Chapter 160 First into the desolate land

"Why do we follow the order? We also want to go in." I don't know who shouted, and those January souls suddenly felt that their blood was surging. In terms of the number of people, the January souls in the field accounted for the majority, but they had no chance to enter, and it was natural to be unhate.

Dozens of streamers shine, and it seems that they want to rush into the space portal. Maybe it is discussed. These January souls leap at the same time, which is a little unexpected. The ten palace masters are still the appearance of the old gods, and the life of these souls have nothing to do with him.

"Hmm, looking for death!" Suddenly, the purple light rose to the sky, and the number was not much, just the same as the number of souls flying in the sky.

Every purple light found its own target. Dozens of souls fell down like birds that had lost their wings, and a mass of black gas emerged from the bodies of those souls and rushed in the same direction.

Zhao Haoran fixed his eyes. It turned out to be a skinny old man who looked very inconspicuous, but this domineering soul skill showed his extraordinary cultivation.

"It's the devil scattered man. Why did he come!"

Several souls nearby trembled and subconsciously retreated a few steps. Zhao Haoran saw clearly that the demon scattered man took a deep breath, and all the black gas entered from their mouths, while those January souls had no breath at all, and they could no longer die.

This man is so good that he must beware of it, Zhao Haoran thought to himself.

Without saying a word, Tianmo Sanren walked in along the space portal. No one had the courage to stop him. Even the souls who were more than half higher than him seemed to be quite afraid. Zhao Haoran kept his mind and roughly wrote down those famous souls.

These reputations can't be obtained out of thin air. There must be matching skills. After entering, it's better to provoke those people less.

After a dispute, the January soul people were indeed much more honest, and many of them chose to leave. Perhaps waiting for the next Halloween is the best choice.

As he walked forward in an orderly manner, Zhao Haoran stood in the crowd and was not anxious. Anyway, there were a thousand places, so there was no need to provoke public anger in full view.

The fewer places, the more anxious the soul people are. There are less than 50 places. The strongest in the field are the souls in mid-February. With the lesson just now, the weaker souls dare not make up, so they can only watch one soul after another walk into the door of space.

"There are only the last ten people left. Hurry up to get in."

Hearing the urging of the ten palace masters of the Canglang School, the crowd began to **, but it was not those who had low cultivation in January, but the souls in mid-February!

There are more than ten February souls standing on the rock. Under the limited quota, no one can guarantee that they will not fall to the end. At that time, they will not enter the barren land and will have to wait for hundreds of years. Almost everyone is anxious about what will happen in these hundreds of years.

It's almost time. Zhao Haoran thought to himself that he jumped up from the crowd without hesitation and didn't care about the different eyes of others.

"It's another one looking for death."

"Yes, poor man, I can't see the situation clearly. How can so many February souls tolerate him?"

The January soul people around talked about it, and Zhao Haoran just didn't hear it.

Suddenly, two strange magic weapons appeared in front of him. Zhao Haoran sneered and seemed unable to enter smoothly without giving a lesson.

With two hands condensed, the fire aura all over his body gathered together in an instant, like two beautiful flower bones, which were held by Zhao Haoran in both hands.

"Go!"

At the speed of teleportation, everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the flower bones collided with two magic weapons.

Many people's faces showed a sarcastic look. A small January soul person also dares to challenge the February soul man holding magic weapons, which is simply looking for death!

"Bum!" Bang!"

Two crisp sounds, and the owner of the two magic weapons spit blood. This magic weapon is cultivated in combination with the mind and is powerful, but the owner will also be affected after the magic weapon is damaged.

The January soul people opened their mouths, rubbed their eyes, and looked at the drifting figure, and their hearts were very uneven. Why is the gap between the same January soul?

"Brother, let's go in together." Zhao Haoran said to Cheng Feng with a smile.

There is a trend among the remaining February souls. Naturally, he really wants to enter the barren land, but his cultivation is limited, and he has to compete with the rest of the same souls.

Cheng Feng's face rose quietly, followed Zhao Haoran, and kept vigilant against the movements of the souls around him. Although Zhao Haoran was strong intimidating, he could not avoid someone trying to do something to himself.

Several people tried to take action, but when they saw the sharp light in Zhao Haoran's eyes, they were scared and had to give up.

Tang Dong and He Chang could only look at Cheng Feng with envious eyes and secretly regretted it. Why didn't they see that Sima Feng was so powerful? If they had known that they should have helped him, but there was no regret in the world. With their cultivation, I'm afraid they can only wait for the next time.

