Chapter 44 The Invisible Road

The sunset glow shone on the sand into a golden yellow, and a footprint spread from east to west. A white figure could be faintly seen at the end of the western horizon, and a vulture's cry crossed the sky and saw the sunset slowly submerged by the night.

Zhao Feng has left Dalin Temple and entered the Endless Desert for three days. Ordinary practitioners in the Western Desert, especially in the Endless Desert, have already died for various reasons.

However, Zhao Feng is still going forward and regards this cruel environment as a kind of training of his own training. If Zhao Feng is different now, the truth in his body is more pure.

In the absence of heaven and earth aura in the endless desert, Zhao Feng constantly polished the true qi of the seeds of the college in his body, as well as the true qi of the Buddha and the apocalypse.

Since ancient times, there have been countless legends in the endless desert, and Zhao Feng learned about the glory and power of the endless desert during his trip to the western desert and Lin Zichun.

The paper and silk obtained from the abbot of Dalin Temple records the route to the Loulan ruins in the endless desert, but this route has long disappeared with a hundred years.

Time passes in the direction of Zhao Feng's aimless prospect every day. It is not so much aimless as a voice in his mind that guides Zhao Feng forward.

At this time, Zhao Feng had spent a week in the endless desert, and there was little food and water on his cuffs, and the true qi in his body was closer to the bottom line.

The endless desert is like a hollow without heaven and earth aura and the rules of heaven and earth. Here practitioners are like ordinary people. If the advantage is the advantage of the advantage of the move.

When time passed on the tenth day, Zhao Feng finally saw a dilapidated house at the end of the sky. When Zhao Feng walked in, he found that the style of the house was completely different from that he had seen.

It is not made of the luxury of the Song Dynasty or the sand of the West Desert, but it is hard to imagine that such green bricks can be found in this desert.

Zhao Feng took out the map given to him by the abbot of Dalin Temple and saw a place marked on the map. Then he turned around the broken bluestone house and finally stood at the door of the bluestone house and looked at the south.

It's just that Zhao Feng looked at the south and there was nothing strange. Then he frowned slightly at the slogan on the map. When he was about to leave the house and go south, he suddenly felt a sense of danger in his heart. Zhao Feng quickly turned his head and looked at the north. At this time, he didn't know when a huge storm appeared in the northern world. The yellow sand is like the destruction of the world.

And the most important thing is that Zhao Feng felt a breath in the storm that obviously did not belong to any kind of practice in the world, and that breath was extremely evil.

Zhao Feng secretly said in his heart that he was not good and hurriedly hid in the bluestone house behind him and then sat down to guard his heart. Just after Zhao Feng sat down and closed his eyes to guard the heart, he saw that the blue stone house suddenly emitted a little glow.

The storm raged the sand and flew to the sky. If you look carefully in the storm, you can see countless corpses. These corpses did not rot and just died.

When the storm completely covers the bluestone house, it can be seen with the naked eye that the bluestone house is shrouded in a layer of light. The dazzling light makes people unable to resist the clear, and the breath emitted in the light is more grand and majestic than that of Haoyang.

The storm ravaged the whole afternoon as if there was no end, but Zhao Feng in the bluestone house did not know that when Zhao Feng sat down, the wonderful glow made Zhao Feng enter an incredible realm.

At this time, Zhao Feng's consciousness, who entered a certain realm, was even more surprised, because whether it was the true qi seed of the college, the Buddha's lotus or the sword seed of the apocalypse, was being greatly warmed, and the true qi in the body was slowly recovering.

Just when Zhao Feng was surprised by these, a trace of fluctuation suddenly appeared in his consciousness, and then a sound like a broken glass sounded. Before he could react, he suddenly saw a figure in his mind.

The figure can't see his face clearly, but the breath all over his body is as magnificent as the Buddha's stone statue, and this figure is more magnificent and inviolable than the Buddha's stone statue. At this time, Zhao Feng has the illusion that the person opposite who appears in his mind is like the Buddha's palace square. Just like those who fight with themselves.

At this time, the man suddenly raised his right hand, and then he saw countless runes flashes on his right hand, and countless rules appeared like filaments. Zhao Feng did not ask anything. He just looked at the runes and rules that appeared. Zhao Feng had seen some rules and Zhao Feng knew some rules.

But more runes Zhao Feng has not seen more rules. Zhao Feng has not experienced them. He saw that the runes and rules in the figure's hand slowly began to change. Zhao Feng said that this change was not clear because the change was too complicated, too cumbersome and more powerful. Slowly, those runes and rules began to merge into one. Get up.

At the speed visible to the naked eye, the runes and rules slowly begin to merge and finally gradually become a font. Zhao Feng has never seen this font at all, and Zhao Feng is sure that even the teacher has never seen it here.

Slowly, the font began to take shape, and at the same time, the font emitted a grand breath, which was as frightening as a god.

When the font was about to be formed, the font suddenly collapsed and slowly disappeared. After the font was broken, the figure obviously stopped and then slowly disappeared.

"Do you understand?" The figure said such a sentence while disappearing.

Zhao Feng, who was still immersed in the mood of the font, suddenly heard the figure say a word and then looked up and shook his head.

At this time, the storm outside has already passed and the blue stone house has become normal again. The only difference is that the blue stone is more and more simple as if it has just gone through countless years.

When Zhao Feng opened her eyes, the sky was almost close to night, and the sunset in the west of the sun shrouded the yellow sand with a layer of gold again, making the originally dazzling yellow sand even more dazzling.

When Zhao Feng walked out of the bluestone house, he was stunned to see a long black line at the door stretching to the south. Zhao Feng suddenly realized when he saw the long black line.

"It turns out that there is no road, but an invisible road." Zhao Feng thought to himself and then walked along the long black line to the south.

After two days, the long black line slowly began to disappear, and countless houses appeared at the end of the south, and one of the bluestone houses went straight to the nine heavens and could not see the end.

Zhao Feng looked at the house at the end of the difference with a smile and then stepped forward because he knew that he had arrived at the ruins of Loulan, and the house that went straight to the sky was the Loulan altar in the dream, which was a huge tower that could directly face the gods to the kingdom of God.