Chapter 403

A day later.

Su Ziyang used the art of escape, drove day and night, and finally came to the edge of magic island.

Looking at the land shrouded in fog, Su Ziyang frowned.

Magic Island is named after fog. It is said that people are easy to lose their way when they enter it.

Moreover, the magic continent is a huge Dharma array. If people enter it, their strength will be limited. Any technique can't be used, but only the body.

I don't know if these legends are true or false?

Su Ziyang's thought moved, making him lose his mind and sweep to the magic continent.

A moment later, he looked back.

My eyes are full of fear.

He found that his divine eyes could not penetrate the fog at all.

This fog can not only block people's sight, but also resist God's consciousness and God's eyes.

What the hell is in here?

Su Ziyang frowned and thought.

Then he used his secret technique - tracking.

Soon after, he took back his secret skill and his eyes were full of dignity.

He found that even the secret arts failed here.

It is impossible to capture the breath of Ruan erniang and beautiful women. It seems that there are two people around the mainland.

The secret of tracking is like a spinning compass. There is no direction at all.

"Do you want to go inside?"

"You must go in! Look for Aunt Ruan and qiao'er!"

"Also, the six continents must be unified!"

Su Ziyang murmured and flashed into the fog.

"Hum..."

As soon as the scenery changed, what was printed in front of Su Ziyang was a red desert.

"Hoo..."

The wind and sand blew and hit him in the face, causing a burst of flesh pain.

The hot temperature seems to melt the earth.

Su Ziyang was surprised when he saw the scene in front of him.

Isn't it easy to get lost? How can you see so clearly?

Thoughts move, God's eyes use.

Su Ziyang was surprised to find that it could cover thousands of kilometers, and everything was printed into his eyes.

"Legend is different from reality?"

Su Ziyang murmured, staying where he was.

Then he stepped forward and ran forward.

A few hours later.

Su Ziyang stopped and looked ahead, frowning.

I saw that there was an inn thousands of kilometers away, lying in the yellow sand.

The inn consists of five attics, surrounded by thick earth walls, which looks like a fortress.

"Hoo..."

The wind blew and the hunting sounded on the layout plaque on the inn.

The four characters "Fengyun inn" were rusted on the plaque and printed into your eyes.

"My guest, please come inside. To get through the desert of death, our Fengyun Inn, but the last supply station, there will be no shop after passing the village. Come quickly and have a rest!"

A slim woman, showing off her demeanor, kept shouting business guests.

More than 90% of passers-by will enter Fengyun inn.

Su Ziyang stared at the scene with an uncertain look on his face.

It feels like the New Dragon Gate Inn in the movie.

This inn is by no means ordinary.

"Go and inquire about the news first!"

Su Ziyang raised his mouth, stepped forward and ran forward.

"My guest, please come inside. Our inn has everything you want, wine and beauty... My guest is satisfied!"

Seeing Su Ziyang, the woman immediately rushed up, took Su Ziyang and walked to the inn.

"What a handsome young man, I see you in vain. My guest, are you a scholar?"

The woman looked at Su Ziyang affectionately, with two groups in front of her chest, frantically squeezing Su Ziyang's chest.

Once the eyes are swept, it is white and soft, and the ravines are everywhere, which extremely seduces people's desire.

"I... I..."

Su Ziyang pretended to be afraid and stepped back two steps to distance himself from the woman.

"Cluck..."

The woman covered her mouth and smiled. "Unexpectedly, there are such noisy scholars. Tonight, you are mine."

After saying this, the woman waved, "Qian Xiaoer, entertain distinguished guests."

"OK, shopkeeper!"

Then, a man dressed as a waiter hurried forward and said enthusiastically, "Sir, please follow me."

"OK... OK."

Su Ziyang nodded and followed the waiter to the hall.

"Liuliushun, seven tricks, eight immortals, nine Links..."

Around, a table of rough men, waving their right hands, were guessing fiercely.

"You lost, drink, drink!"

"Ha ha, go on!"

The heavy smell of wine fills all around.

Su Ziyang sniffed his nose and frowned slightly. His face became more and more dignified.

Bad eyes kept sweeping.

In the corner, a small man was holding a big spoon and pouring water into his kettle.

The water in the huge ladle can't fill the pot.

Ladle after ladle, I can't stop at all.

When he sensed Su Ziyang's eyes, he turned around and stared at Su Ziyang directly.

That kind of strong killing intention, without any disguise.

That look was like a hunter seeing prey.

"Presumptuous!"

The waiter gave a light drink. The short man immediately lowered his head, continued to lower his head and began to fill the pot.

"Sir, please come inside. We have excellent guest rooms. Please follow me!"

The sophomore continued to lead the way, followed by Su Ziyang.

"Ah... Oh..."

When passing a guest room, Su Ziyang heard a very tempting voice.

That kind of sound, deep and crisp, makes it difficult for human feelings.

"Bang..."

Suddenly, the door opened, and inside the transparent curtain, there was a woman in excellent health, doing something indescribable.

The looming posture makes people's blood spray.

Su Ziyang shook his head and calmed down quickly.

"It seems that this inn is not simple."

Su Ziyang murmured, with no fear on his face.

If you come, you will be at ease.

Soldiers come to block, water and earth cover.

Now, the most important thing is to find out about magic island.

Thinking so, Su Ziyang nodded secretly and made a decision.

"Creak..."

The door is open.

"My guest, please, you will stay here tonight." the waiter bent down and made a gesture of invitation.

"Yes."

Su Ziyang nodded and strode into it.

"My guest, take a rest first. If you have a small call," said the waiter, closing the door and retreating.

Su Ziyang took a long breath, found a wooden stool and sat down directly.

"Dong Dong..."

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"My guest, I'm the waiter."

Su Ziyang went to the door and opened it. "What's up?"

The waiter looked around. After confirming that there was no one, he lowered his voice, "my guest, I forgot to tell you the true formula of the twelve words of survival."

"Twelve character true formula?"

Su Ziyang looked confused.

"My guest, in our shop, you must do the following true formula: don't see, don't listen, and don't enter!" said the waiter.

"What does this mean?" Su Ziyang frowned slightly.

The waiter whispered in Su Ziyang's ear.

The more he listened, the more Su Ziyang's face changed.

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