After tidying up, Meng Fan immediately put the Flame Fire Divine Source into the ring at the same time, although this box contained the treasure that made the entire Quartet Domain vibrate, but he could not use it for the time being.

Meng Fan's eyes flickered, and the information of the Ten Thousand Years Xuanbing was recalled in his mind at the same time.

According to ancient records, the value of the 10,000-year-old Xuan Ice is a fifth-order spiritual object, which is something sealed in the dust on the top of the snow-capped mountain, which has a powerful ice attribute.

If such an ice attribute was absorbed, it would naturally be able to ensure that Meng Fan would not be incinerated by the powerful energy of the Fire Divine Source, but this was a fifth-order spiritual object.

Touching his nose, Meng Fan smiled bitterly, knowing that this was another extremely troublesome matter, and now the most important thing for him now was to get the breath of this 10,000-year-old Xuanbing.

With a flash of his eyes, Meng Fan looked at the space ring that Ruoshui Yi gave him, the space in this ring was huge, like a palace, and at the same time, an invisible suppression enveloped the surroundings.

In the space, Meng Fan noticed at a glance a scroll floating in the space and the materials that had been fused.

Ridiculous word level exercises!

These things are obviously left by Ruo Shui Yi to himself, and the cultivation requirements are definitely not small, even more restrictive than the Breaking Wave Technique, so the power is ......

You must know that these materials cost a full 200,000 gold coins, if there is no powerful effect, then Meng Fan feels that he has lost a lot.

Shaking his head, Meng Fan knew that this was not a place to cultivate, and his top priority was to know where he was so that he could make his next move.

As soon as his body moved, Meng Fan walked directly towards the desert after tidying up.

Although he is injured now, he still has the strength to protect himself, and the soles of his feet are stepping on the huge thousands of miles of yellow sand, and Meng Fan's figure is constantly advancing.

In this desert, even water has become a scarce thing, and naturally all life is cut off.

However, Meng Fan could rely on the imprint of the Anti-God Scroll to absorb the little energy between heaven and earth to replenish himself.

After advancing for a long time, Meng Fan finally met the caravans, and realized that the location he was now in was the edge of the Great Qian Empire, called the Muta Desert, which was close to another empire and was within the range of an intersection.

There are thousands of miles of desert here, of course, because it is close to the border, so there are naturally many caravans, mercenary groups and so on.

As soon as his body moved, Meng Fan immediately walked in the direction of the Great Qian Empire, you must know that Meng Fan's target is the first forbidden land, the Heavenly Tomb, this is just half of the journey.

And it has already been a year, and Mu Yuyin, who has reached the Qi Refining Realm, doesn't know how powerful it is!

Speechless all the way, Meng Fan walked in the desert while repairing his body, and finally spent a day seeing a human city in the huge desert, called Flaming City!

The city is not big, but the surrounding defense is quite good, because there are too many mercenary groups licking blood in the desert, and if they don't get it right, they may wash the city with blood, so they have to defend tightly.

It's time to take a break!

Shaking his head helplessly, Meng Fan stepped into the Wind Burning City in a few steps, although this is a city in the desert, there are already many people in it, of course, most of them are passers-by and caravans.

On a long street, there are many people who are placing things around, but there are many good things among them, his eyes are sweeping, and Meng Fan is looking for what he is looking for around him at the same time.

After all, it has only taken half the time to travel now, and there are more things to do by yourself, medicines and supplies have always been indispensable.

In the future, I am afraid that I will have to cross this huge desert. Shaking his head, Meng Fan gathered everything he needed around at the same time, raised his head, and suddenly saw a cloak not far away.

This cloak is completely black, and the cut is quite reasonable, completely covering the body, and it is made of a special material to hide the exploration of spiritual power.

"Good thing, Cloak of Night!"

Meng Fan knew that this thing belonged to the level of second-order spiritual objects, but the spiritual source that needed to cover his breath was not easy to find, and he didn't expect to encounter it here.

One step out, Meng Fan stepped forward directly, and the owner of this dark night cloak belonged to a mercenary group, about a dozen people, each of whom had the breath of an old fritter walking the rivers and lakes.

The strength of one of them is not bad, the highest one is a big man, who has reached the peak of qi refining, with a naked body, protruding muscles, and at the same time a trace of scar on his face, revealing a trace of fierceness, which is intimidating.

Obviously, the other party also often licks blood at the knife edge, Meng Fan didn't ask much, just said lightly.

"How do you sell this cape?"

The voice fell, and one of the shirtless men said in a deep voice.

"Three thousand gold coins!"

Three thousand!

Meng Fan's brows furrowed and he muttered softly.

"So expensive?"

Hearing Meng Fan's words, the shirtless man sneered and shouted disdainfully.

"Don't ask, don't buy it, it's so much nonsense, don't look at what place this is, and the material of this cloak, let me tell you, he has also undergone some special treatment, far more than a second-order spiritual object!"

