Chapter 880: 10 Days and 10 Nights

On the Black Wind Desert.

After one night.

In a black sand dune, several figures crawled out of the black sand in a panic.

"Boom~"

Yi Lin pulled her leg out of the sand with a blank expression, making a sound of negative pressure suction.

"Bah bah bah bah!"

Whether it was Jindan monks Jian Nanchun and Li Qianqian, or the pink and cute Xin Linyi and Xia Xiaoman, the moment they climbed out of the sand dune, they all made the same action: spit sand.

Jian Nanchun originally said it beautifully.

It is said that it will not be so unlucky, and it will not easily encounter black sandstorms.

Unexpectedly, on the first night, they encountered a head-on blow.

Fortunately, there are two Jindan monks in the team.

They sensed that the black sandstorm was coming in advance, so they dug a hole in the ground, and the four of them hid in the hole. Jian Nanchun made a cover out of "thousand machines" and made a temporary "basement". The four of them hid under the sand and finally avoided this wave of black sandstorm.

Although they didn't witness the horror of the black sandstorm with their own eyes, there were continuous vibrations from above the Myriad Manifestation Umbrella throughout the night. Until now, Jian Nanchun's hand holding the umbrella is still trembling involuntarily, as if the disk is broken.

Several people crawled out from the sand.

Jian Nanchun was weeping.

At this moment, the white paper umbrella transformed by his special Qianji Sword for pretense was full of bumps, and even had a few small holes.

Yi Lin put a "cleaning technique" on himself, brushing from head to toe, he accidentally saw the miserable condition of Qianji Sword, and laughed dumbfoundedly: "Brother Jian, your sword...doesn't seem to last long."

"What are you talking about!"

Enduring the pain in his heart, Jian Nanchun quickly squeezed out a few drops of blood, dripped it on the paper umbrella, and then put it away.

As soon as he remembered that Chao Rushuang was still waiting for him to rescue him somewhere in the sand sea, the pain stopped. Jian Nanchun regained his composure, and smiled lightly: "The Qianji Sword is not an ordinary flying sword. It is ever-changing and infinitely mysterious. Brother only needs a few drops of blood essence to accumulate the sword spirit, and it can be restored in a blink of an eye. "

"Strange." On the side, Li Qianqian patted the sand on her body nonchalantly after spitting out the sand,

Puzzled: "It is said that in the black wind and sand sea, black sandstorms may not be encountered once a month. Why did we encounter them just after we came in?"

After cleaning, Yi Lin coughed lightly and did not speak in silence.

Of course, after Li Qianqian talked to herself, she didn't get entangled anymore, and it was purely a small probability event.

The four of them finished tidying up and started on the road again.

In the ravages of a black sandstorm overnight, the four of them lived in the sand all night, alone and alone. But when they saw the sun again, they found that the surrounding sand dunes and shapes had all changed. Not far away was originally a flat desert land, but after one night, a continuous sand dune with a height of more than 100 meters rose out of thin air, resembling a mountain range, which is amazing.

This kind of power that can change the world in a blink of an eye is not easy for even a Golden Core cultivator. This is completely the power of heaven and earth and the anger of nature. From this side, we can see the horror of the black sandstorm last night.

After Jian Nanchun put away the Qianji Sword, as the leader of the team, he took the initiative to walk in front of several people and comforted him: "Don't worry, we encountered a black sandstorm before we went deep into the sand sea. It may not be a bad thing. .Maybe if you go further in, you won’t meet again.”

"Cough cough cough..."

Yi Lin was coughing on the side.

He really wanted to stop Brother Jian from standing up for himself, but he didn't know how to speak.

Li Qianqian nodded in agreement.

Yi Lin once again used the water in the bag to perform the "Water Mirror Tracking Technique" in front of Li Qianqian.

This time, instead of one red and one green on the water mirror, it became two red and one green, a total of three light spots, flickering on and off.

Li Qianqian also came up together, secretly thinking that it was outrageous.

This tracking spell is too intuitive, right?

On two red dots, "one" is written next to one red dot, and "two" is written next to the other red dot. One is the position of Chao Rushuang, and the other is the position of the origin of the coordinates left by Yi Lin before entering the sand sea, 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 directly squeezed forward, surrounded by the fragrance, her eyes were like silk, her index finger was in her mouth, and she had a posture of "as long as you are willing to teach you how to think".

Before Yi Lin refused, Xia Xiaoman's face flushed red with anger, like a ripe little apple, she pushed Li Qianqian away suddenly: "Senior sister, please respect yourself!"

"Oh, Junior Brother Lin and I are playing around, please don't get involved, Junior Sister. You are not as old as me!"

