"This indifference is more terrifying than the rumors, but if you want to get something from that person, how can you not take some risks. The point is that there is another enemy next to him who is watching him, so he doesn't dare to really let it go. "
When the Lei Yao was secretly angry, he felt a little bit in his heart, but when he glanced at it, he saw that the wind demon Mojie looked towards this side with scorching eyes.
"Mojie, what do you mean by the look in your eyes, do you still have the heart to fight with me under these circumstances?" Lei Yao narrowed his eyes and said lightly.
"Hmph, kill the enemy of my beloved son, after this matter, I will settle accounts with you slowly." Feng Yao gave a cold smile, turned his head and ignored him.
"Needless to say such anti-contrary words, when the cultivation base is at the level of you and me, what a heir is. Since you and I have this opportunity to come into this indifference, why don't we join forces temporarily?" After the Lei Yao hehe, Suddenly the conversation turned and said.
"Joining hands, how to join hands? I said I agree, would you be really relieved?" A different color flashed in Mo Jie's eyes, but there was a hint of sarcasm on his face.
"You and I know this indifferent rumors. Since I'm here, I don't plan to come back empty-handed. I believe Brother Mojie is the same. As long as the Daoists are willing to join forces, what can Lie do not worry about? Lie Zhentian heard the words, his heart relaxed, and his expression relaxed a little and said:
But after hearing these words, Mo Jie was silent for a while, and his thoughts turned sharply.
In the name of indifference, in the land of Nanban, there are actually not a few people who know it.
Speaking of it, this black desert is like a mobile space secret, which has appeared in various places in Nanban many times.
However, what really made the name of indifference spread to Nanban was a rumor that happened thousands of years ago.
At that time, someone allegedly broke into the desert, and found a personal treasure of the former Southern Wilderness Lord, Nanhuang Puppet Emperor, on the edge, and brought it out safely.
As soon as this matter spread, it immediately caused a great disturbance in the southern barren land, and the entire Nanban monk was shaken by it, and at the same time the major forces were involved. After hundreds of years of bloody storms, it slowly calmed down.
However, after this incident, although countless people went around to track down the indifferent whereabouts, its traces have remained a mystery.
This indifference often takes decades or even hundreds of years to appear once, and the location is erratic, and it will disappear without a trace in a very short time.
Sometimes it is clear that the major forces have already received news, but when they are sent to rush away, the desert is strangely missing.
Therefore, for thousands of years, there are very few high-ranking monks who have truly entered the indifference.
Even if there are a few who can enter the indifferent casual cultivation, apart from the lucky guy with the treasure at the beginning, there is no other person who can come out of it.
So some people say that indifference is a Jedi.
And the only lucky one was killed by someone else's treasure early, so the true situation in the indifference has not been known for all these years.
But almost all the forces believed that it must have something to do with the Southern Wilderness Puppet Emperor who suddenly disappeared tens of thousands of years ago, and it is very likely that it will be the last place of transformation and inheritance.
However, since it involves the relics of the Nanhuang Puppet Emperor, the profound power, no matter how dangerous it is, the people from the front and the back are naturally eager, even if the two demon of the wind and thunder are in the sky, they can’t resist the temptation. of.
"It's okay to join forces for the time being, but it's only limited to getting out of trouble here. As for whether you can find the remains of the Southern Wilderness Puppeteer in the future, it depends on your own chances." Mo Jie groaned and breathed out a long time later.
"Okay, Fellow Daoist Majesty is really a refreshing person, then it's a deal!" Lie Zhentian said with a big smile when he saw Feng Yao agree.
It's just that both of them know that this covenant has no binding force at all. When the ruins are found, it is very likely that the two will turn their faces.
Speaking of it, although the rumor is extremely dangerous in the indifference, the two don't care much about it.
After all, the monks who entered here before, it is said that the highest cultivation level is only the real pill realm.
"It seems that this sandstorm will not subside for a while. You and I should take advantage of this time to restore mana, and then make a move out together." Lie Zhentian looked at the storm outside and suggested.
"Alright." Mo Jie nodded, approving the idea.
After that, the two of them tacitly took the recovery mana pills, each found a corner, and meditated cross-legged.
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Outside of Shaman City, an oasis where sand people live, there will be dust storms from time to time, but no matter how big the storm is, it will automatically dissipate near the oasis or bypass it by itself.
An ordinary-looking young man in a gray robe walked slowly out of Shaman City, looked around, and then walked to sit cross-legged on a sand dune not far away.
It was Liu Ming who strayed into this black desert.
In a blink of an eye, he has been in this oasis for half a month, and he has a lot of understanding of the situation here.
