Upon hearing this, Han Li reached out and took the jade slip from Lu Yuqing and pressed it to his forehead.

"This map is very detailed, but I don't know where Miss Han got it? It was from which stone tablet?" After a while, Han Li withdrew from the jade slip, handed it back, and asked.

"Yes. It is precisely because of this map that I want to break into this endless sea of ​​sand. But even if I have a map in my hand, I still have to rely on Brother Han's power in this endless sea of ​​sand." Lu Yuqing nodded and said.

"As long as I can, I will do my best." Han Li said without comment.

After saying this, he had a flying boat under his feet.

The light emitted by the Qingquan flying boat suddenly lit up and plunged into the vast sea of ​​sand.

As soon as they entered the sea of ​​sand, the two of them immediately felt a sudden heat around them, as if they had entered a steamer, making their chests feel a little stuffy.

"Miss Lu, let's try to confirm your location first." Han Li's expression did not change, but his heart was shaking and he spoke.

"Brother Han said yes. Although I don't know the specific location here, as long as I encounter two or three places recorded in the picture, it should be enough." Lu Yuqing nodded.

...

at the same time.

There is a mountain range in the fairy world. The mountain is extremely majestic and straight, with few ups and downs. The top of the mountain peak is sharp, as if a giant sword is pointed directly at the sky.

Deep in the mountains, there is a majestic castle building.

These ancient castles have unique architectural styles, whether it is the roof, eaves, or decorations everywhere, there are various sword-shaped patterns and reliefs everywhere.

Large swords, heavy swords, thin swords, short swords, and countless sword shapes fill every corner of this castle.

The castle is brightly lit, and many people walk around or sprint through the sky.

All of these people were wearing dark golden robes and the word "bear" embroidered with the cuffs. They looked like a powerful monk family.

In a dark and dense room deep in the castle, a black stone platform about the size of a foot was placed, and a young man lay on it.

The man's eyes were closed and motionless. There was no breath flowing out on his body, and there was no chance of life. He looked like a corpse.

A circle of mysterious patterns was engraved on the stone platform around the corpse, which seemed to be some kind of special spiritual pattern.

A dark blue oil lamp was placed above the young man's head.

But now the flame of this oil lamp is very weak and flickering constantly, as if it is about to be extinguished at any time.

A black talisman was pasted on the man's chest, with mysterious runes engraved on it, emitting a special aura fluctuation.

Suddenly, a "creaking" sound broke the silence here, the door of the secret room was opened, and two figures walked in one after another.

The first person was a white-haired old man with fair and rosy skin and no wrinkles. This is exactly what the childish face of a crane hair is talking about.

Behind the white-haired old man was a middle-aged man. His cheeks were strangely dark blue, and his eyes were whiter and less black, which looked extremely weird.

The two of them walked to the stone platform and stood, looking at the black talisman.

"Is it today?" the white-haired old man suddenly spoke.

"That's right. I've calculated it with innate divine calculations, which is today." The man with a green face turned his hand and took out a blue abacus-shaped thing. The calculation pieces were intertwined together, and they slid on their own from time to time.

"Shan'er's qualifications are the best among the children of our Xiong family in this generation. Unfortunately, he was born in a commoner and experienced ups and downs since childhood, which led to his arrogant heart. He has been unwilling to accept the support of his family over the years and insisted on going his own way. I hope that after this great disaster, he can understand and let go of those unnecessary persistences." The white-haired old man sighed and said.

The green-faced man nodded and was about to say something, but suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Here you come."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black talisman on the young man's chest suddenly burned automatically and turned into a ball of black flames.

The patterns around the stone platform were also full of light, bursting with black light, forming a black aperture, covering the corpse of the young man.

The old man with white hair immediately bent his fingers a little.

A black light flew out and penetrated into the black flames in front of the young man.

The flame suddenly lit up, and suddenly split and bloomed, turning into five parts.

Immediately afterwards, several black lights flew out from the five flames, connecting them to form a five-star magic array.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The dark wind suddenly broke out in the secret room, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling faintly came from it, and the cold air was strong.

But obviously, the old man with white hair and the man with green face didn't care about this, and his eyes were fixed on the five-star magic array.

The void in the center of the magic circle suddenly twisted, and a black shadow appeared, squirming like a living thing.

The shadow wriggled for a moment, and suddenly cracked with a "sweep", and a crack in space emerged out of thin air.

The next moment, a ball of golden light flew out from the crack in the space, flashing into the young man's body, disappearing.

After a while, waves of golden light suddenly appeared on the young man.

