The Yazi wasteland is full of rolling rocks.

There are strange rocks, some are towering, some are as tall as mountains, and some are densely built into forests. Walking in it is like stepping into a world of land.

There are always ashes floating in the air in the Yazi Desolate Realm, making the sky look foggy and breathing harder, which makes people feel more and more depressed, especially the feeling of inhaling a lot of ashes every time you breathe. Yes, the alchemists involuntarily began to hold their breath and activate the inner elixir to activate the inner breath.

Fang Dang reached out to take a slightly larger piece of ashes, twisted it on his fingertips, and then dirty his fingers.

This kind of ashes is not unfamiliar to Fang Dang. Such as ashes can often be seen in the Fire Poison City. They were burned and evaporated by the alchemy furnace and fire. Fang Dang had no idea how the ashes came from.

Fang Dang followed the people all the way, listening intently. At this time, he had roughly figured out the names and sects of the ten alchemists in front of him.

Except for Baoxiang from Jiuhua Sect and Yun Miao from Piaomiao Sect, the other eight alchemists are Zheng Yue from the Emperor's Sect, Wang Yizi from the Yidan Palace, Jia Yuanjun from Jie Da, Li Yunnuan from the Ditian Palace, Ye Kexin from Qianxin Castle, and Pan Zhi from the one sect.

Among them, Li Yunnuan and Ye Kexin are a pair of Taoist couples. Li Yunnuan looks like a young woman. She can’t say she looks very good, but she has a positive face, fair skin, slightly fleshy lips, and a face that is always cold and cold that no one can approach. But the more a woman is, the more likely she is to arouse the man’s desire.

Li Yunnuan and Yun Miao, who don’t look big but have a proud figure, happen to be two completely different styles. Li Yunnuan is of course good, but Yun Miao is not bad either.

Many alchemists always glanced at Li Yunnuan and Yun Miao.

There is no way, there are too many bachelors in front of you.

Also, although Yunshui and Pan Zhi of Qianxinbao are both men, they do not seem to have a simple relationship with each other.

Yunshui has a pretty face and a little feminine. His moon-white robe makes him look very chic, while Pan Zhi is quite masculine, with clear edges and angular faces, his eyes shine brightly, and his muscles are strong on his body. At first glance, Kong Wu is powerful.

Fang Dang finally came to a conclusion after observing for a long time that Yunshui and Pan Zhi were actually in a Taoist relationship.

Things like this are not uncommon in the Shangyou Realm. As long as one party is willing to change the attributes of the golden elixir, it can completely transform into a female. Then the dragon yang merges and breaks its sleeves and makes it beautiful.

For Fang Dang, he felt a little chill when he thought about this kind of thing, but Fang Dang did not hate this kind of alchemist as much as the Shitou Right Guard. In Fang Dang's opinion, it was his own choice to be a Taoist partner with. Although Fang Dang would never accept this choice, Fang Dang would not hinder others' choices. Especially in this Upper Netherworld where female alchemists were extremely lacking. Fang Dang believed that many alchemists who had the same sex were probably the last resort to go further.

In the words of several people, Fang Dang knew that there seemed to be some hatred between Yidan Palace and the Emperor's Sect, and there was little dialogue between them. Once they had a dialogue, they would definitely be tit-for-tat. However, Fang Dang could feel the restraint of both sides. After all, this was the Yazi Wasteland Realm, not the sea of ​​clouds in the Upper Goblin Realm. Dancers with not powerful sects like them could survive only by cooperating.

Fang Dang didn't know these people's sects. After hearing the names of these sects, Shitou Right Guard thought for a long time before he remembered the Emperor's Sect and Qianxin Castle. As for Yidan Palace and Duntian Palace, he couldn't remember them anyway.

However, in the impression of the Shitou Right Guard, the two sects, the Emperor's Sect and Qianxin Castle, are completely negligible. According to the Shitou Right Guard, such sects generally have only dozens of alchemists, and in the sects in the Shangyou Realm, they are like cranes.

