Seeing Lou Yebai like this, Bai Zixiao didn't say anything else. He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked the gold silk mask on his face.

Perhaps because the golden brilliance was too bright, the fingers he covered it were white and slender, as white as snow, completely different from the dim sky at the moment.

"Let's go." Bai Zixiao held Hua Qingmo's hand and pulled her out of the house. The two walked to the side of their mounts and quickly rolled over.

Sitting on the horse, Hua Qingmo couldn't help but look sideways at Bai Zixiao. At this time, his sleeved robe and robe were swayed by the wind, hunting and dancing, and his black hair was also raised in the wind, which was even more demonic in the mess.

A strand of black hair came to his thin lips with the wind, and the black hair touched the bright red lips, as if the black swallowtail butterfly was covering the red and beautiful flowers, and the picture was particularly magnificent and gorgeous. Suddenly, Bai Zixiao opened his mouth and bit his hair, and his movements were enchanting and thrilling.

At the same time, Bai Zixiao slowly raised his hand, his fingers slightly forward, and then he raised his long whip and rode away. Seeing this, Hua Qingmo quickly followed, and the Youyun Sixteen Horsemen, Chu Xiangbai and others behind him also rode their horses to follow.

Today, no one walks on the streets of Loulan City, and it is as silent and depressed as a dead city. Looking at this scene, Hua Qingmo couldn't help but think of the day when she just entered the ancient city of Loulan, when this street was full of travelers and vendors, a lively and prosperous scene. Now, however, it was a strange silence, with only the wind and sand blowing, and the sound of the wind rolling up everything.

The horse quickly crossed the street, and Bai Zixiao and his party came to the Loulan City Gate. In front of the vermilion gate, there were several brocade guards dressed in flying fish suits. Seeing Bai Zixiao and the others coming, Jin Yiwei immediately opened the door.

The moment the door was opened, a fierce wind blew towards everyone, like a huge wave pressing down, heavy and oppressive. The momentum made everyone's mounts a little restless, and some even began to want to go with the wind. However, the men who control the horses are all good hands, and they quickly dispel the horses' uneasiness.

"Go on." Bai Zixiao's indifferent voice made Loulan, who was dancing in the wind and sand even more ruthless at this time, and he raised his whip forward, as if he didn't pay any attention to the coming storm. Seeing him like this, Hua Qingmo naturally followed without hesitation.

Out of the ancient city of Loulan, their group went north along the city wall of Loulan.

At this time, in the sky, the clouds are getting lower and lower, and it seems that it is only the height of the Loulan city wall. Somewhere in the desert, white clouds dyed with a strange color of yellow sand suddenly swirled strangely. The speed of rotation is extremely slow, not unlike the speed of a normal person walking. At the bottom of the clouds, it seems that because of the superposition of the clouds, the color of the clouds has changed to a very strange gray-black.

The wind and sand invaded more violently, and seemed to envelop the entire desert. It became more difficult to ride a horse, and the restlessness and restlessness of the horses continued to grow.

Although Hua Qingmo's mount Chengyun is a superb horse, Hua Qingmo's riding skills are not outstanding compared to Bai Zixiao and others, and now the wind and sand are hindering, it is becoming more and more difficult to walk.

Hearing the strange sound of horses' hooves behind him, Bai Zixiao immediately turned around and glanced at Hua Qingmo with a cold and casual gaze. Seeing that it was difficult for her to drive a horse, Bai Zixiao just smiled evilly. Immediately, he slowed down, and when he was parallel to Hua Qingmo, Bai Zixiao suddenly jumped up from his mount and landed behind Hua Qingmo.

"Your riding skills are still terrible, it's a headache." Bai Zixiao held the reins and rode the clouds for Hua Qingmo.

"It doesn't matter if Mo'er's riding skills are bad, as long as Zi Xiao's riding skills are good, you can't ride together like this." Hua Qingmo glanced back at Bai Zixiao, her voice was gentle, and there was an absolute and extreme trust in it.

Such words made Bai Zixiao chuckle, he raised his hand and knocked Hua Qingmo hard.

"You should learn, do you dare to try it?" Bai Zixiao's indifferent voice was threatening, but more of it, it seemed to be a kind of indulgence in gentleness. They followed the walls of the ancient city of Loulan all the way north, and did not stop until they came to a place where many brocade guards were waiting.

The moment she dismounted, Hua Qingmo noticed the desert at this time. The yellow sand was pervasive, gray and yellow, and there was sand and gravel everywhere, and the wind was raging. In the sky beside them, a tornado of black clouds seemed to spin down from the highest point of the sky, and the surrounding clouds were tumbling and surging like waves of the sea. A faint white light could still be seen between the gaps in the black clouds, but at this time, the black clouds were churning, and this white light seemed even more unpredictable.

