Falling snow and red plum blossoms

There was a glimmer of light in the boundless sky, and the scorching sun poured down through the cracks in the clouds. It was a beautiful painting of the desert.

After a night of darkness, Li Tian couldn't help but use his hands to block the dazzling light.

The smell of the death desert was not pleasant, but the air after the storm was much fresher. At least it was not as hard to swallow as when sand entered the throat.

Deep and shallow footprints were left in the barren desert. When the wind blew, not a trace was left.

The group of them headed in the direction of the wushen Snow Mountain. The journey was really boring, so they chatted from time to time to pass the time.

Fatty and his men walked in front, looking very energetic.

The caravan was very familiar with the roads of the wushen Snow Mountain, so they led the way.

Xuan Yu carried Ling Xing 'er and fell behind, and the old monk followed closely behind.