In a moment, the yellow sandstorm completely enveloped Luo Zheng.
This sandstorm is enough to sweep ordinary mortals and livestock into the sky, but it poses no threat to Luo Zheng.
Fine gravel hit Luo Zheng like dense raindrops, but they all stayed three inches in front of Luo Zheng. An invisible force formed a thin film to isolate all the gravel.
"Tianyong City north of the desert..."
Looking at the gravel flying all over the sky, Luo Zheng showed a wry smile.
When he first entered the God's Realm, he was alone. With no one to guide him, he could only explore the God's Realm slowly.
This time, Ming Wei led the team, originally hoping to save a lot of trouble, but unexpectedly they got separated on the first step into the mother world!
He moved hundreds of times and wandered around the Red Sun Desert. It can be imagined that the area of the desert is very large. Not to mention the weather with yellow sand all over the sky, even if the sky is thousands of miles clear, it is difficult for Luo Zheng to distinguish the southeast from the northwest.
"It's best to find someone to ask for a while first!"
Luo Zheng was confused for a moment, and then he gathered his mind. After taking a gentle step, the whole person disappeared on the top of the hill.
Although he could not tell the direction, Luo Zheng tried his best to move in one direction. This would ensure that he would leave the desert by the shortest route.
"Buzz..."
Under a great movement, Luo Zheng has crossed a distance of 50,000 miles.
The moment he emerged from the space passage, the yellow sand was still flying towards his face.
Looking at the sandstorm in front of him, Luo Zheng showed a strange color on his face.
Sandstorms are not uncommon weather. Sandstorms will arise when there are strong winds in the desert. However, he has traveled fifty thousand miles and still cannot get out of this sandstorm. The scope of this sandstorm is beyond his imagination.
"The wind strength in this desert is simply not strong enough to stir up such a large-scale sandstorm. How did this sandstorm blow up?"
Luo Zheng's brows frowned slightly, unable to figure out the mystery, so he could only use Great Teleportation again.
"Buzz buzz..."
He moved seven times in a row, covering a total distance of four to five million miles, but there were still raging sandstorms wherever he went.
Being unable to determine where you are makes you a little confused.
Luo Zheng no longer moves forward, but changes the direction and makes a big move towards the sky!
Ming Wei said that the mother world should be like a flattened egg, but this egg is so huge that even if Luo Zheng keeps moving upwards, he may not be able to touch the top of the mother world.
But as he moved upwards like this, he found that things were getting weirder.
He moved upward three times, and then reached an altitude of 150,000 miles. Standing in the sky, he was suddenly filled with rolling yellow sand.
"The height of this sandstorm is more than 150,000 miles?"
Luo Zheng didn't take this sandstorm seriously before, but now he realized the weirdness.
In desperation, he could only lower his altitude and fly close to the desert...
Moving forward in this way is naturally not as fast as moving forward, but it can help him better distinguish the surrounding environment.
After flying like this for several hours, Luo Zheng suddenly saw bulges appearing under the sand dunes on the left. These bulges were covered with gravel, and nothing could be seen in them.
Luo Zheng's thoughts moved slightly, and a spiritual consciousness spread out.
As he searched with his spiritual consciousness, a hint of joy appeared on his face. Those bulges turned out to be tents, and there were people inside the tents!
Luo Zheng did not hesitate at all and rushed towards that direction.
The sandstorm has been blowing for so long, and these tents have already been covered with a thick layer of yellow sand.
Luo Zheng waved his hand gently and cleared away the yellow sand outside the tent.
The door of the tent was made of a thick layer of animal skin curtain. Luo Zheng reached out and gently opened the animal skin curtain. The moment he opened it, a sharp sharp knife was thrust towards him!
"call!"
The force of this knife was not small, and it was pointed directly at Luo Zheng's chest.
Luo Zheng's face was indifferent, his right hand stretched out like lightning, and two fingers were pinched on the blade of the sharp knife. The sharp knife could no longer move at all.
"Don't……"
Luo Zheng was just next to him, and there were several spears coming straight from both sides of the animal skin door curtain.
These spears pierced Luo Zheng's eyes, face, chest, and throat, obviously trying to kill him.
Although Luo Zheng is not afraid of damage from ordinary swords at all, he is still a little angry at being treated like this. I saw Luo Zheng's hands dancing like flowers, and all the spears that were stabbing him were snatched away by Luo Zheng.
There were several lean young men standing in the tent. These young men did not expect that Luo Zheng had such strength. They kept retreating one by one, and at the same time drew out the scimitar from their waists.
But the space in the tent was very small, and they couldn't move at all, and it became a mess for a while.
"I'm just passing by here, why are you drawing your swords at each other?" Luo Zheng threw the spears on the ground and asked coldly.
After hearing Luo Zheng's words, the young men were slightly stunned.
One of the leading young men had a scar on his face. He looked at Luo Zheng with a hint of suspicion in his eyes, and immediately asked: "You, are you not the killer sent by the king?"
Luo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. The other party used the same language, so he could at least communicate smoothly.
The cultural inheritance in the Divine Realm is not spontaneous, but comes from the mother world, and the language used here is of the same origin as the Divine Realm.
"Of course not, I was just passing by," Luo Zheng replied lightly.
The young men were hesitant, but they still held their scimitars tightly and had no intention of giving in.
At this moment, a soft female voice suddenly came from the inner layer of the tent, "Let him in."
"But Master Magic Flute..." The scarred young man had a worried look on his face.
The limp body came again, "Needless to say, if he was really sent by the king to hunt me down, all of us would be dead."
This woman's vision is very accurate. With Luo Zheng's strength, it only takes one palm to turn these tents and the people inside into ashes.
When the young men heard this, they looked at Luo Zheng with a hint of fear. As for the hand they just showed, they really couldn't be Luo Zheng's opponents.
As the young men moved aside, Luo Zheng discovered that these tents had an aisle between each other.
He followed the corridor where the sound came from, and a faint fragrance suddenly hit his nostrils. There was a veiled woman in this tent.
Under this thin veil, there is a slightly rounded face. This woman has deep eye sockets. Although her appearance is not a beautiful one, she does have an exotic charm.
"Your Excellency, you are an outsider who strayed into this Red Sun Desert, right?" The woman guessed Luo Zheng's origin in just one sentence. (To be continued)