Chapter 702 We Are Not Familiar with Each Other

In the endless sand dunes.

A man with red light flowing all over his body and no obstruction climbed up a high ground with difficulty and looked around with hopeful eyes.

His name is Mo Wentian, a casual cultivator at the peak of the late Jindan stage.

Being able to cultivate to such a realm as a casual cultivator, Mo Wentian's qualifications, courage and situation are naturally extraordinary.

He deeply understands that cultivating immortals is a heaven-defying act, and one must try every means to fight for opportunities, and it is right to take some risks for this.

Therefore, when he learned that the ancient forbidden land that opened once every 800 years was open to all cultivators, he immediately participated in the selection event held by Tianshui Sect and successfully obtained the qualification to enter the secret realm.

After six months of bloody fighting, he gained a lot. When the Lost Land opened, he entered it without hesitation, and through the induction of the underground fire spirit vein, he forced a Tianshui Sect cultivator to tell him the direction and successfully came to the inner circle.

Although there were five Danhai Realm cultivators participating, Mo Wentian still had no intention of retreating. In his opinion, he still had a chance to obtain the treasure inside.

Back then, Tianshui Shangren was able to catch an elixir that fell from the desert on the periphery, so why couldn't he do it?

When he first saw this scorching desert, he was secretly delighted, and even secretly regretted that the firepower of the desert was not high enough to stop and kill more competitors. Because he was a cultivator with three top-grade spiritual roots of water, fire, and gold, and his main practice was the fire-attributed technique of Burning Heaven, and he was well versed in the way of fire.

He didn't care about this kind of high temperature at all.

He did walk easily and comfortably along the way, and also hunted many fire-attributed monsters and spiritual insects in the desert, and collected some extremely rare fire-attributed spiritual herbs in the outside world, and reaped a lot of harvest.

However, when he entered the center of the desert, he found that something was wrong.

The temperature here suddenly rose ten times!

In order to maintain a suitable body temperature and not be burned dry, he had to use the Burning Heaven Technique at all times to fight against this horrifying high temperature.

There is no doubt that the flames here are very different from the flames on the previous road. Ordinary fire-related skills are not very useful here.

What is more troublesome for him is that the monsters and spirit insects that appear are becoming more and more powerful. Without using certain means, there is no way to kill them.

In this way, the mana consumed has increased by more than ten times. Mo Wentian, who was originally full of confidence and felt that he would definitely be able to reach the blue light spot, is now panicking.

Because his mana is almost at the bottom, and he has used up all the items that help cool down, such as the ice talisman on his body. At most, he can barely support it for one day, and he will be worn out here because of the exhaustion of mana.

Mo Wentian's desire to survive is extremely strong. He knows that he can no longer get out of this desert. Only by finding other cultivators and snatching the treasures of fire-proofing and cooling can he have a glimmer of hope.

Climbing up the sand dune and looking around, the whole world is red, and only the faint blue light in the distance gives people infinite hope.

There was no one, only the extremely hot wind and the dazzling red.

Am I, Mo Wentian, going to be buried here?

With a bitter smile, Mo Wentian took a deep look at the extremely tempting blue light in the distance, and then took another step forward.

You can die of heat or exhaustion of mana, but you can't stay here and wait for death.

More than ten miles later, his eyes lit up.

A monk was lying in the fiery red dust and groaning, and around his waist was a white jade pendant.

Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all. He didn't care whether it was a trap or not. If it was a trap, he would die early, otherwise he could live!

"Save... Save me."

A figure vaguely appeared in the eyes of the monk who was almost unconscious, and the instinct for survival made him make a final plea.

Snap!

The only jade pendant that brought him coolness was roughly torn off his waist, and then a flash of sword light, his head rolled away.

Mo Wentian grabbed the body of the monk like a wolf, squeezed it hard, and desperately sucked and swallowed the gushing blood to replenish the water that was rapidly lost in his body.

Huh!

With a long sigh of relief, Mo Wentian threw the shriveled body in his hand, felt the long-lost coolness brought by the jade pendant, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and strode forward.

......

At the same time.

Hundreds of miles away.

Zhan Nianchuan also encountered trouble.

In front of him appeared a black and red strange tree two people tall, without a single leaf. There were also some half-foot-high grasses with sword-like leaves on the ground, with sharp thorns on the edges of the leaves, glowing with a strange red light.

Looking at these strange plants, Zhan Nianchuan pondered for a moment, and flicked out a water ball with his fingers.

Tsk~

What shocked him was that this water ball, which was as big as a human head and wrapped in his magic power, completely shattered when it touched the grass tip, and instantly turned into a white vapor and disappeared.

Is the temperature so high?

Looking around, all he could see were these strange plants and trees, and there was no road to walk on.

Zhan Nianchuan sighed helplessly, and had to find a place where the plants were a little sparse, slapped an ice talisman on his body, and then walked up.

His face twitched instantly.

Good man, this feeling was almost the same as when he forcibly subdued the Red Lotus Earth Fire.

Those black and red trees were even more terrifying. They were like branding irons when they swept over the body, burning Zhan Nianchuan with grimace.

Not daring to stay any longer, Zhan Nianchuan endured the excruciating pain in his feet and walked for a full quarter of an hour before he walked out of this strange forest.

Before he could catch his breath, his expression moved and he looked at the black mangrove forest that was shaking in the distance.

Sparks flew from the branches of the trees, and the red light shone. A curvy figure walked out of the forest quickly, with a thrilling tremor.

The woman's clothes could only barely cover her body. She had big breasts and hips, and sweat was dripping all over her body, flowing down the gully. A flower umbrella on her head was slowly turning, casting pieces of shade.

In this barren and hot endless desert, such a beautiful and domineering woman suddenly appeared, which made people feel weird no matter how they looked at it.

How could it be her?

Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed, and then he strode away.

He had no intention of provoking this beautiful lady. In such a harsh environment, being able to walk here with only the initial foundation-building cultivation was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

Behind him, Xu Jiaojiao's beautiful eyes lit up and she shouted loudly: "Stop, why are you running?"

Zhan Nianchuan didn't even look back and walked faster.