The owner of the ten palaces showed his eyes and seemed to want to see through Zhao Haoran, but under the cover of the illusion mask, he only felt that the person in front of him was like clouds and fog, and he could not see through it at all. He shook his head and looked at him into the portal.

Come in!

Zhaoran breathed a sigh of relief. In order to get the major of the ten palaces, he thought that he was really big. He was completely different from Huang Moxing's soul art. Fortunately, he was not detected. He just doubted his cultivation. If he really forced himself, he would definitely not be his opponent.

However, Zhao Haoran was a little confused about what he had just done.

Others may not see it, but Zhao Haoran's divine consciousness has explored clearly, because his divine consciousness cultivation is almost close to the late day, so he can see some strange phenomena.

The ten palace owners looked motionless, but when everyone entered, Zhao Haoran could feel the aura fluctuation on his body. It was just a flash, and the eager soul who entered the desolate land did not find anything abnormal at all, or it would not feel strange to find it.

Zhao Haoran is different. For all the souls on Huangmo Star, he is an outsider. He can live better by careful attention, otherwise he doesn't even know how to die.

"Thank you, Brother Sima." Cheng Feng was very excited and didn't expect Zhao Haoran to help him at this time.

Zhao Haoran returned to his mind and smiled and said, "You're welcome. Friends should help each other."

Cheng Feng smiled awkwardly, as if he remembered something and stopped talking.

Zhaoran looked carefully and found that this desolate land was worthy of its name. In addition to a dilapidated small house in front of him, there was an empty yellow sand. At a glance, his consciousness was limited. He could only extend a hundred miles away, and he didn't know what it looked like in front of him.

"Brother Sima, why don't we say goodbye? My cultivation is really bad. I just walk around here. With your strength, you can completely go inside to search for treasure."

Zhao Haoran asked doubtfully, "Brother Cheng, I don't know how to distinguish between the periphery and the inside?"

Cheng Feng shouted in surprise, "Brother Sima, are you kidding? You dare to come in without knowing these things clearly. I really admire you."

Zhaoran smiled without any doubt. The information obtained from the disciples of the Huangsha School is incomplete. After all, the ghost will gradually dissipate after death, and refining can only be part of it. It is still difficult to get his complete memory.

Cheng Feng looked at Zhao Haoran as if he didn't want to answer, so he didn't force him to ask, "This circle belongs to the periphery. Because there are too many people coming in, the treasures are probably almost searched. There is no real good thing. You can only search by luck, and maybe you can get good treasures. Ordinary moon souls enter. It is on the periphery, and the strong will enter the interior thousands of miles ahead. Where is the real treasure place, but it is dangerous, and the soul with low cultivation dares not enter at all.

Zhao Haoran nodded, "I don't know what the danger is?"

Cung Feng frowned and said, "I just heard that there seems to be a space crack, and I don't know the rest."

Space crack? Zhao Haoran lowered his head and meditated. This kind of danger alone is a headache. Be careful. In case he really falls into some crack, who knows what kind of danger he will encounter. No wonder ordinary moon souls dare not enter the interior.

"Thank you, brother," Zhao Haoran arched his hand and suddenly remembered another question, "What is the colorful tide? Is there every Halloween?

Cheng Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Sima is really difficult for me. I'm just a February soul. I don't know about the colorful tide, but I can be sure that this colorful tide is not always there, at least there has never been such a phenomenon in the past few times."

Zhao Haoran secretly speculated that the colorful tide must indicate something unusual, otherwise it would not attract so many soul people to participate in this grand ceremony, but what mysteries need to be explored slowly by themselves. "In this case, let's separate here."

Cong Feng laughed and said, "I knew that Brother Sima must have been doing a lot. I hope you can gain something."

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose, smiled, and turned around and left here.

Those souls who entered later couldn't wait to hide away when they saw Zhao Haoran. No one could figure out why a one-month soul was so powerful, but no one would think that his life would be long. If it was not necessary, it was absolutely impossible to provoke him.

Due to the delay of a lot of time, Zhao Haoran found that the souls who came in front of him did not know where they were, but since he knew that the real treasures were inside, there was no need to stay more on the periphery and fly slowly in the direction pointed by Cheng Feng.

Zhao Haoran is not that he doesn't want to fly fast, but because there seems to be an inexplicable pressure over this barren land, which makes the operation of people's soul power slow down, and he doesn't know where the crisis is hidden. To be safe, the speed is slower or safer.

The periphery is only a few thousand miles away. Zhao Haoran occasionally meets one or two souls, and they all pass by in a hurry. They all come to look for treasure when they enter this desolate land, and no one will waste time.