Taoist students

Chapter 1165 Unknown Land
In the extremely dark Gobi Desert, there is no aura, let alone vitality.In the deadly silence, there was no sign of trouble, and the silence was a bit penetrating.

I don't know how long it took, only a strange sound of "rustling" came from the ground.

"Hoohoo!"

After a while, a slender hand with five fingers suddenly protruded from the gravel.

There were cracks on the palm that looked like cracks, and black blood that had dried up could still be seen.

Immediately afterwards, there was another "hula", and the other palm was stretched out.Unsurprisingly, there were also cracks all over the palm.

Immediately, he saw that the two palms, which looked weak, were like steel tongs, easily digging the gravel away to the sides.After a while, the upper body of a figure in distress appeared in the bunker, and it could be seen that this was a young man.

"Oh!"

The submerged lower body of this person kicked his legs suddenly, and his figure was ejected from the sand pit immediately, falling several feet away in the air.

"call!"

After shaking to stand still, he took a long breath, even though there was no aura in the air, at this moment he felt the oppression in his chest was swept away.

Immediately, the person shook the gravel all over his body, only then did he see who else this person could be if not Dongfang Mo.

Now his clothes are ragged, and there are a series of split wounds on the surface of his body. The short ones are only a few inches long and the long ones are one foot long.Thick and dense, shocking.

However, the wounds had scabbed over, and only dried black blood stains could be seen.

Before that, he and Yingliang were all involved in the sandstorm.

And even with Yingliang's cultivation at the late stage of breaking the Tao, and his physical body comparable to the cultivation of breaking the Tao, he was spinning uncontrollably in the tornado-like sandstorm.

A terrifying tearing force acted on the two of them, and their clothes were torn to pieces in an instant.

Dongfang Mo was shocked, and the only thing he could do was to use the anode body forging technique and the nightmare art to the extreme.Then the mana was stirred up, and the raw Luozhu was activated, and a layer of bloody qi was sacrificed to block it.

However, if this is the case, it doesn't take long for the qi inspired by Luozhu to be shattered.Then the terrifying tearing force blasted his body, his body was immediately covered with bloody mouths, and the blood gushed out immediately to soak him.

The wound on his body at this time came from this.

What shocked him the most was that there was a strange aura in that sandstorm that could erode his mind and make him even more confused.

Even though the iron head skill can block out nine out of ten of this kind of breath, as time goes by, he feels more and more powerless.

Before stepping into the Huomo, Dongfang Mo had already inquired about it. Although the sandstorm was terrifying, it was also extremely dangerous for a cultivator at the Dao Realm to fall into it.But there is absolutely no such strange breath in it.The only thing that makes sense is that this sandstorm swept out from a dark place, and it has some unknown and weird features.

The reason why Dongfang Mo dared to risk himself and fell into the sandstorm was because of his physical strength and the secret key of space in his hand, which could open the door of space at any time.But when he really fell into the sandstorm, he regretted it a bit.Because of the strange aura in it, just dozens of breaths made him completely lose his mind, and then passed out directly.

But before him, Yingliang, whose physical body was far inferior to his, had already fallen into a coma first.Dongfang Mo once noticed from the corner of his eye that at the critical moment, blood flashed all over this person's body, as if some treasure protected him, so that this person's body was not torn to pieces immediately.

As for the little ghost in purple, he also disappeared in the sandstorm. It is not known whether he fell into Yingliang's hands or was swept away somewhere.

And when Dongfang Mo woke up, there was the current situation.

At this time, Dongfang Mo only felt that his head was about to split open, which was extremely uncomfortable.Moreover, the mana in his body was empty, almost dry.

He tried his best to raise his head, looked around, and by the way, he did not forget to use his ear power and magical powers together.

Then he discovered that the Gobi Desert looked extremely dark around him. Not only was it extremely oppressive, but it was also deadly silent. With his eyesight, he could only see a radius of several hundred feet.

