Immortality begins by crossing the storage bag

Chapter 36: Fire
The vast desert stretches as far as the eye can see. The spiritual energy here is exhausted and it is a forbidden land for monks. However, it also contains many legends of miracles.

Invite countless monks who are not afraid of death to come and send them off.

Chen Ming was hiding in someone else's storage bag. His purpose here was to capture Xiang Huo, and he couldn't wait any longer.

When the phase fires are combined, he can form another fire-based elemental domain. The twelve officials of the phase fires will show their power, and the king fire will be inactive to purify the gods, which will help the growth of the Nascent Soul.

The violent sand roared, the dry wind consumed the spiritual energy in the monk's body, and the vicious sun scorched the monk's body.

This is the phase fire that seals the desert, the fire that poisons the sun.

If you are lucky, you will accidentally find it somewhere, or hide it in the monster core of the desert monster.

Chen Ming followed a team of four. Each person had a clear division of labor and was strong. There was absolutely no such thing as a useless teammate.

The cultivation level must reach at least the middle stage of Jindan.

Meng Kai held up the protective cover to resist the violent sand, and kept his consciousness at fifty feet to be highly vigilant about the surroundings, especially under the sand.

A female cultivator next to him used a low-level magic technique to bring about drizzle, but she had to use external objects to gather water droplets because there was almost no water aura in the air here.

Another tightly wrapped male monk was dragging the long sword Ling Bao along the sand, as if he was detecting the ground through the Ling Bao.

The last strong man, Jin Dan, was behind the three of them, preparing to deal with sudden changes.

Chen Ming's hundred-kilometer spiritual sense can only detect ten kilometers underground. According to his perception, there are many kinds of desert monsters hidden underground, most of which are in groups.

There are also strong individuals.

The depths vary, the nearest being more than 100 meters.

There is no such thing as a little cutie with fire in his body, so it is not obvious whether he has fire or not.

He withdrew his consciousness and kept using the Concentration Technique to penetrate the body, which was very tiring.

During the journey, Meng Kai avoided the position of the desert ant colony, and the others followed closely behind. They are still safe now.

Chen Ming looked thirty kilometers away. It was easier for him to use his horizontal consciousness than to look underground.

There was billowing smoke and yellow sand all over the sky, as if some disaster was brewing.

Wherever they passed, monsters died tragically, their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and a tornado of sand and dust was rolled up.

It seems to cover this round of poisonous sun above the head.

[The black sand blocks the sun, one of the desert disasters. Those who are transformed into gods cannot survive the disaster]

The reason why it cannot be spared is that the construction of Yuanyu is not stable enough, and it cannot withstand the attacks of the aura of heaven and earth and the violent black sand.

Chen Ming wanted to see what was in the black sand sun-blocking center.

"S!"

He felt as if his consciousness had been hit by a big mouth, just like someone in a high-speed car stuck his head out and hit the wooden board.

As a storage bag, this was the first time that Chen Ming felt the world spinning. His consciousness could only penetrate 100 meters, and 100 meters was still pitch black.

There is too much resistance.

From a distance, it looks like a black dragon connecting the sky and the earth, stirring up the wind and clouds, and anyone who takes advantage of it will be torn into pieces.

Meng Kai and the others looked solemn at the back. This is the outermost closed desert, which is a very safe area, but disasters don't care about you.

Using Escape Light, the four of them retreated ten kilometers to avoid it.

If you go deeper now, you may not be able to leave any corpses.

"I was scared to death, but luckily I didn't come here." The female cultivator in black gauze breathed a sigh of relief.

The black dragon was extremely fast and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye, without knowing where it went.

It was too slow. With such efficiency, Chen Ming decided to do it himself.

Thirty kilometers away, Chen Ming replaced a scorpion one foot in size and took the demon core.

Those who live in groups pick the largest ones and change them, no.

After burning the incense, hundreds of monster beast corpses piled up. Chen Ming still couldn't find Xiang Huo. He had too many friends.

He controlled the scorpion to go deep into the desert.

Not to mention this mount is really good, it is the strongest creature on the surface, ride it!
A quarter of an hour later, Chen Ming had gone hundreds of kilometers deep into the Fengjue Desert when a hundred-foot-tall giant suddenly appeared in his consciousness.

Fuzzy and vaguely discernible in size, the giant moves slowly but is majestic. He holds a huge ax and fights a thousand-foot monster.

Chen Ming gathered his consciousness again, and the blurry picture disappeared, as if he had just hallucinated.

But he knew it wasn't.

"There is a big secret in this Fengjue Desert." Chen Ming did not ask about "Alien Wanquanlu"

If you know about it, you may send it away, just stay in awe.

After another quarter of an hour, it seemed to be even hotter here, and the smell of barbecue came from Chen Ming's Scorpion friend.

The hard outer shell was on fire, showing that the poisonous sun's fire was even more intense.

Chen Ming's consciousness was compressed by ten kilometers again, leaving only twenty kilometers, and the underground could only penetrate a hundred feet.

An hour later, Chen Ming returned without success.

