The people from the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan came, as Haotian expected, only some servants were left in the Western Imperial Palace above the sky, and Haotian still lived in Yujing Mountain for a long time.

Nowadays, there are many quasi-saints in the West and there are unknown disasters. The Heavenly Court must do its best to guard against the witch clan at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and it is simply unable to take care of the western land.

"I didn't expect it was General Fei Lian, who was in a bad mood to welcome him! Please come in!" As Fei Lian was waiting, Haotian's voice came from the mansion.

He looked quite heroic in his animal leather battle suit. A folding fan in his hand flashed with a strange light, which was the supreme weapon for killing people and soul-catching people.

"The last general Fei Lian pays homage to His Majesty the Western Emperor, and His Majesty's Holy Body Jin'an!" Fei Lian has been in the upper position for a long time and is quite polite, so he bent down to bow down to worship.

Haotian looked happy and helped him up, and smiled and said, "Since he is in the land of Western Kunlun, he should call him the Spirit King!"

"Yes, the Spirit King!"

After a cup of tea, Haotian asked, "Where is the marshal?"

"I will not hide it from the Spirit King. His Majesty the Demon Emperor specially ordered the entrustment to monitor the movements of the Three Qingshu. A few days ago, there was a strange movement in the Hetu Luoshu. Xiniu Hezhou may be in trouble." Fei Lian said as he focused on Haotian's expression.

But what made him feel thrilled was that from beginning to end, Haotian smiled, as if he didn't care at all.

Fei Lian was about to continue talking, but Haotian reached out to stop him.

"I will take care of the matters in the West. I will go back and tell the Demon King, telling him not to worry, go!" Haotian's Taoist robe was blown away with a strong wind, and Fei Lian, who was in the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, was blown tens of thousands of miles away without any resistance.

Because the wind was too strong, Fei Lian was trapped in the mountains. If he hadn't had his demon body been greatly improved, he would have been torn to pieces long ago.

"Bah!", spit out the soil and slapped the dust on his body. A trace of haze flashed in Fei Lian's eyes, transformed into a deer body, and flew towards the heavenly palace in an instant.

One day, Haotian called Yao to his side and whispered: "Junior sister, I want to go on a long trip. You can stay in the mansion for the time being to practice. If you have any needs, please call Lei Ming to arrange it."

"Where are senior brothers going? How long will it take?" Yao asked hurriedly with a look of worry.

"As few as many as hundreds of years, as many as tens of thousands of years, if the junior sister is bored, she can visit the Queen Mother of the West to practice the supreme magical powers!"

A trace of crystal flashed in Yao's eyes and she whispered: "Senior Brother thinks that my cultivation is low, will it cause trouble for you? Why don't you bring Yao with you?"

Haotian grabbed Yao's tenderness and comforted him: "The junior sister is too worried. She is doing strict this time. If the junior sister stays here, then others will not know where I am."

"I know it is important, and I know that my cultivation is shallow. Senior brother, please be content. I will practice freely in the mansion. If someone asks me, I will say you are locked up." Yao was meticulous and understood the reason for the matter in a moment. While worried, she stayed in the West Kunlun to prevent other monks from exploring the reality and reality. The most important thing is to prevent the monks from receiving any rumors in the foreign land from hiding deep and unable to find out.

Haotian went west quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

To the saint, changing his figure is just a trick of being a silly man. Haotian has long become a gentleman, looking for immortals and visiting Taoism in Xiniu Hezhou.

A few years later, the young man in white holding a folding fan descended to the westernmost devil desert belt of the prehistoric continent.

The weather in the Devil Desert Zone is harsh, with strong winds everywhere, lifeless, only endless yellow sand and the thick white bones buried under the sand.

The weather in the desert is the most impermanent. In just a few days, various extreme weather such as thunderstorms, earthquakes, typhoons and other extreme weathers have come one after another. I wonder how many adventurers have been buried.

