Scalloping sun, quicksand!

The scorching sun like fire, the quicksand like lava, and the air on the sand surface twists and turns due to the heat, making everything in front of you a little illusory. The scorching sun in the sky is dazzling, and the yellow sand under your feet is dazzling, connecting the sky to the ground, endless.

Han Yun half-squinted his eyes, put his hands on the awning to look out. Wherever he saw the yellow sand was long, he smelled a burnt smell on his nose, and looked down. He saw wisps of white smoke coming from the pair of flying cloud boots on his feet. A burst of heat came, and it burned wildly, instantly turning into a pile of ashes. When the hot wind blew, it rolled away with the quicksand. [bsp;     Han Yun lifted his barefoot, feeling that the yellow sand on the ground was hotter than the red soldering iron. Turning his head to look, all the footprints behind him were buried again by the quicksand. Han Yun spread his body and ran barefoot on the quicksand, like a goshawk flying in the autumn wheat field.

He ran for hundreds of miles in one breath, and the constant quicksand sun was burned with a slight pain in his eyes. Although his barefoots were wrapped with spiritual power, they were still soaked with blisters. It was not that Han Yun did not want to fly to the object, but that there seemed to be a layer of ban in this place. As long as the object took off, it would attract countless terrible sword shadows to attack. Han Yun tried several times, but he was almost injured. In desperation, he had to walk on the quicksand. But this was fine. Even if there were pursuers behind him, he could not catch up easily. After all, this layer of ban was a big help to Han Yun, otherwise he might have been caught up by Xie Kun and others.

He had to use his spiritual power to resist the high-temperature poisonous days that could cook people, and to rush at full speed. Han Yun felt that his spiritual power was gradually not supported. The yellow sand was everywhere, and there was no trace of shade except the rolling dunes, so he couldn't find any shade. He couldn't stop and rest for a while. The quicksand on the ground, which was as hot as lava, could not stand for a long time, so he could only keep running forward.

"It would be great if the Linshui Cold Crystal was not sold!" Han Yun said in his heart, and suddenly he moved his heart. While running, he took out the slim green jade box from the storage belt. As soon as the lid was opened, a cold mist emerged from the box. An instant coldness came to his face, and the heat around him was immediately forced to retreat. Han Yun couldn't help but breathe a long breath, from the end of his hair to his toes. It felt so cool, and he felt much more relaxed.

He ran all the way with a delicate green jade box in his arms, without the ability to resist the heat, and the speed was soon much faster.

"Huh!" Han Yun suddenly slowed down, and saw a small corner of black things not far away in front of him, half-covered and half-buried, looking so eye-catching on a yellow sand dune. Han Yun spread his body and swept over. The thing turned out to be a gray-black robe. It seemed to be made of special materials. It was not afraid of the heat of the high temperature and was buried on the yellow sand and was not burned.

Han Yun pulled the robe and pulled a white skeleton out, scattered all over the ground. The pale bones fell on the sand and immediately broke into pieces. A green jade sign, a seal bracelet and a storage belt fell on the ground.

Han Yun's eyes suddenly widened, picked up the green jade waist tag and looked at it. It was the waist tag worn by the disciples of the Jindan stage of the Kurt Sect. With this guy's Jindan stage cultivation level, he actually died on the way to exile. It's really tragic. Could it be that he was exiled after being seriously injured?

Han Yun looked at the green jade waist tag in reverse, but saw a "cloud" engraved on it. A strange look appeared on his face and said to himself: "It's so unlucky, there is a word "cloud" in this guy's name!"

After erasing the spiritual imprint of the seal bracelet, I found that there was only a flying beast bone left inside, and my mouth was still wide open. It seemed that the owner was dead. The mount was not fed by the spirit stone and starved to death. From this, it seemed that this guy had been dead for a long time.

Han Yun couldn't help but feel vaguely worried. Yaoyao, a female person, was here, and now she was not doing anything! Thinking of the missing tower guard, Han Yun felt even more bad premonition in his heart. Although the guy had an arm destroyed by himself and his cultivation was greatly exhausted, he was still a Jindan stage cultivator. The yin-absorbing technique practiced by this guy who was not a human, ghost-not a ghost, was specifically used to absorb the female Yin Yuan. If Yaoyao met him, it would be in danger.

