Chapter 947 (1/2)
At any rate, all of the walkers are practitioners. Their feet are very fast. After only a month's effort, they have reached the foot of the Kunlun mountain. The towering Kunlun ancestral vein spans the southern continent and Xiniu Hezhou. It is the natural boundary between the two big states. The long yellow sand Gobi of Xiniu Hezhou has a trace of softness brought by the melting snow on the Kunlun mountain.
Many oases are shaped by winding rivers on the Gobi desert. They follow the river and form a string, just like green pearls strung with silver wires in the yellow sand of the Gobi.
This is a no man's land in Wanli wilderness. The walkers have walked along the river on the Gobi for three days, because the speed of climbing clouds is slow. In addition to crossing mountains, rivers, wind eroded rocks and long-standing rugged terrain in the river valley, they have to set up wind and cloud. At other times, they either use God foot pass (Buddha bhikkhu), paste armour and horse yellow amulets, or use evasion, In short, each shows his magic power and dare not fall behind.
”Most of the rivers here originate from Tanggula and the snow peaks in Kunlun. Along this dry river, you should be at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains not far away!” Chen ang showed them the way.
Someone doubted, ”the topography of ancient times is so different from that of later generations! Why are you sure?”
”It's terrible here!” the old scholar muttered, ”the yuan magnetic divine light I cultivated can't identify the direction after entering the Gobi! The wind evil spirit blowing the day before yesterday is as strong as a steel knife, and the black sand is like cold iron mixed in the evil spirit. It's not flesh and blood, even the refined gold magic weapon can't stand it!”
”You fool!” the old Taoist Qingchen said angrily: ”You dare to protect yourself with Yuan magnetic divine light in the black wind evil spirit. As a result, the high-altitude vigorous wind and the black evil spirit storm intersect, and the essence of fine iron in the black sand is also attracted by you. The intersection between the sky and the earth evil spirit turns into a divine thunder xuancha. With the help of the black sand of gold and iron, it turns into ninety-nine heavy gold wind and evil spirit thunder... The heaven disaster is not so terrible! I live for more than 350 years, Fortunately, I'm about to see the Taoist priest. I almost asked you to kill me! ”
”Last time!” the butcher scolded angrily, ”you flew across the valley with the magic light of yuanci, and you ran fast. I was shocked when I met the valley behind you. Mixed poisonous water erupted upward, and all plants, birds and animals died within hundreds of miles. If I hadn't given up a life saving talisman and turned into light and fled, the mixed poisonous water would turn into pus!”
”And last time you startled the valley demon, puffed out the miasma, and almost made me swallow alive!”
”I was almost killed by you, too! The voice called our names. You didn't look back and ran fast. You didn't remind me. I was careless. Looking back, I almost died in the hands of the demon. If it weren't for the rescue of senior Chen ang... Senior gave me a magic secret that can call people's souls. Why don't you give me an explanation. Don't blame me for calling your name.”
The old scholar has already provoked resentment among people and made public anger. Now some people take the lead in denouncing him. Seeing that many of the walkers are rubbing their hands, they want to give him a good look. He has to admit his mistake carefully, make amends everywhere, promise many benefits, and he is knowledgeable. There are many useful places among the walkers, so he has not been besieged by the crowd.
Besides! The old scholar is proficient in evasion, and his best skill is to run for his life. He is also timid and alert. He always adheres to the attitude of running for his life. Although he often makes trouble, he can run for his life first. That's why many people are killed. If Chen ang and several others recognize that there are so many people here It's really impossible to take him if the master doesn't take action.
The old scholar wanted to change the topic. He was very sensitive to the surrounding environment. He noticed that there was something wrong ahead. He quickly pointed forward and exclaimed, ”look at the oasis. It seems different?”
They used their magic powers and peeped ahead. Sure enough, there seemed to be a trace of people in a riverside oasis a hundred miles away, but it was the meal point at this time, but there was no smoke.
Several people with high mana set up a light escape. Within a moment, they landed in the oasis. The middle-aged demon road just landed. They couldn't help shouting, and others looked dignified. In the oasis, bones were scattered everywhere. Some dried corpses seemed to be struggling, with ferocious expressions, and seemed to die in great pain.
Old Taoist Qingchen looked around and said, ”these should be nomadic ghost Fangrong people. I don't know why the whole tribe is dead! I looked around and found that the fierce Yin here is very strong, with a trace of ferocity. It should be plague or filth that killed people. But the people here didn't die suddenly. I looked at the back and there are many newly piled tombs The whole tribe should have struggled for a month and buried nearly half of its population before it was suddenly slaughtered“
The butcher, a strong man, stood in front of the two skeletons and looked a little confused. As the walkers continued to feel that they had a judgment on the situation, they thought that it should be not far from the 100 countries of Kunlun. Coming to Kunlun Mountain is where the ghost nomads are located. Passing through the ghost, they came to Hetao plain where the Yi canal is located.
After only a few steps in the tribal ruins, someone smelled an extremely strange smell, a bit like the smell of wild animals, with a strong smell of decay. Several people came up to have a look. It turned out to be a row of pottery pots, neatly arranged in a row, placed under the wall. Someone came up to have a look curiously and couldn't help shouting.
”There are heads in these cans!”
The old scholar gathered up and sure enough, he saw the belly of the jar. There was a tightly packed black ball. He broke one and saw the round head rolling out. It was a head, or the head of the ghost dog Rong. His eyes were wide and his face was extremely ferocious.
One of the passers-by said in a trembling voice, ”the mouth of this jar should not be stuffed with a head!”
As soon as everyone looked, the opening of the jar was only the size of a fist. Not to mention a head, even the radius of the neck was larger than it. Someone sneered: ”thanks to you, you are still a practitioner. You can do such small things with the skill of shrinking things.” he raised an empty jar next to him and put it on his head. It was really easy to put his head in.