Han Sanqian was about to rush out, but suddenly, Qin Shuang spoke out: "Sanqian."

"What's wrong with Senior Sister?" Han Sanqian said.

"I have a solution, I wonder if it is feasible?" Qin Shuang said slightly.

"Senior sister, please tell me."

"Since it's so hot here, otherwise, would you take us into the Eight Desolate Heavenly Book?" Qin Shuang asked.

As soon as these words were said, Han Sanqian felt as if he was suddenly slapped and did not slap his head: "Damn, why did I forget this?"

Thinking of this, Han Sanqian quickly moved his hand, and the next second, his hand moved and a aperture suddenly turned into a flash of halo.

"Sanqian, leave this to you." Fuli walked up and handed the jade Bingzhu to Han Sanqian's hands.

Shortly after coming out of the village, Han Sanqian handed Yu Bingzhu to Fuli and asked her to place her next to Fumang's body. It was precisely because of the protection of Yu Bingzhu that even in such a hot season, Fumang's body did not change at all.

Han Sanqian nodded, put the jade ice bead on his body, and then he used his power to instantly enter the Eight Desolate Heavenly Book.

At this time, Han Sanqian no longer cared about so many things. The Taixu Divine Step suddenly moved, and then he suddenly chased the pangolin.

One of them was drilling underground like a ground, and the other was like a meteor in the sky. They rushed to the northern entrance of the desert with extremely fast speeds.

About ten minutes later, the two stopped in the air and underground respectively.

In the huge desert land, a row of deep traces can be seen faintly, from afar to the darkness ahead.

The traces are about two meters wide and spread forward at the same distance. On each trace, it seems to be composed of many footprints.

"What happened here?" Han Sanqian frowned?!

It's weird.

It’s not like a rut, but it’s not like a footprint of an animal.

Judging from the expression on the abrupt pangolin's head on the ground, he obviously didn't know the answer.

“What is ahead?”

Suddenly, Han Sanqian suddenly looked up, but he still saw a faint light flashing in the end of the darkness ahead.

The two of them looked at each other almost at the same time, and the next second, they rushed over quickly.

As the two of them got closer, the light in the dark became larger and more intense.

It can only be described as prosperous lights, like a giant boat in the sea, slowly moving forward in the sand. On the boat, lanterns hanging on colors are gorgeous and dazzling, and the sound of singing and dancing sounds alone in the quiet night, just like the sound of nature.

Accompanied by the singing and dancing are bursts of laughter and joy.

Even Han Sanqian looked at the scene of these people. Considering the heat of the desert deep in his current depths, Han Sanqian really suddenly remembered the poem by an ancient boss on earth: The business woman did not know the hatred of the country, and she still sang the back garden flower across the river.

At this moment, this scene and this color simply perfectly expresses Han Sanqian's mood.

"Fuck, we are as tired as dead dogs, but these people are very happy here." The pangolin also looked angry and said depressedly.

"Singing and dancing, they don't seem to feel the heat here?" Han Sanqian said with a slightly frown.

"I have thick skin and thick flesh, and I am also a terribly spirit. I have already caused pain now. They are even more capable than me!" The pangolin nodded, very depressed.

"How did they do it?" Han Sanqian frowned slightly. Yes, even a turtle spirit like the Tu Lingzhu can actually feel the heat and stuffiness in such a place. How did these people do it?!

Look at the dancing singers, dressed brightly, as if they were in a normal environment.

"Go up and take a look?" Pangolin said.

Han Sanqian nodded. The next second, his body's energy was vigorous, and his whole body turned into a ray of light and shadow, hiding in the darkness, and quickly rushing towards the "flower boat" in the distance.
Chapter completed!