Chapter 165: Killing millions of soldiers from the Nine Realms
Above the Hara'al Desert, the sky is full of wild sand. Nalan Wuqing and Yao Jingyu are riding on the Xuanwu Ice Lion, walking with difficulty in the wind and sand. The huge desert is boundless, and the wind is like a witch.
Likewise, the entire desert was shaken, and the Xuanwu Ice Lion could hardly open its eyes, and every time it took a step forward, its footsteps would sink deeply into the sand.
"Xuanwu Ice Lion, Brother Yao and I are going to go for a walk. The wind and sand are too strong. It's really hard to carry us on your back just by yourself." Nalan Wuqing pulled her hand tightly.
While holding the reins, he stroked the head of the Xuanwu Ice Lion, which was already exhausted and exhausted, and carefully asked about its condition.
At this time, the Xuanwu Ice Lion staggered and raised its two front hooves. Its forehead was already hot, and it was obvious that it had a high fever. It still said to its owner: "Relax... don't worry, I, I'm fine."
!As long as Master and Brother Yao are fine, I can still hold on!"
Yao Jingyu could clearly feel the Xuanwu Ice Lion's body trembling, so he used Qinggong to fall off it. Then, he walked up to the Xuanwu Ice Lion and said to him: "You said you can do it, Wujun
, come down quickly, the Xuanwu Ice Lion’s eyes, ears, and nose are all filled with sand, and it can’t hold on any longer!”
"What? Xuanwu Ice Lion, why are you so stupid? If it doesn't work, don't hold on. Although you protect us from being eroded by the wind and sand, if you hurt yourself by doing this, what should you tell the master to do? Ah?
ah!!"
When Nalan Wuqing felt very sorry for her spiritual beast, she was just about to jump off of it. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the Xuanwu Ice Lion finally couldn't help the raging wind and sand, and suddenly fell to the yellow
On top of the sand!
"Xuanwu Ice Lion, Xuanwu Ice Lion!! Brother Yao, what should I do? My spirit beast collapsed from exhaustion. Where is the tomb of Nuwa Immortal? Are the folk legends true?"
Yao Jingyu walked up to the Xuanwu Ice Lion Spirit Beast, used his hands to hold the sand-filled eyes, nose and ears, and turned back to Nalan Wuqing with sweat on his forehead: "
Wuqing, don't worry, the Xuanwu Ice Lion is fine. It just had a high fever due to the wind and sand. I still have some basil roots in my bag. I will stuff them into its mouth and once it swallows it, the fever will go away!
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"That's good, nothing can happen to the Xuanwu Ice Lion. I can't harm it. By the way, Brother Yao, what should we do next! The Neisha here is really big, and, look, to the northwest
The thick dark clouds in the sky are turning into a whirlpool little by little, and it is estimated that there will be a super strong hurricane soon, and by then, we will all die here!"
Yao Jingyu had already pulled out a large piece of yellow sand from the Xuanwu Ice Lion's eyes, ears, and mouth. While pouring the mashed basil root into its mouth, he said to Nalan Wuqing:
"Have you forgotten? Didn't the common people say that the Immortal Tomb of Nuwa is hidden in the center of the Haralqi Desert? And now that we have walked in, we must find it. There is no way out.
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"But, what about the super strong hurricane that is forming in the distance? We will all be blown into the sky!"