it comes to usefulness, his hole card will definitely surprise everyone. Stroking the spiritual weapon in his hand, a smile appeared on Zhou Nan's face.

Soon, three days passed.

So far, the team has marched nearly 20,000 miles, and they have long exceeded the cordon. When they arrived here, unless a large number of monks arrived, a single person would not dare to return alone.

After six days of elimination, the team has lost a third of its rank. In the remaining two-thirds, more than half of the guys were also slightly or severely injured, and their faces were pale. But it is undeniable that those who survive are all elites. If there are no major accidents, only they can enjoy the most delicious meal.

And the rest of the people are all cooking firewood, contributing their most caloric heat. It's worthless. Although many people know this truth, luck psychology is a common disease of human beings. Greed is the root of all evil, and no one wants to miss the feast.

Therefore. Knowing that Lu Dao was likely to be sent to death, there were still many people who followed in without hesitation. I always hope that I am the luckiest one, and I want to enjoy the most delicious meal.

With one punch, he burst a third-order sand beast, Zhou Nan wiped his hands, turned his head, and looked at Qi Lao, who was gasping for breath beside him, frowning slightly. He asked in a deep voice, "Qi Daoyou, how long will it take to meet the Ancestor and them?"

The old man didn't know what to say. The ancestor said that he was waiting for us in front, but after walking for so long, he didn't encounter it, and he didn't even have the slightest clue, which is really strange. Flipping through the map in his hand, Qi Lao looked puzzled.

The conversation between the two was careful. The voice was so low that no one heard it. Although every decision of the team, the members are qualified to know the way. But there are some things that I know. On the contrary, it is better to know the way.

"So, Your Excellency doesn't know what to do?" Zhou Nan frowned, and trampled another hideous sand beast to death. As if he had just done the most trivial thing, he asked in a negative voice.

"Yes. Although the old man doesn't know what to do. But so many people. It's enough to get to our end. Hey, as long as it gets the point. What does it matter with the rest?" his eyes were cold, and Qi Lao's face was hideous.

"Understood. But Qi Daoyou, it's better for you to be careful, you can't be sure when those old monsters will come out, but don't. For his own benefit, Zhou Nan reminded with surprisingly kindness.

"Hehe, don't worry. Such a big thing, the old man has already arranged it. I didn't see the tomb of the evil king, and the old man was reluctant to die. With a grin, Qi Lao's expression was a little obscene, like a fox.

Nodding, the two looked at each other and smiled, and without further ado, they sped up their speed and solved the sand beasts around them.

Half an hour later, with the concerted efforts of everyone, they finally killed hundreds of third-order sand beasts.

After resting for a while, the team took another step and quietly embarked on the journey.

The sea of burning sand is very large and basically boundless. Here, the world is full of sand. In addition to the sand, it is the high temperature, and there are countless crises hidden behind it. If you are not careful, you will fall and die.

In this huge world, if more than a hundred people were thrown in, they would be smaller than ants.

Seven or eight days have passed, and under the erosion of the fiery red monotony and the constant attacks of the sand beasts, some guys who are in a poor mood and have weak cultivation have gradually had adverse reactions. At first, it was just vomiting, but later it became serious.

As the situation worsened, so that from time to time, some guys rushed into the distance with their teeth and claws yelling, and disappeared without a trace. Even if other people try their best to block it, this situation is not much better.

Seeing this, everyone sighed, then collected their mood and continued on the road.

These people are completely wasted, and their mood is broken, even if they are forcibly stopped, they are no different from madmen. Basically, it doesn't work anymore. Except for the storage bag that is far away, it is still a pity, such a person is not worthy of a little sympathy.

After all, the road is chosen by oneself, and if you want to live or die, you can't complain about anyone.

After another three days, everyone finally went through a lot of hardships and drove more than 40,000 miles to a ruined city. Most of the city was buried under the sand, and only a few remained.

Standing in the distance, looking at the dilapidated city, which was largely buried in sand, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief. Several spies were sent out, searched for it, and saw that there was no danger. The others roared excitedly. Slapping the sand lizard under him vigorously, with the skyrocketing sand, he quickly rushed towards the city.