As Li Qianqian spoke, she straightened out her full and round pectoralis major. It is easy to be misunderstood. When she said older, did she mean "seniority" or "age". After standing up, Li Qianqian stared at Xia Xiaoman with a half-smile, as if she had seen through Xia Xiaoman's thoughts.

"It's okay, Junior Sister understands me." Yi Lin said with a calm smile, "Because I also wanted to say Senior Sister, please respect yourself."

Li Qianqian: "..."

...

Li Qianqian was determined.

She knew that it was not easy to dig out some secrets from Junior Brother Lin in front of so many people.

She didn't change her smile, as if she didn't understand Yi Lin's words of "rejecting people thousands of miles away", she waved her little hand: "I hate it~ Junior Brother Lin really knows how to joke."

Before this little episode could even be interrupted, the four of them started on the road again.

Jian Nanchun had no intention of joking at all. Following the positioning of Yi Lin's "water mirror tracking technique", they re-locked towards Rushuang's direction. After meditating on the spot and recovering almost, they rose again with the sword and moved towards the positioning run in the direction.

Li Qianqian didn't consume much energy while riding the spirit snake, she seemed to be able to do a job with ease, and she couldn't sweat.

Yi Lin opened up, and there was no pressure.

But this long journey was undoubtedly a big challenge for Xia Xiaoman. Flying and flying, she couldn't chat while flying like other people. She could only grit her teeth and practice the exercises silently. On her smooth forehead, dense sweat gradually broke out.

Yi Lin really admired Xia Xiaoman.

Junior sister, she seems to regard this trip to the sand sea as an experience.

After recognizing the master with a drop of blood, Frost Snow Sword was a little awkward at first, but Frost Snow Sword and Xia Xiaoman got along very well. After a few days of working together, Xia Xiaoman was able to easily control Frost Snow Sword, and the sword flew steadily. , If you want to rush, you can rush, you can turn if you want, very skilled.

In the vast sea of ​​sand, it is difficult to tell the difference between east, west and north. The four of them rested in place when they were tired, and continued to take off after meditating.

The scope of this black wind and sand sea is wider than imagined. After flying for two days, there is still black sand with no end in sight, which makes people feel at a loss and powerless.

In the night.

When I fly to an unknown corner,

The smooth breathing of the four stagnated at the same time.

In the air, there was a familiar sense of heaviness again.

"again?"

Jian Nanchun was startled.

Li Qianqian's expression changed drastically. She never expected that the black sandstorm that just blew last night would come again tonight!

Why are you still here!

Yi Lin reacted faster than them, immediately pulled Xia Xiaoman, landed on the dune, chose a place, and waved to Jian Nanchun, who was ashen-faced: "Brother Jian, come here quickly, this place is suitable for digging holes! The Qianji Sword is infinitely mysterious, it must have almost recovered!"

When Jian Nanchun heard it, his face turned black, his fingers stretched out and trembled, but in the end he couldn't say anything, and he fell obediently beside Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman, his palms fluttered, and with one palm he fell, using his true essence Dig out a big hole.

...

For Jian Nanchun, this journey is destined to be a torment.

He has no reason to refuse.

Because the morning is like frost, it is in the depths of the sand sea.

But what he didn't expect was that what happened in the Black Wind and Sand Sea was greatly inconsistent with the legend!

What about once a month?

It is agreed that ordinary people will not encounter black sandstorms?

ten days later.

When the four of them climbed out of the sandpit again and sprayed the sand in their mouths skillfully "咖咖咖", the four of them seemed to have the same word written on their faces - "egg hurts".

This is already the tenth time.

They walked for ten days in the sea of ​​black wind and sand, and encountered ten black sandstorms.

After being attacked, as soon as he felt something was wrong, Jian Nanchun didn't need anyone to remind him, he took the initiative to dig a hole, squat down, and cover up, a whole set of techniques to avoid the black storm, all done in one go, extremely proficient.

Jian Nanchun's face darkened, and he flicked the Qianji sword. The "white paper" on the paper umbrella was almost torn, as if it had been stabbed back and forth by something, and only the ribs remained on the umbrella, looking very miserable , no longer the old style.

"Ah~~ Junior Sister, Junior Sister, where are you!"

While Jian Nanchun lamented, he squeezed a few more drops of blood on the Qianji Sword, his face paled a little.

In the past 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, and it hurts to see it.

But Yi Lin didn't really feel bad when he said he was distressed. He secretly stuffed a chicken leg wrapped in oilcloth into Xia Xiaoman's arms, kicked the skateboard up into the sky, and while repositioning Chao Rushuang, by the way From a height, observe the terrain changes after the black sandstorm ravages.

suddenly,

On the high-altitude skateboard, Yi Lin, who was performing the water mirror technique, was slightly taken aback.

I saw that in the smooth water mirror, there should have been two small dots, two red and one green, on the radar, but there was only one dot left.

——the only little green light.

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