If it were in the past, the disciples of the Fire Poison Immortal Palace would not even look at the disciples of these sects at once. Even if the cultivation level of both sides is similar, there is no level between the two. The sect level is like a family background. Sometimes, although they are not convinced, they can do nothing.

Walking along the way, Fang Dang watched around and listened to the conversations of the alchemists ahead, collecting all the information that could be collected.

At this time, a yellow floating dust floated from afar. The floating dust didn't look big from afar, but when I got to the front and back, I realized that it was a giant, slowly advancing. Although it looked like a floating dust, it seemed quite heavy. I slowly moved forward and made a rumbling roar, rolling and swallowing a large area of ​​strange rocks.

"Don't fall into this kind of dust." Fairy Yun Miao said in her unique voice with a little babyish aura.

"What? These floating dusts are very powerful?" Jia Yuanjun from Yidan Palace asked.

Jia Yuanjun was most concerned about Yun Miao and wanted to show something in front of Yun Miao from time to time. Although the other alchemists were the same, they were not as close to Yun Miao as Jia Yuanjun. Yun Miao had nothing to say to talk to him, which was almost shameless.

Fairy Yun Miao's face, which looked like a baby, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and her pink lips seemed to be shining with a star-like luster. "When this piece of dust passes, you will know."

Fang Dang and others stopped and their eyes were betting on the dust.

Fang Dang was behind everyone, and his eyes were covered with a white film. Then Fang Dang's expression on his face was slightly shocked and silent.

The floating dust was like a huge piece of gel, slowly rolling forward. Wherever it passed, the hard stone was peeled off a thick layer of skin. The stone, which was originally one meter in diameter, was only sixty centimeters left.

There were shocking small grooves on the stone, which looked like they were raked out with a dense rake.

At this time, the expressions on the faces of the alchemists became not very good.

The stones in the Yazi Wasteland are quite hard, much harder than those in the sea of ​​clouds. It is difficult for ordinary golden elixirs to destroy stones. Only Xuandan elixirs can do it. The floating dust can polish the stones into this shape, which shows that there is something strange inside. If they, the blue elixirs and green elixirs, fell into this floating dust, although they would not suffer too much damage, they would definitely consume a lot of power.

All the alchemists looked at Yun Miao. Since Yun Miao knew the danger of this floating dust, he must have known why this floating dust is so dangerous.

Yun Miao put away his previous faint smile and looked a little solemn: "These are not floating dust, but small insects. They are so small that they cannot see the naked eye. They have extremely strong gnawing power. Maybe you think you are green elixirs. These floating dust are not dangerous to you, but I can tell you clearly that if any of you fall into this floating dust, the tiny life in the floating dust will begin to gnaw on you. You may think that your protective light and qi can protect yourself, but in front of these little guys called mayfly ghosts, there is no use for any protective light and qi."

"They will continue to accumulate on you, devouring all the power in you until all your power is consumed, and then they will leave."

Yun Miao's words made everyone feel a little afraid of the dust-like ephemeral ghosts, but it is not true that they are really afraid of it. After all, the floating dust swims slowly. As long as it doesn't have a fever, it will definitely not be a problem. Besides, if you go in, you just want to find a way to rush out immediately. Could it be that they can't let these ephemeral ghosts chew at will?

But Fang Dang looked at the floating dust again and felt some conspiracy in his heart.

"I heard that these mayfly ghost nests at the core of the floating dust are acquired treasures among the Eight Desolates. Unfortunately, we don't have the ability to get it." Yun Miao sighed and continued to move forward.

There are treasures everywhere in the Eight Deserts. The key is whether you have the ability to get the treasure. All the alchemists understand this very well, so they will not have any covetous desire for the mayfly ghost nest.

In fact, as long as it is such a group of things, their nests are all treasures. Getting their nests is equivalent to getting these things. However, it is difficult to sacrifice their nests into their own treasures.

The group of alchemists continued to move forward, Fang Dang glanced at the yellow dust gradually fading behind him, and then continued to move forward.

