Night falls quietly, and the endless desert is silent. Only the cool night wind whizzes by, washing away the heat of the day.

Yu Ling and others were sitting around in a large tent, all looking a little tired.

They had squandered their last chance. This Blood Moon Desert was a completely strange and closed world. When everyone went north to a certain distance, they were teleported back. Those space cracks were simply insurmountable.

It would be great if Nian Yubai or Fang Jingcheng were here. Although those two guys are not very reliable, their spatial attainments are indeed profound and they would have some understanding of this situation.

The only thing Yu Ling could do was to stay away from the hinterland of the Blood Moon Desert before dark and come to an area with light red sand to reduce the danger as much as possible.

After all, he had hit the wall twice and gained some experience. He knew the distance just right now. If he went ten kilometers further, he might encounter that kind of weird space crack, so stopping at this position was the limit.

During this period, Yu Ling also contacted Murong Xin'er once, but she didn't respond for a long time. She didn't know what the situation was. But Yu Ling knew after thinking about it that Murong Xin'er's situation was not optimistic, and she was probably in some kind of pursuit.

In the killing state, they still have the energy to hide and will not be caught immediately.

It seems that there is no need to count on the Murong family. Fortunately, Wan Baiyi is more reliable and has set up a kind of ninth-level Dao realm defensive spiritual formation, which can almost withstand a full blow from a master who has reached the peak of enlightenment.

From the first step into the Tao realm, the spiritual formations are no longer divided according to realms, but unified into a nine-level system. The first level is the highest and the ninth level is the lowest. But even the worst ninth-level spiritual formation is worse than

The formations in the Melting Void Realm are several times or ten times more powerful.

Guiyun was busy telling Sweet Potato: "You must grab these packets of poison. If an enemy attacks you, just rush over with a 'swish' sound and sprinkle poison all over it. I don't believe it and you can't handle it."

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Peng Zhizhong and Long Ziculu were also sitting cross-legged, seemingly in meditation, but in fact they were releasing their soul power, alert to all disturbances.

"No, the space structure here is too complicated, far beyond my ability to understand. I'm afraid only the master of 'Zhiwei' can figure out the secret..."

Wan Baiyi suddenly opened her eyes and said softly with a pale face.

She is considered to be the one with the highest level among everyone present. Although she has not specifically studied space Taoism, she has more or less experienced the complete Fusion Realm, and she is better than Yu Ling and the others no matter what.

"What is Zhiwei?" Gui Yun looked confused.

Wan Baiyi sighed and said: "I also occasionally heard a passing southern cultivator mention that the level of space Taoism is independent of the cultivation system. There are five realms in total: melting the void, searching for the deep, and knowing.

Micro, natural, combined with the sky."

"I don’t need to say anything about Rongxu. As long as the spiritual power system reaches the Rongxu realm, it will be regarded as stepping into this threshold. But the next four realms are more difficult than the other. When the space method reaches the Suoyou realm, it can be enshrined in the Southern Realm.

As an honored guest, Zhiwei is the master that everyone respects. Grandmaster Tiancheng has visited the southern realm several times and there are only three of them. As for Hekong...it seems that only Daoyu Galaxy has such people, and they are called Kongzun."

Wan Baiyi felt quite ashamed and said: "I don't have much understanding of space Taoism, and I haven't been able to step into the Suoyou realm until now, because I don't actually know very well how these five realms are divided, let alone the future path.

How to go."

"Anyway, the spatial structure of this Blood Moon Desert is something I have never seen or heard of. It seems to be...countless broken spaces pieced together, but there are no traces of acquired consequences. It is only clearly separated from the outside world at the edges, just like that person

The eldest daughter of the Murong family said that she didn't feel anything when she came in, but it's difficult to get out."

Zhou Aobai widened his eyes and said, "It's hard to get back, but there is always a way out. Otherwise, how would people outside know the color of the sand in the Blood Moon Desert, and how would they know all the weird things here?"

