Super Martial God

Inside the white jade platform.

The monarchs came to the statue of their choice and took out a key one after another.

As soon as these keys came out, a statue radiated light and shrouded the monarchs holding the keys.

Lin Mu also did not hesitate.

He also had a key in his hand, which he got from the ancestor of Qingzhou.

As he took out the key, the dark Po ID statue in front of him also radiated light and shrouded him all over.

A moment later, he felt the rotation of time and space, and was brought into a new space by the light of the dark Po ID statue.

At your feet, there are soft grains of sand.

Looking around, there are yellow sand and storms everywhere.

This is a boundless desert.

For the monarch, the desert is nothing. Even if it is a million miles of desert, the monarch can cross it in one step.

However, at this time, Lin Mu found that he could not do it.

When he entered the desert world, his cultivation was sealed by an invisible force.

At this moment, he really became a mortal, a mortal without cultivation.

Darrow rules!

Lin Mu realized that this was the Da Luo rule set by dark woman.

Even though he is a monarch and has the strength to fight with his ancestors, he still has no power to fight back in front of the Dalai Lama. Under the rules set by the dark woman, he can only follow.

In desperation, Lin Mu had to cross the desert.

It has been hundreds of light-years at ordinary times. At the moment, he is completely like a mortal. He can only span less than one meter at each step.

Step by step, he walked hard in the vast desert.

He could sense that there was a strange wave in the distant depths of the desert.

This fluctuation is probably the real inheritance.

Just want to reach the heritage site, he can only approach step by step.

In this desert, not only his accomplishments, but also his physical body lost the power of the monarch. Just like the mortal body, he felt tired and hungry soon.

For him, I don't know how long he hasn't tasted this feeling.

Half a day later, he felt his legs filled with lead water, and each step was extremely heavy.

One day later, he was hungry and thirsty, dizzy and weak all over.

It must be unbearable to be an ordinary mortal under such circumstances.

But Lin Mu's will is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

In this bad condition, he persisted for three days.

Every embryo of the body, without a drop of water to drink, without a grain of food, without a strong will, has long fainted.

At this time, Lin Mu's lips were dry and his skin was tanned.

For him at the moment, the biggest threat is not fatigue and hunger, but water shortage.

The thirst pain caused by extreme water shortage will almost drive people crazy.

Lin Mu even felt that if he continued like this, he would die of thirst.

It's not a joke. It's really thirsty.

If so, he will become the first monarch to die of thirst, and it will also be the biggest joke of all time.

On the fourth day, he felt that his physical function was on the verge of collapse, which was completely supported by the will of God and soul.

But luck seemed to come that day. At noon, he found an oasis.

Where there is an oasis, there is water. The forest and animal husbandry ran madly in the past.

Sure enough, in the middle of the oasis, he found a spring.

There is not much water in the spring, about a palm deep, but Lin Mu is no different from the dew of heaven.

He began to drink water desperately.

A few minutes later, the thirst of the body finally calmed down, and the life crisis was temporarily overcome.

However, after the crisis of his life, he felt more pain.

When he was dying, he had only one thought in his mind, that is, hold on and drink water.

Now that we drink water, the life crisis is suspended, and the problem of hunger is highlighted in an instant.

In desperation, Lin Mu can only eat bark and dig roots to satisfy his hunger.

It won't last long, just like this.

Two days later, a terrible sandstorm swept the oasis.

The oasis was submerged, and the forest and animal husbandry were rolled up by dust storms.

He was not afraid of the star storm at ordinary times, but now he was swept up by the sandstorm without resistance, which made Lin Mu deeply aware of the weakness of mortals.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and quickly hugged a big tree, which didn't really get swept away.

Half a day later, the sandstorm passed.

His body was scratched by the sandstorm and was drenched with blood.

The oasis, which was still alive, has been completely buried by the sandstorm. Even the big tree he held has been broken in two, and other small trees have completely disappeared.

The whole oasis has become bare and the spring has disappeared.

People's hearts are always the weakest in setbacks, and Lin Mu is no exception.

"Can the mortal way really work?"

Sitting in the ruins after the sandstorm, he couldn't help questioning his path.

The power of mortals is too weak.

Even if the number is large, any slightly larger disaster can easily erase countless mortals.

In terms of creativity and construction, mortals are indeed strong, but their strength is too weak to resist disaster. How far can they go?

When Lin Mu was tired physically and mentally, a little green suddenly appeared in his vision.

He hurried over and cleaned up the sand in that area, revealing a piece of grass.

Seeing the intact grassland, Lin Mu was stunned by the broken and collapsed trees around him.

Truth is often around you, even under your feet.

At this moment, Lin Mu has a profound understanding of this sentence.

There is no more reason or exhortation than this scene.

Who says that ordinary things have no power.

Grass is the most ordinary and insignificant thing.

But in this sandstorm, all the tall trees are broken, and the grass is intact.

So, why can grass be safe in this sandstorm?

If Lin Mu thinks.

There is no doubt that the grass can be safe, first because they are low enough, and second because they are powerful.

The grass of a single tree certainly has little power, but the grass never exists independently, but grows in pieces.

To put it bluntly, the power of grass comes from unity and cohesion.

However, he can't go anywhere with a large group of mortals, or bring all the earth or all the world on him all the time?

What power can connect the mortals in this world?

He thought of his blood net, which seemed to be a good way.

The network of blood can expand to an extremely vast area through time and space.

Just like in the time of earth, the net of blood is like the net of heaven, which can cover the whole earth.

It's just that there still seems to be something missing.

The blood net can penetrate the space-time distance, but it can't ignore the space-time distance.

For example, when he was in the earth, the net of blood could not extend to the dark forest, but could only be limited to the blue sky world.