Zhan Changfeng left behind the largest and most complete stone tablet, cracked the remaining forbidden formations on the stone tablet, restored them to their original source stones, and then cut them into equal parts to ensure uniform energy stress.
After arranging hundreds of Source Source Stones in a connecting formation, she began to rearrange the space teleportation array in the largest stone tablet in the center. The invisible wave was transmitted to other Source Source Stones, and a space storm swirled across the Yunshui Platform. Fortunately, it was not concentrated.
The ground attacked her.
The long windbreaker robe made a sound, and he completed the last few steps under pressure. It seemed that ruthless hands tore open the stone tablet in front of him, turning it into a dark passage.
Success?
Zhan Changfeng tentatively stretched out his hand and plunged it into the black hole. He felt slightly squeezed by some force, but it would not be fatal.
It should have been successful. Zhan Changfeng no longer hesitated and jumped into the black hole. The moment her figure disappeared, the black hole also closed and disappeared. The monks who followed the power of disturbing the sea looked at each other in shock, and there was nothing in front of them.
The shadow of Yunshuitai is only a pile of debris scattered by the sea water!
At that time, the Sword Ancestor at the top of Ten Thousand Ren made a calculation with his fingers, his eyebrows raised, and his clear eyes were filled with sadness, "Mo Shukuang, go and bring someone back."
In the heavenly palace outside the mountain, a heavenly general wearing red gold armor and holding a sword shouted in response.
Japanese Doujie Xizhou
A convoy full of supplies trudged through the long yellow sand. Mu Qingwan tightened the rope on his shoulders, held the heavy backpack firmly with both hands back, and trudged through the sand with one foot deep and one shallow.
Her scarf and hood were wrapped tightly around her body, leaving only a pair of eyes staring at the motorcade in front of her.
When the convoy moved a little faster, she followed her in a panic. When the convoy moved a little slower, she stopped and breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that she would lose her direction and support in the endless desert.
A shout came from the front. The wind and sand were so strong that only a few syllables drifted to the back. Mu Qingwan panicked slightly, hoping that the people in the convoy could pass on the news, but the convoy obviously would not consider low-class people like them, the coachman.
They whipped the Sanbao Sand Mule a few times and moved forward quickly.
"What's wrong?"
"Slow down, slow down, I can't walk anymore."
The people behind the convoy became anxious, stretched out their legs, and carried heavy luggage to catch up. Without a convoy to guide them, how could they cross the desert and return to the tribe!
Mu Qingwan also quickened her pace, but she was too thin. When the wind and sand blew, and the backpack behind her fell, she would fall down. She would often take three steps and be blown back one step.
Compared to her, the people who were trekking on the same road were all too strong. Both men and women were at least 1.7 meters tall. They were either big and round, or their arms were full of tendons.
"Mu Qingwan, are you okay? How about I get some for you?" Mu Baiyue shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice muffled by the face towel high-pitched and deep.
Mu Qingwan opened her mouth, but found that her throat was burning, and she couldn't speak at all. She had to shake her head, pointed to the convoy with only its tail visible in front, and told her to move quickly.
Every year, the tribe collects things from each household and exchanges them with other tribes for survival supplies. However, low-class people like them cannot enjoy the welfare of the tribe. If they want to survive, they can only take their things and go out with the convoy.
Mu Baiyue looked a little anxiously at the convoy getting further and further away, "Then hurry up. If you lose the convoy, it will be troublesome to find the tribe."
She was in good health and had great strength. She ran a few steps with the supplies and left Mu Qingwan behind. Mu Qingwan also tried her best to run forward, but fell further and further behind. People who also walked on two legs ran in front of her.
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Suddenly a big hand grabbed her arm and pulled her backpack involuntarily. He said very politely, "Let me help you. It's so tiring to be alone."
"No... no need." She squeezed out a few words, struggled to break away from the man's hand, tightened the strap of the backpack, and pulled with him, "I will do it myself."
Mu Qiang was unhappy, "Am I still greedy for this thing from you? If you want it, I can give it to you."
Mu Qingwan smiled bitterly. She would not refuse to help each other, but Mu Qiang's purpose was too obvious. If she accepted his love, he could announce that they were getting married when he returned to the tribe.
"I'll do it myself."
Seeing how stubborn she was, Mu Qiang curled his lips, not believing that she could continue to be stubborn.
Mu Qingwan put her backpack on again and glanced at Mu Qiang, who was always a hundred meters in front of her, not daring to relax in her heart.
She didn't dare to relax in her heart, but she stumbled under her feet, and the hot sand immediately burned into her clothes, almost causing her to faint from the heat.
She rubbed her arms to push herself up, and then she saw that the hand that tripped her was a hand buried in the sand. Her eyes tightened, she picked up the backpack and moved away quickly.
Mu Qingwan walked a few steps and couldn't help but look back. The sand was burned by the sun and was as hot as boiling water. The exposed skin would be burned if it was pressed upward for three to four seconds, but this hand was intact and the bones and fingers were slender.
It's as white as jade and looks more beautiful than anyone else's.
Even the noble wizard spirits and the nobles who do not work have such a hand.
Just by looking at the skin, he should still be alive...
Mu Qingwan struggled for a while, then went back and carefully and laboriously dug the person out of the sand. After observing her breath for a few times to make sure that it was a living person and not a demon, she checked her nose and found that she was still breathing.
, quickly took out the spare khaki cloth from the backpack and covered her from head to toe, and then hurriedly chased the convoy.
Covered with a khaki cloth, the same color as the sand, at least it would not attract the attention of desert beasts. She couldn't protect herself, so this was all she could do.
This cloth was the same as a shroud. Fortunately, the person under the cloth was alive, and soon the cloth moved.
A person in slightly disheveled robes sat up. She picked up the khaki cloth, glanced at the figure in the distance, took off the mask with a chipped corner on the temples, and waved to the staff of immortality scattered in the sand.
The good and excellent things came together and they were counted, but there was still one white fox missing.
There were no major accidents in the space teleportation array, but there was a small accident. Perhaps it was the power of space that caused her storage device and spirit beast bag to disintegrate. She grabbed the important things in her hand before losing consciousness.
, clearly the white fox was caught by her.
Zhan Changfeng stood up. This should be the middle world of the Sun Dou. She chose this world because the second level of the mirror is here. If the white fox had not been caught in the space gap, it would still be in this world.
The first thing is to figure out where you are now.
Zhan Changfeng affixed an invisibility talisman and followed the traces of the living person one thousand meters at a time.
These people were covered in cloth and trekking hard. What surprised her was that they were all mortals.
Logically speaking, there are very few mortals in the middle realm. The vitality of heaven and earth in the middle realm is at least ten times that of the small realm. Ordinary mortals will feel uncomfortable under this density of vitality, become weak and sick, and have their lifespan shortened.
If you are born in the middle realm, just practice any qi-entraining technique, and this energy alone will push you to become a qi practitioner.
These people do not practice qi, but they should exercise regularly, and their physical fitness is very good. Even the woman hanging far behind is better than the martial arts disciples who practice external skills.
Zhan Changfeng silently put the khaki cloth back into her backpack. A burst of energy lightened her burden, and she walked towards the convoy in front of her.
There were guards on both sides of the motorcade, and they looked like mortals, but upon closer inspection they looked different.
They have weak divine power in their bodies, which ensures that they are not disturbed by wind and sand.
Judging from their similar attire, is there a totem clan here?
The yellow sand was boundless, and Zhan Changfeng could not find the location of the white fox. He followed the convoy for five days and gradually heard some things.