The figure of an old man appeared out of thin air in front of the convoy. The green bull pulling the cart slowly stopped and mooed twice towards the disembodied old man.
"I heard it, I've prepared delicious food, go on your own."
The old man reached out and brushed the horns of a green cow, pointed to a small courtyard with low walls not far behind him and said cheerfully.
That look was like looking at one's own children and grandchildren with adoration.
After the Green Bull convoy drove away, the old man raised his eyes and looked deep into the grass. He saw Rong Fei and others dancing and looking crazy, and he smiled sincerely.
“It’s been so lively for a long time, it’s great!”
At this time, a small illusory beast with a single horn and lightning flashing from time to time jumped out of the grass and came to the old man's feet.
The little beast's expression was mixed with a hint of grievance, and his little head kept rubbing against the old man's trouser legs, making a chirping sound.
Deep in the grass, a palm-sized bird with feathers as white as jade and an illusory figure flapped its wings and hovered over Rong Fei and the other three groups.
Every time the white jade bird flaps its wings, a gentle breeze will blow to the three groups of visitors below.
A small pangolin-like animal in the grass stuck out its butt, and its two short front legs clacked hard, raising some dust and sand.
The old man knelt down, picked up the unicorn who ran to his feet to express his grievances, and held him in his arms, patting him gently while coaxing him.
"Don't be sad. How about letting your brothers and sisters help you vent your anger."
"Chirp...chirp..."
The unicorn beast swept away its tired expression and shouted happily.
"Ha ha ha ha…"
The old man laughed loudly, then waved his hand towards the depths of the grass, and immediately nine light spots of different colors appeared in the void behind him.
In an instant, the nine light points transformed into nine illusory little beasts of different shapes, either neighing or roaring and rushing towards the depths of the grass.
"Just have fun, don't hurt the lives of the guests."
The old man did not forget to give his final advice.
"Liao Fan, where should we go?"
Wei Junxian asked the young monk.
Although the sandstorm cannot cause much damage or loss to the people in Shushan, they are trapped in it, unable to see or distinguish things, and this ruins is really weird and tight, so it is better to leave this area as soon as possible.
The little monk closed his eyes and felt it carefully for a while, then raised his hand and pointed in a direction.
"there."
After hearing this, everyone in Shushan was about to move in the direction indicated by the little monk, but they saw a confused look on Fan's face, pointing his fingers in the opposite direction, and said in an uncertain tone.
"And here."
Wei Junxian's face darkened, and he was about to speak, but when he saw Fan, he pointed to the sky and said.
"Up there..."
"The little bald donkey's skin is itchy and it needs a beating."
A Shushan disciple said angrily.
"Everything little monk says is true and there is no deception... Donor, be careful!"
Before he finished speaking, a golden Buddha statue with angry eyes immediately appeared around Liao Fan.
Ouyang Liuyun reacted very quickly and pushed the mysterious man, who was completely covered in a burqa, to Fan's side.
"Protect her!"
At the same time, the awe-inspiring energy in his body surged out, protecting himself within it.
The other Shushan disciples also used Haoran Qi to protect their bodies like Ouyang Liuyun.
Wei Junxian clapped his palm in the direction that the little monk Liao Fan pointed just now. His palm turned into a huge palm and collided with a pair of huge black antlers emerging from the wind and sand.
Bang~
The palm formed by Haoran Qi was shaken away, but the pair of black antlers only paused for a moment, and then continued to emerge from the sand.
The antlers are actually three to four feet tall. I don't know what kind of behemoth the antlers will become in the future.
"Yo~"
A strange roar rang out from the sand. Wei Junxian was shaken, and the corners of his eyes almost burst. Ouyang Liuyun and other Shushan disciples were even more unbearable. Even though they had the aura of awe to protect their bodies, they were still shaken by the strange roar. He fell to the ground.
Only the young monk and the mysterious man, who were protected by the glaring Buddha statue, were not affected at all.
Wei Junxian saw this and rushed to the young monk. The golden Buddha statue that could block the thunder and wind and sand did not hinder him at all.
"Donor Wei, what are you doing..."
Before he could finish his words, Wei Junxian had already grabbed his shoulder and smashed it towards the pair of antlers that had been fully exposed.
Bang~
The golden Buddha statue collided with the huge antlers, making a loud noise.
The giant thing behind the antlers roared and shrank back into the sand, and the little monk disappeared along with it.
Wei Junxian just breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed something strange on the ground.
Looking down, I saw that a layer of ice had formed on the sand at some point, and I heard a strange noise that couldn't even be covered up by the howling wind.
Without any time to think, Wei Junxian quickly used Haoran Qi to protect his body.
The next moment, three crystal clear ice spikes were seen shooting out from the sand and dust, hitting the air shield formed by Haoran Qi and shattering.
Then more and more ice spikes shot out from all around and above the head, like a rain of ice spikes.
The protective air shields used by everyone in Shushan made a loud banging sound as they were hit, and the Haoran energy was consumed violently.
But although the Haoran Qi Mask resisted the ice spikes all over the sky, it could not withstand the invisible, all-pervasive icy cold air, and a layer of white frost soon appeared on his body.
On the other side, despite their bodies being covered by sand and dust, the four people in the Demon Palace who were hiding underground and thought they were safe were also attacked.
Countless thick and ferocious tree roots emerged from the depths of the ground, tying the four people tightly and shrinking them tighter and tighter. They were actually in a posture to strangle the four people to death and crush them to pieces.
Strange music sounded in the ears of the four people. Sometimes it was ethereal and charming, making people's blood impetuous, and sometimes it was desolate and simple, making people feel fearful. There were faint signs of losing control of the spiritual energy in their bodies.
The wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind.
The roaring wind unexpectedly ignited huge flames at some point. The wind and fire complemented each other, forming a flame tornado that trapped Rong Fei, Bai Zizai, and Murong Canghai in it.
"This situation reminds me of a famous dish in Kyoto - roast duck in a hanging oven."
Bai Zizai looked around and sighed, then pushed Rong Fei and urged.
"Why are you still standing there? Quickly cast a spell and ask for rain to extinguish the fire."
"Previous agreement..."
"What agreement? We are one generation, three brothers. What's mine is yours, what's yours is his, and what's his is our three's, no matter how we divide it."
After getting the answer he wanted, Rong Fei raised his hand and said - Rain is coming!
The pouring rain fell out of thin air, but most of it was immediately blown away by the strong wind. The remaining rain only made the temperature around the three people drop a little, and later turned into a cooked roast duck.
"This is just a bit of skill, and I have the nerve to negotiate some bullshit agreement with this young master."
Bai Zizai said angrily.
Rong Fei's face was a little confused, and he waved his flowery hands in the sky.
"The rain is coming - the rain is coming - the rain is coming..."
As the saying goes, a little makes a lot, and sand makes a tower. Even though the heavy rain caused by it every time is as useless as before, it can't stand up to the free use of money.
Rong Fei's use of magical powers only consumes physical strength, but he was first tempered with spiritual energy and then strengthened by body refining techniques. Now his physical strength is comparable to peak warriors such as Fan Liren and Chang Gaoyuan. It is not a problem to use the magical power of calling wind or calling rain more than ten or twenty times in a row.
Not long after, a small beast with a fiery red body as clear as a ruby jumped into the old man's arms with a groan and was about to cry.
"Okay, okay, don't be sad. That young man has some connections with me. It's good to forgive him this time."
The old man smiled and comforted the little beast.
The flames gradually extinguished, and the surroundings returned to the original situation of wind and sand.
