"It's already dark, why hasn't he come yet? Juetian, is Ximen Hao okay?"
Yuan Fang stood on a piece of sand. At this time, they had reached the edge of the desert. Looking in the distance, they could see faint lights. Previously, they were either small towns, cities, or tribes living in the desert.
"Don't worry, he's fine! Trust him!"
It can be said that Juetian is confident in Ximen Haomi, because he knows that the other person is the chosen one, a person blessed by luck.
Of course, the one who is most confident about Ximen Hao here is Xi Xi. This little loli just drank half a bottle of Lingzhu Nectar and fell into a deep sleep.
"Chi chi chi chi!"
Kong Kong, who had been putting his hand on his forehead, suddenly pointed into the distance and shouted.
Sure enough, a blood-red light and shadow flew over quickly, and one glance at the light revealed that it was Ximen Hao.
After all, this kind of blood-red spiritual power is rare.
"Hahaha! You see what I said is right! Brother! This way!"
Juetian held up the Juetian stick and shouted, fearing that Ximen Hao wouldn't see it, so he made the Juetian stick light up.
"Hahaha! That Black Cloud Tenon is just an idiot! If Master Hao hides it, it won't be found!"
Ximen Hao laughed and landed in front of the two of them.
"Sand sculpture? That's obviously a black cloud tenon! The sand sculpture is bigger than the black cloud tenon, and it's also difficult to wrap!"
Yuanfang didn't understand the true meaning of Ximen Hao at all.
"Ahem, Miss Yuanfang, Xiao Ritian's sand sculpture is not the spirit bird of Lingxu."
Jue Tian explained.
"What is that?"
Yuan Fang blinked her bright eyes, which looked particularly bright at night.
"Huh? There's a house over there. Come on, I'm going to take a shower."
Ximen Hao changed the topic perfectly.
And he was also very dissatisfied with this aspect of Lingxu. Although the yellow sand had been washed away by spiritual power, he still felt uncomfortable all over and needed to be washed.
"But I remember that there used to be no homes in this area, and we had to fly far away to find a small town."
Juetian frowned and said.
"Let's go and have a look!"
Ximen Hao stepped on the blood sword and flew directly towards the light.
After flying for about ten miles, everyone finally discovered that it was not a town, but tents.
There were bonfires lit around, and some men, women, old and young were sitting around the bonfires.
There are people grilling meat, making soup, and there are many children playing.
Not far away, there are also huge spiritual beasts.
The long nose, big ears, and two exposed curved teeth resembled an elephant, but were covered with gray hair, reminding Ximen Hao of the legendary mammoth.
This is a very docile mount, called Lingmao.
This kind of mount is not very fast, but it has great endurance and can carry heavy loads.
But people in Lingxu don’t need it to carry things, after all, they all have space treasures.
Although the Ling Ruins are suppressed by laws, small space treasures have a small space, but they can still hold a lot of things.
These spirit mammals are most likely carrying children and some people who have not broken through to mortal spirits or do not have mortal spirit weapons.
"Ethnic migration, this is a migration of a certain family."
Juetian looked at the rows of makeshift tents and the children, and finally understood why there were lights at the edge of the desert.
"Let's go and find a city or a small town to rest."
Yuan Fang tugged on her veil, she didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.
"I agree, the nearest town isn't too far anyway."
Ximen Hao also nodded.
"Hey!!! Friends! Did you just come out of the desert?"
Just as the three of them were about to leave, a man suddenly ran over and waved vigorously.
At the same time, those sitting around the bonfire also looked over, and even a few children ran out, but they were stopped by the adults.
"Okay, let's talk."
Ximen Hao put away the blood sword and went forward to meet him.
Juetian and Yuanfang followed closely, but they were both wary.
Kongkong even held the leather bag to his chest, keeping Xixi in his sight.
What came to us was a middle-aged man, with a strong body but a kind face.
"Be careful, true spirit, the best true spirit!"
The cultivation level here is the highest in Juetian, so one can see the cultivation level of the person.
Ximen Hao nodded, then smiled and held his fist:
"Brother! We have just left the desert. Are you planning to cross the desert?"
The middle-aged man seemed to be walking slowly, but he soon arrived in front of Ximen Hao and the others.
After discovering that the person with the highest cultivation level was only the top-grade virtual spirit, the tension in his eyes obviously disappeared.
"Yes, we are going to cross the desert tomorrow. By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is: Shi Gan. I am the leader of this ethnic group. What is your surname, friend?"
Ximen Hao cupped his fists:
"Ximen Hao! These are some of my friends."
"Hahaha! It turns out to be Brother Ximen! If you don't mind it, how about you go inside and sit for a while?"
A large part of the reason why Shi Gan was so enthusiastic was because Ximen Hao was coming from the direction of the desert, and they were going in that direction, so they wanted to get some useful information.
"What do you think?"
Ximen Hao turned to look at Yuan Fang and Jue Tian.
The two looked at each other and nodded.
"That's annoying."
Ximen Hao gave a polite salute.
"Hahaha! What's the trouble? We are also temporarily stationed here! Everyone, please come!"
…
Shi Gan, the leader of this ethnic group of only 200 people, and it’s strange that these people, both male and female, are all surnamed Shi. Aren’t they afraid that something might happen if they get married to close relatives?
Of course, Ximen Hao and others only care about this when they have too much time.
Shi Gan was very enthusiastic, and his people were equally enthusiastic.
But underneath everyone's enthusiastic appearance, there is always a hint of caution flashing from time to time.
"Brother Shi, are you carrying out ethnic migration?"
Ximen Hao was sitting by the fire, holding a piece of barbecue in his hand.
Not to mention, the taste is really not good, even Kongkong is just okay to swallow.
Shi Gan took a bowl and drank a large sip of spirit wine, then wiped his mouth and said:
"That's right! We are going to move to the east of Dongzhou to join our relatives."
"Oh, Brother Shi, where did you migrate from?"
Ximen Hao seemed to be checking his household registration.
Sure enough, Shi Gan's eyes flashed with vigilance again and he changed the topic directly.
"Brother Ximen Hao, is it easy to walk in this desert?"
Ximen Hao raised his eyebrows, knowing that the other party didn't want to reveal the details, so he didn't bother to ask.
"It's okay during the day, but it's not easy to stay at night. In the evening, we encountered the True Spirit-level Black Cloud Mortis."
"Black cloud tenon? How many are there?"
Shi Gan frowned.
"How many more are there? Just one is difficult enough! But Brother Shi, who has a family with a family, has a hard time getting through! Although we are always in the air, we can still see some dangers hidden in the yellow sand."
Ximen Hao looked at some of the children playing, and some of the first spirits who could not control weapons. Such people accounted for most of the group.
"Alas! You have to walk even if it's difficult! We've also walked through roads that are more difficult than this, but it's just a pain for those children."
Shi Gan sighed, looking helpless.
The three of them were silent. They knew very well that the person who moved the ethnic group must have had something happen to his family and suffered a disaster!
It's better to say it's a migration than an escape! Such things often happen in Lingxu.
It is better to move the whole family than to be exterminated. (To be continued)