The young master who transformed into Haotian looked solemn. He did not fly to the sky and escape, but walked step by step in the sand. The various systems of the Devil Desert Belt are sufficient energy and the rules are disordered. For ordinary immortals and gods, it is an absolute dead domain, but for the saints, it is a blessed land for sorting out the rules.

Intoxicated in cultivation, the power of the soul drifted in the river of rules, and the Haotian gradually walked towards the middle of the desert.

At some point, a "squeak" sound came from the world, and the surrounding space returned to darkness.

The desert flying ants are omnipotent from heaven to earth, appearing in groups, and eating the soul and body of immortal cultivators. In the desert, the desert flying ants have the right time and place, and with a huge population, even if the Daluo Golden Immortal encounters, they can only escape.

There were countless flying ants in this large group of flying ants, covering the entire sky, as if they felt the breath of a stranger, and all the flying ants rushed towards them.

Haotian was immersed in cultivation, ignoring everything, as if he had forgotten his own environment.

The desert flying ants are huge in number and amazing in strength. If you encounter ordinary immortals and monsters, you can turn your body into white bones after a few sprints.

However, Haotian is contained in the essence stone, and has long been used to forge the body, and its physique is comparable to that of the innate spiritual treasures. How can these flying ants succeed?

Finally, the group of flying ants woke Haotian up, and saw a flash of lightning in his eyes, laughing three times. As the sound wave passed, the wind and clouds surged, and the flying ants fell one by one.

The desert flying ants are fierce, not afraid of life and death, and they continue to attack again soon.

"Noisy!" Haotian's eyes flashed with anger, he roared, and pointed at it. The dark clouds in the sky were tumbling, and the thunder of the Shenxiao Tian fell like rain.

The desert flying ant finally realized the terror of the monk in front of him, and flew around in screaming.

In the desert area, strange beasts were brutal. Along the way, they encountered ferocious beasts such as yellow wind monsters, flower-backed toads, sand dune lizards, violent camels, iron-backed beetles, demonized gerbils, desert demon foxes, blood-colored golden cats, mutant horned toads, colorful-patterned snakes and other ferocious beasts. They were all cooked by Haotian. Fortunately, there were few people in the desert, otherwise Haotian's identity would be able to see. After all, the Shenxiao Tianlei has only one of the entire prehistoric continent so far.

Many years ago, Haotian had come to the Devil Desert Belt and bravely entered the deepest part. He was blocked by three passes and was not allowed to approach him.

The deepest part of the Devil Desert Belt is the most terrifying place. Not only are there many poisons, but there are also lightning and thunder and storms and strong winds rage all year round. Even Hunyuan Dao Fruit can't even break through.

The first level of the natural poison array is no longer threatening to Haotian now, and it breaks out of the formation with its hands. The second level of the second level of the Wind and Thunder Purgatory, the violent Shenxiao Tianlei, the Dutian Shenlei, the Demon Thunder Demon Thunder, and the ubiquitous Nine Heavens Gangfeng, and the Yin-Yang Demon Wind are enough to seriously injure or even kill quasi-saint powerful people.

In recent days, Haotian has been wearing the Nine Dragon Divine Sky Clothes and has failed to break through this level several times, but has refined the thunder technique a little.

The coverage of the Wind and Thunder Purgatory is extremely wide. Haotian is walking and stopping, so he has to dodge.

"Hey! It seems that there are other monks?" One day, Haotian suddenly stopped and felt the strange aura in the space, and his mind moved inexplicably.

After grabbing a handful of wind, put it under your nose and smelled it for a moment. Haotian frowned and said in surprise: "It turned out to be a group of blood-colored golden cats, which is so strong and fishy!"

With the thought moving, the earth escape technique was activated, and it was a thousand miles away in the blink of an eye. It was really a bloody storm and rain. The sword body of the Taoist shadow broke through the sky, the demons retreated where the snow-clothed clothes passed, and the turbulent rainbow rushed into the turbulent group of cats.

