Gao Yangxun leaned beneath the dune, his face was extremely pale, his left hand was broken with his wrist, and the white cloth wrapped around the wound was soaked in blood. Even though he was so seriously injured, he still smiled on his face, looking at Wen Ruyi who had changed the medicine for him.

Not far away, Long Fuer, who looked like a little girl, appeared and disappeared from time to time, like a chameleon in the desert, changing and unstable, it was really the best place to watch the wind and wait.

There were also several alert male and female disciples scattered around Zhao Xiu, but they did not see Fang Jianyin.

Just as he carefully removed the wound cloth, Wen Ruyi's face turned pale and blurted out: "No, why is this happening?"

Gao Yangxun looked down and was slightly surprised. The wound on the broken wrist was still bleeding continuously, falling drop by drop, and yellow sand was seeping into it. It was precisely because of this long-term chronic blood loss that his face was so pale, his body was weak and his spirit was exhausted.

It was indeed very wrong, because his broken hand happened two days ago. Then he used the hemostatic medicine he got from Luo Xiao to apply. Under normal circumstances, scars should be quickly recovered, but now he is still bleeding...

"Is the medicine wrong?" Wen Ruyi took out the spiritual plant and carefully identified it. She even took off a piece of it and chewed it. Indigo foam emerged from the corner of her mouth, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned. "This medicine is right, it's strange."

Gao Yangxun couldn't stop him and was moved: "Ruyi, you don't need to do this..."

Wen Ruyi said in the intercept: "You don't need to do this..."

The same sentence means very different, because Gao Yangxun's wrist was attacked by a ghost cultivator with his soul to protect Wen Ruyi from the siege, and was cut down in a daze. If Fang Jianyin had not come to rescue him, he would have been cut down more than his wrist... It was precisely because of this that he did not have time to grab the broken hand and could not take it. He, the hero of the Qianyuan Kingdom royal family, has since become a one-man.

Gao Yangxun smiled bitterly, kept silent wisely, and said too much, it would be pretentious.

Wen Ruyi crushed the spiritual medicine and applied it to the wound. At the same time, he carefully observed it and gradually saw signs. His eyebrows raised: "What you lost is not ordinary blood, but essence and blood with original spiritual energy... Why is this happening?"

"I know why." Zhao Xiu appeared ten steps beside the two of them. His face was not much better than Gao Yangxun. His eye sockets were deep and he looked withered, as if he was twenty years old. It was obvious that after these days, his injuries not only did not improve, but were heavier. It was simply a miracle to be able to survive until now.

"Why?" the two spoke in unison.

"Because this is a place of utterly spirits, it absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The blood of cultivators is rich in spiritual energy, especially the essence and blood of the original nature, which is rich in spiritual energy."

The two nodded thoughtfully, it sounded reasonable, but...

"We have also been trapped in a place of terrorism, and there are many battles and killings, but this has never happened." Wen Ruyi looked up at the vast world and murmured, "Can it be that this wasteland is different from it..."

She had to worry, because if this continued, Gao Yangxun would never last long, and the outcome was still far from the outcome. The man who once lost her had redeemed his sins with one hand. Although he was unable to fall in love with him, the ending was due to his own reasons. How could he watch him end so bleak?

"We are leaving here!" Wen Ruyi stood up and said firmly, "We will not fight this confused battle."

"I can't leave." Zhao Xiu was a person from the upper domain after all, and he knew the inside story better and pointed to the sky. "Not to mention that you may not have enough spiritual power to control the flying boat. Even if you have strong spiritual power and reach the True Gang level, it consumes faster than absorption, and can successfully escape from this place of the ultimate spirit. At least five floating boats are patrolling around the wasteland. If you find deserters, you will have only one end."

Gao Yangxun also nodded: "There are several senior officials from Dongsheng State who came out of my Qianyuan State. They visited while practicing in Linggu. Although they talked about this matter to me, they were basically not bad, just as Senior Brother Zhao said."

Wen Ruyi looked at Gao Yangxun with regret in her eyes: "Can you just watch Brother Gao Yang..."

Gao Yangxun gently stroked his broken arm and grinned: "Life and death are fate, just like my hand, you don't know which day you will lose..."

Wen Ruyi could no longer stay there, so she covered her mouth and turned around and ran away.

Zhao Xiu looked at Gao Yangxun's face that was getting closer and closer to him, and smiled bitterly: "It seems that only I, a guy who is sympathetic, knows the best about your feelings."

Gao Yangxun didn't want to continue this topic and asked, "Where has Senior Brother Fang been?"

