On the second day, Qingge and his group went deep into Mobei City and headed to the deserted land in the extreme north.
Of course, he was following a child happily.
Fuxi's mother had no objection to this, saying that the boy would go out to make a fortune sooner or later. She would feel more at ease when she followed Qingge.
The desolate desert, endless yellow smoke, rolling storms.
Without water, without wind and snow, and even flowers have become rare.
On the way, Qingge occasionally saw emerald green cactus and some strange-shaped plants.
Hongyi said that the plants on the desert are highly poisonous.
Fuxi and Qingge rode a horse together. He sat in front of Qingge. Before leaving, he changed into a clean pudding dress. His dirty face was washed, revealing his delicate facial features with clear eyebrows, beautiful and tender eyes.
The child's angular face always has a smile like spring flowers, which has become a sweet spring in this desert.
In the middle of the desert, the horse stopped and walked towards the world with Qingge. Every road was the same, but not the same.
"Boss, where are we going?" Lin Chong asked.
The man frowned and looked around. The scorching sun was as hot as fire, but he felt the yin test and the cold breath.
Qingge was mysterious, smiling without saying a word, looking down at Fuxi, and asked, "Where are you going?"
Lin Chong was puzzled. His eldest son would ask a child who had not even grown all over his hair.
Fuxi poked out his little head, looked left and right, and his light brown eyes seemed to reflect the faint gears of the seven-star formation, rolling and moving, weird and weird.
After a moment, Fu Xi smiled brightly, raised his hand, pointed to the north, "Go there."
Qingge's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his arms and exclaimed, driving the fierce horses toward the north of the desert, and was sailing at lightning.
Hongyi, Lin Chong and others had to keep up.
The wind in the desert is strong, and the thin horses on the ancient roads are thin.
One by one, the exiled evildoers ran wildly in this vast desert, indulging in.
Under the orange-yellow desert, blood flows into a river.
On the way, there were occasionally groups of people who wanted to surround Qingge and others without blinking. However, before they had taken action, the spiritual power in Qingge's thunder nest surged wildly, and the belts of these people were slim by the mind.
Blade is broken.
The torn pants fell off, and the men blushed and turned around in anger, the team had already walked away.
It was the messenger from the gods who did not look back under the scorching sun.
Looking from afar, I seemed to see the white hair dancing as the heat evaporates. It was a beautiful thing that the evildoers of the desert had never seen before.
Fuxi sat on the horse, lay in Qingge's arms and gradually fell asleep.
The sleeping child was very peaceful, with thick eyelashes like palm-leaf fans covering a thick layer of shadow under his eyelids. He was like a porcelain doll, but he was even tougher.
Qingge was riding a horse while lowering his eyes and glanced at Fu Xi casually. His spiritual sense was erratic. He suddenly thought, would she be so cute if she and Ji Yue had a child?
What color will their children have, their pupils and their hair?
Is it a human or a beast—
At this point, Qingge's mood was heavy, even stronger than this desert.
The sunset, the setting sun.
Fuxi, who had fallen asleep quietly, suddenly opened her eyes, and Qingge could see clearly the seven-star gear in her pupils.
Only when Yun Yuexia and Shi Yin activated the seven-star formation can the stars flash. To summon the seven-star formation, they must be in a dark, quiet and undisturbed place.
However, Fuxi was surprisingly surprised.
The seven-star gear in his eyes was sharper than Yun Yuexia and those who released the sound, and Yan Cai seemed to be a little darker. What surprised Qingge even more was that Fu Xi's pupils seemed to appear at any time.
Depend on his mood.
In other words, the seven-star formation will appear in Fuxi's mind without summoning or activating.
Qingge has never been deeply involved in the field of divination, but she subconsciously believes that Fu Xi seems to be a genius?
"Sister, a bad guy is coming." Fu Xi said with a light lip opening.
"Bad guy?" Qingge raised his eyebrows.
"The slaves of the Queen of the Far North are here to kill you and steal your snow spirit beads." Fuxi said: "The one who wants to attack the God of Qin is also the Queen of the Far North."
"How many people have come and how strong are they?" Qingge asked.
Fu Xi closed his eyes and his eye wings trembled slightly, but he saw him saying, "The strength of fifty-two people is at the eleventh level of the innate celestial level, five of which are innate twelve levels. These people have a very strong evil spirit and are difficult to deal with."
After saying that, Fu Xi opened his eyes.
Qingge was surprised that Fu Xi's divination ability had reached such a state of being so magical.
In time, Fu Xi may become the top four-star fortune teller.
Qinggexu narrowed his eyes—
A bold idea took root in his heart. Qingge looked at Fuxi as if he had seen Bao.
boom--
"Boss, a group of people in front are coming in full force. Do we want to give in?" Lin Chong asked.
He also knew that this was the far north and there were strong people everywhere.
If you are troubled by something like this, you can get less trouble.
Qingge looked forward, and the black man rode a black and strong unicorn, rushing wildly between heaven and earth.
Qingge, who had clear senses, had a certain idea in his heart at first glance.
One group, fifty-two people.
Fuxi is right.
"The goal of these people is that we don't have to let them go, we can just carry weapons and fight. There are five innate twelve levels, let me deal with them. The remaining forty-odd strengths are all at the innate eleven levels. You can drag it first,
Protect yourself, fight if you can, and if you can’t, run away.” Qingge said with wild eyes and a serious expression.
These people living in the extreme north are wandering around life and death for many years, and are afraid they are much stronger than ordinary innate cultivators.
Lin Chong was dumbfounded, "I'm going, so strong?"
"Miss Ye, five innate twelve levels of cultivators, can you deal with it?" Hongyi frowned.
"Who knows."
The lightning and thundering were reflected in Qingge's eyes. Her hands were hanging on top of her head, and the demon stretched lazily.
The woman twisted her neck a few times, and the sound of bones colliding sounded terrifyingly.
When he put down his hand, the Ming King's Sword suddenly appeared, holding the Ink King's Sword in his hand, Qingge looked at the enemies getting closer and closer with his black eyes.
"elder sister."
Fu Xi suddenly grabbed Qingge's collar, raised her head and looked at Qingge with watery eyes, "I'm so scared."
Qingge: "..."
Qingge held a knife in one hand and lifted Fu Xi in the other, throwing it to the side, "Go and hide first."
Fuxi ran away.
Qingge: "..."
roar--
The black cow roared.
The fifty-two evil men all stopped in front of Qingge and others.
These people are muscular, tall and big, with half a mask on their faces, revealing the other half of their ferocious faces.
The atmosphere is solemn.
Some of the people in Kalan were very afraid.
Among them, there were only two people above the tenth level of the innate level, Qingge and Hongyi, and at best, Lin Chong, who was at the eighth level of the innate level.
How can you defeat such strength?
"Steal Ye Qingge, everyone else, get out."
On the slightest horse, one of the golden lion kings was holding a messy red-haired man, holding a hammer to the sky, and the sound was like a bell.
The cowardly and weak-powered person is even more frightened. (To be continued)