"Bastard thing, it's bad for the old lady's good deeds, don't be caught by me, otherwise I will definitely pick your skin, pump your tendons, and dig out your heart to feed my Xiaobai!"

In the sky, a huge bird soars above the sand and dust with its wings spread.

A group of people from the Rat God Society, who fled from Shatuo Town, sat in the sheltered nest stretched out above, carried by a powerful pet beast force field, and flew forward.

Yang Wan'er scolded in her mouth, and let the knife slave who had shrunk her body give medicine to bandage her burnt left arm. When the knife slave was drugged, he accidentally touched her wound, which made her cheeks twitch and slapped her angrily: "You idiot, give me a little lighter, it hurts to death!"

The knife slave's mouth was bulging, and he didn't know if he stuffed the chicken leg or something, and said vaguely aggrievedly: "I am good at cutting people, and the matter of wrapping wounds is unprofessional! Miss, you should find a decent doctor, every time you are injured so seriously, you always rely on the power of the artifact to repair it, it's not good." ”

"Don't you think I know the harm, I want to work so hard all day?" Yang Wan'er gritted her teeth stupidly, "Hmph, speaking of that stinky boy, he seems to be in the limelight recently, and when this trip is over, I have to clean him up." ”

The knife slave blinked, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "Miss, can't you forget that kid Zhang Qingyang, what is good about him, he is not handsome, and his skills are sparse......"

"You're big!" Yang Wan'er slapped her on the head again, "That kid has become the leader of the Five Courtyards, so many big forces in the imperial capital are rushing to get it, he must be a genius! Hmph, it was the old lady who was the first to discover his strengths, but unfortunately he escaped!"

The size of the sword slave is inversely proportional to the capacity of the brain, and I can't figure it out, obviously it was Zhang Qingyang who sabotaged their actions again and again, but the saint admired him more and more, what kind of logic is this?

Yang Wan'er is too lazy to talk nonsense with this stupid girl.

She snorted frustratedly, turned her head to look at the other side, and shouted at the white coat who was busy: "Hey, did you make that thing a good idea!"

The white coat didn't raise his head, holding a transparent box with a metal bottom in one hand, staring at the wisps of smoke flowing inside, and replied lazily: "If you can support it for a little longer, I will collect it more completely." Right now, it's barely usable. ”

Yang Wan'er took out a dusty measuring ruler from her waist with her backhand, and slapped angrily: "It's not that I want to blame the old thing of the left envoy, obviously there is a formal artifact hidden and not used, and I will get such a fake for the old lady to support the scene, and I won't use it at a critical time!"

The white coat glanced sideways at the measuring ruler, and said indifferently: "Although it is a replica, it also has the power of the original one, the fault is that there is a problem with your usage, I think it can be improved specifically......"

"Do your research, you know a about fighting!"

Yang Wan'er interrupted him and stared at the box fiercely, "You just say, this so-called leyline true spirit, whether it works or not!"

"It's definitely useful, it's critical. ”

The white coat replied undoubtedly, gently stroking the top of the box, a faint light oozed from his fingers, and the mist inside immediately gave birth to an induction, and followed the fingers to move, like a spirit snake, wonderful.

"If it is a complete leyline true spirit, plus my mother worm, I am at least seventy percent sure that I can reproduce the environment required by the god master, and ...... when the time comes"

His eyes glowed with fascination, and he was caught in a deep fantasy, unable to extricate himself.

Yang Wan'er pursed her lips and turned her eyes to look outside, the sand and dust spread out like clouds and boundlessly, and the night covered the dome like a cover, which made her feel a deep loneliness, and she was almost out of breath.

......

On the ground, in the wilderness, a barely discernible path stretched out into the darkness.

The solid tires of the armored convoy crushed the gravel, and the rumbling wind swept it away, flying on the yellow plants on both sides, and the layers of dust smeared on it, looking extremely languishing and desolate.

Zhang Qingyang looked out through the window, the bridge of the soul was released, and he felt the deep silence from the endless wilderness, the long pulse of the immeasurable earth, like the heartbeat of the world, bringing strong vitality to ensure the reproduction and growth of the creatures above.

The more he realized this great power, the more he realized his own insignificance.

Compared with the eternal mysteries of heaven and earth, whether it is human beings, sandworms, ancient gods or any strong person, they are just passers-by in time.

Nothing is necessarily immortal, and nature is eternal.

There was a hint of realization in my mind, and the inner joy that had just been brought about by the unprecedented calamity I had created, as well as the anxiety that had hurt countless people, had quietly faded and become less important.

Unconsciously, it seems to have let go of some burdens, cleared a trace of clouds, and the whole person is lively and comfortable from the inside out.

Neither the fat man nor Captain Sun spoke, secretly paying attention to the changes in his expression, and when he saw Zhang Qingyang's face showing a smile on his face, his body also relaxed, and they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That's a good result.

The birds in the sky and the underground convoy each headed in unison towards the depths of the desert.

At dawn, the morning sun rises, projecting through the sometimes faint sand and dust onto the ground, and countless plants rush to the surface, stretching their tender shoots to the fullest, greedily absorbing that wisp of vitality.

The dew that gathers on the surface of the dead leaves at night, the mist that wets the stones, also evaporates one after another, returning to the natural cycle.

The armoured convoy rumbled into a dry river valley, crushing the layers of sand that had been cemented for countless years, leaving clear marks, and turning into the standing stone forest that had been eroded for countless years.

Here, you can shelter from the wind and sand, protect against the scorching sun, easily rely on bunkers to defend against attacks, and find potential underground water sources.

The golden fat man and the escort team are all veterans, and they have thoroughly studied the destination of this trip, arranged the armored vehicles in a circle between the stone forests, and set up tents inside as temporary camping points, and sent people to set up guards on the surrounding high points to guard against surprise attacks from all directions on the sky and the ground.

Zhang Qingyang doesn't need to worry about these things, he just needs to enjoy everyone's care and make a move at a critical moment.

However, it was not good to just hold his arms, he and Ah Tu took the initiative to explore between the stone forest and the riverbed, and found an extremely weak seasonal underground water vein, Ah Tu poked a hole with condensed swordsmanship, squeezing out a short fountain.

The golden fat man was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked people to fill the water bag, and praised Zhang Qingyang's ability again and again.

Zhang Qingyang couldn't care about being happy, he half-squatted on the ground and sensed the vibration from afar with his hand, frowned and said, "There is a battle nearby...... It's coming this way for us!"

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