Zheng Yi was having a good time and flew into the starry sky and cast [The Eyes of the Gods] directly, without any problem.

The countless stars and dark stars in the starry sky instantly became the eyes of the gods, conveying the ultimate privacy of the universe in their eyes. However, their eyes are too difficult to understand, and at the same time they are seductive. Even at the advanced level of Sequence 2, Zheng Yi almost couldn't resist the temptation and rushed into the dazzling starry sky.

When Zheng Yi realized this, he hurriedly interrupted the casting and returned to the ground, and his mental power was almost exhausted. The few bottles of "Cola" he had just saved were used without a single bit. He poured three large blue bottles, as if pouring water into the desert, and was sucked clean in an instant.

It was not until the fourth bottle that the speed of mental power consumption slowly decreased.

Zheng Yi had a split headache and opened another bottle.

This bottle of magic recovery agent dropped to half and finally began to slowly recover. After more than 300 milliliters, Zheng Yi's headache was relieved and he returned to a tolerable level.

According to the experience in the past few days, only the remaining amount exceeds 500 milliliters can be enough for a day of normal mental consumption. If one liter can be accumulated, that is, one thousand milliliters, you will be full of energy and vigor.

After experiencing this time of death, Zheng Yi decided to recall the "eye" he gained.

tragedy!

The gods didn't mind at all about which direction Zheng Yi should go. The content of their communication was the sinking of the earth, the collapse of the world, the destruction of civilization, war and peace... Nothing could help Zheng Yi get out of the trap of being trapped in the desert.

Zheng Yi returned to the origin.

Just like the situation he just returned from Annu Tassamet, the only change was that he drank half of his inventory and had less mental power.

Zheng Yi lowered his head and reflected for five seconds: he was like a wealthy man who had become rich soon, lacking awe and understanding of his skills. The knowledge in his mind was so complicated that he rashly used advanced skills without in-depth research and careful experiments... It turns out that he would not die if he didn't commit suicide.

He raised his head and decided to face the world with a more positive attitude, find a safe and comfortable place, and dig deep into his own strength.

First, throw a shoe and decide which direction to go.

The boots turned two times in the air and landed on the sand not far away.

The toe of the shoe was inserted in the sand without pointing out the direction.

Zheng Yi smiled: Throw this little thing again!

Suddenly, the sand under the leather boots began to flow...

quicksand!

Zheng Yi jumped quickly, fearing that he would fall into the quicksand range.

Fortunately, the quicksand just swallowed the lonely leather boot and returned to peace.

Zheng Yi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned his back to quicksand, and took off his other boots.

Fly you!

The boots swirled into the sky and fell quickly.

Zheng Yi stood on the hot sand for two seconds and was about to walk over when the sand under the boots trembled again.

It's quicksand again?

Zheng Yi was shocked.

What is this yourself?

Quicksand physique?

Passive skill is summoning quicksand?

...

The quicksand under the shoes suddenly squirted into the sky in reverse.

The strange worm like a cockroach rushed out from under the sand layer and swallowed the boots and gravel into its belly.

Zheng Yi rubbed his face and raised a middle finger to the sky. He believed now that this world was mostly gods—perhaps people with higher sequences than him—and they were making vulgar jokes.

The cockroach swallowed his boots was two meters long, six feet, and a layer of black chitin on his body, shining in the sun. Its mouthparts turned outward, like three rows of milling wheels, and gravel flowed from time to time. It soon turned its head to Zheng Yi with its keen perception.

Zheng Yi looked at the spirits in his field of vision and calculated the sequence of this thing. If we look at the influence of genes on the soul body, it is clearly just an ordinary insect, well, an ordinary insect. But in terms of body shape, Zheng Yi instinctively felt that this thing would not be weaker than a tiger.

If an insect grows to the size of a mammal, which mammal can plug the teeth into it?

For five seconds, no interaction was made by one insect.

Zheng Yi was exposed to the scorching sun and his sweat had evaporated before he had condensed on his skin. He knew that he could not afford it. After killing the cockroach, his journey really began.

【Mental whip!】

An invisible wave shot out from Zheng Yi's eyebrows and penetrated into the cockroach's brain.

This big cockroach had no sounding organ. After being attacked, he jumped silently and turned around and stopped moving.

In the spiritual vision, the spiritual bodies quickly dissipated.

It's dead.

Zheng Yi covered his face awkwardly, how could he be so stupid that he confronted a bug?

I am Sequence 2!

A little bit of stairs reveals enough to crush the whole audience!

The other party is just an insect with an empty body and not even a healthy body!

What made Zheng Yi most distressed was that he used 600 ml of reserve blue for mental whipping.

This skill was learned in Sequence 5 and is the same level as [Sacred Fire]. The Sacred Fire has a damage bonus to the dead and dark energy bodies, and the spiritual whip can only attack creatures with spiritual reactions.

Of course, the sacred fire can also attack creatures, but except for humans, other animals only have instincts and do not have value judgments such as good and evil, good and evil, so their lethality is far less than that of spiritual whipping.

Zheng Yi took out a bottle of Dalan again and poured it into his mouth.

He recalled that when he first traveled through time, he was also in the vast desert, but he didn't go far that time and encountered a convoy and was captured as a slave by the Black Hand Legion.

At that time, he also felt panic in his heart. When his language and writing were not understood, it was no less difficult to survive in the desert by a fierce black-handed soldier.

Looking at the flipped corpses and the quicksand pit that swallowed the boots - it should be the hole dug by the desert cockroaches, not the real quicksand - Zheng Yi walked over, pulled one of the legs of the desert cockroaches, and pulled it hard to pull it on the pit, forming a sunshade bunker.

No matter what, you cannot rush on the road without protection, as it will only exhaust your physical energy and eventually dehydrate and die.

This was what Zheng Yi heard from A Kun, and at that time he just expressed his gaze silently.

Zheng Yi curled up in the shadow of cockroaches, calmed down his energy, reduced all consumption, reduced the evaporation of water in his breath, and waited for the night to come.

The air gradually cooled down and a buzzing sound came.

...

...

Boom boom boom boom!

"Col. I saw a sand cockroach. It seemed to be dead!" a tender voice shouted in the roar of the motor.

The old man sitting in the cockpit pulls out the exterior eyepiece. This old-fashioned sand bike has no windows and relies on staring at the terrain radar when driving. If you want to observe the outside, you either observe the cabin or use the exterior eyepiece.

The old man looked in his eyepiece for a while and confirmed, "You are right, Private, is a dead sand cockroach."

The boy waved his weak arm: "Col. Are we going to capture it?"

The old man bared his teeth and said slowly: "It seems that he has been dead for not long... Well, there is a person hidden underneath. Tsk, little slippery head, do you think I will be fooled?"

The boy hung upside down from the observation cabin near the roof of the car, with his head next to his grandfather's head: "Col. Are you going to enter combat mode?"

The old man turned the joystick, and the sand cart circled around the sand cockroach. He whispered: "He seems to have no weapons, there seems to be nothing. Tsk tsk, how did he kill the sand cockroach?"

"Gene warrior!" the boy shouted: "He must be an extraordinary person, with one finger:" He lowered his voice and slowed down his speech: "I will give you death... so the sand cockroach died!" After saying the five dark, cruel and powerful words, his voice jumped again.

The old man didn't take it to heart.

The body of the Sand cockroach has no damage, so it should be a natural death.

He saw the young man below the sand cockroach running towards him, waving his arms, clearly asking for help.
Chapter completed!