In a black sand dune, several figures crawled out of the black sand in embarrassment.
"Boo~"
Yi Lin expressionlessly pulled her leg out of the sand, making a negative pressure suction sound.
"Bah, bah, bah!"
Whether it was Jindan monks Jian Nanchun or Li Qianqian, or the pink and tender Xinlin Linyi or Xia Xiaoman, they all made the same action the moment they climbed out of the sand dune: spitting sand.
Jiannanchun originally said it beautifully.
He said that he would not be so unlucky and would not encounter a black sandstorm easily.
Unexpectedly, they encountered a head-on blow on the first night.
Fortunately, there are two Jindan monks in the team.
They sensed in advance that the black sandstorm was coming. Without saying a word, they dug a pit in the ground and the four of them hid in the pit. Jian Nanchun used "Qianji" to make a cover and made a temporary "basement". Four
People hid under the sand and finally avoided this wave of black sandstorm.
Although they did not witness the horror of the black sandstorm with their own eyes, continuous vibrations came from above the Thousand Machine Umbrella all night long. Even now, Jian Nanchun's hand holding the umbrella is still shaking involuntarily, as if the umbrella is broken.
Several people climbed out of the sand.
Jian Nanchun looked sad.
At this moment, the white paper umbrella transformed by his show-off Thousand Machine Sword was full of bumps and even had a few small holes.
Yi Lin used a "cleaning technique" on himself, brushing it from head to toe. He accidentally saw the miserable state of Qian Ji Sword and burst into laughter: "Brother Jian, your sword... doesn't seem to last long."
"What are you talking about!"
Jian Nanchun endured the heartache, quickly squeezed out a few drops of blood essence, dropped them on the paper umbrella, and then put it away.
When he remembered that Chao Rushuang was still waiting for him to rescue him somewhere in the sand sea, he felt less pain. Jian Nanchun regained his composure, and Yun Danfeng smiled softly: "Thousand Machine Sword is not an ordinary flying sword."
The sword is ever-changing and has endless mysteries. Senior brother only needs a few drops of essence and blood to nourish the sword spirit, and it can be repaired as before in the blink of an eye."
"Strange." On the side, Li Qianqian finished vomiting the sand, patted the dust on his body as if nothing had happened, and wondered: "It is said that in the black wind and sand sea, black sand storms may not be encountered even once a month, so why did we encounter one just after we came in?"
Where is it?"
After Yi Lin finished cleaning, she coughed twice and remained silent.
Of course, after Li Qianqian said to herself, she didn't worry about it anymore and just treated it as a small probability event.
The four of them tidied up and got back on the road.
In the raging black sandstorm that night, the four of them stayed under the sand all night, alone and alone. But when they saw the sky again, they found that the shape of the surrounding sand dunes had completely changed. Not far away, the original shape had changed.
It was a flat desert land, but after one night, a stretch of continuous sand dunes hundreds of meters high rose up out of thin air, resembling a mountain range, which was amazing.
This kind of power that can change the world in a blink of an eye is not easy for even a golden elixir monk to achieve. This is completely the power of heaven and earth, the anger of nature. From this side, we can see the terrifying power of the black sandstorm last night.
at.
After Jian Nanchun put away the Thousand Machine Sword, as the leader of the team, he took the initiative to walk in front of a few people and comforted: "You don't have to worry, we encountered a black sandstorm before going deep into the depths of the sand sea. It is not necessarily a bad thing.
.Maybe if we go further in, we won’t encounter him again.”
"Cough cough cough..."
Yi Lin kept coughing beside her.
He really wanted to stop Brother Jian from setting a flag for him, but he didn't know how to speak.
Li Qianqian nodded and agreed.
Yi Lin once again used the water in the water bag and performed the "Water Mirror Tracking Technique" in front of Li Qianqian.
This time, there was no longer one red and one green on the water mirror, but two red and one green, a total of three light spots that flickered on and off.
Li Qianqian also came up and secretly said something outrageous.
This tracking spell is too intuitive, right?
On the two red dots, "one" is written next to one of the red dots, and "two" is written next to the other red dot. The first is the location of Chao Rushuang, and the second is the coordinates left by Yilin before entering the sand sea.
The origin position, everything is clear at a glance.
"Hey, Junior Brother Lin, can Senior Sister learn this weird spell of yours?"
Li Qianqian's eyes were hot, but she was not shy. She squeezed forward directly, surrounded by the fragrant wind, her charming eyes were like silk, her index finger was in her mouth, and she acted like "I can do whatever you want as long as you are willing to teach me."
Before Yi Lin could refuse, Xia Xiaoman's face turned red with anger, like a ripe apple. She pushed Li Qianqian away fiercely: "Sister, please respect yourself!"
"Oh, Junior Brother Lin and I are joking around. Junior Sister, please don't get involved. You're not as old as me!"