The city is very old, and the architecture is very weird. Except for the huge walls that surround it, all parts of the city are filled with lone towers.

The pitch-black tower, although only the tall part of the tower outside the spire is buried, still looks a little scary standing in front of you. Like a dead soldier, he loyally guards the secret that is not inhumane, and the strange atmosphere adds a bit of creepy.

The walls were badly damaged, with many gaps. With great ease, the crowd crossed over the wall and went in. Without going deeper, he found a corner at random, and the three leaders nodded, and then ordered to set up camp.

After these eleven days of inhuman life, many of the monks were exhausted, and as soon as they stopped, they leaned against the wall and fell into a deep sleep. After a while, there was an annoying snoring sound.

For the physically and mentally exhausted people, this will be safe or dead, it's all fucking bullshit, only sleep is the most important thing. Even if the sky falls, you have to let Lao Tzu sleep first. Because, tired human beings, but very slow. Whatever it is, it's sluggish.

After a while, except for dozens of monks who had advanced cultivation, the other guys were like dead pigs, snoring loudly. The sound of horror, connected into a film, is unusually terrifying.

Zhou Nan specialized in cultivating his body and was full of energy, just sitting on the stone, looking at the stone tower not far in front of him, and he didn't know what Lu Dao was thinking. The resolute figure, in the afterglow of the setting sun, pulled the old man and the elder, very lonely.

After a while, the three team leaders discussed a few words with Qi Lao, and after arranging more than a dozen monks in the late stage of foundation building to inspect the surroundings, they all sat cross-legged on the ground, took out spirit stones, ran exercises, and recovered the consumed mana.

After an hour, looking at Qi Lao, who had recovered, Zhou Nan stood up and walked over.

"Qi Daoyou, do you know what kind of place this is?" Zhou Nan asked in a deep voice. Somehow, he always had a bad premonition in his heart, and he wanted to figure out everything here as soon as possible. Otherwise, it's as if something is going to happen.

Looking at Zhou Nan's heavy expression, Old Man Qi frowned, and also narrated in a deep voice.

"As far as the old man knows, this should be the country of the Tower Spider Country. The Tower Spider Country, which existed more than 2,000 years ago, is very powerful. The beliefs are mysterious, and the cultivation methods are very different. The old man doesn't know much about them."

After a while, Zhou Nan nodded. "I see." Then Qi Daoyou can know what those black towers are for, why do they look so weird. When the words fell, he kicked the spire of the Black Tower beside him.

Most of the Black Tower's body was buried in the sand, and it was impossible to see the whole picture. The exposed spire is only one or two feet high. The shape is crooked, grotesque and weird, and the one that is highlighted is called a vivid.

The body of the tower is all made of unknown black boulders, which is very heavy, and some of the stones are beyond imagination. Zhou Nan vigorously kicked on it, but it only made a muffled sound, which made him stunned.

In addition, on the stone of the tower wall of the Black Tower, there are also eight-legged spiders with twisted shapes. Fat, thin, big and small, in short, all sorts, countless, each one is very realistic. It's like a real spider, imprinted on it alive. Even if he is dead, he still shows a different grandeur.

Reaching out and touching the somewhat cold tower body, Qi Lao shook his head and signaled that he didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, Zhou Nan's face sank, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

"Qi Daoyou, go down and take a walk inside, you take care of it first. If anything, just say hello. With a faint word, Zhou Nan raised his steps and walked towards the city.

Looking at Zhou Nan's departing figure, Qi Lao was a little uneasy. Hurriedly beckoned two monks from the late stage of foundation building and hurriedly followed. In this way, after a while, the figures of Zhou Nan and the three disappeared from view.

While walking, Zhou Nan looked at everything around him. Seeing that Qi Lao sent two people over, Zhou Nan did not refuse. After introducing each other, Zhou Nan knew the names of the two.

The two were brothers, and they were given a surname by his unscrupulous master. The tall ones are called poplars, and the short ones are called poplars. As for the rest of Yang Huo, what are the things about Yangshui, according to the two of them with a wry smile, they accompanied their dead ghost master in the early years, and went to play chess with Lord Yama under the sand. (To be continued......)