As Vakunev left, the Black Flag Company's raid on Ji Haotian completely failed. Ji Haotian also set up a barrier around him because of the previous injury to deal with the lion, and began to regulate his breathing and nourish the damaged meridians.

It has to be admitted that the orcs who are fighting for life are still very powerful. They can force Ji Haotian to relapse into his old disease, and the lion is considered dead.

Moreover, the Black Flag Company is just a force in the Syrian desert. At this moment, I don’t know how many mysterious forces are dormant in this desert because of the Spring of Life. Therefore, Ji Haotian must adjust his condition to deal with the dangers that may occur at any time.

Although Wen Keren had a conflict with several mercenary captains of the Heiqi Company, he had no idea how far the front line had been pulled, Ji Haotian was not worried about Wen Keren. With her ability, it was only a matter of time to solve those mercenary captains.

As Ji Haotian entered into meditation, six or seven hours passed. As the sun shifted to the west, the hot desert also became cooler.

When the sun completely sank into the horizon, Wen Keren, who had experienced a hard battle, finally returned to the camp and began to protect Ji Haotian.

It was not until the stars appeared in the sky that Ji Haotian took off the barrier. Although the hidden injuries still showed no sign of improvement, at least the damage caused by the lion had been recovered.

"Small seat, drink some water!"

When Wen Keren saw that Ji Haotian woke up, he handed over a cup folded from palm leaves.

After a previous fierce battle, their vehicles and supplies have also been completely destroyed. Although cultivators can maintain internal energy to a state of never sleeping, not eating or drinking, but having food and water sources and being able to rest normally, a reasonable life like a normal person can also keep the cultivator's body in the best state.

"good!"

Ji Haotian took the cup and tasted the slightly bitter spring water unique to the desert.

"Second, it's already night now. Do we need to continue walking?"

When Wen Keren came back, he saw Ji Haotian resting and resting. Although he had not witnessed the final battle between him and the lion, he could also think of how tragic the battle would be that would make Ji Haotian's old injury relapse.

"It's okay, the eyes staring at the Fountain of Life at this moment are not just you and me. There are many masters coming in the desert of Syria. I believe there will be people who can understand the star map. Once someone takes the lead, all our efforts will be wasted."

As Ji Haotian spoke, his palm waved his hand on the ground, and a pattern of the Bagua Qimen appeared on the sand surface. As the starlight in the sky reflected, the pattern of the Qimen on the ground also began to become colorful, and it began to rotate slowly like light and shadow.

"The moon is bad, the east is not hurt, so I close my eyes."

Ji Haotian stared at the Bagua pattern on the ground, and continuously typed the divination master's hand techniques with his fingers. As the palm of his palm sinks again, the Bagua pattern on the ground disappears and turns into flat yellow sand again.

When Wen Keren saw Ji Haotian put away the astrological plate painted on the ground, he also cast an inquiring look at him.

"Tonight is the night of the moon's evil. The wounded gate in the east is closed, so even if the Bulaoquan is really located in the east, we can't find any news. The only directions that can be moved are the Southwest Death Gate and the West Jingmen."

Ji Haotian knew that Wen Keren did not understand astrology, so he explained to her.

"Stander, then in what direction should we go now?"

Wen Keren immediately understood and asked Ji Haotian.

"First go to the direction corresponding to the North Dipper in the West. If the West is fruitless, turn to the southwest."

Ji Haotian is in the desert at this moment. Although he can divine the rough Feng Shui through astrological signs, he cannot calculate the location of the Spring of Life, so he can only search carefully.

After making the decision to go to the West, Ji Haotian and Wen Keren, who had lost their means of transportation, flashed and turned into two afterimages, rushing towards the West.

...

At the same time, near a huge sand dune in the west of the Syrian desert, lights came, and there was a faint sound of mechanical roar.

After passing through the sand dunes, there was a large camp. On the huge open area, there were at least dozens of tents neatly arranged. On the periphery of these tents, there were countless soldiers carrying live ammunition, leading military power, carrying bullet-loaded guns and patrolling, showing their murderous aura.

At the innermost location of the camp, four construction vehicles and two excavators, had already gathered in front of the huge sand dune with roar. Countless searchlights lit up, illuminating the open ground in front of the sand dune as bright as day.

At this time, a group of people were gathering in front of the sand dunes and talking constantly.

The leader is Mielson of the Rothschild family. As the news reported, one of the legs that Mielson, who was once deposed by Wen Keren, has been completely restored, and he looks particularly energetic.

There were many guards standing beside Mielson, and the clothes of these guards also looked quite strange. They were all tall and big white people, but they were not wearing modern clothes, but the iron armor of the medieval European medieval Europeans, and behind them were carrying medieval crossbows, giant swords, giant hammers and shields.

If a modern person stands here to watch, he will definitely think that these people are filming the sequel to "Game of Thrones" or have some film and television themes about European Knights.

However, if anyone from the martial arts world is present and seeing these weird weapons and the red cross sign on the shield, they will definitely recognize their identities.

These are all from the Western Holy See.

The Holy See is not an official institution, but a Western cultivator organization that has been passed down for thousands of years. It has a large number of people and its strength is terrifying.

Not only are there countless powerful cultivators as combat power, but there are also many believers among the people, so whether it is financial resources or houses, in the Western cultivator world, they are definitely an extremely terrifying behemoth.

With all the machinery in place, Myerson also looked at a figure beside him wearing a black robe and a crystal ball in his hand: "Mr. Brian, can you really be sure that we can gain something by digging this dune?"

"Yes, according to the guidance of the astrological signs, there is indeed something strange about this dune."

The figure wearing a black burqa nodded, lifted the hood on his head, and what was revealed was an old cheek with haggard skin like a tree bark and blinded one eye.

This old man is Brian Rand, who is known as the legendary fortune teller in the Western world.

Brian looked at the crystal ball in his hand with the only one eye: "The result of divination has come out: In the west of endless yellow sand, when Ursa Major is brightest, the bear head corresponds to the mystery under the dunes, and is also ready to move. Once the earth is dug out, something incredible will happen!"

"The incredible thing is besides the Fountain of Life! I really can't think of anything else. It seems that it must be here!"
Chapter completed!