The old man with white hair lit up his eyes when he saw this scene, and waved his hand and emitted a white light, covering the young man's body.

The young man's originally pale face quickly returned to normal, and his heart gradually began to pound and gradually exuded a sense of vitality.

The green lamp above the man's head suddenly became several times brighter at this moment, and it was extremely stable, burning quietly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the young man’s eyes moved slightly and slowly opened.

However, his pupils were scattered and it took a while to return to normal.

"Is this? No, I'm not already..." He looked at the surroundings and soon saw the two white-haired old men next to him.

"Class leader, Fourth Uncle!" His expression changed, and his body moved, and he was about to sit up.

"Shan'er, the soul-turning technique has just been completed. Your body cannot move yet, lie down well." The white-haired old man reached out and pressed the young man's shoulder and said.

The young man moved his lips twice, but he didn't insist and lay down.

"Class leader, what's going on? I should have... why did I return to the family?" asked the young man.

"It's all thanks to your fourth uncle. He calculated that you had such a life-and-death disaster in your fate, but he couldn't calculate when this disaster would appear and who should be. So when you left the family, he secretly set up a secret soul-turning technique in your Nascent Soul. Once your Nascent Soul was fatally damaged, it would be automatically transferred back to the family, allowing you to take your body to another body." The white-haired old man explained slowly.

"So that's the case. Thank you, Uncle Fourth, otherwise my nephew would have fallen at this moment." The young man was silent for a moment and said to the green-faced man.

"You and I are my uncles and nephews, so I'll be heretics when I say these things." The man with green face waved his hand.

"Uncle Fourth, your innate divine calculation will lose at least ten thousand years of cultivation every time you use it. This time I will divine my fate, and the loss of cultivation will be at least ten thousand years. How can I feel sorry for it?" A complex look flashed in the young man's eyes and he said.

"What's the point of cultivation for just 100,000 years? As long as you can return safely, I will be relieved of my fourth uncle." The green-faced man smiled slightly and said.

The young man lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Shan'er, what enemy did you encounter in the Beihan Immortal Realm this time? How could you suffer such a big loss?" the white-haired old man suddenly asked.

When the young man heard this, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, but he didn't say anything after a long time.

"Forget it, since you don't want to say it, I won't ask. Leave this matter to you yourself." The white-haired old man shook his head and said.

"Thank you, the patriarch." The young man nodded to the old man.

"Since you are back this time, don't leave for the time being. We will help you recover your cultivation as soon as possible. Moreover, the Immortal Palace has issued several edicts. You can go to the Immortal Palace to serve first. Let's talk about other things later." The white-haired old man said again.

The young man frowned, was silent for a moment, and nodded slowly.

Seeing this, the old man with white hair and the man with green face looked at each other, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

...

Above a red wasteland, two dazzling lights of one red and one gold are fighting here, fighting to the earth.

The two colors of light collided violently, making a series of earth-shaking loud noises, the void trembled, and a surging hurricane swept towards the surroundings.

Occasionally, one or two rays of light scattered down, blasting huge pits on the ground, raising red sand and smoke in the sky.

One side of the battle was a woman in silver robe, which was Qu Ling.

She stood on the back of the golden beetle. The golden beetle turned into the size of a hill, and her whole body emitted a dazzling golden color.

There were seven or eight people on the other side that confronted him, all wearing red robes, with a lifelike fire crow embroidered on the robe, but they were all here, but they did not see Taoist Hu Yan and Yun Ni.

Everyone in the Zhenyan Sect looked bad, especially Xu Yangzi and the other two, their clothes were damaged, and some blood could be seen faintly, as if they were injured.

Headed by Xu Yangzi and the other two, the Zhenyan Sect formed a flame-shaped magic circle, with a large red banner floating above its heads, with blazing flames burning on it.

Fires flew out from the eight-sided fire banners and shot towards the Qu Ling and the golden beetle.

Each radius emits a terrifying high temperature, and the void trembles wherever the flames pass.

Qu Ling stood leisurely on the back of the golden beetle, playing with a green gourd in his hand, without taking action.

The golden beetle under her waved its front paws, and crystal lights about a meter long flew out, densely filled with rain, colliding with the red flames.

Amid the bursting muffled sound, the crystal flames dissipated in pairs and canceled out each other.

"Qu Ling, our Zhenyan Sect has no grudges and no grudges with you, why did you suddenly attack us?" Xu Yangzi looked at the golden beetle, his pupils shrank in his eyes, and then he roared at Qu Ling.
Chapter completed!