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Chapter 6: Life and Death in the Ghostly Desert (6)

There was a vast sandy fog on all sides, whipped up by strong winds, and the collapsing sand mountains continued to pour down like giant waterfalls, rushing along the downward terrain. As soon as Gordon broke out of the sand layer, he was caught up in the sand flow again, and he rolled and slid down involuntarily.

Atai, Tracy, and Freckles were also trapped in it, struggling and drifting with the sand. After a long time, the surging quicksand stopped, and the entire sand mountain collapsed into a flat slope with pits. Only the wind lingered and whimpered.

, occasionally raising wisps of dust and smoke.

Gordon struggled to break out of the sand pile, dug out the sand that blocked his mouth and nose, and pulled out Sinbad from under the buried sand. The boy was still unconscious, holding on to the magic lamp with both hands. The light of the magic lamp flickered.

After a few blows, it immediately dissipated and disappeared.

"Peng" the sand pile in the distance broke open, and a freckled head popped out. "Shit, it almost suffocated me. What the hell is in this sand mountain?" He held a water bag tightly in his hand.

Cursing and spitting out the sand in his mouth, he shouted, "Tracy Gordon Artest"

"I'm here." Gordon was hugging Sinbad, shaking off the sand that stuck to the boy's body.

"Have you seen Tracy and Artest?" Freckles stumbled over, and the sand slope formed by the pouring sand mountains was too vast to be seen at a glance.

"With their skills, they can definitely climb out of the sand layer and join us." Gordon squeezed Sinbad's chest and back with both arms and slapped it repeatedly, causing the source of spider silk to penetrate into Sinbad's internal organs.

Freckles nuzzled at Sinbad: "You have been keeping this boy with you, is he of great use? I don't believe you will save him out of good intentions."

Gordon glanced at the other person, and Freckles was right. He liked Sinbad, and the Cobra family also owed something to the dead old lion, but Gordon would never make a decision purely out of emotion.

Just like this time he helped Artai and several others defect from the Blood Prison Society, there was both mutual friendship and interest considerations.

"Sinbad's magic lamp can help us. Especially when dealing with Leopard, Leopard would never have thought that we would have such a trump card." Gordon explained.

"Magic lamp?" Freckles stared at the magic lamp for a while, then raised his eyebrows, "It can't be a monster, right?"

Gordon nodded and said: "This is an ancient weapon monster with both great strength and agility. It may also have other magical functions. It's just that he doesn't have a good brain and likes others to praise him for his beauty."

"Weapon monsters all have quirks, and some of them like to be beaten every day."

"This weapon monster has been injured and will need a few days to recover. When it wakes up, we need to get familiar with each other and practice some tactical cooperation. With Sinbad here, the power of our joint attack will be greatly enhanced."

"This kid is really lucky. As far as I know, anyone who lives with a monster will become a big shot." There was a complicated expression on Freckles' face. He remembered that Qi Ya had fought with seven powerful people in the past.

The powerful weapon monsters form companions, and they are invincible for a while, making the whole family famous and glorious.

Thinking of this, Freckles felt a sudden pain in his heart. By choosing to be an ordinary person, he personally extinguished the hope of reviving his family.

"Sneeze" Sinbad sneezed suddenly, and sand particles sprayed out of his nose. Gordon slapped him on the back with his palm, and Sinbad's throat constricted, and he vomited a ball of sticky sand in his mouth. Gao Deng slapped him on the back with his palm.

After setting him down, Sinbad was half-kneeling on the ground, coughing violently, and spitting out sand intermittently from his mouth.

Gordon knelt down and looked at the boy: "This is adventure. You can encounter accidents at any time, and you can die quietly at any time. Do you still want to continue with us now?"

Sinbad coughed for a while, raised his face, and his eyes were shining: "I saw it. The monster in the sand mountain is really interesting. Mr. Ghoul, this world is really magical." He touched it excitedly

I touched the magic lamp in my hand without any fear at all.

Gordon smiled slightly and patted Sinbad's head. At this time, a call came from far away. Atai pulled Tracy up the sloping sandy slope and waved to them excitedly.

"Oops" Freckles' expression changed when he saw the two of them.

"What's wrong?" Sinbad asked in confusion.

"We have no horses." Gordon replied. After this battle, all their horses were lost, and even the water bladders and grain were buried in the quicksand. Artest even lost his mace.

Without horses and food, it was difficult for them to survive in the desert, let alone hunt down horse thieves and snipe leopards.

The worst thing was that when Gordon walked up to Artest, he found that the barbarian boy was shaking with energy and restless. The robe clinging to his body sometimes bulged and sometimes shook, making a rustling sound.

"Artai, are you about to evolve?" Freckles cried out.

Artai smiled bitterly and scratched his scalp: "I couldn't see you, so I got anxious and punched a little harder, and there were signs of a breakthrough all of a sudden." He had already reached the peak of the black lead level, and he could do it at any time.

Break through the bottleneck and enter the gray tin level.

"How long can you suppress it?" Gordon looked solemn. Once Artest reaches the gray tin level, he will resonate with the origin of the world, automatically enter the "Ten Places", and be completely separated from them.

Atai will stay in the Ten Lands for a period of time until his resonance with the origin of the world gradually disappears, and then he is excluded from the Ten Lands. By then, he may appear in any corner of the world: the sea, the jungle, the busy streets,

Other domains, strangers' homes...

In the history of cultivation, many unlucky people fell directly into desperate situations such as active volcanoes and poisonous swamps after leaving the Ten Lands, and died on the spot. The most famous example is a silver-level warrior who appeared after being rejected by the Ten Lands.

In the palace of the Kingdom of Mist, he was besieged by patrolling guards and killed with swords.

These are collectively referred to as "natural and man-made disasters" for cultivators. As long as they evolve, warriors will have to endure corresponding disasters. Often, the higher the level of evolution, the more dangerous the natural and man-made disasters are. It is said that diamond level is not the end of cultivation, and one can still reach higher levels.

Breakthrough, but the ensuing natural and man-made disasters are unparalleled in severity, and death is inevitable.

"I don't know how long I can suppress it." Artest shook his head blankly, "It seems that as soon as I touch the source of power, I will advance and evolve immediately."

"That is to say, you can only make one move." Gordon's heart sank slightly. Artai's source of power is the most powerful, and the Thunder Evil Breaking Fist comes from the ancient Sand Cave Clan. It is powerful and powerful, and is Gordon's.

An indispensable part of the plan. Now that the Barbarian boy is about to evolve, Gordon's side will suffer a huge loss in strength. With a gust of wind, the Leopard's game will suddenly fall into a disadvantage.

"This is a good thing." Freckles was silent for a while and then said with a forced smile, "Artai can at least escape the pursuit of the Blood Hell Society by entering the Ten Lands. They have no way of tracing your traces."

"It's all my fault" Artest knocked on his forehead in frustration.

"Are we still going to carry out the original plan?" Tracy looked at everyone and asked uneasily.


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