"The sandstorm is coming!"
The lonely musicians in the welcoming pavilion ran into the inn in a panic, while the meddlesome people were busy exploring outside.
The sky suddenly became dark, and only a ray of light could be seen in the south.
People were pressing their messy hair, and the sound of strong wind tearing wine flags could be heard in their ears. Dust was raised from the ground, which was not very good, like yellow mist.
The hoarse sound of the strings in the strong wind was deep and chaotic. A young man shouted to the red rope man in the pavilion, "Come back quickly, it's dangerous outside!"
The elder beside him held his shoulders and shook his head, "Don't worry about it."
The young man didn't realize that the person was a man, and said with a feeling of pity and pity, "That's a mortal. She was hit by a sandstorm and was either dead or disabled. Why don't you care? We have to let her come back."
"Hey, she is not an ordinary person, she is a sinner, a sinner trapped here by an extremely powerful person."
The young man was startled. He wanted to ask but saw the cold eyes of his elders. He turned to look at other people. They were either cryptic or unwilling to delve deeper, or they were accustomed to it. The young man fell silent knowingly.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the black color is getting thicker in the north. The wind and sand have gathered on the city wall, and are pressing towards this side!
People took a breath of air-conditioning and said, "This sandstorm must be hundreds of kilometers long at least!"
"Quick! We're about to overwhelm you. Let the store owner activate the protective formation!"
When the protective formation was activated, the doors and windows were closed, sealing the inn with great force.
Although the inn was protected, it did not prevent them from hearing the sounds outside. The sounds were like an irrational beast that covered the sky and destroyed vegetation, hills, and houses wantonly.
"He Lao, how are you?"
Beside the table that was covered by the guards, there was not only the young man, but also an old man in a long gown. The old man had a gray beard and a serious expression, "Allow me to divine again."
Qi Huan waited quietly. He had already witnessed He Lao's ability, so he would not lose confidence in him just because He Lao could not determine the place of opportunity again and again. On the contrary, he was even more worried.
He Lao is so uncertain, which shows that the impact of this opportunity will be huge. It involves so many things that it is difficult to make a final conclusion in one word.
Dengdengdeng, a man came down from the stairs. He had a square head, big ears and a beard. He was wearing a tiger-print leather armor and a big robe. The store owner hurriedly ran forward and said, "Third Master, you are here."
Except for some ignorant monks, everyone else greeted him with their hands.
Without him, this third master is the owner of this inn, one of the most famous monks in the northwest, and a strong person in the realm of death and life.
The Third Master nodded to everyone and stopped at Qi Huan's table, "How come Mr. Jingyao, why do you have time to come to this place?"
"Senior is joking, this place is rich in minerals and has outstanding people, so why is it so ruined?"
The Third Master laughed a few times and said, "Young master, you are welcome. It happens that the two leaders of Ba Tuo and Wan tribe are drinking above. Why don't we go have a drink together."
Qi Huan was in a heavy mood. Not long after he arrived in the icy wilderness, his identity was discovered by a local monk. It seemed that this place was also very well-informed about the information about Nanfeng Continent.
"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders." He followed the third master upstairs, wanting to see what medicine the third master was selling in his gourd.
As soon as they went up, the lobby suddenly became several times more lively.
"Is he really the master of Nanfeng Continent?"
"This experience is extraordinary. Is it because of the ruins?"
"Hoho, I have seen several incredible people today. In addition to the strong foreigners who have settled here, strong men from the aboriginal tribes have also appeared."
Zhan Changfeng, a newcomer, couldn't understand what they were saying at all, and they seemed to be trying to avoid taboos, speaking very vaguely.
But soon, the messenger came.
The leader of the caravan, his wife and the guys finished their meal and when they were about to pay the bill, they found that Zhan Changfeng paid the bill for them and came over to thank them.
Zhan Changfeng protected them from the attacks of ferocious beasts and the pursuit of robbers on the road. The leader and his wife were willing to be good friends and helped her open a room to rest. Unexpectedly, she paid for their meals, and food in the wasteland is expensive. , this meal will cost more than one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones.
