Chapter 1917: , The prestige of heaven and earth

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Chapter 1917, The Power of Heaven and Earth
In front of the members of the six teams of Secret Service, the bodies are beyond recognition. I can't recognize who they are. But there is no doubt that in order to fight against the ghost race, the six teams of Secret Service ventured into the funeral desert where even the saints were reluctant to enter.
However, this does not mean how powerful they are, but the Burial Sacred Desert is a magical place. It is not necessary to be strong here. On the contrary, the weak are more likely to survive.
In the Sacred Desert, the saints and the true immortals will become ordinary people. In this case, it does not depend on individual strength, but on the ability to survive together.
Most of the six teams in the Secret Service are ordinary people, and naturally have enough ability to survive.
But it seems that they also paid a huge price, as can be seen from the body in front of them.
I quickly buried this corpse because I couldn't find the tombstone. I personally read a Taoist Sutra to him, hoping he could rest in peace. After that I took his tent, and the night in the desert was extremely cold. The temperature difference between day and night is so unimaginable.
Drilling into the warm tent, I soon fell asleep.
The next day I continued to hurry up and didn't bring too much stuff with me, because my physical strength was not enough for me to bring so much.
It is ironic to say that the saint who is enough to burn the sea and cook the sea can only walk in embarrassment in such a desert.
In the following days, I walked alone in this desperate desert, looking for a chance to survive. At this moment my enemies are no longer those powerful saints, but extreme weather enough to reverse everything.
When I got out of the tent, I looked up at the sun in the sky. At this time, the sun was already slanting west, and I knew that it was time to hurry.
In the desert, the temperature during the day is very high, especially at noon, the hot sand is enough to scald the eggs, and people will walk on it. It wo n’t take long for blisters to appear on the feet. Let your extremely low mobility become lower.
At night, it is very cold in the desert, especially at midnight. The ice-cold feeling will make you pay a lot of effort for every step forward. That kind of hardship is not enough for outsiders. Therefore, the best time to march in the desert is the hours after the sun sets and the time just after the sun rises.
Soon I turned around and continued to prepare to leave. In the desert, I was walking alone.
Zhentian was held in my hand, but at the moment, it lost its invincible power. At best it is an ordinary sword. But at this moment I have nothing to rely on except it.
For the first time, I felt that I was so weak, and I lost the power of a sage. It was not much stronger than a ants.
The wind is getting bigger and bigger, rolling up the sky of sand, striking my face with my head covered, no matter how I bowed my head to protect my body, but the fine sand is as permeable as the most intimate offensive in the world Drilling into my clothes, the more uncomfortable it feels.
"Damn sandstorm!" I cursed bitterly. As I went deeper into the sacred desert, I finally saw the unpredictable climate in the desert. It was still a good weather just now, but just like that, the whole world seemed It became the world of sand and dust, covering the sky and the sun, the sun and the moon were dark, and the visibility was less than a few meters. I know that today it seems that I can only go here, and then go on, I will die in this sandstorm It's not a joke, unless I restore the power of the saint, I can't compete with the power of nature.
When I got into the tent, I narrowed my eyes and tried to cultivate my mana, but no matter how I practiced, the ending was the same. I couldn't mobilize any mana at all.
"Damn, what the is wrong." I frowned, and the dilemma in front of me made me very puzzled. The sage is so powerful that it is not so easy to be sealed. But I can't use it at all. What is the reason?
Now I am vulnerable is a mortal, the strength of the whole body has been unable to exert a little bit. Even the body that is indestructible and can face the power of heaven and earth is just an ordinary person at the moment.
In the sandstorm, the world seemed to be caught in a dust, and at this time it was impossible to go out. But I still have a lot of food, but there is not much water. I didn't have much water myself, plus the hot weather. My water is running low.
In this way, I waited restlessly in this tent, and from time to time, I plucked my head to check the situation outside. But for a whole day, the sandstorm has not stopped, and my water reserve is running out. Even if I go on like this, even I will be stuck here.
It seems that I can only give it a go. At this time, I seem to be back in the past, with a sneer in the corner of my mouth. As soon as I gritted my teeth, I returned to the outside. Then, with the still strong wind, I struggled to move forward, but every step I took, I had to spend a lot of energy, the kind of hardship is simply not for the average person to bear.
But the terrible obsession made me cling to my teeth. I am a sage, the reincarnation of the Master Tongtian, and I will never die here. With such thoughts, my figure traveled through the desert gradually.
The wind gradually stopped, the sky of sand gradually calmed down, the world finally restored its appearance, a ray of sunlight finally shone through the thick clouds on the land abandoned by God, and everything came back.
Climbing hard from the sand pile, shaking the dust on my body, I smiled with relief, and finally got through. But what to do next, I froze for a while, and I don't know what to do at all.
I have never encountered such a situation, even if I fight an unimaginable enemy, I will not have such a desperate situation. Because even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance, I will be defeated.
But what I am facing now is not the enemy, but the mysterious burial holy desert. Here saints are like mortals, mortals are like ants. Even me is the same.
While I was looking around, a figure suddenly lay on the ground, it looked like a body.
I turned and walked over, but I saw that this was an interracial woman. The woman was dressed in white and she seemed unconscious.
At this moment, she is comatose, and her breath may be dead at any time. Seeing this I was stunned for a moment, then reached out and put the last bottle of water on her lips, then poured it in.
The woman had been completely comatose, but soon she opened her eyes, then took a step back on alert, and looked at me alertly.