"Half a day later than I expected. We have to increase our speed for the rest of the journey." Little Flower walked over and said.

"The luminous sand has a miraculous effect in recovering your strength and alleviating the exhaustion of your body. You can eat some of it." Little Flower said again.

"Bright sand?" Liu Wei An was confused.

Little Blossom pointed to the ground.

"Bat p.o.o.p..." Bulls.h.i.+t … Dung?! " Liu Wei An's eyeb.a.l.l.s nearly popped out of their sockets as he stammered, "You mean, let me eat …" Eat … Eat … "Bulls.h.i.+t?"

"In the ancient times, the rock wall bat, Bright Sand, was specially used by the royal family. If ordinary people eat it, they would be beheaded. Do you think this is any ordinary sh * t?" Hua Zou said with an impatient tone.

"You didn't lie to me." Liu Wei An was slightly tempted. Xiao Shuren turned her head and ignored him. She said lightly: "I'll give you an hour of rest. We'll set out immediately after half an hour."

Liu Wei An's face immediately fell. In this situation, it would be hard to recover in an hour, let alone half an hour. He stared at the bat p.o.o.p on the ground. No, it was night sand. Was he really going to eat this?

He had heard that the bird's nest was a mixture of saliva spat out by a swallow. That thing was edible, moreover, it was a great tonic, a luxury that ordinary people simply could not eat. They were all made from the bodies of winged birds, so they shouldn't die, right? He did not feel good about being hollowed out. After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and stuffed the greyish thing into his mouth.

The taste was soft and smooth. Apart from the fact that the taste was not tempting, the taste was still good. Liu Wei An was tasting it while a warm stream of energy burst out from his lower abdomen and filled his entire body in an instant, making his limbs and bones feel warm and comfortable. Liu Wei An couldn't help but let out a happy moan, and his whole body seemed to float.

Only after a long while did Liu Wei An open his eyes. He had recovered all of his energy, and there was a fierce and energetic man in front of him. His eyes lit up, and with a roar, he threw himself onto the ground, using his fastest speed to fish the bat p.o.o.p into the ring.

The rock wall bats here had lived for G.o.d knows how many years, layer upon layer of bright sand covered the night sky. It was at least 30 centimeters thick, with a whole hole that was quite abundant. After sc.r.a.ping the ground for three feet and cleaning up all the night sand, he turned to look at the corpse of the rock bat.

"Can this thing be eaten?"

"Then forget it." Liu Wei An said reluctantly.

"Can we go now?" Little Flower had probably been defeated by him.

The rest of the journey was filled with countless murderous intents, which could be described as a step at a time. However, Little Flower kept walking forward, as if he was walking in his own backyard. Liu Wei'an was terrified, afraid that something might happen, so he kept his murderous intents to himself.

After four hours of travel, Little Flower's speed didn't slow down at all. He was short, weak, and had no eyes. This kind of physical strength left Liu Wei An in awe.

"Are you tired? Do you want some luminous sand?"

"No need." Little Flower's tone turned serious, "Wait a moment, it might be a little hot. Be careful."

"Hot?" As Liu Wei An's voice faded, the scenery in front of his eyes changed. From the mountains and rivers, he came to a desolate world. The brown colored land was filled with cracks. The width of the cracks was enough to fit a person inside. The dry weeds and the tall mountains in the distance were all yellow. It was unknown how many years these branches had been dead. A huge fireball floated in the air, releasing endless amounts of heat.

It was far more than just hot. It was enough to roast someone dry!

With that, Little Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy, all of a sudden, become excited. Staring straight at the Supreme Fireball in the sky, Little Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy, "My eyes, my eyes, my eyes …"

Liu Wei An was horrified. He looked carefully and saw eight thick chains piercing through the big fireball, locking it in midair. The iron chain was red, and under the endless fire, it was almost impossible to distinguish it apart.

Liu Wei An carefully observed it for a while, and when he realized that there was no danger, he let it slowly absorb.

"All you have to do is shoot off these iron chains." Little Hua Hua's excited mood slowly returned to its normal calm.

"If you stain the arrowhead with goldfish blood, you'll be able to break the iron chain." Little Flower grabbed a palm-sized fish out of a small bed made of bamboo strips tied around his waist. It looked exactly like the green fish from before. The only difference was that this one was golden in color, and the golden fish radiated vitality.

"We have to be fast. The interval between shooting out the eight iron chains must not exceed 0.01 seconds. Otherwise, we won't have any hope at all if the monsters behind us come out." Little Flower said seriously.

"The monsters guarding this place." When Little Flower said the word 'guard', his expression was somewhat sinister.

"I also want to ask, you said that your eyes are on it. It has been so many years, have you still not cooked it?" Liu Wei An asked in a low voice.

"Hurry up and prepare. If we fail, both of us will die here." Little Flower's face twitched.

Liu Wei An took out eight arrows. When he was about to stab the goldfish with his fist and put some blood on the goldfish, Little Flower grabbed the goldfish with both hands and twisted it, tearing the fish into two halves. The golden blood splattered on the arrow, the poor goldfish bounced a few times and gradually stopped moving.

Liu Wei An hesitated for a moment, then took out another arrow and dipped it in blood.

"Remember, there is only one chance. If we succeed, we live. If we fail, we die!" It was called the Flower Road.

"I'm under a lot of pressure." Liu Wei An said.

"I'll give you three minutes to prepare. You can begin once you're ready. Don't wait for me." It was called the Flower Road.

"Understood." Liu Wei An took a deep breath. Honestly speaking, he had not encountered any danger along the way due to the existence of Little Flower, so he was very nervous. However, there was always a sense of unease in his heart when he came to this place, as if he was standing at the edge of a blade.

"Old fart, this isn't a place you should come to. Scram!" The two of them stood in front of the Fallen Immortal River. The Daoist Priest's one and only eye shone with a vicious light as he spoke impolitely.

One eye. How many years have you been guarding Demon Ancient Mountain? Unfortunately, you're still only one eye. This means that the treasures here are not fated for you. Call it an old man who won't die, the old man said.

"We are all on a path that defies the will of the heavens. We have to rely on ourselves to obtain this lucky chance." One of his eyes said indifferently. His daoist robe was slightly thrown back.

"Last month, I saw the Seven Slaughter Star fall." The old fogey said indifferently.

"What?" One of his eyes became the most dangerous looking and then returned to normal. His face was dark and uncertain. Within a few seconds, he changed several times and then calmed down. He snorted and said, "Let's depend on our luck."

"You two, have you finished?" Qian Jinqiang, who had been standing to the side, could not help but open his mouth. Halfway through his sentence, his face suddenly changed drastically as he saw a palm smack towards him.

Ever since he had advanced to the Gold rank, he had never felt such despair. He had clearly seen the descending palm, but even if he had to use everything he had, he could not avoid it. His vision was completely filled with this palm, and the internal energy in his dantian was going crazy.

Pow!

The instant Qian Jinqiang borrowed the power from his palm, his fists first shattered, then his forearm, arm, shoulder, and then his entire body turned into dust. His palm swept past and Qian Jinqiang, who was alive a second ago, turned into a rain of blood, scattering out in the crowd behind. The expression on his face was one of complete and utter terror!

"I hate people who are rude." One of his eyes humphed. That feeling was as casual as swatting a fly to death.

"You old b.a.s.t.a.r.d, you ran quite fast." One of his eyes bellowed angrily, as if he was thinking of a leaf that had been casually plucked from some unknown place. He stepped on it and chased after the old man, instantly disappearing from the other side.

Qian Haolin's face was drained of all color, leaving behind a gaping crowd.

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