Chapter 75 The Realm of Sand

After running for a while, Lin He finally ran to the end of the grass. There was indeed a gate and the entrance to the third floor of the book. Although he also suspected that this might be Mo Li's illusion, Lin He really couldn't figure out what his purpose was. With his cultivation, he didn't need to go around so many corners at all. A wave of his hand was enough to make Lin He get lost in the second floor. After gritting his teeth, Lin He finally chose to fight.

What appeared in front of Linhe was not the endless ocean as Nie Yunyi said, but a scorching desert, the same boundless and no half-human figure can be seen. Lin He suddenly figured out that the first and second levels are a test of human strength, and the world faced by everyone on the third level is different, because he is a world transformed by different people, but compared with the world transformed by illusions, the third level of world is real. If you want to pass the test, you can only walk through it. This desert.

Put all the things on his body into the Xumi treasure bag, leaving only a Taoist robe on his body. It is estimated that there is no water source and no place to rest. Although Linhe's cultivation in the middle of Jiedan can indeed break the valley without food, the lack of water will also make his body weak. The content of the demon tower trial is not only human cultivation and combat skills, but also the most important point, that is, human mind.

Thinking about such a big sun, there was no way to drive Zhenyuan to protect his body. Lin He simply took off his robe and put it in the Xumi treasure bag. Anyway, if there is no accident on this layer, there will be no one. Besides, Lin He at least left a pair of trousers to cover his shame. Looking back at the door when he came, Lin He suddenly smiled. He remembered that Nie Yunyi had been sitting at this door for a long time because he was afraid of the endless sea. He is also full of fear of the endless hot desert in front of him, but Lin He chose a different path from Nie Yun, because he still cares about him in the secular world, even if he doesn't have to go on for himself.

When he stepped on the hard sand, Lin He never looked back, because he knew that the door had been closed. He could no longer stay at the door like Nie Yunyi until the end of the three-year period, either go down, or crush the charm and directly give up calling him out by Nie Yunyi. Lin He did not regret it. From a very young age, he did not regret his choice, whether it brought him tears or sweat.

Stepping on the sand with a deep and shallow foot, Lin He felt like the slim man in the famous painting "The Fiber on the Volga River" painted by Repin. Lin He felt lucky when he compared it with the slim man in the painting. Those slim men still had to drag the cargo ship at a heavy pace, but Lin He didn't have any burden. If there was, it was just missing his relatives. And the life of the slim man under * has lost hope. Even if they walk forward strongly, they can't find an end. Lin He is different. He believes that as long as he insists on walking, he can see the end, but he can definitely see the gate to the fourth floor.

The scorching sun swayed so that people couldn't open their eyes. He blocked the dazzling sun with his hand. Lin He looked up at the scorching sun that had been exposed to him for several days. This is too cruel. Twenty-four hours of the sun are so fierce. It doesn't matter if there is no "willow top on the moon, after dusk". How can it not even be a cool wind?" After muttering with dissatisfaction for a while, Lin He knew that no one could hear this except himself, but he couldn't help complaining.

Because there is no alternation of sun and moon, Lin He's mind has lost the standard of measuring days. He doesn't know that this is the first day of entering the tower. What he does every day is to keep moving forward and walking. Linhe, whose skin was originally white, appeared on the street at this moment, he would definitely be regarded as a native smuggled from Africa. Because he was naked and wearing only one pair of trousers, it can be said that Lin He has been tanned to the greatest extent. Except for a pair of big eyes and white teeth, Lin He can no longer find any other skin color except black.

Sweating is already an ordinary thing for Lin He. When he was playing basketball at school, he often exposed to the sun for a few hours. But compared with the current situation, Lin He really misses the original days. There is no wind, no night, no water, and anything related to coolness seems to have completely disappeared from the third world, leaving only endless heat and the desert at the foot of the forest river.

Without food, it can hardly affect Lin He's body. His body structure has exceeded that of ordinary monks. Even some immortals formed in those years are estimated to not have such a strong body as Lin He. But without water, it forms a deadly existence. Even ancient immortals need to drink water. Water is the source of life. Without water, the body will quickly dry up until it completely loses its vitality.

