Shui Mo is a road fool. He asked about Suan Ni and said.
"Isn't the biggest king in the desert your little Suanni? My little master, you all come with me."
Suanni smiled slightly and strode down the sand dune with his head held high.
In the desert, a dense line of footprints stretches all the way westward in the sea of sand.
A pitch-black phantom moved forward with difficulty, swaying step by step, along the frenzied wind and sand waves in the sand sea.
Perhaps because he was traveling against the wind, he seemed a little out of his depth.
At this moment, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and all his thoughts were lost...
However, he was very unwilling and fought hard against the desert.
All of this can be read from his slender back, swaying and struggling desperately in the violent storm of the sand sea.
He is none other than the Ice Demon Sword who defeated the Westward Journey from Xuefeng Mountain.
At this moment, his face had no color of snow, and underneath the wrinkled pine tree bark, the helplessness and sadness in his heart could not be seen.
Because his moisture has been blown away by the dry wind in the desert.
There were no tears, no water, and all he had was a faint obsession with the Savior, as weak as a mosquito.
He hated, hated that the little fairy and little fairy boy were more cunning and cunning than him.
He was helpless, helpless because of his own incompetence. He couldn't defeat the younger generation of the Tian family, so he had to rush to seek refuge with an arrogant boy who couldn't catch his eye.
In Xuefeng Mountain, he had met that man, a descendant of a madman who was so stupid that he dared to compete with the sky for victory.
Yes, if the master hadn't been bewitched by them, how could he have been beaten into Xuefeng Mountain by Days Old and frozen for hundreds of millions of years?
He was helpless. Wouldn't it be better to guard that ice and snow tomb? Why did he come to this deadly desert?
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Ice Demon Knife had mixed feelings in his heart. He tried several times to find a sand dune to put it in, but it was all over.
But then I thought about it, if I die, who will protect that poor master?
If that blind man touched his corpse and accidentally knocked over the ice lamp above his head, wouldn't he also be wiped out in ashes and thrown into the eighteenth level of hell...?
Death is not terrible.
The scary thing is that after you die, you will not be able to go up to heaven, go down to hell, be reborn as a fetus, be a human being, or be a cow...!
The less the Ice Demon Sword stopped thinking about it, the more he began to think wildly, and gradually he became lost in the vast expanse of yellow sand.
When he woke up again, he was surrounded by countless weird people.
"What is this place? How did I get here? What do these monsters want...?"
Ice Demon Sword continued to pretend to be dead because he felt that he had no strength left and did not dare to act rashly.
One meter away in front of him was a blazing bonfire, around which a group of strong and powerful aliens were singing ghost songs and dancing ghost steps.
"Damn it, have we reached the underworld yet? If I still have the slightest bit of strength, I will let you, the king of the underworld, get under the table and call daddy."
The Ice Demon Sword's heart was filled with rage, and waves of heart-wrenching tearing sensations in the skin all over his body instantly rushed to his brain, and then to every inch of skin on his body.
"Ouch!"
He finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Made!..."
The Ice Demon Sword opened his eyes and looked around, then gritted his teeth and returned to calm.
Fortunately, those people were either busy feasting on the fatty beef bones, drinking from large bowls and shouting, or dancing the ghost dance with their bowls of wine...!
Ice Demon Sword is very lucky that he is not dead yet.
But for a while, he had no idea how to regain his strength as soon as possible.
Waves of the aroma of wine and meat floated in the wind and entered the taste buds of Ice Demon Knife. His heart skipped a beat, his nerves began to slowly squirm, and his fingers inadvertently raised slightly.
Yes, isn’t the wine and meat in these people’s hands ready-made water and food?
With these foods, we should be able to break out of this ghostly desert.
Maybe it can even increase your skills a little bit!
In despair, Ice Demon Knife was saved by the aroma of wine and meat. A flash of light flashed in the depths of his mind, and his physical strength gradually recovered.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying among a pile of dry wood.
It turned out that these guys had picked him up as firewood and brought him back.
"What a risk! It's a good thing they didn't throw it into the fire in advance. Otherwise, the consequences would be really unimaginable."
The Ice Demon Sword saw his current situation clearly, the desire to survive burst out of his body again, and his strength gradually recovered a lot.
After all, the aroma of wine and meat can heal your dehydrated soul. No wonder the soul bugs in Hongchen Inn are drinking and eating meat!
Okay, when I regain some strength, I will have a feast of monster flesh and blood and the aroma of desert wine.
Ice Demon Sword thought this way, feeling very happy in his heart. Gradually, his restless and restless soul returned to its original state, and his body began to gradually become softer.
At this moment, a female monster wearing a sheep's head hat walked up to him, picked him up by the waist, and threw him into the fire together with several other dead trees and broken branches.
Mad, you want to set me on fire.
If you give me advice, how will I meet my master in the future?
Just at the critical moment when he was about to enter the fire, the Ice Demon Sword was full of energy and suddenly surged, twisting off the head of the female monster holding him.
Opening his big mouth, he swallowed the charming little monster alive.
A vicious cold air filled his limbs and bones, causing his magic to return from all directions in an instant and attach itself to his soul again.
The Ice Demon Sword was so full of energy that he just packed up and swallowed the group of strange creatures who were feasting around the campfire without stopping. He licked his lower lip and felt a little numb and thicker.
"Maybe he's drunk."
The Ice Demon Knife muttered to himself, stumbling and crawling along the setting sun in the west.
The end of the Red River Valley is located on a wet and smelly beach more than 100 kilometers away from the coast of Hawaii.
Looking from a distance along the beach, the Magic Jungle is hidden in the westernmost part of the Kingdom of Hawaii, where it has been covered with dark clouds for many years, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves can be faintly heard.
"When you arrive in the Kingdom of Intimidation, you have just walked out of the desert. If you are an ordinary god, you will not be able to walk out of this sea of sand! Unless he is as awesome as our master."
Suan Ni looked at the Xia Wei Kingdom, which was within easy reach, and shouted loudly like Shui Mo asking for credit, and said.
"Senior brother, I don't quite believe what you say."
Tu Xing Qingyun looked at the deep white bones on the beach in the distance and the blood-red cold sand around the bones. He spoke to Suanni unnaturally and said.
"Do you believe it or not, am I still begging you to believe it? If you don't believe it yourself, just take a good look at the bones and blood stains on the beach in front of you, and then think about it again: Who is it? I want you to believe it at this stall.
Have you broken into that evil demonic jungle?"
Suanni made some small talk and spoke to Tu Xing Qingyun and the others unhappily.
"Don't worry about it for now. Let's go up and take a look. Maybe we can find some clues!"
As soon as Shui Mo patted Suan Ni, he immediately flew towards the white bones in front of him.