Chapter 91 The God of Ceres is Immortal

Author: Huang Huoqing

Chapter 91 The God of Ceres is Immortal

Early morning on the eighth day of December.

The sun is white.

The northwest wind blew up the fine sand and smashed it into the city wall.

Outside the west gate of Jinhai City, more than 500 soldiers lined up in family units, followed by camels and oxen pulling larger logistical equipment.

Hong Jian, dressed in a scholar's robe and cloak, stood under a five-foot-high marching banner.

In front of the formation, Hong Sheng rode back and forth to make the final adjustments.

Although the scale was less than a thousand people, and although it was just "civilian revenge," Hong Fan was still surprised by the efficiency of completing the motion, wrangling, distribution, and organization within a few days.

This is partly due to the outstanding execution ability of Jinhai’s powerful people.

On the other hand, because Li Xutuo died in battle, the Li family was willing to contribute all the military funds and pensions.

Since ancient times, it is easy to do things if you have money, even in wars.

At the beginning of the hour, everything is ready.

There were no instructions, no flags for sacrifice; Hong Jian only waved his hand, and the whole army marched off.

Less than half an hour later, Hong Fan rode into the Jinhai for the second time.

The desert has different faces in different seasons.

In summer, the temperature is nearly 40 degrees, the sand is golden, and the southwest wind is as hot as fire, forcing people to wear scarves.

In winter, the golden sea drips with water and turns into ice, and the silver sand is silent, but in the tranquility, it appears smoother and majestic than in other seasons.

Because the north wind is the strongest in the west of Liangzhou, every winter it can shape sand dunes with larger heights and more dramatic undulations.

Hong Fan followed the team to the sand ridge.

He didn't realize it was steep at first, but when he reached the highest point, he suddenly realized that the gap from the starting point was actually fifty feet.

Standing on the sand peak, Hong Fan raised his eyes and looked at the north wind, and instantly witnessed the "infinity" described in it.

Starting from the Arctic sky, smooth golden ribbons wrap around the earth, extending silently from the sky. First in front of you, under your feet, it expands into a hundred-foot barrier that towers over the sky, and then winds and disappears to the end of the southern sky.

The long and narrow queue of eight hundred people was like a trace of black thread in it.

Hong Fan unconsciously stopped breathing and reined in his horse.

But he couldn't take his eyes back, and instead stared at everything more greedily.

The cliff of sand covers half the sky of the valley.

Mountains and ridges are linked by countless ups and downs to form a resting dragon.

The sand palaces with different shapes such as honeycombs, feathers, fish scales, towers, etc. may carry the spirit of the golden sea.

"The power of heaven and earth is so majestic..."

Hong Fan murmured in a low voice, his mood interrupted by Bentley's snoring beneath him.

It turned out that he unconsciously grabbed the mane on the horse's neck, causing the horse to ache.

"Good horse, my bad."

Hong Fan patted the horse to apologize, but found that the upper Dantian was slightly hot and the sand world was running at high speed, showing excitement and excitement.

Others also noticed his abnormality.

"What's wrong, Hong Fan, have you been distracted for a while?"

Hong Lie stood on his horse and expressed concern.

"Nothing else, just a little shocked."

Hong Fan replied with a smile.

"Seeing the infinite longevity of the golden sea, I suddenly realized how insignificant I am."

"How can one talk about longevity in Jinhai?"

Hong She, who was riding up from the side, smiled.

Seeing Hong Fan's searching eyes, he explained.

"The northwest of Liangzhou was a huge humid swamp thousands of years ago. It is said that at that time, the snakes and humans fought against us for three days, one small amount, five days, and one large amount. It was much more intense than it is now."

"Later, the Son of the Snake God fought here with a martial saint from our human race, and the giant swamp was cut off from all life."

"The Jinhai Desert is the remains of that battle."

Hong Fan was speechless after hearing these words.

"Really or not? If two people fight, they can hit hundreds of miles of sand sea?"

"Maybe not a few hundred miles at first, but it should be about the same."

This time it was Hong Lie who answered.