He planned to go to a merchant store, so he might as well buy it or exchange it.

Chen Ming returned the same way according to the spiritual ruler to avoid getting lost. He sat on the body of a new friend.

Meng Kai and others looked at the desert vultures eating in groups and tried their best to hide their presence so as not to be exposed. There might be hope for Xianghuo today. "Do it!"

Although the desert vulture looks huge and ferocious, it actually doesn't have much fighting power, except for being a monster bird.

The rest of their abilities are used to digest the corpses and energy of other monsters.

And they have the highest probability of carrying phase fire.

The four escaping lights carried the strongest attacks and restrictions and surrounded and killed two desert vultures respectively. One was stabbed in the chest, and the other had its head cut off.

Two demon cores were exposed in the air, one of which was burning with a burning flame.

Chen Ming, who arrived, was stunned on the spot. He went hundreds of kilometers into the desert and came back to find that he had been picked up?
"Who is it! Xiang Huo is coming again!" Meng Kai and others looked around cautiously as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The four of them looked at each other and then nodded.

"can."

Chen Ming exchanged the sword intent and talisman inheritance in the ruins, and made up for another 100 yuan of top quality.

It's not that the inheritance of sword intent and talismans is not good, but that Xianghuo can be used to pull wool, and he can create a lot of excessive Xianghuo like Xu Hua.

The standards that lead people to evaluate Xianghuo below Nascent Soul are all.

How much wool can be harvested?

For example, there are 15 poisonous sun fires.

30 little cuties.

The martial law lasted for a month under pressure, which was a miracle for the world of immortality. Xiao Yelin put on a mask and quickly left the city, while Han Bingxue stayed in Dafu and waited.

He looked at the seven or eight locations marked by Mr. Ling and felt a little anxious, asking the Space Demon to calm down for a while.

In the rolling mountains, the monks who had been frustrated for a month rushed towards the depths of the rolling mountains with howls and screams. They either formed a team or walked alone.

Most of them were composed of casual cultivators below the Golden Core level who needed to complete tasks. After learning that there was a small-scale beast tide stretching across the mountains, they were all eager to earn spiritual stones, so they all rushed over.

The huge crowds of people looked spectacular.

Xiao Yelin rejected the idea of ​​walking with others and ran towards the place in Ling Lao's memory.

He is already a Nascent Soul, but his family has been emptied, and he is still responsible for supporting his family.

Very fresh experience.

……

After all the monks entered the rolling mountains, a group of black-clothed and masked monks and demon cultivators looked at each other and followed.

In the long mountains, people kept dying. The way they died was weird, as if part of their body was missing, and their storage bags were taken away.

Soon, this kind of death spread like a plague towards the rolling mountains. The demon cultivators gathered energy and blood behind them, and some directly practiced demon skills.

Half an hour later, a puppet-like person appeared in the open space. There was no breath of living people in his body, and he was made through secret rituals.

Retaining the original spatial magical power.

It was Duan Fei's senior brother Leng Bian.

In the void, the traitor Necrophilia of the Puppet Sect and the leader of the Great Sky Temple looked down.

"A monk forced your temple to be like this?"

"I just need some kind of right to speak, and at least two of them. Can you conquer the Puppet Sect?"

"With the ancestor's corpse here, no force dares to offend the Puppet Sect. I can only find another way."

"The Space Law can only be mass-produced to this extent. It's a pity that the traitor who stole the Pingmen will not be able to pass it on."

"There's a Nascent Soul that's a bit fast. I'm going to intercept it." Necrophiliac said and left.

The consciousness of the two men enveloped the surroundings of the mountain, not letting any living thing go. Today, these hundreds of thousands of casual cultivators will use their deaths to build momentum for the temple.

Great Talisman Temple.

The sect leader Wuming had a detailed discussion with the Supreme Elder. Wuming had a vague worry in his heart. Dakong used arrogant and even mischievous methods to force the monks to be banned from traveling for a month.

"Why is the suzerain worried?" the elder Taishang asked.

"According to Da Kong's temperament, he won't suffer a loss, but with his solution to the problem." Wuming hesitated and then said.

"I'm afraid that everyone will be equally divided."

The Supreme Elder didn't seem worried, he said leisurely.

"The role of the Ten Temples is to maintain the reproduction and cultivation of the human race. Although Da Kong, with his great power in the Mahayana period, has broken the requirement that he cannot become a temple without contribution, if he dares to do something extraordinary."

"Just leave it to the nine supreme elders in the temple, and you can continue to practice."

"What did Sancaimen say?" Wuming asked, feeling like he was talking too much.

The Supreme Elder glanced at Wuming in surprise and confusion.

Wuming quietly retreated.

"It takes three talents to intervene in such a trivial matter. Then the human race is already dead, so what else does this temple need?" The Supreme Elder shook his head. He felt that the Wuming Sect Master was good at everything.

It's just that I'm a little too worried, without the decision-making of a sect leader.

Fortunately, it is not without responsibility, and determination can be cultivated.

(End of this chapter)