Especially after reading a manuscript left by a Nanban monk who lived here before, the origin of this strange desert and the rumors about this place gradually became clear in Liu Ming's mind.
It's not surprising that he hadn't heard of the indifferent rumors before.
Although Liu Ming had been in Nanhuang for a period of time, most of them spent time in alchemy, cultivation, and contact with people. How could he deliberately explore these rumors.
Even now, Liu Ming didn't care much about the so-called Southern Wilderness Puppet Emperor's relics. The focus of his concern was how to get out of here.
After all, the Southern Wilderness Puppet is a master of profound abilities, even if something stays here, it’s not a mere crystal cultivator who can get his hands on him, and he can easily kill him if he leaves a restriction. Up.
And based on what he has heard and witnessed these days, these sand people seem to have a lot to do with the puppet emperor of the Southern Wilderness, and they all respect the Great Tongxuan who fell tens of thousands of years ago.
Unfortunately, no matter how specific the news is, it is inconvenient to follow up in detail.
After Liu Ming thought about it, he pinched the Jue with both hands, closed his eyes, and entered into concentration.
After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed slightly.
The Sha people are right, the heaven and earth vitality here is extremely thin, and it is not suitable for foreign monks to practice.
With their special physique, the sand people in this place can directly absorb the vitality from the depths of the earth for cultivation, but for foreign monks, the absorption speed has dropped by more than a hundred times. Disperse, causing the realm to fall.
Fortunately, he still has some Yun Ling Dan and Jin Yuan Dan in his body, so I don’t need to worry about it for a short time, but it’s really like what the great elder of the Sha tribe said to stay here for a few years, then the consequences would be really unimaginable. Up.
Since it is so difficult to practice here, Liu Ming is naturally lazy to do useless things, simply lying on his back on the sand dunes, looking up at the Huang Mengmeng sky, a little startled in a daze.
Since entering the world of cultivation, what he thought in his heart had never left the word cultivation. After so many years, he was really tired.
The desert in front of me was filled with black sand, and the sky was also gloomy and dim. It could be said that there was no scenery at all, but in Liu Ming's eyes it was a rare wonder.
The endless black desert, vast and magnanimous, looks extremely magnificent against the dim yellow sky!
Under such a sight, a sense of loneliness and sorrow suddenly rises when people look at it.
Liu Ming stared blankly for a while, and his mood turned a little ethereal.
I don't know how long he had passed, he suddenly moved in his heart and flipped over with one hand, and suddenly a piece of silver-white ore appeared in his hand.
Hoop!
A group of red flames lit up in Liu Ming's hand in vain, wrapped the ore in it, and instantly melted into a group of silver liquid.
With the other hand gently stroked, the liquid solidified and formed, and after a while it turned into a silver long flute about two feet long.
There was a trace of remembrance in Liu Ming's eyes, and he put Yin Xiao to his mouth and played.
A faint sound of flute played slowly, like a rising cloud, misty and helpless, long and long.
The sound of the flute turned mellow and clear for a while, sad and high-pitched for a while, and as low as a silk for a while, the uncontrollable thoughts moved, and the expression was dazed.
This flute technique was learned by a prisoner who was proficient in this way on the island of evil when he was young. Although he had time to play again for the first time since he set foot on the road of Xiuxian, it was still a far cry from the past. .
With the thoughts in his heart, the sound of the flute involuntarily contained a touch of homesickness, and the tone became more and more subdued.
At this moment, the figure of a girl wearing a snow-white skirt and a white gauze mask appeared silently and not far behind Liu Ming. It was the sand girl who had previously noticed the crystal-like aura. .
At this moment, the young girl is standing on her pretty feet, her snow-white lotus root arms crossed her back, her beautiful eyes on the Mid-Autumn Festival, looking at the gray-robed youth on the small sand dunes.
The gentle breeze blowing in the distance slightly lifted the transparent white gauze from time to time, revealing one of the faces that can be broken by a bomb. At the same time, it raised a faint black dust, which was blown against the sound of the melodious flute. It seemed to soften on the face.
However, Liu Ming played the silver-white long flute in his mouth as if he hadn't noticed it, as if at this moment, between the heaven and the earth, there is only this long flute in his hand and nothing else.
And the girl just stood still like this, listening to the sound of the flute motionlessly, her eyes gradually blurred.
Time seems to stand still at this moment.
The smoke in the desert, the lonely sand dunes, the man who plays flute to the air, and the young girl who listens quietly, all of which outline a beautiful and desolate picture, faintly revealing a sense of ethereal and ethereal.
At the end of the song, the sound of the flute gradually became low and finally turned into nothingness.
"The girl has been here for a long time, what's the matter?" Liu Ming gently put down the silver flute in his hand, stood up from the gravel, and asked calmly.