As Li Qianqian spoke, she straightened out her plump and round pectoralis major muscles. It was easy to misunderstand. When she said big, did she mean "bigger" by "seniority" or "bigger by age"? After she stood up, Li Qianqian smiled half-heartedly.
Staring at Xia Xiaoman, it seemed that he could see through Xia Xiaoman's thoughts.
"It's okay, junior sister understands me." Yi Lin smiled calmly and said, "Because I was just about to say, senior sister, please respect yourself."
Li Qianqian: "..."
…
Li Qianqian is worried.
She knew that it was not easy to dig out some secrets from Junior Brother Lin in front of so many people.
Her smile did not change, as if she did not understand the meaning of "rejecting people thousands of miles away" in Yi Lin's words, and waved her little hand: "I hate it~ Junior Brother Lin is really good at joking."
Before this little episode could even be interrupted, the four of them were back on the road.
Jian Nanchun had no intention of joking at all. Following the positioning of Yilin's "Water Mirror Tracking Technique", they re-locked the direction towards Rushuang. They meditated on the spot and breathed out. After almost recovering, they rose up with their swords again and headed towards the positioning.
galloping in the direction.
Li Qianqian rode the spirit snake, but it didn't consume much, and he seemed to be able to do it with ease and didn't break a sweat.
Yi Lin is cheating, so there is no pressure at all.
But this long journey is undoubtedly a big challenge for Xia Xiaoman. As she flies, she can no longer chat while flying like others. She can only grit her teeth and silently operate her skills.
, dense fine sweat gradually broke out on his smooth forehead.
Yi Lin was really impressed by Xia Xiaoman.
Junior sister, she seems to regard this trip to the sand sea as an experience.
After the blood was shed to recognize the master, the Frost Snow Sword was a little awkward at first, but the Frost Snow Sword and Xia Xiaoman had an excellent compatibility. After a few days of running in, Xia Xiaoman could easily control the Frost Snow Sword, and the sword was flying steadily.
, rush when you want, turn when you want, very skillful.
In the vast sea of sand, it was impossible to distinguish between east, west and north. When the four of them got tired, they rested where they were. After meditating, they continued to take off. They flew for a whole day.
The scope of this black wind and sand sea is wider than imagined. After flying for two days, there is still no end of black sand in front of us, which makes people feel helpless and helpless.
At night.
When I fly to an unknown corner,
The smooth breathing of the four people stopped at the same time.
There is a familiar heaviness in the air again.
"again?"
Jian Nanchun was shocked.
Li Qianqian's face changed drastically. She never expected that the black sandstorm that happened last night would come again tonight!
Why are you still here!
Yi Lin reacted faster than them. She immediately pulled Xia Xiaoman and landed on the sand dune. She chose a place and waved to the ashen-faced Jian Nanchun: "Brother Jian, come here quickly. This is a suitable place for digging holes! Yours
The Thousand Machine Sword has endless mysteries, so it must have almost recovered!"
When Jian Nanchun heard this, his face turned dark, he stretched out his fingers and shook them, but in the end he couldn't say anything. He fell down beside Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman, his palm skills flew, and he landed with his true essence.
Dig out a big hole.
…
This journey is destined to be painful for Jian Nanchun.
He had no reason to refuse.
Because Chao Rushuang is deep in the sea of sand.
But what he didn't expect was that what happened in the Black Wind Sand Sea was completely inconsistent with the legend!
What about once a month?
Is it promised that ordinary people will not encounter black sandstorms?
Ten days later.
When the four of them crawled out of the sand pit again and spat the sand out of their mouths skillfully, they all seemed to have the same word written on their faces - "It hurts".
This is already the tenth time.
They walked in the black sand sea for ten days and encountered ten black sand storms.
After the encounter, as soon as he sensed something was wrong, Jian Nanchun didn't need anyone else to remind him. He took the initiative to dig a hole, squat down, and put on a hood, a whole set of techniques to avoid the black storm, all in one go, and he was extremely skilled.
Jian Nanchun had a dark face and shook the Qian Ji Sword. The "white paper" on the paper umbrella was almost torn, as if it had been stabbed back and forth by something. Only the ribs were left on the umbrella. It looked extremely miserable.
, no longer has the character of the past.
"Alas~~Junior sister, junior sister, where are you?"
Jian Nanchun lamented as he squeezed a few more drops of blood onto the Thousand Machine Sword, making his face pale.
In these ten days, Jian Nanchun has lost a lot of weight, as if a layer of flesh has been blown away by the wind and sand, which makes everyone feel heartbroken.
But Yi Lin didn't feel distressed at all. He secretly stuffed a chicken leg wrapped in oilcloth into Xia Xiaoman's arms, kicked the skateboard up to the sky, and while repositioning Chao Rushuang,
From a height, observe the terrain changes after the black sand storm rages.
suddenly,
Yi Lin, who was performing the Water Mirror Technique on the high-altitude skateboard, was slightly stunned.
I saw that in the smooth water mirror, there should have been two small dots, two red and one green, on the radar, but only one dot remained.