The demon tower created this desert in order to test the tower guard, not to deliberately kill the tower guard. So as long as you have enough perseverance to go down, he will definitely let you find the door to the fourth floor before you fall, but this process must also be very difficult. Perhaps the appearance of the door is when your physical exhaustion and endurance reaches the limit, or when you fall down and can't sell even half a step. Wait, it appeared a few steps away from you. Everything is for the test, that's all.

Walking forward blankly, at this moment, Lin He feels like a walking corpse, a skin that only knows how to drive by instinct. His lips were all dry, and he did not dare to lick his cracked lips with his tongue, because the strong smell of blood would make him unable to vomit. There was not much strength left on his body. If he experienced vomiting again, Lin He was worried that he would fall down, and he didn't even have the strength to crush the spell to send a distress signal. His mind has begun to be out of touch with his behavior. Sometimes he wants to look back and take several steps before making an action.

The scorching sun hanging high in the middle of the sky is not moved by Lin He's pitiful appearance and persistence, but still exudes its own light and heat like an tireless workaholic. He doesn't care how many workaholics die, but what he cares more about is whether he has done his job well.

The world on the third floor is still such a dead silence. Without the wind, you can't hear the wind, you can't hear the rain, and you can't hear the deepest cry of life without life. Only the rustling sound from time to time indicates that Linhe is still moving forward unremittingly, step by step in the hot sand. On the son. At first, Lin He would shout a few times to relieve his distress, but after that, Lin He gave up this seemingly crazy move, because he didn't have much strength and didn't even know if he could support the next step.

stepped on a raised thing. Lin He didn't care that he wanted to move forward. He was afraid that once he stopped, he would not be able to move forward. Now it's not just his lips, but all his skin exposed to the sun looks so lifeless. The luster on his original skin has been replaced by a dark one, and the soles of his feet that have been in contact with sand for many days have been blurred. It can't be scabbed at all. Lin He keeps stepping on the hot sand and is constantly carrying out a vicious circle.

Suddenly, there was a tingling on his feet, and Lin He's head slowly lowered. He was curious about what stung him. What came into his eyes was a fiery red scorpion. The scorpion was trampled under Lin He's feet and was very aggrieved. In order to show his dissatisfaction, he clamped Lin He's feet fiercely with his big pliers, and then quickly climbed away.

Fortunately, this scorpion only carries a shallow trace of poison, which basically has no impact on the human body. Otherwise, in my current state, I'm afraid that I will not be killed by being poisoned alive in this endless desert. Lin He laughed and thought to himself. No! After walking for such a long time, I haven't seen any living things. This hot desert is enough to devour everything! Is there an environment suitable for scorpions ahead?

In Lin He's doubts, he began to look down at the surface of the sand, hoping to find some clues. Hard work pays off. Lin He saw many scorpions not far in front of him. It seems that these scorpions crawled over from some environment suitable for their survival. As a result, they stayed in the desert for too long without any food supply and were trapped here. As long as you follow the corpse of the scorpion, you will definitely find the door to the fourth floor!

Lin He's rusty brain revitalizes again. He seemed to see the sweet mountain spring listening to him, and the gate to the fourth floor was wasing to him. The environment in the desert is basically the same. It is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. There is no night in the third world, and it is impossible to distribute the north and south with stars. At this moment, Lin He saw the body of the scorpion, as if he had caught a life-saving straw. He couldn't let go. He wanted to use this life-saving straw to dock to find the door to the fourth floor.

Time passed minute by, and the wounds at Lin He's feet were not constantly increasing, but his face was full of appreciation without any pain. There are fewer and fewer scorpion corpses in front of you, which means that they are getting closer and closer to the gate on the fourth floor! Many days of hard work finally came to pay off, and the hard days were about to come to an end, and Lin He's heart beat excitedly and nervously. Until he saw the quaint gate, he finally couldn't help laughing.

The quiet third world finally made some more noises, but these sounds were extremely short, because the shouting young man had appeared on the way to the fourth world the next moment.

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