The color of the world is presented by eyes, not the world itself is this color.
The earth was burned and whipped by the three stars, and the silver sand was flying, making this already seemingly cold world feel a little more bleak.
In front of you is the endless silver desert.
The sky is endless and the sea of sand is endless.
Even with three stars that scorch it day and night, it is still cold and cold.
The air that is thin and highly toxic to humans contains the most cold air that can freeze a normal person in an instant.
The strange clouds entrenched in the distance are pressing on the storm, suppressing the rolling silver sand, making the whole picture, in the astonishing majesty, also have a feeling that seems to be squeezing the heart. Depressed.
This seems to be a world that has fallen into complete silence, and any life seems to have become extinct.
It does not belong to humans.
But there are always some beings who will choose this place and regard it as their homeland.
Xiao Ting walked alone in this difficult and embarrassing 'picture', and his physical fatigue was not worth mentioning.
What's weird is that the environment here is really unfriendly to him, an incompletely transformed 'weird spirit'!
The human appearance and some physical characteristics that were still retained seemed to become a burden and drag in such an environment.
As a native of the human race, Xiao Ting now represents the ghosts in the competition.
The mission of his trip is to find the 'Serota Tribe' living on this planet and form an alliance with the Serota Tribe on behalf of the human race.
This may seem strange to say.
However, there is of course a strange conspiracy behind this.
Sometimes, compared to more direct confrontation, the 'betrayal' after mutual trust is more disgusting and hateful.
The conflict between ghosts and humans has been going on for a long time.
The key is that the human race has mastered the method of fighting against and weakening the ghosts.
This really made the ghost feel like a thorn in his back.
When the human race built a bridgehead in the starry sky, they had to deal with the strange spirits again.
Most of the ghosts suffer.
Now that the real competition has begun, the first priority of the ghosts is to target and eradicate the human race.
Borrowing the sword of the "Zerota people" to carry out all-round "sanctions" on the human race, this is the evil plan of the evil spirit.
The executor of this specific implementation is Xiao Ting.
Of course, how Xiao Ting actually implements it is another matter.
Whether it is turning this alliance into reality, or clarifying the conspiracy of the ghosts, and letting the ghosts offend two major tribes among the ten thousand tribes at the same time, this is both dangerous and full of challenges for Xiao Ting.
The feet stepped on cold and hot silver sand.
The huge gravity of this planet made Xiao Ting feel a little unbearable.
At the core of the body, the extremely hidden 'Qi', taught by Cao Zhe himself, is helping Xiao Ting to fight against this natural threat from the planet.
One foot stepped in the air, and a strange hollow depression suddenly appeared on the ground like rippling water waves.
The silver quicksand collapsed inward, like the huge mouth of a terrifying monster, trying to bite off Xiao Ting's long legs.
Xiao Ting immediately shook the Qi in his body, shrank his body, and turned into a round flesh ball, rolling and ejecting into the distance, awkwardly avoiding this sudden danger.
It was very difficult to roll on the sand dunes.
Xiao Ting took off the mask made of Xingxing leather on his face and blew out a long breath of cold mist.
The cold and hot air instantly blurred Xiao Ting's face.
Ice crystals fell from his face, but melted quickly in the air.
Under the alternation of hot and cold, even Xiao Ting's face was a little bit unbearable.
This is the planet where the Serota people live, cruel and intense.
The Serota people born in such a living environment are born with the ability to resist various natural risks and are extremely warlike.
Of course, there are not no races in the universe that can survive in harsher environments... there are even a lot of them.
But the difficult environments they face are often relatively simple.
The complex state and confrontation presented are not strong.
What stands out is the innate adaptability to a certain aspect.
Just like the sea, for fish in the sea, is a place of survival, but for land creatures, it is a dangerous place of death.
"I don't know if he is looking at me."
"If he sees my hint, I hope he can respond." The thought hidden in the deepest part of Xiao Ting's mind flashed away.
The surface psychological state presented is vicious and twisted.
"Humans, wait! The Serota people will become your nightmare and destroy you all."
Completely different ideas, but presented from different levels, made Xiao Ting's mental state weird and fragmented.
He did not show any obvious madness, which was entirely due to his own strong willpower and the psychic armor that Cao Zhe once put on him.
The strong wind blowing from nowhere in the distance, which seemed to never stop, finally showed a slight tendency to weaken.
Xiao Ting used the simple equipment to identify the direction, and then continued the long journey.
In the picture, he is alone and lonely.
In this silver desert, a long string of footprints was left.
Then the footprints were quickly swallowed up by the sea of sand, erasing the traces he left behind.
The three stars gradually became hazy.
It was as if they suddenly became shy.
As if wrapped in a layer of gauze, the light is not so obvious.
As the star's 'smiling face' was covered, the temperature in the silver sand sea began to drop sharply.
This kind of steep drop is a drop of hundreds of degrees in one moment.
In just a few breaths, it dropped by thousands of degrees.
The ultra-low temperature of minus one to two thousand degrees almost condenses everything in sight.
But this is a desert.
Nothing visible to the naked eye contains water.
The wind has turned into an ice blade, which can cause substantial damage to life.
Xiao Ting must be faster.
If he cannot find the Serota tribe before the environment becomes even more embarrassing, he will really face certain dangers brought about by the environment.
Being able to travel through the void of the universe is not a survivability, but a racial talent... a talent given by ghosts.
This talent is not suitable for the current situation.
Unless Xiao Ting is like a real ghost and completely abandons his human body.
The cold has enveloped everything.
The cutting wind crisscrossed the silver sand with deep scratches.
The three stars were completely hazy.
They feebly coated the place with a strange brilliance, seeming to be comforting themselves in a panic and making their last struggle.
Xiao Ting's steps were faster.
He even used some manipulation techniques.
Although this will cause more dark aura to enter his body and harm his health.
But it can effectively increase the speed.
Xiao Ting's speed was getting faster and faster, and behind him, a strange storm was brewing, like a terrifying giant beast, chasing his footsteps.
Boom, boom, boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
The dull and enthusiastic sound of drums vibrated from a distance, seeming to be the only remaining guide in the sweeping sandstorm.
Xiao Ting paused for a moment, listened carefully and began to discern the direction.
Then he ran wildly in the direction from which the drum sound came.
Wow!
Pieces of icicles suddenly rose from under the silver sand sea, and then pierced the sky.
They were torn apart by the violent sandstorm.
The sharp ice fragments were involved in the tornadoes coming from all directions, making the rolling sandstorm even more lethal.
They are completely formed.
Like an angry dragon, like a giant beast, like an angry world, it is conducting ruthless and indifferent judgments on small creatures.