Wan Baiyi smiled bitterly and said: "It's not impossible to go out, but you need to try your luck. If you are lucky, you can just walk away and leave here, but if you are not lucky... you may be teleported back every time."

"Let's spend this evening peacefully." Yu Ling rubbed his eyebrows. Although the surroundings were quiet from dusk to late at night, his vigilance and vigilance did not decrease at all.

Everyone couldn't help but fell silent and continued to pay careful attention to their surroundings.

The night became darker, and it seemed that only a few of them were left alone in the entire land. Apart from that, there was not even a sound of insects or birds, and the silence was a bit scary.

Everyone has been in a state of high concentration. Even the slight sound of the night wind blowing sand grains can make the sweet potato fuzz nervously. After scaring themselves several times, everyone has become exhausted, but they still have to hold on.

Upon seeing this, Yu Ling originally wanted everyone to take turns to rest, but those who were resting couldn't rest well at all, and their heartstrings were so tense that they couldn't fall into meditation peacefully, so it was better for everyone to keep vigil together.

Fortunately, the slanting moon is gradually disappearing into the sky, and in another hour, it should be dawn.

Everyone suddenly became energetic. Regardless of whether they could escape from this hellish place tomorrow, it would be much safer during the day. There was no need for such turmoil and chaos. Otherwise, if they continued to suffer like this, even the toughest people would collapse.

Guiyun couldn't help but yawned. Just as she was about to say something to lighten the atmosphere, a sad sob suddenly reached her eardrums.

"What a sound!"

Gui Yun suddenly stood up and glanced at everyone nervously, hoping that everyone could tell her calmly that this was just her imagination.

However, everyone reacted faster than she did. They each grabbed their weapons and leaned back to back, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Hongshu huddled on Wan Baiyi's shoulder, shivering and trembling: "I, I didn't sense the breath of a living person..."

After a brief silence, Gui Yun couldn't help but shouted angrily: "How long has it been? You're still scary! Go out and see what's going on!"

Hongshu immediately screamed: "Master, don't you know that you are as timid as a mouse? I, I, I cannot take on such an important responsibility, can you please replace me with someone else!"

"Aren't you trying to piss me off to death!" Gui Yun almost roared.

Hongshu could only look at her aggrievedly, with tears welling up in its eyes. Its two paws tightly grasped the skirt of Wan Bai's clothes, with a posture of "I would rather die than obey."

"It seems like someone is coming?" Luo Shuanghuan suddenly spoke, with a bit of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

"Is he a warrior?" Long Zulu and Peng Zhizhong also used their soul power to detect the situation outside.

"Be careful." Yu Ling said in a deep voice, opened the tent door and walked out.

Under the gloomy moonlight, among the continuous sand dunes, a lonely figure was seen staggering, stumbling step by step. It seemed that he was not moving forward by relying on his own strength, but was being pulled by some inexplicable energy.

Yu Ling pulled out the Ningmo Sword, feeling awe-struck in his heart, because he also felt that this warrior was not like a living person, and the pitiful sobs were coming from the other party's mouth intermittently.

As the distance got closer, Yu Ling gradually saw the appearance of that person clearly. He was a very young man with a lost and confused look on his face. His eyes were staring straight ahead with a sluggish expression, and he looked miserable.

He kept mumbling some sentences in his mouth.

It wasn't until he staggered within three hundred meters that Yu Ling could barely make out the young man's words.

"Help me...it hurts..."

"What's wrong with me...help..."

"Why is this happening...I don't want to..."

"Let me go...I really want to die..."

The young man would breathe heavily every time he took a few steps. He seemed to be trying to stop, but within two seconds, there would be an invisible force pushing him to move forward, which made his posture extremely weird.

"Is there anyone... is there anyone..."

The young man murmured dully, his empty eyes suddenly reflected Yu Ling's figure, and then a strange expression that seemed to be crying and laughing appeared on his face.

Yu Ling noticed that under the gloomy moonlight, there was nothing behind the young man.
Chapter completed!