The Gate Of Good Fortune

Less than a moment ago, Ningcheng arrived at the edge of the Thunder Desert. It was a dark yellow heaven and earth, as if a layer of yellow mist had fallen in front of it, and the eyes could not be far away.

On the edge of the desert lies a boulder of 100 square feet, which is the entrance point that Ningcheng was given on a simple map.

Without hesitation, Ningcheng stepped directly into the desert from the edge of the boulder. After just incense, Ningcheng had to drop the flying sword.

Even if he had been cured, the raging sandstone storm in the Thunder Desert would have left him out of control of the position of the flying sword. Similarly, he was unable to find specific map identifiers from the desert.

Ningcheng put away the flying sword and speeded up its foot. He said that he would come back in the future to kill the man who wanted him, but at the moment he was far from being someone else's opponent, the sooner the better.

Three days later, Ningcheng found the second sign of a simple map, a dead asphalt tree.

Ningcheng walked up to a huge roof and sat down, running all over the desert for three days, and he also felt a little tired.

Ningcheng just sat down and a terrible whistle came from Ningcheng. Ningcheng quickly stood up again. A yellow dragon composed of fine sand swooped and rushed at great speed. Ningcheng even had room for resistance, was swept directly by the yellow dragon, and was taken out by the yellow dragon.

At this moment, Ningcheng can only lament the madness and horror of this nature, if it is an ordinary man, or directly torn to pieces by this yellow dragon.

Ningcheng quickly felt something wrong. The yellow dragon made up of yellow sand was like a tornado. After he was wound by yellow sand, it seemed that the whole person was caught in one direction.

Because it felt wrong, Ningcheng remembered that he was already a condensed monk, a condensed monk who shouldn't be swept away by the yellow sand blowing up in the desert, right?

As Huang Sha became more and more bound to him, Ningcheng felt worse and worse. He had a hunch in his heart that, in the end, he wouldn't even have room to escape and would be caught in a place he had no idea of.

Thinking about it, Ningcheng was in a hurry and punched out. This punch is exactly what he came to understand in Da 'an Forest's giant axe killing intent. He didn't have an axe and directly blew it out with his fist. It turns out that he used this axe on several occasions, and it all seems to be working well.

“Bang” sounded like the sound of the defeated revolution, Ningcheng this punch directly in the yellow dragon opened a sand mouth, Ningcheng did not think, the whole body became a line through this sand mouth.

The next moment, the Huang Shachang Dragon has gone far with the sound of bombardment.

When Ningcheng looked down, he found that the rest of his clothes had disappeared completely, except for a set of inner armor made by Nanyuan City's old man, which only had countless scratches of fine sand.

“Awesome.” Ningcheng stunned himself and quickly took out his clothes and put them on.

There are these horrible yellow dragons in the Thunder Desert, and if he doesn't get out of the yellow dragon in time, what will happen?

Only then did Ningcheng realize that Huang Long had lost his way. Ningcheng turned around and just wanted to see where the Huyang tree was, he felt his foot loose and his subconscious flew up.

A giant whirlpool appeared where he had just stood, rolling all the fine sand around him, forming a funnel shape.

A powerful suction came from a sudden force that almost sucked Ningcheng straight into the funnel vortex.

Ningcheng forcibly runs the true element, and the whole body is like a sword, rushing into the sand outside the whirlpool.

After a few breaths, Ningcheng landed on the sand, watching as the distance was still rolling up the vortex, for the first time feeling the horror of the Thunder Desert.

He was caught in this vortex, or he couldn't have died, but who knows what's in this vortex?

Looks like he has to find the road map he walked before he can get out of the Thunder Desert. The route he had previously travelled was certainly one of the safest in the desert, otherwise he would not have been in danger for days. Now he's just strayed from the original map, and he's been in trouble a few times. Had it not been for the Huang Long passing by, he would not have strayed from the original route.

Ningcheng walked more and more cautiously, he was not looking for a way to Huazhou, but to find the road he had been walking on.

Another five days later, Ningcheng met more than a dozen different sandstone swirls, but he escaped. Good thing the sandstone storm formed like a yellow dragon, he didn't meet a second time.

Ningcheng knows that this is not the way to go, and if it keeps happening, he will sooner or later fall into the Thunder Desert.

He stopped, azimuthal arrays, and he can't refine them yet, but a simple compass is fine.

Ningcheng's compass has not been made yet, and the smell was noticed by Ningcheng for a while. Ningcheng immediately grabbed a handful of guns from behind, and the smell was absolutely demonic. He knows that there are many demonic beasts in the Thunder Sea desert, and that these demonic beasts form groups, and once surrounded, it is difficult to get away again.

It turns out Ningcheng just grabbed the long gun in his hand, and the sound of 'squeaking' sand came through. When Ningcheng saw the demon beast coming in front of him, he almost stayed. Countless demonic beasts rushed towards him.

These demonic beasts are dense and numb, and they can't even see the edge at a glance. And these demonic beasts formed bodies rushing this way, not only on the ground, but also in the air. Ningcheng can imagine that this sandstone underground must have the same demonic beast.

These demonic beasts are covered in sarcomas of varying sizes and look just over a foot long, with sharp mouths dripping with some cloudy mucus that look terribly ugly.

As soon as the dense demon beast saw Ningcheng, he swarmed up. Ningcheng saw numbness in his scalp. He had never seen such a disgusting scene.

How dare he hesitate half the time? The long guns in his hand have been carrying guns from one gun to the next, and these guns have formed a network of guns, blocking countless ugly demons from the network of guns.

One of the advantages of fighting these demonic beasts is that you just have to show your strongest strength and don't worry about being calculated.

A bloody fog swept in front of the gunman, and a demonic beast like this was swept away by the gunman of Ningcheng. Ningcheng clearly saw that the bodies of the demonic beasts he had killed were instantly eaten up by their companions, and the rest of the demonic beasts continued to flock, not knowing what death was.

The cultivation of these demonic beasts is indeed not high, but it can no longer hold much. A bunch of demonic beasts were bombarded by Ningcheng, and a bunch of similar demonic beasts swarmed up again. Not only that, but these sandy demons also emit a bad smell. As soon as Ningcheng smelled this smell, it felt uncomfortable. It was good that, prompted by his true strength, these discomforts quickly disappeared without a trace.

Ningcheng lived through the slaughter all day. His twelve shots of brown ice were derived from the thirteenth, fourteenth and twenty-first shots.

Unfortunately, even as his marksmanship grew more sophisticated and more shotguns were derived, his true dollar could not keep up. He did not know how many of these sand demons had been slaughtered, but the number of such demons faced was increasing rather than decreasing.

Ningcheng raised some despair in his heart. I knew it. He might as well have been rolled away by the yellow dragon.

In the face of him, it was a difficult situation, and he had no way out of it. Whether it's in the air, on the sand, or under the sand, it's an endless beast of sand.

Just as Ningcheng wondered whether the yellow beads in his body could help, the endless sand demon suddenly abandoned to continue attacking Ningcheng, but fled from Ningcheng madly, only for a short time, this dense and numb sand demon beast walked clean.

If the fine sand around here hadn't been dyed dark red, Ningcheng would have thought the scene was just a hallucination.

“Wouldn't my luck be so good?” Ningcheng's incredible self-talk, when he was about to be killed by these sandy demons, these sandy demons suddenly and unexpectedly retreated, what's not good luck?

Good night, my friends!

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