"The Son of God on the side of the Snake Man is not very clear, but the Martial Saint Baili Shizun who participated in the war was named 'Gushen Immortal'. He was ranked forty-third on the Tiantian Platform and practiced the "Yimu Qinglang Sutra", one of the ten sutras -

—Now the Mountain Chief of Zhangwuyuan is ranked second on the Heavenly Ranking, and he also practices this sutra."

"The "Yimu Green Wolf Sutra" can extract the vitality of all spirits to replenish oneself, and any injuries will be healed in the blink of an eye."

"It is said that the battle lasted for a long time. Some say it lasted for ten days and ten nights, and some say it lasted for thirty days."

"In short, after this battle, the originally green giant swamp was completely drained of life and slowly turned into a dead desert."

After hearing this, Hong Fan was already convinced.

Looking at the golden surroundings again, he felt inexplicably numb.

The things recorded in the "Record of the Spirits" are even more exaggerated, but they are just words, how can they be compared with the Golden Sea?

"How many nuclear bombs would be equivalent to destroying a large desert in World War I?"

Hong Fan muttered to himself, urging his horse to move forward with the team.

As for the excitement brought about by killing Broken Steel and cultivating the heavy sand armor in the past few days, it disappeared in an instant.

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Hai Fei's lair is deep in the sand sea, more than eighty miles away from Jinhai City.

At noon on the second day (the ninth day of the lunar month), the team approached their destination and stopped to light a fire and have a meal.

This is the heart of the desert. The terrain has more Gobi elements than desert, and there are exposed rocks everywhere.

After having lunch and building up enough strength, everyone set off again.

This time we only walked for half an hour, and the "Hongduo Mountain" described by Wu Guangzhi was already in sight.

As its name suggests, the mountain looks like a red haystack growing in the wilderness from a distance, which is extremely eye-catching.

The closer the distance, the more Hong Fan could see.

Wind-eroded mushrooms on the top of the mountain, groups of horses and sheep kept on wooden fences at the foot of the mountain, and poplar trees scattered far and near...

Along the way, Hong Fan saw many poplar trees.

However, the Populus euphratica trees on the south side of the Golden Sea have long since lost all their leaves, but the ones here are actually lush with branches and leaves, dotted like clusters of golden balls under the blue sky.

The sand and dust were fierce, and the big banner moved forward silently.

Populus euphratica, which looks like a miniature bonsai from a distance, gradually comes closer.

Under the golden leaves that covered the branches, what Hong Fan saw was a dry and cracked tree trunk, as if it had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years.

But precisely because of this, the overwhelming vitality becomes more and more evident.

"The older generation says that Populus euphratica is the soul of Jin Hai."

Hong Lie looked at the tree and said to Hong Fan.

The branches are full of gold and are gorgeous in the wind.

The banner slowly stopped, and the peasants began to unload armor and weapons from the cart.

The wind still rustles and the leaves rustle.

But in the ears of everyone, there was already a sound of silence.

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"There are about eight or nine hundred people coming from the south."

"There are still more than ten miles away from the foot of the mountain. We can arrive there in half an hour at most..."

In the Juyi Hall, Wan Guangji kept striding while listening to the report of his subordinates, his face as cold as iron.

He walked out of the cave and stepped on the rock, and sure enough he saw a black ant-like team crawling towards him from a distance.

"It's only been a few days, and we only came back early in the morning on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year!"

"It's just the ninth day of the Lunar New Year. Even if the Jinhai people wanted to take revenge, how could it happen so quickly?!"

Yu Kaicheng, who was following behind his elder brother, was breathing rapidly and his words were full of disbelief.

"And the location of Hongduo Mountain, how do they know..."

He kept asking questions continuously until he was frightened by Wan Guangji's hawk-like gaze.

"Go and wake up everyone in the cave, put on all their armor and prepare their weapons."

Master Hai Fei first gave orders to his minions, and then looked at the two brothers.

"Second brother, you take people to set up defenses and move out all the arrows and horses."

"Fourth brother, huh, go and pack your banknotes and belongings that are easy to carry lightly."

After he finished speaking, he put his hands on the shoulders of the two sworn brothers.

"Hold the mountain road and survive the day, and we will break out at night."

"Fourth, if you can't use those things, you can wait until we get out alive and ask again!"
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