Dongfang Mo frowned, guessing that the place he is now should be in that dark place.He faintly felt that day, after the sandstorm that day swallowed him and Yingliang, it turned back.

At this moment, he twisted his neck, and there was a crackling sound.Although physically and mentally exhausted, he still tried to move his mana.

Then he found that there was only a tiny bit of mana in his almost dry body, as thin as a strand of hair.

His current state is worse than when he was in the dry beast.

Fortunately, he just looked embarrassed, but he didn't actually suffer any serious injuries.

After Dongfang Mo exhaled, he mobilized the only ray of mana in his body.Grabbing towards his waist, one of the storage bags had a flash of inspiration, and the next moment there was an extra jade bottle in his palm.

After taking out this object, Dongfang Mo's body was completely exhausted, without any magic power.

But when he looked at the jade bottle in his palm, he showed a look of ecstasy, and then he pushed the bottle cork away, and then poured the jade bottle into his mouth.

In an instant, two drops of Immortal's Drunk flowed into his dry throat.

In just this moment, Dongfang Mo felt a steady stream of scorching power emanating from his lower abdomen and flowing to all parts of his body.Feeling the comfort of the body after a long drought and rain, I can't help but close my eyes slightly and enjoy it.

At this time, you can still see the wounds all over his body. Under the nourishment of mana, the scabs formed gradually began to fall off, revealing a brand new skin.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo poured another drop of Immortal Drunk into his mouth.

He thought to himself that there was still a trace of mana in his body, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to open the storage bag, and he didn't know what dangers he would encounter in this ghost place.

It didn't take long for Dongfang Mo to feel that the mana in his body had recovered seven or eighty-eight.So with a wave of his hand, he put the jade bottle containing immortal drunk into the storage bag.

However, the moment he lowered his head, his expression suddenly changed.

"Damn!"

Dongfang Mo cursed secretly.

It turned out that at this time he finally discovered that there was one storage bag missing from his waist.

Dongfang Mo didn't have time to adjust his breath. At this moment, he immediately stretched his spiritual consciousness away from the center of his brows, and rolled towards the surroundings.

However, the environment here is special, and his spiritual consciousness was blocked by some strange force just after reaching out a hundred feet.

Dongfang Mo was only slightly surprised by this, and he didn't care about it. Then, mana agitation poured into his eyes, and he looked towards the ground under his feet.

But when the stone eye technique sees through more than ten feet underground, it also cannot penetrate an inch.

Dongfang Mo didn't give up, he immediately used the earth escape technique, and after being wrapped in yellow light, he dived into the ground.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour passed that his figure returned to the ground again.

At this time, his face was extremely ugly, because he still didn't find the shadow of the storage bag.

So far, Dongfang Mo couldn't accept the fact that he lost a storage bag.

What made him very grateful was that the storage bag he lost contained some miscellaneous items, including some low-level skills, low-level magic tools, and some materials that he couldn't use.It's not a storage bag containing treasures such as the Thousand Cases or even the Seven Wonderful Trees.Otherwise, he really doesn't know what to do.

If his expectations were correct, the storage bag should have been pulled from him by the tearing force after he was thrown into the sandstorm.

It was also because the contents of the storage bag were not of much value, so the storage bag Dongfang Mo was dragged off him only after laying down a few layers of restraints, which seemed a little loose.

At this point, he finally understands why most high-level monks don't use storage bags, but put valuable treasures into their own refining space, such as ghost funerals.

It seems that he should also follow the example of these high-level monks. As for the refined space on his body, the map of suppressing demons in his palm is perfect.

After shaking his head, Dongfang Mo sighed and temporarily suppressed this thought.Then he grabbed at his waist, and took out the four chaffinch puppets that he bought at the Fancheng auction back then, and now there are only four.

After throwing it away, the four finch puppets centered on him, pierced through the air from four directions, and disappeared in the dimness hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye.

At this point, Dongfang Mo sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and looked at the pictures in the eyes of the four chaffinch puppets with his mind.

　Chapter 2 presents...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)