The group walked for about a quarter of an hour. Baoxiang and Yun Miao, who were walking in the front, suddenly slowed down. Fang Dang and others all woke up and moved closer together as quickly as possible.

Then Fang Dang saw a battlefield where smoke and dust were still rolling.

It was obvious that there had just been a fierce battle here, with huge pits and dark explosion marks left on the huge rocks. These marks were moving forward, and the stone ground seemed to be crawling past by some giant beast, leaving shocking rough traces.

The alchemists were all frightened. It was obvious that a fierce battle had just happened here not long ago. Seeing the traces of magic weapons attacks, it was obvious that the alchemists took action. Logically speaking, they should not be far from this battle. How could they not hear any sound of a fight of such a scale?

It's like a firecracker bursting in front of you, but there is no sound at all. This feeling will make people feel like something is wrong with their ears.

Dansbo, who had been walking in the front, was flying cautiously and cautiously, tracking the traces of the battle.

After tracking for more than ten miles, the traces of the fight came to an abrupt end, bloodstains appeared on the ground, and a broken magic weapon was thrown to the ground, flashing with the last faint fluorescence, and then it went out like a candlelight board.

"This is the magic weapon Wood Ape of the Blood Hand of the Giant Wood Sect!" Jie Da from Yidan Palace seemed to have a better understanding of the blood hand of the Giant Wood Sect. He slightly identified the texture on the magic weapon fragment, and then shouted in surprise.

"The bloody hand of the Giant Wood Sect? His cultivation level should have reached the late stage of the Green Pill, but he didn't expect it to be damaged here." Wang Yizi from the Emperor's Sect reached out and captured the wooden ape. Wang Yizi took action too quickly, and the rest of the alchemists were a little slower, and finally this broken magic weapon fell into the alchemist's hands.

Jie Da and Jia Yuanjun from Yidan Palace turned slightly dark, and they said nothing after slanting their lips. Jie Da felt a little guilty. He was a little closer to the fragments of Mumu Ape. However, he was shocked just now, but he forgot to collect treasures. It really shouldn't be!

After the other Dans looked bad, it would be fine. After all, they were quick and slow, and they had nothing to say.

A magic weapon is good, but it is not easy to get it directly, so a broken magic weapon fragment is also good. It is recycled as a material and returned to the sea of ​​Shangyou Clouds to re-sacrifice and refine it again.

In fact, for those big sects, these magic weapon fragments are not of great significance. After all, there is no shortage of materials in these sects, but for Yidan Palace, the magic weapon fragments are all treasures.

They walked all the way to the end, and there was no idea of ​​collecting fragments of magic weapons damaged by the alchemists.

To put it bluntly, they are just waiting to eat some food residues left by the big sect. It sounds bad, but this is the safest and most appropriate road.

"I don't know what the bloody hand touched."

Baoxiang, who had been silent, looked around and said, "Eight alchemists came to Jumumen this time, and there seems to be no reason for Blood Hand to be alone."

After Baoxiang finished speaking, the ten alchemists looked around, with a solemn and cautious expression on their faces. In fact, they knew very well that the traces of fighting along the way were definitely not one or two alchemists who were taking action. In other words, I am afraid that the eight alchemists from the Giant Wood Sect had all died.

Their group should not be too far from the disciples of the Giant Wood Sect. Even if they watched the floating dust swallowing the huge rock halfway, it would not take much time. In other words, the eight alchemists of the Giant Wood Sect were killed in a short period of time, and their bodies were gone. Looking at the traces of the battle along the way, it was obvious that the disciples of the Giant Wood Sect were fighting desperately, not because they were suddenly attacked and wiped out.

How powerful should the other party be able to swallow the eight disciples of the Giant Wood Sect in just a short time?

After a group of alchemists walked around again, they continued to set off. Compared to the previous chat and laughter, this time, all the alchemists became much silent. Fang Dang could hear a lot of useful information after following him, but now, except for Jia Yuanjun, these alchemists occasionally showed in front of Yun Miao, the other alchemists obviously no longer talked about things that had nothing to do with the present.

