Chapter 4: Life and Death in the Ghostly Desert (4)
"Be careful!" Freckles' cry was drowned in the roar of the sand.
The top of the mountain collapsed one after another, and the yellow sand rushed down like a stormy sea. Everyone was unsteady on their feet and staggered around. The dense sand covered their heads and faces, making it difficult to open their eyes. A few horses staggered and slipped, but no one cared about the horses.
, only Gordon grabbed a water bag as quickly as possible.
The sand waves swept wildly, and the rising smoke was tens of meters high. Gordon grabbed Sinbad, and the rushing sand waves instantly rushed away from his hand, and Sinbad fell backwards. "Crash!" The wind and sand were all around.
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of sand slopes collapsing continuously, layers of sand sliding over and over again, pushing people and horses in all directions.
Gordon's waist suddenly exerted force, and he jumped out of the sand pile and rushed towards Sinbad again. "Boom" The sand pile above him was like a giant palm slapping down, causing him to roll to the other side and most of his body was buried in the sand pile with a water bag.
He also lost his hand and fell. Gordon broke free, and just as he took a step, the sandy slope beneath his feet slid violently, causing him to plummet all the way.
The wind roared in his ears and his vision was blurry. He vaguely caught a glimpse of a horse struggling to fall, and waves of sand passed over it, covering the horse. Gordon used his strength and stretched his hands frequently, trying to slow down the speed of his fall.
A row of turbulent sand waves rolled inward, revealing a depression, which just blocked Gordon's falling momentum. Before he could take a breath, he suddenly stretched his arms and kicked his legs and jumped away. A sharp-toothed shadow emerged from the sand.
He jumped out from below and bit him where he was just now. In the next second, Gordon had turned over and counterattacked, stabbing straight with his dagger. The dagger nailed the shadow of the sharp teeth. The shadow suddenly collapsed and melted into the yellow sand, with only the tip of the dagger stuck to it.
A drop of blood.
Gordon wiped the blood droplets and licked them with his tongue. The light salty taste was mixed with a hint of iron smell. This was human blood.
"Boom, boom," a hole opened in the sand slope five meters away from him, and yellow sand poured into it, forming an ever-expanding whirlpool. Gordon was about to escape, but suddenly hesitated. He might be able to escape by himself, but other
Everyone is in danger, and Sinbad is certain to die. But if you want to hunt down the gust of wind and the leopard, you must gather the strength of everyone.
He quickly covered his head and face with his hood so that no gaps were exposed, and allowed the whirlpool to catch him and drag him deep into the sand mountain.
The yellow sand is so hot that it still burns the skin through the cloth, and the sting is unbearable. The sand squeezes in from all directions, making the chest tight and short of breath, making it difficult to move freely. Gordon closed his eyes and mouth, relaxed his limbs, and the vents in his body opened.
, trying his best to breathe and use the few thin air in the sand layer to breathe.
Although he cannot see visually, he drives a root power spider thread to extend outside his body, like an invisible tentacle. If there is any abnormal movement in the sand, he will be able to detect it in advance.
The flow of sand carried Gordon deeper and the pressure gradually increased. Before long, the sand seemed to turn into heavy and hard rocks, trying to squeeze him flat. His limbs gradually became stiff and he was unable to move.
Under the constant pressure of the sand layer, the circulation of Xiwei Shu is getting faster and faster. The muscles, wind holes, and source power fluctuate again and again, releasing the increasingly strong pressure from all around.
As the fluctuations speed up, the boundary between exhalation and inhalation gradually blurs. In every cycle, there is inhalation during exhalation, and exhalation during inhalation. The ups and downs of muscles, source of force, and wind holes become indistinguishable, subtle and difficult to distinguish.
In this strange state, Gordon clearly felt the direction of every sand flow nearby. He consciously controlled the breathing technique and used his own fluctuations to match the surging sand flow.
The cycle of Xiwei Shu changes frequently, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. Suddenly, Gao Deng's whole body was shocked. The circulation between muscles, wind holes, and source power suddenly opened, and merged with the sand flow to form the four
cycle between
This is a broader and more mysterious circulatory breath technique that is no longer limited to the human body, but connects to the external world, expanding from internal circulation to external circulation.
"Human power is limited, and the universe is endless. From the inside out, everything is encompassing." An experience of King Ming suddenly flashed through Gordon's mind. In an instant, his whole person became a part of the sand flow, and the sand flow also became a part of Xiwei Shu.
. Regardless of each other, they tolerate each other. The small boy and the huge sand mountain breathe together and rise and fall.
Gordon realized that he could move. The sand rubbing against his body was no longer as hard as stone, but turned into soft water waves. The pressure around him suddenly weakened. He swung his arms and legs, like a dexterous fish, shuttled through the sand.
In the mountains.
Gordon even pulled off his hood, opened his eyes slightly, and the sand grains brushed his eyelids, warm and soft, and the burning heat was integrated into the circulation of the Breathing Technique, and was eventually slowly absorbed by the source of power.
A human-shaped shadow swam from below. When it approached Gordon, the human-shaped shadow hesitated for a moment, as if it was unclear whether Gordon was a ball of sand or a flesh-and-blood creature that could be hunted.
Gordon followed the surging force of the sand, bypassed the human-shaped shadow, and continued to swim deeper. His thigh suddenly touched something hard and cold, and he reached out to grab it. It was a standard scimitar with a handle on the handle.
Engraved with a black eagle spreading its wings and ready to fly.
As he went deeper into the sand mountain, Gordon saw more moving shadows, some were snake-shaped, some were like petals, some were like insects... all were weird, strange, frightening, and these shadows finally converged into a huge thing.
The body is like its tentacles
The tentacles couldn't help waving and swaying, and the sand flow also surged and trembled. One of the tentacles was tightly wrapped around a horse. The saddle was made of pink leather, which was clearly Tracy's mount. The horse had already suffocated to death, and its body
Twisted and deformed. Gordon saw its flesh and bones melting little by little, turning into shadows, and finally becoming part of the tentacles.
With the help of streams of sand, Gordon kept approaching the shadow giant. This shadow giant had no mouth, no eyes, and no ears. He had never seen any relevant records in books. Near it, there were a large number of standard scimitars.
, leather boots and saddle, obviously left behind by the people of the Black Eagle tribe.
The horse thieves deliberately lured Black Hawk's cavalry here and used the shadow giant to deal with them. Gordon was secretly heartbroken. Hunting the horse thieves in the Ghostly Desert was more difficult than expected.
A soft light suddenly appeared in front of Gordon. It was the Sinbad boy with his eyes closed tightly, his body curled up, and he fell into a coma. His hands unconsciously grasped the magic lamp. The magic lamp automatically emitted an orange-yellow halo, like
A transparent and shiny blister tightly wrapped Sinbad.
Dozens of shadow tentacles surrounded Sinbad from a distance, swimming back and forth, not daring to get close. The shadow giant seemed to be extremely afraid of the light of the magic lamp, waving its tentacles desperately, controlling the sand flow, and pushing Sinbad far away.
Gordon's heart moved and he dived in the direction of Sinbad. At the same time, the shadow giant shook suddenly and let out a shrill scream. One of the tentacles that stretched out suddenly retracted, and there was a faint flash of electric light on it.