"Da Luo Juexian! It's really hidden dragons and tigers on the continent!" Haotian's face was strange and murmured to himself through the breath leaking from the air.

This boy was wearing a snow-clothed dress, with awesome spirit and excellent sword skills. None of this blood-colored golden cat could be lower than the Nine Heavens Xuanxian, but he could not hold on to a single move in his hand.

"Fellow Taoist, don't worry, let me help you!" Haotian decided to get to know this person, and with a long roar, the Qiankun Treasure Fan in his hand unfolded, and the wind and thunder rose, and the pressure that shocked the world instantly covered the four fields, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of blood-colored golden cats were annihilated.

The two worked together, and at night, they finally solved all the golden cats. After Haotian collected some golden cat eyes from the Daluo realm, he presented all the results to the snow-clothed monk.

The monk in snow was very grateful and had a great time to have a chat with Haotian. After a brief conversation, Haotian knew that this human Taoist name was called "Three Spirits", and was a hidden cultivator in the Devil Desert. This time, he was to successfully break through to the late stage of Daluo Juexian and go to the desert to find some materials.

"Fellow Daoist San Ling, I will fall in love with you when I see you. Let's leave here first, and let's stop drunk when I change the place!" Haotian asked loudly with joy on his face.

The Taoist Sanling nodded and said, "It should be like this. The bloody smell here may attract a tide of beasts. Let's go ahead and take a break."

"Good!" Haotian agreed, and the two of them flashed. They had seen through the space in a few breaths, and they had reached tens of thousands of miles away.

Both of them were flying in white clothes, handsome and extraordinary. The purple aura flashed in Haotian's eyes, and the emperor aura was misty. The three spirit swords were like cicada wings, ethereal and mysterious, and each had its own achievements.

The two looked at each other and smiled, raising their glasses to drink. What made Haotian admired was that although the Sanling Taoist lived in the desert for a long time, they had unique insights into the ways of practicing and refining weapons.

The two worked together and spent decades to finally escape safely from the three dangerous places in the center of the Devil Desert Belt.

"Brother Dao, I am busy with promotion. I am afraid I can't travel with you. I'll say goodbye!" After entering the safe area, the Taoist Sanling bowed and said goodbye.

Haotian sighed: "Meeting each other is fate, fellow Taoist care!"

After saying that, I continued to walk westward, and a long shadow reflected under the setting sun.

After passing through the Devil's Desert Belt, you will arrive at the edge of the prehistoric continent, where the sea and sky meet.

The West Sea is vast, except for a few sea islands, it is basically rarely visited, not because of the lack of resources but because of the harsh conditions.

The water of the West Sea is different from other regions. It is weak water and is one of the weakest things in the world. Even goose feathers cannot afford it. Therefore, it is difficult for non-local sea tribes and immortals who are very good at flying clouds to survive.

Haotian carried his back with one hand, stood in the wind, staring at the endless waves.

The waves in the sea are becoming more and more terrifying. At first, they were small waves several feet high. As time goes by, hurricanes are everywhere, and huge waves of several feet or even hundreds of feet can be seen everywhere. Seeing that the unpredictable shipwreck is about to come, Haotian turns into a breeze and drifts towards the nearest sea island.

On the first day, the waves rose ten feet, wave after wave, with a huge momentum, and the exclusive water fairy weapon was difficult to drive.

On the second day, the waves roared and climbed a hundred feet high, like a city wall formed by water waves, shocking the world, even if the sea tribes could not resist.

On the third day, the entire sea swayed lightly, with storms and storms constantly, with strong winds and thunders continuing, and the waves were turning upside down, thousands of feet high, covering the sky and the earth, making the gods and demons terrified.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be submerged wherever I saw it. Billions of creatures trembled and cried under these terrifying waves. I don’t know how many creatures and islands are heading towards destruction under the impact of the waves...

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