The eye of the wind finally melted into a wisp of strong breath, flowing into the Demonic Life Tree in Gordon's heart.
A green-yellow root slowly grew out, and then, the bare trunk of the Demonic Life Tree shone with light, and a small protrusion drilled out of the trunk, then bloomed, revealing a delicate branch.
The color of the branches changes from light to dark, and they grow vigorously. New buds grow out one after another, and the new buds grow into dense leaves, covering the branches. After a while, a few flower buds burst out among the lush branches and leaves, blooming slowly, and finally, the branches bear fruit.
A green-yellow fruit, plump and bright, is crumbling, making the entire Demon Life Tree full of vitality and radiance.
As expected, this fruit will ripen and fall off, transforming into the purest alien source power, which will increase Gordon's speed. Usually, only practitioners with silver-level martial arts have the opportunity to cultivate and cultivate with the nourishment of the source power.
The fruit of the Demonic Tree of Life.
Suddenly, Gordon's Breathing Technique rolled like a boil!
A strange change occurred!
The fruit on the Devil's Life Tree suddenly cracked a thin crack!
Catering to the ups and downs of Xiwei Shu's breathing, tiny and difficult-to-discern pores emerged from the cracks, and driven by Xiwei Shu, they penetrated into the pores of the skin one after another.
These wind holes and pores penetrate each other, blend with each other, and undergo profound and bizarre transformations. The fruits on the Demon Life Tree began to fade and wrinkle, and together with the branches, flowers and leaves, they gradually shrank, apparently being extracted by the micro-breathing technique.
Gordon was surprised to find that a pore that had just completed its transformation had turned into a vent, allowing breathing like a mouth and nose!
At the current rate, it will take approximately one year for the fruit of the Demonic Life Tree to be completely sucked dry by the Breathing Technique. By then, all the pores on the body will have transformed into wind pores.
This transformation was something Gordon had never heard of.
But this transformation made his pores unblocked, his breathing volume expanded, and his whole body seemed to have surging waves.
He even had the mysterious feeling that the entire desert was rising and falling with his breathing.
As the wind holes were formed one after another, Gordon instinctively became familiar with the wind's habits. Facing the sandstorm, Gordon would turn sideways and lean back, constantly adjusting the posture of his upper body according to the force of the wind. Often just changing a slight angle would make the difference.
It can remove most of the wind force.
Despite this, he was still shaken by the strong wind.
Fortunately, the sandstorm did not last long. After more than ten minutes, the wind and sand gradually weakened and the scenery was vaguely discernible.
"Okay, Artest, let go." Gordon's voice was hoarse, his throat was filled with sand, and his whole body was covered in a thick layer of powder. The sand and dust would fall down with a slight movement.
Artest didn't respond. Gordon turned his head to look and realized that he was unconscious.
Gordon was stunned for a moment, then struggled to pry open the opponent's fingers. The knuckles of those hands were protruding, rough and strong, and the grip was so tight that his fingers were almost broken.
Gordon stepped out of the sand and jumped three feet away in one step. Immediately, his calf tendons throbbed. He immediately understood that the increase in breathing made his body lighter, and his speed naturally increased, almost a mile faster than before.
times. However, his weak body could not bear this speed, resulting in muscle contusion.
From this point of view, it is a good thing that the fruit failed to transform into alien power, otherwise his body would not be able to adapt to the lightning speed. As it is now, the wind holes will transform little by little, and the speed will increase step by step, and he will also
It can slowly increase the endurance of muscles.
Gordon helped Artest untie the rope and gave Artest a few heavy pats on his back.
"Sneeze!" Artest spit out the sand in his mouth and nose, choked and woke up. He rubbed his eyes and asked drowsily: "Brother, are we alive?"
Gordon stared at the purple and swollen bruises on his fingers, was silent for a while, and then asked: "Do you feel alive?"
At this time, three large sand balls suddenly rolled from the distance. They bumped a few times and hit Artest with a "bang" and stopped rolling.
Both sides shouted in unison, and Artest cried out in pain: "Now I feel like I'm alive!"
"We survived!" A big sand ball laughed loudly, shaking off the dust on his head, revealing bright red hair as bright as fire.
"You bastard, untie that shit's trousers first!" shouted another big sand ball, using his movable right hand to untie the cloth strips on his wrists. The three of them tied one wrist to each other with their trousers, like
Conjoined twins.
Gordon slowly backed away and observed each other quietly: a complacent red-haired boy, a cursing boy with freckles, and a shy girl with braids.
