Compared with the moving line, if the single-knife meeting before the luxury is regarded as going straight to the South Heavenly Gate, then, at this time, with a large group of people and horses to choose the road, it is close to the ground and translated, and the zigzag detour first went to the southeast hills.

Of course, this so-called hill is just a metaphor for the height difference.

In fact, all the way forward, after the red and white sandstone ground was taken away, I felt that my feet were getting softer, the color became heavier, and I entered the Loess Plain. Further along the plains, the land is desertified and deserted.

The heat is rising, the moisture is gradually lost, and the greenery is sharply reduced.

The original lush greenery gradually became bald, and finally the vegetation was gone. There is only one centenarian orchid left that refuses to be close to each other, with serpentine broad leaves, spread on the ground on its back in the east and west. Willful and depressed.

Occasionally, one or two of the more lively ones will wear a handful of vermilion cones on their chests to match the color of the sand.

Along the way, the color of the surface changed from the red and white on the sandstone to the yellow-brown of the plains, and here it began to turn red again.

The intense, searing red spread in large swaths, like the loose skirts of a flamenco dancer. Again, after Xiaolou's east wind last night, the blood gushing in his memory flowed like a river, outlining the desolation of death in color and temperature.

Luochen didn't have a beautiful thought, nor did he smell the breath of death, in his eyes, this red desert was more like the wine poured by Yao Chi, somewhat smoky.

Not really.

It's not the dancer's skirt, it's not the blood-stained homeland, it's not the wine of Yaochi.

It's just a piece of cinnabar, like the wind, it's a plaything left here by God.

After a long curl, with the help of the wind, the cinnabar was carved into the shape he wanted.

The difference is that the wind is endowed with the sword and pen of the strong, while the ground is only waiting to be rolled up high and thrown down. Or, they can be piled up, molded into strange mounds, and then pulled out long, knife-like shadows in the light.

The people who were expelled by fate, came here, overlapping with it.

It's wind or sand, but it's just a bunch of playthings in the sky.

The playthings are still unconscious, and they move forward towards the goal they thought they had chosen independently.

Going deep into the heart of the desert, the terrain suddenly concave, and in the center of a large thick red patch, a light yellow bunch was dug out.

The yellow clay cracked into lumps, like the dead skin of an old woman who had never had a chance to bathe in her life. Occasionally, there were one or two more low-lying places like giant's footprints, glowing with a thin layer of water.

Hiking through sandstone fields and plains, and roasting in the desert for so long, the immortal roots, those half-immortal bodies that have not yet fully evolved, when they see the water, they can't help but have an instinctive excitement.

It's just that I didn't expect to step in with one foot and immediately wrap my feet.

The soil, which seemed to have dried up a long time ago, still had a strong stickiness.

At the same time, the sharp-eyed people also noticed that the water in the low-lying area was not a pond or spring, but just some floating on the surface. Extremely shallow and turbid with water after rain.

In addition to being fooled, everyone inevitably blamed the guide and asked what was the intention of Yubi.

Luochen was also dissatisfied: "Please lead the way, how did you lead people here?"

Even if you follow the desert, it is stronger than here.

For some reason, his eyes seemed to reflect more than the people around him.

On top of this clay soil, in addition to cracked textures and muddy puddles, there are also sparse black locusts. But the kind that had long since died, died so badly, that it was about to become fossilized, was a rotten gray, like dust.

Without the decoration of branches and leaves, the dry body looks particularly fangs and claws, projected to the ground, and it is even more strange and charming.

Moreover, the shadows were excessively dark, lacking the transition between light and dark due to natural light, and they were suddenly heavy, as if someone had deliberately splashed ink on them.

This made him feel very inappropriate.

In the face of doubts, Yubi seemed more meaningless, ignoring everyone, and said to the dust: "There may be people you are looking for here, and there are - things." ”

Dusty ears were furled, and he asked, "Who?"

"I don't know. ”

Luochen saw him shake his head, and suddenly felt panicked.

If it is Mu Huali, it should be known by extravagant people. I don't know ...... Could it be Mo Ran?

Isn't she supposed to be with her brother?

I was apprehensive, and even if I had to look behind the black locust, I was ready to find someone to come out.

Yubi grabbed him: "Don't move, the person is not tied in the light, I just sense it by breath." ”

Dusty stopped, looked at the shadows on the ground, and asked Habi: "What kind of magic circle is set up here?" If you know, please take the trouble to teach you a lesson or two. As he spoke, he waved at the other party, showing sincerity.

Yubi shook his head again: "It's not like a magic circle." He then pointed at the monster not far from him, "Or he can help you." ”

Luochen didn't want to say much, and immediately turned his head to find the monster for help.

When I turned my face, I was shocked again.

For some unknown reason, I saw that the monster had a clear face, its head lowered, and it was pestled to the side without moving, as if it was petrified.

Seeing this, Luochen had to postpone asking for help and first care about what happened to him.

The monster was awakened by the questioning, and muttered, "I, I may have met the old man." ”

"Old man?" Luo Chen's worries disappeared when he heard this, since he was the old man of the monster, it was not Mo Yan. Fortunately, he felt that it was inappropriate to be so narrow-minded, and hurriedly asked, "Which old man?

Seeing that he seemed to have a heart, Wei Wei said apologetically: "It's me who lost my temper for a while." Even if you talk about the present, don't mention the past!"

Luochen heard the meaning of the words.

He has met a netherworld, and it is inconvenient to mention the old things in front of the "Heavenly Demon Master", so he can only endure his emotions.

In the heart of Luochen, it is the opposite.

I felt that I couldn't fight with the eight poles of the demon in that day, but because of his friendship with Guzhu, it was right that he should take care of his netherworld.

Then he said to the monster: "The old man is in trouble, and he should help, regardless of the past and present." ”

Hearing this, the monster was stunned and secretly hesitated.

The words "master" are a great good. I just don't know, is he out of sincerity, or is it to test his loyalty?

Luochen saw him hesitate, and his heart was clear.

Then he said: "I had the heart to save people, but I couldn't do it." If you don't want to help, I'll have to try my luck. ”

"Lord, don't you really mind if I have any more ties to them?"

The dust is almost hitting the wall.

How charming is this Heavenly Demon? It's just a matter of causing this person to defect from the Netherworld, and he still looks like the Chu River Han Realm. In the information he knew, he had never heard of the incompatibility between Guzhu and the Heavenly Demon.

So he could only take out the master's posture and threaten the monster: "I only have three words." First, who is this? Second, how should I rescue him? Third, if you get out of the water like this, then you don't have to follow me!"