Chapter 1282

The desert in the illusion doesn't look like a normal place. It should be a dead place. No matter whether the elders keep it or not, Wang Zheng went to find all the dead places related to the desert first, but finally got nothing, which made Wang Zheng a little crazy.

"Michelle, do you know the dead land related to the desert?"

Mi Xiu shook his body, then smiled and asked suspiciously, "I haven't heard of a death related to the desert so far. Why do you ask?"

Ten years ago, when Wang Zheng asked about the barren inscriptions, MI Xiu also showed the same expression. Mi Xiu must have reserved something about the barren inscriptions and the dead land in the desert.

"Mi Xiu, I have found a solution to the problem of blood evil." to impress Mi Xiu, we still need to solve the problem of blood evil. In the twinkling of an eye, ten years later, the reverse phagocytosis of blood evil is becoming more and more serious. Now Mi Xiu has to bear the pain of the reverse phagocytosis of the flesh one day every month, so for MI Xiu, the most important thing is to solve the problem of blood evil.

Mi Xiu looked at Wang Zheng with a wry smile and felt really uncomfortable when he was held by someone: "didn't you get all the information about the desolate inscription from the elders?"

"The information I got may not be all."

After thinking for a long time, MI Xiu said to himself, "I heard that a huge desert dead land was found on Beiyu more than 40 years ago. All the dead heroes who went were buried under the desert. I don't know if anyone dared to open up where." Mi Xiu also sighed.

Wang Zheng frowned beside him. So many dead heroes were buried in the desert. The attic always concealed the news of the death. The two are connected. I'm afraid the desert death has a lot of secrets and has something to do with the barren inscriptions.

"Beiyu, it's a little far away." Wang Zheng has seen the existing map of the frontier wasteland world. Beiyu is more than half a year away from here. However, there is no sign on the map of the desert dead land. How big Beiyu is is is not drawn on the map, but it's definitely not easy to find it. If you want to find the desert dead land, you have to find some information from other channels.

"Michelle, I heard there's a place for trading news, right?"

Where there are intelligent creatures, there will be interest transactions. Even in such a dangerous time, there will be transaction information. Although the matter of desert death is tightly blocked by 11 cabinet elders, there is no airtight wall in the world. It just depends on how much you pay. I believe that the method of condensing special talents the day after tomorrow is enough to move everyone.

Mi Xiu looked at Wang Zheng with complex eyes. After so long, he found that Wang Zheng could be so cunning: "meteor street is the territory of the black area. There is a three no matter area. Maybe he can find the answer."

"Thanks." Wang Zheng smiled and turned to go out.

"What's the solution!" Mi Xiu shouted and was trapped by Wang Zhengkeng. If there was no solution, MI Xiu would really be angry and have no psychological comfort.

"It's very simple. As long as you can control the blood evil spirit, let Xiao Luan teach you the specific method."

There are no more than two ways to resolve the blood evil. The first is to melt the blood evil. However, this blood evil is foreign. Mi Xiu was born with the blood evil. If Mi Xiu died suddenly on the spot, the second way is to master the blood evil. As long as he focuses on the anti guest and firmly holds the blood evil in his hand, he will not be eaten back.

"Xiao Luan." Lin Luan has been instructed by Wang Zheng for five years. Mi Xiu knows it, so Lin Luan is absolutely qualified to teach him.

Lin Luan smiled and said, "you've done my brother good. I'm your life-saving benefactor. I don't mean it?"

Mi Xiuqi's teeth were almost broken, and finally just a few words jumped out of his mouth: "two profiteers!"

Meteor street is mixed with three religions and nine streams. Any kind of people can see it here. When there are many people, there will be all kinds of evil thoughts. This is the place to vent their evil thoughts. Eleven cabinet elders know that blocking is better than sparing, so they specially empty this meteor street and control everything in meteor street behind their back. As long as there is no big trouble, they can mess around.

"People who are not familiar with the place do not know where to sell news."

This kind of ghost place is full of people eating people and deceiving people. It's the same as usual. Without enough benefits, Wang Zheng won't get the truth. Therefore, Wang Zheng won't foolishly ask for directions. In the end, he will only be killed as a fat sheep.

"Unfortunately, the cultivation of mind is not enough, otherwise you will know where to sell information."

Now the thoughts cultivated can only cover 50 meters around Wang Zheng. If you want to find out the whole meteor street, Wang Zheng has to find it step by step.

"Brother, I have dead puppets produced by puppet ghosts here. As long as 3000 essence yuan, why don't you think about it?"

"Handsome boy, do you want to come in and be comfortable?"

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The chaos of meteor street is far beyond Wang Zheng's imagination. As the only hotbed of evil in the whole city, it is really amazing.

Wang Zheng was walking. Suddenly, a man with a ragged hat covering his face stood in front of Wang Zheng. From his hands flowing like water waves, we can see that he was a dead hero, but we don't know why he was so down.

"Hand over all your essence, or you won't have to leave meteor street today."

Such blatant robbery can't even turn a little waves in meteor street. What people around should do and robbery are common scenery in meteor street. It's nothing to be surprised.

"I don't have any essence on me." Wang Zheng opened his mouth very honestly. He had been here for ten years. The first five years were to study special talents. The second five years were to explain to Lin Luan that his clothes, food, housing and transportation were all provided by Mi Xiu. He really didn't have any essence on him.

"Fart! It seems you're looking for death!" the robbed death hero scolded angrily. The wave palm was about to pass through Wang Zheng's body. Who knows that a white thunder came out of Wang Zheng's eyes. The death hero didn't even have a chance to scream, so he became a pool of mud.

"Why don't you believe me?" Wang Zheng smiled and bypassed the mud.

People may not care about this kind of thing at ordinary times, but it's different today. Bai Lei's talent only appeared five years ago. For anyone, Bai Lei's talent means miracles and good fortune, because the master of Bai Lei's talent has found a way to condense special talents the day after tomorrow. If he can get this method, he really won't worry about lying down and eating all his life.

When they are looking for someone, there is no trace of Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng, standing in the shadow, was relieved. He didn't want to be regarded as an exhibition. Sure enough, he still had to dress up when he went out in the future.

Looking at the people coming and going, Wang Zheng said to himself with some doubts: "why haven't you appeared? I've caused such a big noise. It's impossible that no one is looking for me."

Since we can't find those people who sell news, let them find themselves. When they expose Bai Lei, they have released the bait, but we didn't expect that there has been no fish for so long.

"Do you want to know the news of the death of the desert?" a cold voice suddenly sounded in Wang Zheng's ear, and Wang Zheng was happy and the fish took the bait!