"Before, Chen Xian said he had discovered something, and they went east together... Look, they are back."

Because he did not dare to release his true energy easily, Fang Jianyin and Chen Xian fully responded to the word Fengchen going, with their heads and faces all over, even their eyebrows and eyelashes covered in dust, which looked very funny.

The two of them washed their faces with clean water, and didn't even care about taking care of their hair, so they summoned everyone. In fact, there were not many people, and there were less than ten people in total.

Seeing that everyone was coming, Chen Xian spoke urgently and said in a shocking way: "There is something strange in the wasteland, this may be a super altar!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Wen Ruyi seemed to have some insights. She didn't ask them how they confirmed it. She just asked, "Is it here? How big is the scope?"

Chen Xian opened his arms and drew a circle like a stroke: "All the entire wasteland is!"

One sentence shocked everyone present for a long time.

"How is that possible?"

"How do you know? What's the basis?"

"You mean the dynasty, the eight great sects and the four great priests set up a bureau? Do you know the consequences of this spread?"

Everyone asked questions, but Chen Xian was still alive. He had seen many such scenes, and he had experienced the big scenes of hundreds of people. The cats in front of him were not in his eyes at all.

Fang Jianyin was silent on the side, without any intention of interrupting. He obviously guessed the situation in front of him, completely let go and handed over it to Chen Xian for handling.

It was not until the noise gradually disappeared that Chen Xian said again: "I will ask everyone a question first. If you want to talk about strength, I know, and everyone knows that I am the one at the bottom. But in the past half month, so many three, four, and even five-turns have died and are in vain. Why do I live until now after just one turn?

Someone shouted, "Stop keeping a secret. If others don't know your details, I can't know? You, Chen Xian, is the other name, "Chen Tuxing", is good at digging holes. If you are somewhere else, you may not be able to survive until now, but in this desert, it's just like you are tailor-made."

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

Chen Xian also smiled, and then said with a rare solemn expression: "That's right, it's because I have this talent skill that I can find something. The day before yesterday, I went out to inquire, accidentally fell into quicksand and fell into the depths of the ground, and made an amazing discovery - just below the ground, there was a trace of blood and energy that was almost invisible under our feet, which was constantly floating in one direction. I was surprised and searched in the direction of blood and energy for a while, but finally couldn't stand it. After coming back, I told Senior Brother Fang about this. Senior Brother Fang went with me to investigate, and found that those blood and energy were all the essence and blood of various races who died in battle, and the location of the Blood Flowing Sect was in the depths of the desert!"

This time, there was no speech on the field, quiet, or silent.

It took a long time before someone looked at Fang Jianyin: "Senior Brother Fang, what Junior Brother Chen said..."

"It's all true." Fang Jianyin is a sword cultivator. He always only lets the sword speak, but he is silent, but these short four words are enough to explain everything.

Wen Ruyi suddenly stood up, looked at Gao Yangxun, and said, "I believe that Senior Brother Fang and Senior Brother Chen's words. Everyone sees the situation of Brother Gao Yang, which is indeed in line with this situation. This wasteland is really a huge altar."

Everyone said, "What should we do?"

Fang Jianyin looked around and said quietly: "I don't know what you do, but I want to see what the truth is. I want to figure out whether we are the chess pieces of the people or the chess pieces of some people!"

"Okay, let's go together!"

Almost no one has any objections, because in this wasteland, the power is strong if combined, and the power is weak if divided. If you want to survive, you have to follow the strong. Since Fang Jianyin decided to find out, they have to follow them whether they want to, even Gao Yangxun is no exception.

Wen Ruyi raised objections, hoping not to go all of them, leaving behind some people, including Gao Yangxun and Zhao Xiu.

Fang Jian pondered deeply, and felt it was reasonable and was about to speak.

Gao Yangxun said, "No, on the contrary, you need me. Without me, you may not be able to find the altar."

Everyone was surprised, what was this meant?

"It's very simple. We can't all escape like Chen Xian. We can only walk on the ground. Chen Xian cannot launch escape from the ground at all times. He doesn't have so much true energy to consume. So how can we pursue the direction of blood and energy?"

Everyone thought it was true, even Chen Xian agreed that the art of earth-moving is not something that can be played casually, not to mention that every time it is used in this land of terrible spirits, it is comparable to a fierce fight.

Wen Ruyi looked at him suspiciously: "You have a way?"

"Yes!" Gao Yangxun raised his wrist and said calmly, "It can guide us to-if there really is an altar."
Chapter completed!