Ye Feng was meditating, waiting for Old Qin to call him to change shifts, when suddenly his heart was moved. He heard the rustling of streamers outside the tent and the whistling of strong wind in the air.
Hiss, the tent was actually scratched by a few grains of iron sand, leaving tiny cracks.
Oh no, it’s windy.
Ye Feng became nervous. This was not an ordinary desert. Even if it was an ordinary desert, encountering a sandstorm would be very dangerous, let alone this was a devil's desert.
The sand and dust blown up by the strong wind contained a lot of black iron chips, like grains of black iron hidden weapons. This kind of canvas tent would soon be torn into pieces by the strong wind.
Xiaobai also started to bark wildly. It was hit by a lot of black iron fragments, but it had thick skin and flesh, strong defense, and was invulnerable to swords and guns. It was not afraid of the black iron fragments at all.
However, the fragments of black iron made it impossible for him to stay quietly on guard outside the tent.
Ye Feng hurriedly walked out of the tent. Outside, sand and rocks began to fly everywhere and the weather was gloomy. Fragments of black iron kept flying like knives and tore the tent behind Ye Feng.
Old Qin and Mo Yun were sitting outside the tent with frowns on their faces. The desert storm they were worried about seemed to be coming.
Mo Yun pointed to the sky and said, "Look, there's a desert storm."
In the distant sky, a dark tide was rolling towards this side. It was not a tide, but a sandstorm carrying countless black sand and black iron fragments.
Old Qin said helplessly: "What can we do? We have no way to stop this sandstorm unless we have a steel castle."
Everyone in the tent felt something strange. The tent had been cut into pieces by the black iron chips in the storm. No one could rest in peace anymore.
Looking at the sandstorm rolling in from the horizon like a flood, everyone's heart was in their throat.
Ye Feng suddenly had a light yellow bead in his hand. It was the Wind-Fixing Bead that he got from the Immortal Prison under the Great Wall. This was a real immortal weapon from the fairyland.
This is the first time I use a magic weapon, and I don’t know what effect this bead will have.
Holding the bead in his hand, Ye Feng felt a warm breath flowing from his fingers along his arm towards the divine nature.
Because this breath was pure and peaceful, Ye Feng did not use his divine power to resist it. His intuition told him to let this breath flow into his divine nature.
When that aura completely poured into the divine body, a formula flashed through Ye Feng's mind. It was obscure and difficult to understand, and the voice was strange. Ye Feng recited the formula according to the pronunciation.
As soon as the incantation was finished, the light yellow bead suddenly emitted a dazzling light, like a bright lamp. The strange thing was that as long as the light covered the area, it was calm and no disturbance could be felt.
The howling gale disappeared without a trace once it encountered the pale yellow light, and was unable to blow through the light curtain at all.
Ye Feng was delighted, the Wind-Fixing Bead was working.
After getting the Wind-Fixing Bead, Ye Feng has always doubted whether the bead is real or fake. He is also worried that it will not work if he doesn't know how to use it.
Now, Ye Feng felt relieved. He quickly figured out the usage of the Wind-Fixing Beads. The difference between an immortal weapon and a spiritual weapon, besides the difference in power, also provided a magical feeling.
It seems to be able to see into its owner's mind.
Ye Feng stood in front of the tent, holding the Wind-Fixing Bead in his hand. A faint yellow light surrounded him and the tent. No strong wind blew into the light curtain, and no more black iron chips cut the tent.
The dark desert storm was like an endless abyss gradually surging towards Ye Feng. The light of the Wind-Fixing Pearl was particularly conspicuous in this endless darkness.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng and the tent were all submerged by the raging desert storm, but he and everyone else who were hiding in the light of the Wind-Fixing Pearl could not feel any disturbance. Outside the light curtain, the storm carried black iron filings like countless sharp knives, cutting through the edge of the light curtain.
The strong wind carried sharp black iron chips, which rubbed against the light curtain and produced dazzling sparks.
Outside the light curtain, the sky and the earth were pitch black, and countless sparks bloomed like fireworks outside the light curtain.
Within the light curtain, everyone held their breath and concentrated, their hearts nearly jumping out of their throats with nervousness, praying together that the Wind-Fixing Bead in Ye Feng's hand could withstand such a powerful desert storm.
Ye Feng's blood seemed to have merged with the Wind-Fixing Bead. He could clearly feel that the light curtain was under tremendous pressure. He was even a little worried that the light of the Wind-Fixing Bead would be destroyed by the storm.
The power of the lucky immortal weapon exceeded Ye Feng's imagination. The violent storm hit the light curtain but could not break through it.
About half an hour later, the wind speed gradually decreased and the dark clouds in the sky gradually retreated.
The desert storm disappeared and the sky became clear again. Ye Feng then discovered that there were countless new sand dunes around him, and countless sand dunes had been leveled.
After collecting the Wind-Fixing Pearl, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting through the disaster safely.
Then everyone came out of the tent.
Mo Yun and Lao Qin came over with surprise on their faces: "Fortunately, Brother Ye got the Wind-Fixing Pearl, otherwise no matter how powerful we are, even if we have the strength of immortals, we can't withstand such a powerful desert storm."
"Amitabha, God is merciful and kind. Master Ye saved my life. If I can return to Xuankong Temple, I will burn incense and erect a monument to praise you."
Sister Juan smiled excitedly and said, "Ye Feng, you have another baby. That's great. We won't be afraid of even the strongest winds in the future."
Grandma Butterfly had a look of jealousy on her face. She had been staring at the Wind-Fixing Pearl just now, regretting that she had missed it when she was in the belly of the Great Wall Mountain.
After surviving the desert storm, everyone packed up their luggage and continued to head towards the heart of the Devil's Desert.
Ye Feng looked at the jade map. At this time, they were almost at the center of the Devil's Desert. This was a place that the ancient warriors of the Immortal Realm had never set foot on. No one could walk so far.
But now, Ye Feng and the other nine people have done it.
Jiang Yixue took out her cell phone and took a few photos of everyone as a souvenir.
Everyone was secretly grateful and proud to have survived several disasters and entered the heart of the Devil's Desert, but they were also more worried and nervous.
What other dangers could there be in the heart of the Devil's Desert
Ye Feng confirmed the direction using the jade map: "We have already entered the middle area of the Devil's Desert, but we have not yet achieved our goal and have not found the Desert Tower."
Grandma Butterfly asked coldly: "Does that tower exist?"
"It really exists. This is the news I got from the fairyland. It is the secret that the immortal told me. Now that we are here, we should be getting closer to it."
Ajuan's team came up with a suggestion: "Since the Desert Tower is nearby, why don't we split up and look for it? That way the chances will be higher."
"Of course, why don't we divide into four groups? Old Qin and Mr. Mo in one group, Yi Xue and I in one group, Helen, Sister Juan, and Yu Laoer in one group, and Grandma Butterfly and Master Wu Nian in one group."