This trial is really evil!

Ye Ping pumped the air in a row, and then, his mana was injected, urging his speed to the extreme. The sound of the sound barrier kept ringing, and every step of jumping was a very long distance.

Even this rapid impact caused a layer of air film to form around him, which was invincible. Many sands and gravels that were close to his body quickly collapsed and annihilated as soon as they approached, turning into fine powder and falling on the ground.

"grass……"

But after Ye Ping rushed out for about ten miles in one breath, when he turned around with fear, a completely speechless scene appeared.

As his speed increased, the speed of the sandstorm was also increasing, like a maggot in the tarsal bone, sticking behind him, never leaving him.

"I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

And at this moment, along Ye Ping's ears, suddenly there were shrill screams.

Ye Ping looked back and was shocked to find that the sycamore tree man was still on his shoulder at this moment.

Before, there were a lot of people, this guy hid in his pocket. When he entered the trial area, he ignored it. Later, he forgot to pay attention, but he didn't expect it to come in. After coming in, he thought about it, but the situation changed, but he forgot to investigate.

However, when the trial area was opened before, the demons in the cave were killed all of them. How could this guy be an exception?!

Moreover, there was no sandstorm chasing it, which was a bit puzzled.

"When you came in, didn't it happen?"

Ye Ping asked the people of the sycamore tree while rushing.

"Yes, I heard a voice saying that I was a pet, and then I came in..."

The silly tree man explained foolishly.

“…”

Ye Ping heard the sound and was speechless.

This test of the world is really smart enough to tell whether the cave demon is a pet or a ulterior motive.

"Artificial Intelligence? This guy doesn't have his own consciousness, right?"

The next moment, a huge thought suddenly arose in Ye Ping's mind.

Immediately afterwards, a picture emerged in my mind, a translucent light and shadow crossed my legs. At this moment, I was staring at the screen, watching them running around by the sandstorm, applauding.

"Good guy, are we going to die? I don't want to die. I haven't seen the king yet, and there are so many fragrant things I haven't eaten..."

At this moment, the sycamore tree man turned around and looked at the sand storm getting closer and closer, and said with a sad face and crying.

"Die? I don't want to do it either!"

Ye Ping shook his head and said in a deep voice.

Death is equally fearful, and he does not want to die.

At this time, the distance between the sand storm was getting closer and closer. Even Ye Ping could feel the powerful pulling feeling brought to his body when the sand storm rotated at an extremely fast speed, as if he would pull him into the storm in the next moment.

Moreover, no matter how hard he tried to sprint, the sandstorm was always like a maggot in his thorns, sticking behind him, never leaving him.

"It seems to be trying hard to force people to the extreme to squeeze out every thread of power. Even this sand storm may be a kind of tempering! Bones, marrow, and purify the viscera, but there is no skin refining... Perhaps, this sand storm is to use it to refine the skin!"

Ye Ping flew quickly, muttering something while talking, thinking about the way to solve it. Finally, his eyes lit up and a bold inference emerged in his heart.

"Yes, that's it! Running is definitely impossible. Perhaps the only solution is to refine the skin through it! This is a trial site after all, and every danger cannot be targetless. There is always a reason for it!"

The more Ye Ping thought about it, the more he felt that this idea made sense.

In particular, he has strong vitality and even if he is damaged, he recovers quickly, so he can take a gamble.

"You wait for me aside, don't get close! If I'm done, you abstain from leaving and go to Li Chunfeng, and he will take you to see Yingning."

After pondering for a while, Ye Ping said in a deep voice to the sycamore tree man, and then he flicked his finger and knocked it to one side.

"Let the sandstorm come more violently!"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Ping stopped, turned around, and faced the sandstorm that was constantly approaching, grinned and no longer escaping, but faced him directly.

"Swish...swish..."

In an instant, sand storm attacked, and grains of sand were crazily polishing Ye Ping like a grinding wheel.

In just a few breaths, all Ye Ping's clothes broke and turned into fine powder, scattering rapidly in all directions. Then, blood marks began to appear from all over his body, which were hideous and terrifying. His whole body looked like he had just been fished out of the blood.

"Hiss... It hurts... You pervert, tormenting... Fuck..."

Ye Ping grinned in pain, gasped in the air, and exhaled in pain, but when he opened his mouth, sand was rolled into his mouth, making him even more miserable. After cursing, he hurriedly shut up.

The next moment, the vitality in his body automatically ran, and the skin torn by sand and gravel began to recover quickly.

But after just a moment of recovery, sand and gravel swept over again, tearing it apart again.

Tear...restore...this cycle repeats itself, Ye Ping was in pain.

There were so many times that he wanted to shout abstain.

However, when he thought of Sumo, he swallowed it back into his stomach.

If he does not become strong, he is an ant. He must do his best to strengthen himself and do everything possible. Only in this way can he protect himself.

At the same time, in the sky above the yellow sand, there is a hidden space.

"These guys are so weak...if the servants are weak, why is the master's lineage so weak...what do they do for food..."

A little doll with a small braid on her head, bright eyes, and a lively and cute look, was looking at the water mirrors in front of her, looking at the human monks and creatures who were either chased by wind and sand, or shouted abstain from the throne, curled their lips and looked disdainful.

"This guy is pretty good. I found the trick to break the barrier..."

The next moment, his eyes fell on a water mirror. When he saw a figure dripping blood but standing in the center of the sandstorm and was rushing with the movement of the sandstorm, he nodded slightly and praised.

This figure is Lin Mo!

The center of the storm is often the quietest place. Lin Mo took a gamble, rushed into the sandstorm, broke through the dust, entered the center, and found peace.

"This slave is not bad, too..."

Immediately afterwards, he looked at the other water mirror, like a forest, and was sweeping in the center of a sandstorm. The leading creature in the cave also nodded slightly.
Chapter completed!