The dust storm came very quickly. In just half an hour, it had already moved forward at least two or three miles.
"Although the natural Huang Ting is violent, even the Nascent Soul cultivator cannot set off such a scale by himself.
But after all, we have lost our precision. It is not difficult for us monks to save our lives..."
Yang Mingwen walked to Xie Duanyang's side, followed his gaze towards the sand wall, and sighed.
"It is said that among the ten major tribes of Mulan, there is a Huangsha tribe, which is extremely good at the 'worldly' spiritual art.
Once deployed, the billowing wind and sand can not only hinder the monk's consciousness detector, but also have the magical effect of protecting the body and trapping the enemy.
If the thirty-six demonic dust banners of the Zhen clan were sacrificed, even the great master in the middle stage of Nascent Soul would not be able to survive."
He is also a master in the late stage of foundation building, so it is not difficult to deal with Huang Ting.
I didn't see any obvious movements on his part, just a green light flowing around his body, and his energy became different.
The body stands upright like a pine, and the feet are rooted in the ground and are integrated with the ground.
"This cassock is quite interesting."
Xie Duanyang glanced up and down at the robe on his body, thoughtfully.
Yang Ming asked that although this was not as good as his own, it was still at the top level.
And compared with other protective weapons that can directly resist, the function of this garment is to "discharge", directing all the attacks it endures to the ground beneath your feet.
Moreover, he majored in the water element, so there was something mysterious about using this magical weapon that was obviously of wood nature.
Water acts as magic, wood acts as robes, and wasteland.
The three formed a not-so-strong cycle.
I have to say that this thing is particularly useful in this scene.
Huang Ting is powerful, but his power is too scattered and is not as powerful as an intermediate spell.
As long as the defense of this suit cannot be broken immediately, Yang Mingwen, with his feet on the ground, is almost indestructible.
Xie Duanyang praised his robes, but Yang Mingwen was also a little surprised by his methods.
Long before he came over, Xie Duanyang had temporarily borrowed one of Tu Xingsun's magic weapons and put it on himself.
As soon as the shovel was inserted into the ground, a hazy earthy yellow light appeared on his body. The ground seemed to open a hole, swallowing his body, and then closed up as before.
If it weren't for Yang Mingwen's spiritual consciousness to "see" clearly and know that Xie Duanyang was beside him, he would have been concealed.
Although due to the incompatibility between Tao and Dharma, when he activated those magical weapons, they were not as flexible and smooth as the armored corpses that were naturally in harmony with the earth, but they were still better than any other means similar to the Earth Escape Talisman.
Speaking of which, the two people's coping methods also have something in common.
But compared to the old man named Luo, he seemed clumsy and laborious.
But the old guy released the Bajiao Pavilion and dropped it on the ground.
The original dots of fluorescent light bloomed into halos, spreading out in circles.
Where its light shines, the entire space becomes quiet, the flow slows down, and it feels like two worlds.
It’s like a dustless place.
However, the magic power of this treasure is not blindly repulsive. There are several groups of monks around, knowing that their magic power is weak, and even if they form a formation, it will be difficult to compete.
After receiving the reminder early on, he took the initiative to move closer to the old man surnamed Luo, hoping that the other party would come to rescue him.
At this time, their mana was invaded by the brilliance of the pavilion. They did not conflict with each other, but instead merged together strangely.
Although the brilliance has become mixed and impure, the aura has become much stronger, covering the entire area for several miles.
"This is... an ancient treasure?"
Xie Duanyang's expression in the hiding map is slightly strange. Although he cannot see it with the naked eye, his consciousness has been released early and he is clearly aware of what is happening in the outside world.
Because he knew what the old man surnamed Luo was, he always thought that the Octagonal Flying Pavilion was a refining magic weapon left behind by others.
It wasn't until now that I really noticed the clues and determined that this was not a magic weapon used in the current world of cultivation, but an ancient treasure passed down from ancient times.
The amount of ancient treasures in existence is much smaller than that of magical treasures, and it is difficult for every monk to have one.
Xie Duanyang was born in the Divine Weapon Sect, but unfortunately his cultivation was still shallow when he came out, and he had not seen a few ancient treasures in the sect.
And it's not just a simple attack, but one with special effects.
When my consciousness came into contact with its brilliance, I actually had a strange feeling.
It is somewhat similar to the "Qing Ning Jing" magic weapon that Han Li once captured, and even the glazed light lamp in his hand.
For a time, Xie Duanyang became very interested.
This was the first time he had truly experienced the power of ancient treasures. Thinking about the rare opportunity, he continued to use his consciousness to experience the changes.
However, he is also very careful not to stand out too much.
