Jiang Er closed his eyes, felt carefully for a moment, and shook his head helplessly.
"No... Although my signal strength has increased a lot, it still can't penetrate such a thick fog. I don't know how the pixel walkie-talkie of Memorial President can release such a strong signal."
After Jiang Er broke through the "Klein" realm, her abilities in all aspects have been greatly improved. If she can send a signal through the fog to connect to Daxia, that would be the best. Since this road is unworkable, she can only find another way. Find another way.
An Qingyu frowned and looked around, picked up a piece of gravel, and briefly sketched it on the ground.
Although he can roughly determine which continent on the earth he is on, there are many original cities in Africa. It is extremely difficult to accurately locate the location. At least when he cannot use the [only correct answer], there is no way to do this. At a certain point, we can only roughly determine the direction of Daxia by feeling and the vague sunlight.
"With this distance... it's no longer realistic to go back to Daxia." An Qingyu put down the stone and sighed helplessly.
After all, they didn't have a somersault cloud. An Qingyu was now in a wheelchair, and Jiang Er couldn't control his coffin for a long time. He wanted to walk back to Daxia, but he didn't know how long it would take.
"Then what do we do?"
An Qingyu thought for a moment, "After discovering that we are missing, the gods of Daxia will definitely use all their strength to search for us in the fog... The only way now is to find a way to create some noise. If any of the gods of Daxia come nearby, they will immediately It will attract their attention.”
"Jiang Er, I need some materials."
"clear."
Jiang Er's figure floated into the sky, his hands slowly opened, and a terrifying magnetic field spread rapidly. The next moment, thousands of items were suspended in the air from the ruins of the city, rusty clocks, vehicle wreckage, Sealed metal boxes, rotten fabric remnants...
Under Jiang Er's control, these items hung in the air in a dazzling array like commodities. An Qingyu searched them with his eyes and quickly clicked on a few of them.
"Just these few? Can you make them?" Jiang Er brought these things to An Qingyu and asked doubtfully.
An Qingyu nodded, "If it's just a signal flare, just configure a few specific oxidants. I'll mix in some mental power and it should have a good effect."
Even though An Qingyu couldn't use [The Only Correct Solution], it only took a few minutes to produce several special flares.
An Qingyu lit one of the flares and shot it into the sky. A bright light shone above the mist, dyeing the clouds into a blinding white. Tens of seconds later, it dimmed and fell into the ruins.
"Will this work?"
"I don't know... but this is the only thing we can do." An Qingyu glanced at his legs and sighed helplessly, "Next, we can only leave it to fate..."
…
Mist.
"It's been almost two days... haven't you found the location of Heaven yet?" Cao Yuan asked helplessly while lying on his back on the somersault cloud.
Lin Qiye rubbed the corners of his tired eyes and looked at the branches shrouded in the golden field in front of him, his eyes full of confusion.
"It's strange, is the 'miracle' invalid? It shouldn't be..." Lin Qiye murmured to himself, "Maybe it's because the heaven moves too fast in the fog. Even if its position is constantly guessed, it will change soon. There’s no way to position yourself this way.”
"What should we do?"
Lin Qiye thought for a moment and was about to say something when a gust of wind suddenly blew from a distance, blowing the branches at the front of the somersault cloud. After rolling several times on the cloud layer, it stopped in a certain direction.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye was slightly stunned.
"This is… "
"Isn't the wind blowing a little too coincidental?" Cao Yuan also saw the branches deflecting and said suspiciously.
Lin Qiye glanced at the [Mortal God Realm] under him, his eyes quickly lit up, "Let's go! Follow this direction and try again!"
Lin Qiye used all his strength to activate the somersault cloud, quickly cutting through the sky and disappearing at the end of the sky.
…
"How long has it been?"
An Qingyu in the ruins opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice.
"Three hours." Jiang Er's voice sounded in his ears.
An Qingyu pursed his lips slightly, took out a homemade signal bomb from his hand again, and fired it into the sky.
The flare burned above the clouds, emitting terrifying light and heat. After a few tens of seconds, it fell into the sky and finally became silent.
Since appearing in this ruins, Anqingyu has fired a signal flare every hour, but unfortunately it has no effect so far...
As time passed, An Qingyu became increasingly anxious.
It has been several hours since the last Migo came. Judging from their ever-accelerating frequency of arrival, it won’t be too long before the next one comes...
"How many flares do we have left?" he asked.
"Four... do you need to do more?"
An Qingyu hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "The problem now is not the flares. It's hard to say whether we can survive until then... Give me the remaining four, and I will make some preparations in advance."
An Qingyu took the four flares in mid-air and was about to do something when his pupils suddenly shrank!
A feeling of fullness and pain filled his mind. He covered his head with his hands and shouted: "Oops, they're here again!"
Jiang Er's expression changed, and his figure floated into the sky. In the ruins in the distance, cracks in time and space gradually opened, and Migo's screams sounded from all directions!
"Let's go!" An Qingyu held back his headache and touched the armrest of his wheelchair with one hand. The two thin wheels immediately spun at an alarming speed, and his body was ejected in a certain direction!
Jiang Er reached out and made a move, and the thick black coffin floated up, roaring closely behind An Qingyu.
After experiencing the arrival of Migo several times in a row, An Qingyu could notice that the headache symptoms were getting lighter and lighter each time, and his soul seemed to be adapting to the influence Migo had on him.
An Qingyu's special wheelchair was extremely fast, but he only moved forward at full speed for less than ten seconds before he was forced to stop.
In the midair in front of him, hundreds of Migos vibrated their membrane wings and swept towards him densely.
"Qing... Qing Yu..." Jiang Er pointed to the top of his head, his voice a little hoarse.
An Qingyu looked up and saw that the sky had turned into a pink ocean. Migos were swarming together, completely blocking all the ways around them, like a big net that could not be escaped. From the sky Coming slowly...
"Damn... there must be thousands of them, right?" An Qingyu's expression was extremely ugly.
Migos landed from the sky one after another and stopped in the ruins around the Anqingyu. Their thin membrane wings vibrated, and countless buzzing sounds were intertwined and deafening.
The strong wind stirred up the gravel on the ground. Thousands of Migos surrounded him. The tentacles on the surface of the sarcoma wriggled wildly and slowly stuck to the ground...
As if worshiping their king.