The first place marked on the map is the "Land of Wind" two thousand miles away. Mu Ziyun felt depressed all the way. He didn't understand why there was such a note in the kit, but there were such weird words on the note. There was no prescribed time or order for opening the nine kits. He even now You can open all the tips, but what should you do if you still hear words like "Kill Mu Ziyun and you will be free"? Mu Ziyun didn't understand what Zhai Qiuzi and Ge Yuan were doing. Will he need to sacrifice his life at some point in the future?
He was a suspicious and restless person, and he couldn't feel at ease, so he kept venting his anger on Xiao Si. Mu Ziyun grabbed Xiao Si's body with both hands and kept spinning him in circles. Xiao Si was playing happily and laughing non-stop. Mu Ziyun suddenly burst out with murderous intent, and said to Xiao Si in a cold voice: "Give you three breaths and turn it into a divine weapon for me."
"Uh hahahahaha...Master...hahaha it's so itchy, I can't do it."
"Nonsense" Mu Ziyun punched Xiaosi's head with both fists, "That pig comes from the same place as you. It can turn into a pillar. You should also change something, change it quickly!"
Xiubing also patted Xiaosi's body excitedly, urging it to transform. Xiaosi closed his eyes and worked hard. After a long time, nothing happened. Xiaosi said helplessly: "Look, I really don't have such a skill. Even if I do, I don't remember it."
Kite asked suspiciously: "Since Xiao Si is related to that statue, is there any artifact in mythology that goes with the 'Dinghai Divine Needle'?"
Lingdang shook his head and retorted: "That's not right, Xiao Si has never left Shi Jingyuan, which is the site of the Domu era, and the myths and legends about the 'Dinghai Divine Needle' can only be traced back to the end of the 'Age of Gods'. I doubt that The real name of the artifact is not 'Dinghai Shenzhen', and the myths and legends in the world are all millions of years old."
Mu Ziyun took out "Chuifenglu" and looked it up. As expected by Lingdang, the record about "Dinghai Shenzhen" in "Chuifenglu" only ended 7.5 million years ago, and in the record, this pillar He has always been a loner, never having a clear partner or opponent.
Taking this opportunity, Mu Ziyun looked up the "Hometown of the Wind". According to the records in "Blowing the Wind", the "Hometown of the Wind" was originally the site of the "Bizuo" civilization. Later, the Kasma tribe migrated here, and It has thrived to this day, and that place is right at the entrance of the canyon. Strong winds flow all year round and have not stopped for thousands of years. Other than that, there are no other valuable resources.
Du Xiaoyue said suspiciously: "The Casma tribe? Are they the big-headed guys in the Four Beast Realm? Aren't they the most intelligent creatures? If there are no resources there, why have they been stationed there for so long?"
"You'll know once you go there."
The group of people flew for a long time this time, and landed at a mountain lake. They rested for a whole day and night, and traveled intermittently. It was not until more than twenty days later that they finally arrived at the "Land of Winds".
The first thing that catches the eye are the two high cliffs due to the west. The cliffs are full of stone walls, stretching as far as the north and south as far as the eye can see. There is a chasm between the high cliffs, and a yellow sun is rising and rising in it. No matter from which angle you look at it, that chasm is the end point of the setting sun. Before this spectacle, there is a mountainous area where duckweeds are uncertain, and the mountains and plains are covered with trees. When the wheat was harvested, the wind was surging, and the green waves of wheat rose and fell. People walked into it. The ears of wheat were already as high as their waists. The wheat that was trampled down stood up in a short time, leaving no trace of when they came. It is a bunch of leaves in the ocean immersed in colorful clouds.
After walking a hundred steps and climbing up a hillside, the spectacle became even more spectacular. As we got closer to the gorge, the wind became stronger and the setting sun beat down on the wheat, just like early autumn.
"This is not the food that should be available in this season," Du Xiaoyue said, "This is not wheat, it's just like..."
"The world is different, and nature is different everywhere." Kite fell in love with this beautiful scenery. She walked dozens of steps, stretched out her arms, closed her eyes, and smelled the green aroma of wheat. After a while, countless wheat floated on the sea. The green light spots fluttered lightly onto the kite, but did not penetrate. Instead, they scattered around and returned to the sea of wheat.
Wangxiang was immersed in this "portrait" of the goddess, and felt that the land had become dozens of times more vibrant because of the arrival of the kite. Where the kite went, the creatures would always have endless food and things to do. Endless dreams.
Mu Ziyun also liked the peaceful scenery. His fingertips slid between the wheat ears, and he wanted to do something, but the wind started and the wheat leaves were blown away. Everything was just right. It seemed that no matter what he did, All it can bring is destruction. Sometimes, he really envied these people with their gentle strength.
After a while, several strange objects flew out of the chasm, several creatures with big heads, flying on a strange instrument. The instrument was divided into three parts. The bottom was in the shape of a trumpet, with the opening facing In front of me, there was a steady flow of romance. The middle part is a thin rod, but it is equipped with layers of mechanisms. The top part is two paddles inserted into the same iron block. When the wind flows into the horn, the wind force is transmitted through the mechanisms on the thin rod. Given the oar, the oar spun and the entire device flew away, while the Kasma creature grasped a mechanism on the thin pole, stepped on the horn, and flew leisurely.
Fang Tianmu found out the energy of those Kasma tribesmen and found that their highest level of cultivation was not at the level of the Long people, so he immediately relaxed his vigilance.
A Kasma tribesman fell in front of everyone, but instead of stepping on the wheat field, he floated on the wheat field. Xibing was attracted by the weird flying instrument and ran up to touch it left and right. The Kasma tribe member was not angry either. He shook his big head and asked in human language: "Why did you come all the way?"
"I'm lost," Tang Daoyuan put down the scroll and replied.
The Kasma people immediately replied: "You can't get here if you get lost. What do you want to get?"
Just as Mu Ziyun was thinking about how to answer, the Kasma tribesman said again: "It's better to sit down first and then talk slowly."
Without seeing what tricks it used, nine identical flying instruments rose up from the sea of wheat. Everyone stood on them cautiously, not expecting them to be particularly stable. The Kasma people said: "It's going to be a favorable wind when you go back, so you have to step on it firmly."
It turned the thin rod, and the direction of the horn was reversed. The wind flow came in from the narrow opening and still drove the wind paddle. Everyone slowly rose into the air. In the favorable wind, the instrument flew faster and faster, although the mechanism on the rod Quite a few, but after groping, everyone quickly mastered the door. Xiubing and Xiaosi had a great time playing, flying around in the air, and the sound of yo ho echoed in the sky.
The wind was very loud, and Mu Ziyun shouted to the Kasma tribesmen on the side: "We are just here for a stroll. There is no special purpose. Everything happens as it happens."
"The only way to get here is what humans often call 'fate.'" the Casma tribesman replied.
"Oh? Is this place hidden? Only creatures with destiny can find it?"
"This is the hometown of the wind, and you are all destined to be brought here by the wind."
I don’t know when the sun in the sky became too big. They were like a group of wooden dragonflies, playing in front of the setting sun.
