Xu Qing murmured in his heart, his eyes were deep, and the white wind outside the window made him feel uneasy.
Any changes between heaven and earth are either related to rules and laws, or are interfered by forces beyond imagination, such as the eruption of the sea of fire in the sky, or the wind in the green sand desert at this moment.
"Is there any connection between the two?"
After all, Xu Qing knew too little about the Moon Sacrifice Domain, and there were too many unexplainable things in this world. In silence at this moment, Xu Qing raised his hand, stretched out the window, caught a grain of white sand in the wind, and held it in front of him.
The sand was pure white, as if it had life. It struggled in Xu Qing's hands, but after finding that it couldn't break free, it actually burrowed into Xu Qing's flesh and blood.
Xu Qing's right hand flashed with golden light, stopping the sand from getting in, and he observed carefully.
After a while, Xu Qing saw some clues. The white gravel... was more like an insect egg.
"Could it be that the color of the green wind changed because an unknown existence spread its own eggs, causing them to sweep across the entire desert and absorb nutrients?"
Xu Qing looked thoughtful, but this was just his judgment without any supporting evidence.
As for whether the gravel is insect eggs, it is only Xu Qing's senses and there is no evidence. After all, there are many strange things in the world, so many times the senses cannot be fully convinced.
Ling'er raised her head at this moment and looked to the outside world in awe. She also felt the ominous meaning of the white windy sand in Yun Zhong.
Seeing Xu Qing's expression, Parrot felt a little guilty and blinked.
Blinking, he didn't tell him about his poop.
After a while, Xu Qing retracted his gaze from the gravel and landed on the parrot.
The parrot's body was shaking and he quickly stood up straight.
"Can you move people with you?"
Xu Qing spoke calmly.
"I can
!”
The parrot spoke loudly, but secretly said in his heart that I can, yes, but it depends on my mood.
"Where is the captain?" Xu Qing continued to ask.
"In the west of this area, near the bank of the Siyin River." The parrot responded quickly.
Xu Qing stopped asking. Although he didn't quite understand how the captain planned to light the fire when he asked the parrot to call him over, since it was related to the sun, he should need his own power of the Golden Crow.
It's okay to go there, but the shadow hasn't come back yet.
Because of Xu Qing's research on the curse, Shadow often went out to hunt for him. Sometimes he would come back in two days, and sometimes it would take five or six days.
Xu Qing raised his head and looked at the hazy white space between the sky and the earth in the distance. He called for the shadow in his heart, but there was no response. The wind and sand isolated everything.
Xu Qing could only rely on the secret connection to sense the shadow in a far away place.
And it didn't move much.
And parrots can return before the wind blows. Logically speaking, it is impossible for the shadow to be indifferent to the white wind.
"Brother Xu Qing, where is Xiaoying..."
Lingji looked at Xu Qing, feeling a little worried.
There should be something wrong, let's go take a look.
Xu Qing spoke calmly, looked back at the small pharmacy, sorted out the items, opened the door of the pharmacy, and locked the door when he walked out. After thinking about it, he found a sign and wrote that the store was closed.
It took several months to hang up.
Then he left.
The parrot and the ancestor of the Vajra Sect had already flown out, one accompanying them and the other carefully landing on Xu Qing's shoulder.
Ignoring them, Xu Qing walked in Tucheng.
There were very few pedestrians on the streets, and there were some vague figures kneeling down to the heaven and earth, murmuring coming from their mouths.
The surrounding white wind and sand swept from the sky and whizzed past every residence in the city. Most of the doors of every house were closed.
The residents inside and the monks from the surrounding small forces will not go out when the white sand blows in unless they have to.
Only those who are deformed will walk in the wind at this time and bow to the white sky and earth.
Bai Mu wakes up and enjoys the Yanjiang River.
The Son of God came to the world to save the suffering.
Everyone is confused, but their hearts are not confused.
I would like to become the earth and nourish the sky.
The murmur came from the mouths of the deformed people who knelt down to Bai Feng, with persistence and piety. Even more so during the kowtow, they untied their large and covering robes, revealing their extremely exaggerated and ugly bodies.
Their bodies were shocking, as if they had grown disorderly, with large amounts of flesh hanging down, and some even had limbs and faces growing on their bellies.
And those strips of meat lifted up on their own at this moment, swaying in all directions.
At this scene, the parrot took a breath and opened its eyes wide.
Xu Qing glanced over, his expression as usual. He had already noticed it when he came here before, and now there are not many surprises.
Get away from these groveling and murmuring freaks.
Step by step, we walked out of Tucheng and walked to the edge of the cliff.
Looking from here, the sky and the earth are covered in white. The whining wind is raging and swirling. The whole world seems to have become a white ocean. Countless gravels are moving with the wind inside, blowing on Xu Qing's body and falling into his clothes.
Drill into his flesh and blood.
But in the next moment, Xu Qing's body flashed with golden light, and all the gravel fell down.
Feeling the direction of the shadow, Xu Qing tightened his collar and swayed forward, his whole body
Transformed into Dao Changhong, he left the Kusheng Mountains and stepped into the desert.
The robes were flying, and the wind and sand submerged them.
In the desert, Xu Qing was galloping forward, and in this windy sand, the amount of gravel was endless, covering him from all directions, and there was a vague feeling of greed, growing out of everything.