"Thank you for the hospitality." The leader did not refuse to argue with her and thanked her heartily.
"It's just a favor, no need to say thank you." Zhan Changfeng asked the leader and his wife to sit down for a cup of tea and asked, "I'm new here and I don't know much about some things. I would like to ask you two, is there anything special about this sandstorm? How do you feel about the store? Are all the monks waiting for it?"
The leader and his wife looked at each other and laughed together, "Actually, this is not a secret to the locals."
"It is said that there is a cave in the Longxi Corridor, which was the residence of a peerless powerful man thousands of years ago. After the great man died, he left behind a sentence, saying, 'The black wind destroyed the world and the ancient building opened.'"
"It's strange to say that the Longxi Corridor is a bit desolate, but there were rarely sandstorms in the past. If you are proud of your ability to fall, these sandstorms come every once in a while. Because of this, everyone thinks that when the sandstorm comes, that cave will be destroyed. Show traces.”
"It's a pity that it's been thousands of years, and I still haven't found any trace of the cave. Some people say that the focus is on the 'Black Wind Destroys the World'. The previous sandstorms were not strong enough. I don't see any caves or ancient buildings. Maybe they are just a group of people who want to take advantage of the opportunity." Crazy people made it up themselves.”
The leader and his wife explained the purpose of the monks in the room with one word and anecdote.
Zhan Changfeng recalled the moment when he entered the Longxi Corridor and his heart palpitated. Maybe there was really a cave where strong people lived here. "Thousands of years ago, it was indeed a long time. Do you two know who the so-called peerless strong people are? I just heard that before The man with the red rope in the welcoming pavilion was trapped here by a peerless powerful man. Could it be that he has also lived for a thousand years?"
"No one knows the name of the peerless powerhouse. We only know that he is very strong. As for that person, we don't know, but there are rumors that he is not a human, but a demon. Anyway, he can't step out of the pavilion and has no cultivation. Because, it means living longer.”
Over there, He Lao, who was next to Qi Huan, also learned from the local monks that "The Black Wind Destroyed the World Ancient Tower" opened. His eyes were shining brightly, and he was rushing so hard that he finally didn't miss it. This is it!
The inn shook suddenly like a child who had been pushed.
The Third Master said, "I'm going to repair the formation, and I'll ask a few of you for help!"
As the leaders of the powerful tribes in the northwest, Bato Shende and Wangu's strength cannot be underestimated. They are both strong in the realm of life and death.
The inn was the place to stay at the moment, and everyone could clearly understand the pros and cons. They didn't hesitate at all and took action without hesitation.
I saw Bato Shende's handprint formula changing. With him as the origin, the semicircular light film rippled like water and penetrated into the wall beams. The earthquake in the inn suddenly eased, and its ability to withstand pressure doubled.
At the same time, Wan Gu took out a round mirror surrounded by two dragons. The mirror was suspended in mid-air, and the brilliance of the mirror seemed to be like a dragon singing softly.
This is her famous weapon, the Dragon Chanting Mirror.
This mirror has the effect of deterring all visible and invisible things. Under the gentle chant, natural disasters will not invade, and the inn has completely calmed down.
Because of this incident, no matter what they were doing, they all gathered in the lobby. They looked up at the Dragon Chanting Mirror. The Dragon Chanting Mirror can reflect reality and reality within a thousand miles. However, at this time, the reflection in the mirror was nothing but drowsiness.
"Oh my God, this sandstorm is not just a hundred kilometers away, it's clearly a thousand kilometers away!"
"We actually encountered a black storm!"
"What can I do? I can only pray that it ends quickly!"
So what if you have strength, what if you become a monk. In the final analysis, you are not separated from others. Even if you can't avoid man-made disasters, how can you call it a natural disaster?
Ordinary sandstorms were fine, but they were so unlucky to encounter a black storm that dried up rivers and wiped out all human traces wherever they passed!
People couldn't help but fixate on Ba Tuo Shende and Wan Gu, two strong men in the life and death realm, seeking some comfort.
But Bato Shende and Wan Gu couldn't hide their smiles, Black Storm, Black Storm!
The wait is finally here!
