Writing A Book and Becoming A God: The Start is Broken, Driving 100,000 Cultivators Crazy to Chase a

The temperature dropped sharply, Ye Xuan felt a biting chill, and he drilled into the pores, where the screams of the undead could be heard. It seems that this vast desert, as long as you don't pay attention, will drill into a hole. The terrifying ghost is coming.

Heavenly Dao became serious.

He looked at the desert in the distance, where there were dots of green fluorescence, and he didn't know what kind of creature it was.

Ye Xuan took a lot of effort to reach such another universe.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he looked at the local customs here. The buildings and hell here are different from the earth, but they are still prosperous. People come and go here, and no one notices the existence of Ye Xuan.

Those few were dressed like him, wearing hoods, and seemed unwilling to be recognized by others. Like Ye Xuan, they took a lot of work to get used to the high temperature of the sand, and they were burned one by one. Gotta grin.

But before that, you have to go to the place where the magic weapon itself was born.

As long as the luck is swallowed up, then trying to refine this magical weapon that is lingering with the breath of the infinite undead is also a piece of cake!

However, this luck, he is bound to get.

His wrist twitched the long sword "287" slightly, as if he was thinking about which angle to attack this guy perfectly.

Ye Xuan slowly put his feet into the desert, and the result was so hot that he almost screamed. He took a deep breath and felt like there was a piece of charcoal on his feet, even the blood was boiling, and the sand was constantly flowing , in the moonlight like a glistening grain of sand.

That's why there is such a strong resentment in him, he is completely symbiotic with those undead who once died tragically at his hands.

Even Jin Jiao Scissors restrained his posture, and black lines appeared, suppressing his blood essence. It seems that this guy is right, his life magic weapon is indeed the natural nemesis of Jin Jiao Scissors.

He came to this desert.

"There is a monstrous luck here, and this time, we are bound to win.

He looked around.

A flat.

All the way to practice, I don't know how many creatures have been killed.

Ye Xuan released his soul power to sense it, and finally determined that there was no major danger for the time being. When he was about to move forward, a few people suddenly emerged from the city wall beside him.

Even if there is no prohibition, the people here will never dare to reach here.

On the street where people come and go, Ye Xuan is so inconspicuous.

Dodging the guards all the way was too easy for Ye Xuan.

Chapter 673

At this time, it was already night.

If you can't use it, then just give it to him.

No matter what the people here are, they can avoid it if they can. The residents here are much stronger than Earth, and he doesn't want to offend anyone here.

However, this person and one treasure are enough to hold back this big devil for a while.

It seems that this place is still wrong.

It seems to have been soaked in fresh blood, with a strong bloody smell, the black mist permeates the air, the yin wind is scattered, and the cry of the undead can be faintly heard. Ye Xuan, who is not very kind, also frowned slightly, which shows the title of this guy's big devil. Come true.

This is known as the Sea of ​​Death. It is said that under the endless grains of sand, there are endless dead bones buried. As long as people come here, they will never come back, and what danger is there, no one can tell.

His soul perception is so terrifying so far.

Ye Xuan looked up at the sky.

Ye Xuan only glanced at it, quickly withdrew his gaze, looked down at his feet, pretended to be passing by and didn't care about anything, he hurriedly put on his cloak and reintegrated into the vast crowd.

This place is so weird.

The moon showed an eerie blue color, and quietly sprinkled the pale moonlight on the desert.

If you can really refine the magic weapon of this big devil, what a happy event.

The temperature is so cold, but the sand is as hot as boiling water.

The ghost laughed.

A full moon in the sky.

The sky here is gray, and there is barely a sun hanging there. It seems that the sky here has never had the concept of blue.

What he wants to go to is a forbidden place here.

He slowly took off his cloak, revealing a handsome face.

"Thank you very much." Ye Xuan was delighted, but he didn't dare to show too much joy on his face. He tapped his toes and turned into a puff of smoke, completely disappearing from everyone's sight.

Ye Xuan quickly ducked.

Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire ahead, he must move forward.

He narrowed his eyes, and under the moonlight, he could barely see the landscape of this desert.

stretches thousands of miles.

But this big devil doesn't seem to be useful yet.

5.2

This instrument, like the golden Jiaojian, is entrusted with an incomparably powerful luck.

Perhaps, everyone who can tell has died here.

Under this intense resentment comparable to the underworld, he regained that extreme arrogance and resentment.

It took him a while to get used to this temperature...

"If we can get this luck, it must be of great help to us." A bearded man encouraged, as if he was exhausting his words, encouraging this group of people to face the next difficulties and never back down.