This is to avoid attracting the reaction of the old man surnamed Luo, who will feel unhappy and cause a lot of trouble.
Secondly, it is because this ancient treasure does have some strange magical powers, so it is better to play it safe before finding out the root cause.
Xie Duanyang's movements were not too covert, so he could not hide the old man's reaction, but he only glanced at it and then looked away.
This kind of reaction is actually human nature. It means that in the camp, except for those junior qi practitioners who have formed a formation to resist Huang Ting, they have no energy left.
The rest of the foundation-building monks are more or less observing this treasure.
Thinking of this, the old man named Luo was also a little proud.
With his qualifications, he is not very outstanding in forming pills, but relying on this ancient treasure he obtained in his early years.
He is also considered a popular figure among the monks in the middle stage of pill formation. Even though he cannot defeat those powerful characters, he does not have much problem in protecting himself.
When a few of them explored the ancient cave, they suffered a lot of damage, and when they finally broke through the forbidden treasure and appeared, they even got into a fight.
Although the old man surnamed Luo took the treasure, he was seriously injured and his origin was damaged, so that he lost dozens of nearly a hundred years of life.
But if you calculate it, it’s not a loss.
His family knows his own affairs, and his qualifications in the Dan Formation Realm are not outstanding, and it is difficult to break through to the late stage under normal circumstances.
Instead, I relied on this treasure to survive many tribulations and achieve my current status and cultivation.
As we get older, it’s easy to miss the past, and monks are no exception. They look at this ancient treasure that has been with them for most of their lives.
The old man surnamed Luo did not pay much attention to the sandstorm, but was thinking about his own thoughts.
He is approaching his longevity, but it is a pity that there is no second Dan Jie in his family. Although there are one or two with outstanding qualifications, whether they can achieve success depends on chance.
The old man surnamed Luo had to consider in advance how to arrange his family's inheritance.
Otherwise, if you are visited by evil guests and old enemies, your descendants will not be able to protect you.
Although the sting organization will provide some protection, it is ultimately limited.
When he came back this time, he seemed to have taken over the task of protecting the Tao, but in fact he had his own selfish motives.
The old man surnamed Luo had been thinking for a long time, and the sandstorm in the distance was already rushing out, rolling through the camp with the force of destroying mountains and cities.
It collides with the formations, magic weapons, and ancient treasure auras, causing several ripples.
It took half a day for the storm to completely pass and everything stopped.
Xie Duanyang put away his magical weapon, broke through the soil above his head, stood up, and looked around.
All traces of the original camp have long been lost in the raging sandstorm, leaving only dozens of monks sitting or standing between heaven and earth.
All of them looked pale, panting, and sweating profusely.
Looking further ahead, there is no obvious change in the already open wasteland, except that the ground is much cleaner.
The bushes have also recovered and are much "stronger" than these monks.
Being able to grow and reproduce in a harsh environment such as the wilderness, even if it is not a spiritual plant monster, it still has its own unique skills.
It cannot be destroyed so easily in a sandstorm that is not that big.
Protected by ancient treasures, the old man surnamed Luo is in the best condition, full of energy and energy.
But Xie Duanyang knew that he also spent a lot of mana. The Octagonal Flying Pavilion is indeed powerful, but when it is used, the mana consumption cannot be ignored.
In particular, he also helped protect many Qi practicing monks.
"Rest for two hours, recover your mana, and then set off immediately."
Looking around, looking up at the sky, the old man surnamed Luo issued an order in a deep voice.
Although it is said that in this season, after the sandstorm has passed, it will rarely come back within a few days.
However, he knew that after every sandstorm, the monsters in the wasteland would be restless for a while.
He himself was fine, but the same could not be said for this group of qi-training monks. It would be better to travel a little further as soon as possible.
Everyone's heart froze, and their original intention to communicate was completely abandoned. They hurriedly took out the spiritual elixir from the storage bag, holding the spiritual stone in their hands, and restored less than 30% of the mana in the body.
Elder Luo grasps time very tightly, and when the time comes, he can't help but start.
This time, he even released the centipede golden centipede that he had previously put into the spirit beast bag and used it as a vehicle, but without the cloud banners blocking his vision.
A group of monks instinctively feel cold.
Originally, in their understanding, there were few living creatures in the wasteland.
My experience on the road also confirmed this, but I didn’t expect that after a sandstorm, so many people would pop up.
Lizards, desert scorpions, poisonous snakes...
In fact, there are not many, and most of them do not even pose a threat to monks.
But there is a tragic taste among all kinds of people fighting to raise Gu.
There are quite a few among them, and their auras are as strong as those of the Centipede.