Han Yun opened the storage belt and saw a little surprise. This unlucky guy had a huge net worth, with just 400,000 spirit stones, and several top-grade magic weapons at the same level, as well as a fourth-grade sword weapon, with a lot of magic talismans and commonly used elixirs. Han Yun couldn't help but wonder: "Is this guy also invaded? He was well prepared, not as if he was forcibly exiled!"

"Hey, the slim green jade box!" Han Yun actually found a slim green jade box from the worn storage belt. Han Yun couldn't help but look forward to it. This guy is rich and the things in the box must be valuable. But when he opened it, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. It was empty inside and there was not a single bird's hair.

Finally, he pulled out a long scroll, like a scroll. Han Yun couldn't help but look forward to it again and thought to himself: "The scroll collected by the Jindan stage monk is definitely not an ordinary item, but may be a magic weapon like the Blood River Map!"

Han Yun held the scroll slowly and opened it. A green dress first caught his eye. It turned out to be a portrait of a person. The scroll was completely opened, and a beautiful woman in green appeared on the paper. Han Yun felt a thunderous sound of her head and stayed there in an instant.

I saw the woman in the painting, with a slim figure and white skin as snow. Her appearance was not very beautiful at first glance, but the more she looked, the more beautiful she felt, the more fascinated she felt, and she was unknowingly immersed. Her eyebrows, nose, lips and earlobes were very clever and exquisite, making people indulge in it. A faint smile came out of the corner of her mouth, which made people feel kind and friendly. The autumn waves were full, with three sacredness, and the whole person seemed to be about to walk down from the drawing paper.

Han Yun looked at the woman in the painting with a steady look, as if it was a long time. Perhaps when the chaos first opened, a pair of such eyes had been staring at him affectionately. A throbbing surged from the bottom of his heart, and his hands trembled slightly. The woman in the painting seemed to tremble, and the snow-white pink neck changed color, then her face became blurred, and a pair of merciful eyes suddenly became hot.

Blow! The flames ignited, and the scroll suddenly burned. Han Yun woke up. It turned out that the paper was unable to withstand the high temperature under the scorching sun, and it actually ignited spontaneously. At this time, it was too late to make up for it. In the flash, it was only time to see the next word "Azure Blue".

The painting suddenly burned into ashes, but the voice, appearance and smile of the woman in the painting were deeply engraved in Han Yun's mind, which was so profound. Han Yun shook his head slightly, pondered for a moment, picked up the broken bones on the ground and piled them together, dug a hole in the quicksand, paved the ground with spirit stones around the hole, put the broken bones in, covered two pieces with spirit stones, and buried them with quicksand, and piled up a pile of small tombs.

Han Yun stood quietly in front of the tomb for a while, and said lightly: "Senior, please bless me and look for Yaoyao!" After that, he spread his body and ran away.

Han Yun didn't know why he did this. Maybe it was because the person's name also had the word "yun", or maybe it was because the woman in the painting was like Yaoyao, and she was wearing green clothes. This senior from the Jindan stage brought her portrait to the dead wood ghost realm, or maybe he and she had also staged a story like Yaoyao.

Han Yun vaguely felt that what he was doing today seemed to be a continuation of this senior. But this senior failed and fell in this sea of ​​death. Will he repeat his ending?

Han Yun ran forward with a thunderous force. Twelve hours had passed. The scorching sun in the sky was still hanging in the sky and raging, as if there was no night at all. This place was called the Dead Wood Ghost Realm, but it was not worthy of the word "ghost". There was no bleak wind or miserable, and there were no wandering lonely ghosts. Instead, the sun was "bright" and so brilliant that it could turn the ghost into "fried ghosts".

At this time, Han Yun was a little desperate. Calculated the time, he had been running for three days, the desert was still the same, and the sun was still the same. If it weren't for the cold fog grass, Han Yun would have been unable to hold on. He would have seen dead bones from time to time along the way. These were disciples of the Killing Wood Sect who could not withstand the high temperature and died in exile. Han Yun's anxiety was getting worse and worse, and he was really afraid that a bone in a green skirt would suddenly appear in front of him.

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Chapter completed!