"I told you before, I am the destined protagonist of the epic, how could I die? Do you know what a protagonist is? I'll marry the beauties, I'll get the adventures, and I'll fight the villains..." the red-haired boy chanted in a mellow tone, with a lively expression.
Flying, saliva flew everywhere. Only then did he catch a glimpse of Gordon and Artest, he was stunned for a moment, and rushed forward excitedly, "Oh my God, there are two surviving friends here! Hello, I am Saffron, the former wanderer
Artist apprentice, future legendary hero. Give me a hug, let us celebrate surviving the catastrophe and change ourselves and the world from now on!"
"My name is Artest, a barbarian." Artest hesitated and hugged Saffron. He had never met such a warm and friendly child slave.
"Call me Freckles, I'm a street kid."
"My name is Tracy, my father is a businessman."
"Friend, what about you?" Saffron hugged Gordon again. The latter seemed to be hugging him, but in fact, his knees were slightly raised and pressed against the opponent's crotch. Once Saffron made any move, he was guaranteed to be in agony.
"My name is Gordon, nice to meet you." Gordon gently broke away from Saffron's arms and said with a smile. Saffron was obviously very scheming. He claimed to be the protagonist of the epic, which was nothing more than a hint that others should take him as the main character.
, the benefits should be exclusively enjoyed by him. Unfortunately, this clumsy method has already been recorded in the book.
The freckled boy glanced at Gordon warily, pulled Saffron to the corner, bit his ear and said, "Be careful, Hongmao, there is a knife hidden in this guy's smile."
Saffron didn't take it seriously: "Little Queque, you're jealous again. It's not your fault that you're not as handsome as him. Don't worry, the little stool doesn't look like a reverse angle."
The corners of Freckles' mouth twitched: "I've told you many times, don't call me a shitty little bird! Also, the word 'opposite angle' will not be written on your face! If I hadn't been clever along the way, you would have been
Many villains have been killed! Hey, you piece of shit, listen to me!"
Saffron had already turned around and started chatting enthusiastically with Gordon and Artest. There was originally a large group of them, but they dispersed due to various reasons and were later swept here by a sandstorm.
Gordon felt more and more that the red-haired boy was very scheming. He only had Artest as cannon fodder, but Hongmao had gathered a large group of cannon fodder!
"Red Hair, we have to hurry up and get on our way. The sandstorm has just passed, and there won't be any ferocious beasts now." Freckles winked at Crocus, signaling that the two sides parted ways.
"Okay! Xiaoqueque, Cuicui, Artai, and Xiaostool, let's all set off together. Move forward, move forward! Our journey is to the stars and the sea!" Saffron waved her fist, with high morale.
Freckles pulled at his hair in despair. Ever since he met his bad friend, his hair had fallen out so fast.
Gordon nodded to Artest and followed the three Saffrons. He felt it was necessary to find out what conspiracy the red-haired boy wanted to do under his nose.
Everyone figured out the direction and started on their way.
Crocus was in high spirits, pointing out the scenery along the way, talking loudly, her mouth was not stopping, and her voice was as beautiful as a nightingale.
"Artai, how do bald barbarians wear pigtails? Do they wear wigs?"
"Artai, do barbarians poop thicker than us?"
"Little stool, why are you so short but have a tall name?"
"Little stool, don't look around, it's too obscene, you have to hold your head high and show your courage!"
Gao Deng knew very well that Hongmao was trying to find out their ins and outs through small talk. Fortunately, he had received special training from his family and was able to deal with this easily.
"Hongmao, isn't your mouth dry?" Artai licked his dry thick lips and looked at Saffron who was talking in confusion.
"The fountain of wisdom never dries up," the crocus sang sweetly.
The sky was gradually turning green, and as dawn approached, the temperature in the Gobi dropped sharply to below zero. Gordon was a little better, but the others were shivering from the cold, and Saffron's tongue was knotted with cold, making it difficult to speak.
"It's so cold, let's warm up! Come on, hold on tightly to keep warm!" Saffron sneezed loudly, stretched out her arm to hug Freckles, and hugged Gordon with the other arm. Gordon glanced at the person sitting on her
Hands on shoulders, elbows slightly horizontal, just in case.
Freckles hesitated for a moment, then put his arms around Artest, and Artest blushed and hugged Tracy.
"Aha, it's like tap dancing!" Saffron walked, kicking her feet and dancing, raising flying sand along the way.
There was silence all around, the sky and the earth were empty and cold.
The boundless Gobi desert reflected the small shadows of the teenagers. The five of them were squeezed into a row, shoulder to shoulder, and their bodies exuded a hot and sour smell.
The sour smell was suffocating, yet warm and lingering. No matter how long or how long they walked, they could not forget this smell.