There is even more vitality that permeates the heaven and earth, causing the bodies of all living beings here to grow uncontrollably under this attack.
And those gravels want to get in all the time, want to be parasitic in the flesh and blood.
The white wind carries catalytic power.
If the gravel is really an insect egg, it can also explain the catalytic effect, which is to catalyze all living things to become parasitic and nourishing things for the insect eggs.
The vast majority of those who are catalyzed will eventually be sucked dry and die.
Only a few can escape after finding shelter in the mountains, so there are those deformed people in various earth cities in the Kusheng Mountains.
However, their bodies are irreversible and coexist with the insect eggs parasitic in their bodies. Those strips of meat should be formed from the insect eggs.
…
Walking in the windy sand, Xu Qing silently sensed it, and at the same time he understood clearly in his heart, he also released his drug-forbidden power and spread it outside his body, forming the only black color in this white windy sand.
All the gravel will make a sizzling sound the moment it touches this black mist, and then it will be exaggerated and fall to the ground like death.
But there were too many gravels, and Xu Qing knew that he had some ways to fight against it, but he couldn't stay on this white desert for too long, so he went faster.
In this way, time slowly passed by, and three hours passed. In the white desert, there were not many monks visible. It seemed that Xu Qing was the only one walking in the desert at this moment, and the ground was not the same as what Xu Qing had once seen.
It looks different.
There used to be very little vegetation in the green sand desert, but now in this white sandstorm, white grass grows on the ground. The grass grows rapidly. At first, it was only as long as a finger, but soon it reached the height of half a person.
The boundless white grass swayed in the wind, and Xu Qing had never seen this scene of storm and grassland coexisting in other places.
Until the white grass bloomed with white cotton-like flowers, like dandelions, blown by the wind, and pieces of white feathers fluttered across the sky and the earth.
The color of the wind is therefore whiter.
The greed in the gravel is getting stronger and stronger. The sky is full of white wind, white sand, and white hair. What is also strong is the catalyst in the desert. In this wind, Xu Qing can feel every inch of flesh and blood in his body.
The mutation is normal and there are signs of spontaneous movement.
It seems to separate from the body and continue to grow until it collapses.
This kind of malice coming from all directions made Xu Qing frown. He paused for a moment, and the drug-forbidden power in his body suddenly dispersed and spread outward.
- three feet, three feet... In the blink of an eye, Xu Qing expanded his poison to ten feet, forming a black storm, and then continued to gallop according to the feeling in his heart.
He had already sensed the direction of the shadow, and the distance between them was getting closer. The shadow's side was obviously aware of Xu Qing, so it intermittently sent out expressions of grievance and help.
Xu Qing's eyes were cold. His previous judgment was correct, something had indeed happened to the shadow, so his body shook and he sped away.
The shadow at this moment was wailing in pain in the white wind and sand some distance away from Xu Qing.
Normally, its sound cannot be heard by living beings, but that is not the case now.
It's confined to the ground!
-A bronze dagger stained with golden blood was nailed to the white grass. No matter how hard it struggled, it was of no use and could not break free at all.
And with every struggle, the dagger will emit golden light, forming a falling force that will continuously suppress it. With every suppression, the shadow will be hit hard again and again.
The black curtain it has transformed into is even more covered with dense dandelions. They are worms inside, and their roots penetrate deep into the body of the shadow, constantly devouring its vitality, and then forcibly assimilate it.
This is why the shadow wails in pain.
At the same time, there were more than ten figures beside the shadow.
They were wearing white robes, standing in the wind and sand, and their specific faces could not be seen. The robes blocked everything and isolated the surrounding wind and sand.
Only white eyes were exposed, looking coldly into the distance.
"Your master, hasn't he come yet?" The cultivator at the front of the crowd glanced at the struggling shadows on the ground. After speaking indifferently, he raised his hand to make a seal and pointed towards the dagger.
Immediately, the dagger nailed to Shadow's body flickered with light and sank an inch further. The dagger penetrated deeper and emitted more golden light. Shadow's screams also became more shrill and painful.
The sound is not nice enough.
Listening to the shadow's cry, the man in white robe remained indifferent and spoke calmly.
Then he raised his hand and was about to continue suppressing it, but at this moment, he seemed to notice something and raised his head and stared at the horizon. More than a dozen companions beside him also noticed it one after another and looked coldly into the distance.
The shadow was also excited and shouted for help.
In the distant world, a black storm suddenly appeared.
It is like the source of pollution, whether it is dandelions or gravel, it will change color instantly after getting close to the storm.
The white dandelions turned black, and so did the gravel. They surrounded the storm and became part of the black storm.
Wherever the storm passed, the white grass suddenly turned black and then withered.
-Coming along the road, like the messenger of death, descending into the world.
When those people in white robes saw this scene, their hearts were shocked.
They were waiting for the master of the shadow. They were originally full of confidence, but now the blackness they saw reminded them instinctively of the legend of the Green Sand Desert.
Everyone's minds suddenly became alert. Even the leading white-robed monk's breath was stagnant, his eyes were serious, staring at the rapidly approaching black storm and the figure of the model lake revealed step by step inside, and shouted: "Come on.
Stop!”.
The storm did not stop, and the figure inside was still approaching with a terrifying aura.
There is also a sound of indifference that does not contain any emotion, like an icy cold wind blowing through the world.