Hearing this, Meng Fan raised his eyebrows, and naturally he could hear that the tone of the big man was full of ridicule, but now Meng Fan was not two years ago.

After more than a year of killing and cultivation, Meng Fan has grown not only by his means, but also by his heart, as quiet as a virgin, as dynamic as thunder, and his ridicule of the Han has been as stable as Mount Tai.

It is not terrible to break out immediately against the enemy, what is really terrible is to know how to forbear, know how to handle.

With a chuckle, Meng Fan directly threw out three thousand gold coins and took the cloak over. Seeing Meng Fan's movements, the big man was stunned, he didn't expect Meng Fan to buy it, he couldn't help but look carefully at the gold coin that Meng Fan took out, and asked hesitantly.

"Now beggars are so rich?"

Beggar?

Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, and immediately noticed that his whole body was fluffy, his clothes were torn, and his face had not been washed for many days, no wonder the big man thought he was a beggar.

With a wry smile, Meng Fan put away this cloak, this thing is much better than the black robe, once it is against the enemy, it is completely advantageous to hide his figure.

At the next moment when Meng Fan was about to leave, there was a trace of jealousy on the faces of all the merchants around him, including the scar-faced man, and at the same time, his expression moved, and his eyes looked into the distance, and a huge group of figures had already rushed towards this side.

"It's them!"

"Yes, it's the Dark Guards who have recently risen in Stormblazing City, and they're fierce!"

"Yes, the only one who can compete with them in the entire Wind Burning City is the Tiger Army, if there is no Tiger Army, I am afraid that the economic source of the entire Wind Burning City would have been controlled by the means of the Secret Guard!"

With a flash of his eyes, Meng Fan's gaze looked and found that the figures were a group of neat and sergeant-like existences, dressed in light armor and black, obviously of the highest quality. There were 2,000 men, but they were trained to move quickly into the streets.

The person did not move, but it was a powerful momentum that people would never dare to underestimate, even if they were surrounded by some mercenaries who licked blood from the knife edge. And above these secret guards, there are only two people riding huge magical beasts, one of them is a woman, snow-white clothes, green silk flying, her posture is not bad, her face is delicate, if it is not for the dark guards standing around, it must be extremely dangerous even here.

"It's Cherdel!"

"Yes, the deputy head of the dark guard, the status is not lower than the fat head of the group, I heard that there is no head among the dark guards, and the current leader is only temporary!"

"What? That regimental leader is mysterious, and the dragon can't see the head but the tail!"

Just when everyone's expressions were focused on the beautiful Xue Daier in the field, Meng Fan did not have anything unusual, after all, Meng Fan had seen too many beauties now, and he already had a natural immunity to this strange creature.

Like Xue Dai'er, although it was amazing, Meng Fan felt that it was nothing.

His gaze swept away, and at the same time fell on the other person riding on the demonic beast, this person was extremely fat, his huge body pressed against the demonic beast, and the fat trembled, which made people worry about whether they could crush the second-order demonic beast below to death.

After seeing the other party's face, all of a sudden, Meng Fan's eyes flashed, and the expression on his little face changed to the outside.

The dark guard and his party walked forward quickly, and there was a fierce killing in the middle of the arrangement, and suddenly the people around them avoided it. After a few breaths, the secret guard in front had already come to Meng Fan who was standing on the side of the street.

The street was not wide, and Meng Fan's figure stood there, just blocking the advance of the dark guard. Glancing at Meng Fan, who was in tattered clothes, one of the secret guard men said politely.

"Your Excellency, please get out of the way, are you going to be the enemy of our secret guards?"

When the voice fell, the eyes of the people around him were all staring, and there was a look of surprise on their faces, and then the scarred man roared and said, "Little guy, don't you want to die, get out of here!"

Looking at the dark guard, Meng Fan smiled lightly, just looking at the fat man riding on top of the demonic beast in the field. The team of the dark guards stopped, obviously the fat man and Xue Dai'er above the monster also noticed, and in her eyes, Xue Dai'er snorted lightly and said coldly.

"What's going on?"

Hearing Xue Dai'er speak, the many powerhouses of the dark guard all moved, and immediately looked at Meng Fan's gaze with a hint of fierceness. Several of the men directly moved, and their vitality formed five hand knives, which rushed towards Meng Fan at an extremely tricky speed.

In the next moment, a roar suddenly came from the air.

"Bastard, stop!"

The voice fell, resounding through the streets, and the person who spoke was the fat man riding on the monster. At this moment, the fat man trembled, walked down from the demonic beast by himself, strode in the direction of Meng Fan, and after a few breaths, he came to a meter away from Meng Fan.

Looking at Meng Fan, under the gaze of everyone, the fat man suddenly fell to the ground on half a knee, his eyes were even a little red, and he asked softly in an extremely respectful tone.

"Is that you, Brother Meng Fan!"