After all, the life and death pressure they faced was really a mistake in this Jiaozi wasteland, and it would be a disaster. Moreover, from here on, there were probably no alchemists who pioneered their way for them. In other words, they were originally behind and now have become the forefront, which is very bad.

In fact, when it comes to cultivation, the alchemists in front of you may not be worse than the eight alchemists in the Giant Wood Sect, but the Giant Wood Sect is a sect, and they are seven sects, with a thick rope and seven thin ropes that cannot be twisted together. There is no need to say much about the difference between them.

The group walked forward for about two or three hours. Because they were nervous along the way, the alchemists were a little tired. If they were in normal times, this would be impossible for them.

Baoxiang suggested that everyone stop and rest. After all, in this Yaozi wasteland, the most sufficient combat power should be guaranteed in any case to face dangers that may come at any time.

The elixirs were all experienced in battle formations and knew when they should rest. At this time, they fell into the cracks of huge rocks and began to regulate their breathing. In fact, their physical fatigue was far from reaching, but the psychological pressure was accumulated layer by layer. The main thing they were to regulate at this time was the tense emotions in their minds.

Fang Dang had no rest, and Fang Dang was not without pressure, but this kind of pressure was nothing to Fang Dang. This was thanks to Fang Dang's childhood. When he was young, he was facing this life threat that would appear anytime and anywhere. In order to protect his younger brother and sister, he was always nervous.

When the alchemists saw Fang Dang not resting, they jumped onto a huge rock and looked around, and they were disdainful. They were not sure how many tricks were used to be used when they could enter the Shangyou Realm. At this time, they didn't even know what they should do. I guess this guy would be buried in the Yazi Wasteland Realm.

Fang Dang stood on the highest boulder and looked around from here, but he couldn't see much farther away. The sky of the Yazi Wasteland Realm was always covered with a layer of ashes. From the beginning of entering this world, Fang Dang had never seen a clear sky. Among such as ash, no matter how good Fang Dang's eyes were, he could not see ten miles away. Even if Fang Dang used the Five Thieves' Observation Method and penetrated the layers of ashes, he could only see twenty miles away.

In Fang Dang's Five Thieves' Observation Method, the Yazi Wasteland is like a chaotic world, with various qi veins everywhere. Whether in the mortal world or the upper secluded world, the qi veins are quite gentle, relatively independent of each other, and not entangled with each other. However, at this point, the struggle between the qi veins is going on all the time, and the veins are swallowing each other and growing stronger. However, after they grow to a certain level, they will collapse and turn into qi veins again and continue to swallow each other. This process is like a cycle of reincarnation that will never be solved. Those veins sink into it and cannot be extricated. Fang Dang vaguely feels that these veins want to achieve and do something, but unfortunately, for some reason, they will never do it.

The alchemists adjusted their breathing almost the same. When they stood up, Fang Dang also withdrew their gaze. Suddenly, a ray of light flashed in the distance. Fang Dang narrowed his eyes and saw that the place where the light was flashing was too far away from here, and Fang Dang could not see the situation there.

Fang Dang frowned. At this time, Baoxiang and others had already traveled again. The direction they were moving forward was not the position where the light was flashing. After thinking about it, Fang Dang finally suppressed his curiosity and followed the team.

Everyone walked forward for more than thirty miles, and there was no danger along the way, but after more than thirty miles, the ashes in the air around them became more and more, as if they were in heavy fog, and the speed of the group became slower and slower. At this time, many alchemists took out pills and began to record the situation here, reflecting everything around them. After taking them back to the sect, they were all valuable assets. Although the situation in the Eight Desolations is always changing, it is better to know some than to know nothing. As a predecessor, one has to pave the way for future generations.

Seeing that the ashes were increasing and the visibility was getting lower and lower, the speed of the Dans walking became slower and slower. The treasure elephant in front suddenly stopped again, and the rest had already tightened their nerves, but the Dans gathered over and asked in a low voice.
Chapter completed!