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Chapter 2427 There is still hope!

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    In a piece of yellow sand, there is a figure, slowly moving forward.

    That¡¯s He Fan.

    At this moment, he is no longer as calm as before.

    The whole person looks pale and his lips are chapped.

    He has been walking here for three days.

    In the past three days, he has slowly changed from moving forward at a fast pace to now moving slowly and with difficulty like an ordinary person.

    Until now, He Fan understood one thing.

    Here, not only the spiritual power of spiritual consciousness has been sealed, but also the monk's ability to recover on his own has been completely cut off!

    Although there is spiritual power in the body, it is completely isolated from the body and cannot recover on its own.

    After walking for so long without spiritual power supply, even He Fan, who had the blood of a true dragon, felt exhausted.

    And the feeling of hunger that had never appeared again since practicing began to appear again after a long absence.

    If you continue like this, you will die.

    He Fan's footsteps gradually stopped, thinking silently in his heart.

    The phantom sword in his hand has now turned into his crutch, supporting his body.

    Standing in the sky full of yellow sand, a deep sense of despair emerged in He Fan's heart.

    In the past, when he was in danger, even if his own strength could not make any changes, at least his confirmable cultivation level could give He Fan some peace of mind.

    But now, this mortal-like powerlessness has made him almost completely desperate.

    Now He Fan finally understood why the leader of the black mask group fell here.

    In this kind of environment, not to mention myself, even if I reach the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, without spiritual power and spiritual consciousness, I guess it will be almost the same as myself

    "Huh"

    Standing where he was, He Fan let out a long breath.

    Although he has never spoken a word since then, the hot environment in the desert has now made his throat so dry that it hurts.

    At the same time, as his unstoppable pace paused, a sense of fatigue quietly spread throughout his body.

    Plop.

    With a soft sound, He Fan's body fell to the ground without any warning.

    Although the hot yellow sand could not hurt his body, it made He Fan's feeling of powerlessness inexplicably aggravated.

    How he hopes now that something a little different will appear in this desert of uniformity.

    Even just a little bit

    The fatigue continued to increase as he fell.

    He tried to cheer up and stand up again, but the fatigue made it difficult for him to control his body.

    Finally, after a few minutes, He Fan's eyelids trembled a few times, and finally couldn't hold it any longer and slowly closed them.

    Phew

    The strong wind is still raging in the desert.

    The sky was full of yellow sand, falling with the blowing wind, slowly covering He Fan's fallen body.

    After a while, there was no trace of He Fan on the ground, and the only thing left was the desert scene that seemed to have remained unchanged for millions of years.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, but a cold feeling quietly appeared in He Fan¡¯s perception.

    Is this what death feels like?

    He Fan thought silently, with a wry smile on his lips.

    But then, he suddenly opened his eyes.

    He is not dead!

    At this moment, he is still buried in the yellow sand, but the strength of his body means that even if he can withstand the attack of the Golden Core Realm, he may not die!

    After sleeping for a long time, he regained some strength through the blood of the true dragon.

    Bang bang bang!

    With a few muffled sounds, He Fan lifted the yellow sand covering himself and stood on the desert again.

    He took a few deep breaths, then with a smile on his lips, he looked down at his feet.

    This desert seems to have no end.

    Even if there is an end, with my current state, I won¡¯t have the chance to reach it.

    But there is one thing. It cannot be the same in this desert.

    Infinitely deep, right?

    The coldness I felt when I was sleeping just now was obviously completely different from the dry heat in the desert!

    Immediately, He Fan gently raised his right hand, and he pulled out a sword flower from the phantom sword in his hand.

    Then, He Fan quickly waved his sword and began to dig downward.

    ?With the strength of the Shadow Sword, even if it is a magical weapon, it will not be damaged at all. There is no problem in digging the ground. At most, it is overkill.

    But now He Fan naturally doesn't care about so much.

    Although the feeling of exhaustion and hunger still exists, thinking about possible ways to survive seems to have infinite power bursting out.

    Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

    The surface of the desert still looks the same, but below, He Fan has dug thousands of meters deep!

    What the sword tip touches is still yellow sand, and it seems that it has not changed.

    But the temperature here has returned to normal.

    In this position, even without food supplies, He Fan estimated that he could last another ten or eight days!

    Ding!

    Just when He Fan was digging almost mechanically, a crisp sound came from underneath him.

    At the same time, he could feel that the tip of the Shadow Sword seemed to have touched something hard!

    After so many days, He Fan finally found something other than yellow sand. He Fan even felt a little excited that his hands were shaking.

    He breathed a sigh of relief, and with a surge of power in his hand, his movements suddenly increased and accelerated.

    After a while, a flat area of ??about two meters in diameter was dug out under his feet.

    Because the yellow sand is constantly blowing, when he digs deep, windy sand will continue to pour in.

    Therefore, He Fan is now almost in a state of being half buried alive.

    There is naturally no light below here.

    Without spiritual power, under such circumstances, even if a clearing is dug out, it is impossible to see anything.

    But He Fan didn't care anymore. He slowly knelt down, stretched out his hand, and began to stroke her.

    Within reach, there is a smooth and cold touch similar to iron.

    Moreover, He Fan could even feel that after his arm touched the surface of the iron block, the spiritual energy in the meridians of his hand surged backwards.

    If nothing unexpected happens, the power that restricts spiritual power and spiritual consciousness will be radiated from now on!

    After confirming this, He Fan felt a surge of joy in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh out loud.

    The existence of this thing proves that this is not some kind of natural danger, but a man-made one!

    With limited manpower, even for immortal cultivators, there is always an end to forging such treasures, and it cannot be endless.

    Until this moment, He Fan finally put away those muddled feelings.

    Before, he was completely deceiving himself, just to give himself a hope of survival.

    But now, he can finally confirm it.

    There is still a way to survive. Although there is only a glimmer of hope and it is very slim, I am not certain to die!

    I am the hope of the whole village (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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