It's just that like them, there are already existences with high intelligence.
Worried about Jin Centi and the lighting-like aura of the old man surnamed Luo, he suppressed his desire to hunt and did not take any risks. He just stopped and watched the group of people go away.
That kind of cold-bloodedness and cruelty made even the monks with a few lives on their hands look at him with suspicion.
But after all, the sandstorm lasted for a while, and they only walked for two hours before the sky turned bright.
After only resting for a morning, Elder Luo broke from his previous habit of traveling at night and started walking during the day.
In the first two days, I still took the Centipede Centipede.
Later, when the calm before the sandstorm gradually returned, it turned into team rotation reconnaissance mode.
Having witnessed previous sandstorms, the monks now act more swiftly and proactively than before.
After returning to the road for five days, a touch of green finally appeared in the field of vision, and the air also had the faint smell of fresh vegetation.
Except for the old man surnamed Luo, everyone felt obviously relieved.
The scenery in the wilderness is too monotonous, and it is a kind of silent torture.
Most of them are still practicing Qi and have not yet developed such concentration and character.
Although I know that Mulan people are not easy to get along with, it always makes people feel more comfortable.
"In front is the Pegasus Department, which has always had some business dealings with us, and there are also a few foundation-building monks in it."
It was difficult to tell the direction in the wilderness, and after walking for so long, it was already a deviation from the originally planned route.
The old man surnamed Luo released his spiritual consciousness, changed the direction, and led the way.
"When we get there, we can rest for two days and buy a few good horses to save some mana."
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Riding on the back of the black tiger, Xie Duanyang recalled relevant information about the Pegasus Department.
Among the thousands of tribes in Mulan, they are very inconspicuous. The Pegasus tribe only has a history of three hundred years.
It was because there was a master in the alchemy stage in the clan that they were separated from the original Tianma clan.
It's a pity that the opponent fell in a battle between Mulan and the Nine Nations Alliance, and the Pegasus Department that was originally flourishing was suddenly knocked back to its original shape.
Even if you want to return to the headquarters, you can't, and you will be expelled from the original land of fertile water and grass to this place.
Because of this experience, the Pegasus tribe leader and other senior officials gave up the idea of going into battle to fight Tiannan to the death, and tried to preserve the tribe's vitality as much as possible.
They even secretly exchanged resources with the Bee Stinger organization, and with some legacy from the master and sorcerer, over the course of a hundred years, they gradually established a foothold here.
Because he is far away from the core of the tribal alliance, as long as he is exempted from conscription by large tribes except in times of war, he can live a comfortable life.
As long as there is another Mingjie Dan monk, the tribe's revival is just around the corner.
The Tianma tribe from which this tribe comes is not famous on the grassland for practicing fighting skills, but it is good at taming animals.
Thousands of years ago in the Tianma Tribe, there was a great master who subdued the neighing horse in his childhood and remained in the Tianma Tribe even after he was enthroned.
It wasn't until he reached the eighth level that he transformed into another form and left, becoming a famous demon king on the Mulan grassland. He was very happy occupying a place.
When he was in the Tianma Department, he flourished.
To this day, the horses raised by the Pegasus and Pegasus Clubs all have more or less inherited their bloodline
Although most of them have no obvious bloodline, and it would be difficult to even call them monsters, but placed elsewhere, they are the horse kings who travel thousands of miles a day and eight hundred miles a night.
Many magicians who are not wealthy enough to raise serious spiritual beasts are willing to buy spiritual horses as mounts.
To this day, the Pegasus Department not only trades with Bee Stinger, but can even be said to be the general agent of several nearby tribes, saving Bee Stinger a lot of trouble.
Therefore, it was not surprising when Xie Duanyang saw the bustling scene of Pegasus City.
A large-scale city, like a behemoth lying on the border of the loess, has frequent entrances and exits with Xie Duanyang and other similarly dressed Mulan people.
Although cattle and horses are raised in Mulan Grassland, it is very different from the nomadic people Xie Duanyang imagined.
Because of the relationship between spiritual veins, the real big tribes on the Mulan grassland are all settled.
With the help of magicians, it is not too difficult to turn clay into stone, fossils into mud, dig wells to get water, and build a city.
Only those small and medium-sized tribes with weak strength have no choice but to live in pursuit of water and grass. When faced with climate disasters, they can only resign themselves to their fate.
If you can't survive, you will be wiped off the grassland and annexed by other tribes.
Unlike tribes with multiple Nascent Soul masters, they can even use formations to amplify their spiritual skills and reverse the weather.
From a certain perspective, the immortal masters of Mulan and Tutu are actually closer to mortals than those of Da Jin.