Walk slowly in the yellow sand, without any margins or goals, and gradually there is no difference between heaven and earth.

While walking aimlessly, I unconsciously felt a little desperate. This emotion was not mixed deep and could not make him truly desperate. At some point, the light in the sky became stronger, as if the sun was rising, but I just cut it out and looked out the window. It was already sunset.

Time error? I was afraid that the wind and sand would cover up the walking footprints, so I just stayed for half a minute and then cut it back. A few squatters came from the living room. Maybe it was a meal, but I didn't feel much hungry yet, so I decided to go back and continue looking for it.

Looking for the holy pool where you don't know where.

My lips were chapped and my throat was itchy. I took out a bottle of magic spring water and tilted it down, stopping my thirst, but I couldn't stop the heat in my heart.

The yellow sand gradually became less, and he could see the burning sun hanging in the sky. The sweat invaded, and the chicken silk robe on his body had no image at all. In such a sweaty situation, if it weren't for the sudden attack, he wanted to take off all his armor.

The sand you step on can cover your heels, and the footprints can be retained for longer, so he can also have more time to go outside and drive away.

In the Yufeng City Church, the door of the Holy Light Master's room has been closed for a day, and it seems that there is still a tendency to continue to pour. Although I am sorry that I cannot see the beauty's teacher's face, the efficiency of the interaction between the two priestesses has improved a lot.

Several more intern priests walked out of the room with plates. Shortly after lunch, the dinner was already on hand. This was somewhat suspicious of public food and drink, but they had faith in the goddess. If they were to eat and drink on public funds, they would be condemned and punished by the goddess.

"Please stop this assessment." Amy's pretty face was tense, and her voice was a little cold. If Bishop Randy had not sat in the middle, she would have beaten the goddess next to her.

Bishop Randy also cooperated and pondered: "Yat, this is indeed a bit too forced for a young man."

"Battle?" asked the special envoy from the City of Holy Light, but the old face said a little satisfaction, as if he was a little satisfied with the progress of his work. "At this time, it was far from reaching his limit. Under the Holy Maiden, Bishop Randy, please rest assured that the assessment and trial will not harm him at all."

"He doesn't need any assessment!" Amy snorted coldly, got up and walked towards her room. Before entering the door, she turned her head and looked at the scene that had been appearing in front of the wooden table. Her figure was already a little staggering, and her eyes were wrinkled tightly.

When Amy entered the house, the two old men looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.

"Yat, please tell me the truth." Randy asked in a low voice, "How much chance is he can pass the assessment." "This kind of assessment is the most difficult assessment in the Holy See." The old man Yat and Randy were already familiar with each other in the afternoon, "It is also the assessment content selected by Pope Nishi."

"Why?" "Because, the Apocalypse."

He was so hungry that he cut out the game when he left the temporary mode. Fortunately, the Hu brothers showed mercy and left him with food for the evening. After eating and drinking, a comrade turned around and returned to the room and continued to travel.

The body's energy was replenished and his spirit was full again, which made the two old men who had been observing a little strange.

This is the generation gap and essential difference between players and NPCs.

Although this kind of walking does not consume much mental energy, it is also a kind of inner torture over time. This torture can be relieved by the behavior of absent, so the frequency of Wang Xiaofeng stopping continues to increase.

I don’t know how long I will have to walk here. Is this assessment a test of people’s endurance? The system cannot be so deceiving, challenging the players’ mental ability. This can easily cause players’ mental weakness and they have to bear legal responsibilities.

Neurological failure is small, but being trapped here is not delaying yourself from upgrading and making money by using equipment! If this assessment does not receive the corresponding reward, Wang Xiaofeng vows to resign and return to the incense and not to interfere with these charlatans.

He put away the magic study notes, increasing agility and strength, and at least it can be easier to walk.

As midnight is approaching, the sun in the sky is getting more and more vicious. I take out the turban equipment that I haven't had time to put in the warehouse, and use sweat to consume the durability of the equipment. There are still a few turbans produced in the forest, so it's enough to wipe sweat.

Driven by the heat, he gradually didn't care whether there would suddenly appear any desert monsters. The fire in the air moved the heat in his heart. Fortunately, a comrade was considering his glorious image and did not droop his tongue for heat dissipation.

If this continues, what should I do if I go to bed at night? Do I have to sleep for another twenty-four hours? Playing a game, does it mean that I will make myself desperate every time?

After so many stories and experiencing the satisfaction and noise of glory and fame, he is now easily satisfied. He hopes for a happy life, a beautiful wife, a stable job, and the safety and health of his parents and sisters.

After seeing through life, you will lose the blood and passion of youth, and there will be more vicissitudes and feelings.

But he didn't realize that the poisonous thief of the past was actually still alive in his heart. Even if he was wounded, he could not erase the pride of the first poisonous thief. Otherwise, why should he stick to the top rank list, why should he let go of the hidden names on the third list, and why should he refuse the invitation to the top thirty of the celebrity list of the voyeurism?

What he needs is not the glory of the top thirty, but the throne of light on the mountains where stars shine.

But all of these were covered by his shadow, which made him escape and a little difficult to let go. It is said that the times create heroes, but now only by rushing the ducks to put them on the shelves can the numb heart shine again.

Whether the mind is shining brightly may not know if outsiders do not have a mind reading technique; but at this moment, the light in his eyes is extremely bright and difficult to hide.

The yellow sand gradually became smaller, and a little green appeared in the distance. I couldn't help but feel shocked. The pace under my feet accelerated and I almost rushed over with a "struggle".

A coconut tree, a small stone house.

Coconut trees? Damn this is the desert... Is this a desert? Wang Xiaofeng looked around and saw the flat terrain without the iconic sand dunes. It should be considered a desert similar to the Gobi Desert. A row of footprints were different on the way to come, and gradually eroded by wind and sand.

The stone house has a low entrance and a dry well inside, which should be the rest point for the camel caravans. It was just abandoned for a long time and the dry well has been covered with yellow sand.

This should be a rest place specially reserved by the system for players. After all, this is not a hero trial, it is just a priest assessment. Remember the direction and angle you come from, lie down and rest, and leave the offline temporarily. The system automatically poses a meditation posture.

"Enterprise, go and have a rest." Bishop Randy suggested that Wang Xiaofeng walked for more than ten hours in the trial land of yellow sand, and they waited here for twelve hours. It seemed that this time would continue, but I don't know what the form of this trial was.

What can people test if they keep moving in this monotonous environment? Do they believe in the goddess or their own willpower? Bishop Randy couldn't help but frown, but he was just a local bishop; more content in the Holy See can only be further contacted after arriving at the Archbishop.

"I'm going to stay here," Old Man Att shook his head, took out an hourglass in his sleeve, and placed it flat on the wooden table where the midnight snack had been removed. "The result of the trial may appear at any time, this is my mission this time."

"I'm sorry," Bishop Randy asked in a low voice, "What is the meaning of this assessment? If it tests his piety to faith and his pursuit of light, we should have a better assessment method."

"It's not like that," Yat looked at the floating projection in front of him. Wang Xiaofeng had closed his eyes and pondered quietly in the corner of the stone house. "Will is the body of the soul. Only by breaking this shell can we see clearly whether his mind is thorough."

Break the shell?

Bishop Randy murmured a few times, but understood the content of the trial, and a wry smile appeared on his old face.

In the woods outside Yufeng City, the door of the copy of [Demon Pioneer].

There are still hundreds of players here, most of them are a group of players who entered the game later. After all, many people in reality are not allowed to play just by wanting to play games.
Chapter completed!