Dedicate One’s Mind

Knowing the law of their activities, Wu Yi waited for a few more days before he waited until the day of departure.

Destiny led eight or nine people, wearing thick clothes made of clay, and began a journey of life and death.

Wu Yi quietly followed behind.

The soil armor worn by the desperate people was made by refining and melting the fallen stones after countless years of weathering the rock wall.

There are not many complicated projects, only the most basic function of keeping out the cold, which is not very beautiful, but in terms of the ability to withstand the cold wind, it is really a rare sacred object.

There are few moss nearby because of years of picking. If you want to harvest, you have to go farther. However, the rock wall is steep, leaving the platform where they usually live and stepping on the empty one will be forever. To the point.

The cold wind can freeze a person's bones and blood. Once there is no physical support, even if there is aura in the sea of ​​qi, it cannot be used, and it will fall straight down like an ice sculpture.

In this kind of ghost place, Wu Yi is also quite cautious. But they are much better than desperate.

Several people cautiously climbed the attached wall for dozens of miles, and finally came to the place where the moss was. Although it took a half day view, no accident happened in the middle, and no one died. It was also a lucky thing.

The next step is picking. There is a huge space inside their soil armor. The soil armor is wide on both sides and narrow at the front and back. It is very strange, but the design is so designed that it can save a lot of moss and help everyone when climbing. , Reduce the risk.

During the period, the stone loosened, and one person stepped on the air and fell down. At the moment of the moment, fortunately, he desperately jumped out and flew down, his body full of flames, like a **** in the fire, hard to resist the raging cold and wind, and rescued The person who fell is shocked but not at risk.

A series of thanks, desperate smiles, made the remaining few people be more careful.

Fill the body with soil armor. A few people still don’t stop, holding it in their mouths and tucking their chins, doing everything possible to carry as much as possible. This is their ration for the next few months. If they can bring more, they will bring more. .

Once a white disaster occurs, that is, when the cold wind meets water vapor, the rock wall will be frozen with a layer of frost. At that time, going out will be a dead end, and the moss will be frozen and the cold wind will not blow up. It is very likely that today. Some of them are their life-saving rations.

Survival strategies in harsh environments seem ridiculous, but smiling and smiling, many people can't laugh.

Finally, everyone couldn't take it anymore, and had to return, Wu Yi appeared, but his face was the same as his own body, and he didn't use the identity of Sun Zhiyan.

Wu Yi blocked their way forward without saying a word, yet murderous intent was brewing. The visitor was not good, and the people's originally good mood suddenly became extremely bad.

Under the canyon, because of the harsh environment, there is simply not too much looting. If you dare to looting, your strength must be superior. Compared with the cold wind, this robbing is even more desperate.

A flame rose in the desperate pupils, but it did not damage the mind, and whispered to his companion: "You go around on both sides, I will entangle him."

Sending moss back is a big deal, and it matters to the survival of a small tribe with a hundred people. Although those people are unwilling to die and commit danger alone, but they also know that they can't help much, so they agreed, divided into two directions, and went around from Wu Yi up and down. .

But at the moment the companion set out, Desperate made a bold move, not giving Wu Yi a chance to attack his companion, a huge fireball rose up, taking advantage of the cold wind, and the speed was extremely fast.

Wu Yi swept away from the cliff, hovering in the harsh cold wind. Seeing this scene, his eyes narrowed desperately, knowing that someone might not be able to solve it easily, palms interlaced, ten golden crows He flew out from the fingertips of his fingers, surrounded Wu Yi, besieged and not attacked, waiting for the opportunity to move.

Desperate now, still trying to help his companions win the opportunity to send the moss back, acting conservatively, but this is also because he knows that Wu Yi's strength is extraordinary and it is impossible to defeat the opponent in a short time, so he wants to entangle Wu Yi.

The golden crow flew and danced, Wu Yi smiled, the majestic spiritual consciousness scattered, directly smashed all the golden crows, "Use your true strength, otherwise, surrender to me."

Wu Yi's faint language seemed to anger desperate, his red eyebrows were erect, bloodshot all over his eyes, and he let out a roar, his aura rose by three points.

"Don't think about it! There is no one who surrendered in Yuangu."

Desperate turned into a huge flame, swept over it, Wu Yi couldn't avoid it, and surrounded himself by the flame.

Since entering the canyon, this is the first time Wu Yi has sensed the fiery, ubiquitous, ubiquitous cold wind, and this place has almost turned into a dead zone.

For the sake of concealment, the place where they lived was nearly 300 feet below the canyon. The time that they could be exposed to sunlight in a day was only one hour at most~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was cold and dark most of the time.

But they who swallowed moss for a long time can see things at night, so even though it is dark, it doesn't have much impact on them.

The flame scorched, the rare water vapor in the air was evaporated, the air was almost drained, and it was extremely dull. In it, Wu Yi even sensed a trace of the fire of human wishes. It seems that Destiny has already refined the light of the Vulcan. NS.

A few months ago, the divine light came from the sky. Since the refining of this divine light, the power of the flames of Destiny has increased a lot. At the same time, Destiny can also sense and see many sights, which do not seem to exist in the canyon. Among them, there are many wishes to help Destiny open a new world.

Seeing his own flame trapped Wu Yi, it seemed that the other party had no chance of fleeing, and desperately let go of the worries in his heart. It turned out that the other party was just a fake, and he was almost deceived by him before.

"You are fine." Wu Yi said, very satisfied with desperation.

Desperately sneered: "You should worry about yourself first, I'm not at all to do with you."

"Really?" Wu Yi said quietly.

Jue Ming didn't take it seriously at first, but suddenly there was a blast, and all the flames flew out and vanished.

Destiny's eyes widened, and he hurriedly continued to use his magical powers, trying to save his decline.

However, the flames used this time not only did not trap Wu Yi, but bowed to Wu Yi's feet like a courtier. Among them, the seed of magic thought was at work, and the source of desperate divine power was the seed of magic thought.

"This—" Destiny couldn't believe his eyes.

Wu Yi turned around, looked at him, and said, "Are you still not willing to admit it?"

"It's that light!" Su Meng suddenly realized and exclaimed.

Wu Yi showed a look that you are not too stupid, and he admitted this statement.