Such a scene made Hua Qingmo feel frightened, she turned her head to look elsewhere, in the desert in the distance, several black tornado pillars kept rotating and approaching. Everywhere I went, the yellow sand was pervasive, the sun and the moon were gone, and there seemed to be only the yellow sand in the sky, the swirling tornado columns, and endless death. The desert is no longer a golden despair, but a gray and black hell everywhere.

"Overseer, the storm has come, let's hurry up and take shelter in the tunnels!" Through the silver wire mask, Chu Xiangbai looked at the whirling tornado pillar at this time, and his voice had a rare fluctuation. They followed Bai Zixiao and saw rivers of blood and hell on the battlefield, but now this scene is the first time they have seen it, and it is common for them to have strange sounds. However, from Chu Xiangbai's voice, it was impossible to tell whether he was afraid or shocked.

Regarding Chu Xiangbai's words, Bai Zixiao did not speak. He raised his eyes to look at the tornado pillars rolling up in the distance, and then reached out and patted the yellow sand falling from his body with some disgust.

"Go in first." Bai Zixiao coldly commanded.

"Yes, Overseer." Chu Xiangbai and the others immediately entered the tunnel on the side.

At this time, Hua Qingmo looked at the Youyun Sixteen Riders standing behind her, and stretched out her hand to signal them to go to the tunnel first.

The Sixteen Riders of Youyun have always taken Hua Qingmo's life as the most important, and it stands to reason that in the face of such a situation, they will not follow Hua Qingmo's order to hide in the tunnel to avoid the wind and sand. But Bai Zixiao was beside Hua Qingmo, and they couldn't help but feel relieved. Because everyone in the Youyun Sixteen Riders knew very well that Bai Zixiao would not let Hua Qingmo suffer a little damage, let alone let Hua Qingmo lose her life.

When there were only two people left, Bai Zixiao and Hua Qingmo, Bai Zixiao suddenly put his arm around Hua Qingmo's shoulder, raised his hand to the whirling wind pillar in the sky, and said, "After this sandstorm, what the Lord of the Governor wants will appear." ”

"Lou Xunhuan said that after the first wave of the storm, he saw something shining with golden light, is that what you want?" Hua Qingmo looked at Bai Zixiao, through the golden silk mask on the faces of the two people, she could still clearly see Bai Zixiao's face, and the bewitching smile that never fell on the corner of his lips.

"Guess." Bai Zixiao's voice became evil, and he hugged Hua Qingmo and turned around and walked towards the tunnel. Just a few steps, a strange voice came from behind him. At this time, Bai Zixiao and Hua Qingmo held the saber on their waists at the same time, the frost cold and the snow cold came out of the sheath at the same time, and the strange cold seemed to freeze the wind and sand dancing wildly at this time.

The long swords of the two were pointed at one person each, and in addition, the five people who were not pointed at by the sword held their weapons to confront Bai Zixiao and Hua Qingmo.

"Let them go!" One of them made a threat, and his words sounded very uncomfortable, and I think that what they usually say is not Han language.

Hua Qingmo looked at the seven people, their clothes were very different from her and Bai Zixiao, and they were very similar to the Loulan people who lived here, but they were also slightly different. When she was puzzled, Bai Zixiao spoke up.

"If you want to use the tunnel to avoid the sandstorm, you can come directly to borrow it, and the Lord of the Governor is very kind and will definitely agree. You Xiloulan people are also too rude, and before you can open your mouth, you use your weapons first, this is to let the Lord of the Governor see the blood, and the Lord of the Governor will let you see the blood first. As soon as Bai Zixiao's words were finished, the frost cold sword in his hand quickly stretched out a strange sword shadow. When the sword shadow disappeared, the man's arm had already shattered into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Immediately, Bai Zixiao looked at Hua Qingmo, and before he could speak, Hua Qingmo withdrew the Xue Han sword and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on the sword for him.

"Ah......h When the other people around him were about to step forward and avenge their broken arms, the leader of the group spoke up.

"Does this master mean to let our brother in?" The chief's words sounded much smoother, and he thought he had a lot of communication with the Han people.

"Anyway, the destination is the same, and it's okay to take a break from the sandstorm while you guys." After speaking, Bai Zixiao glanced down at Hua Qingmo, and seeing that the blood on the frost cold sword had been wiped clean, he withdrew the sword from the scabbard. Grabbed Hua Qingmo and walked into the tunnel.

Seeing this, the few people behind him hesitated for a moment, and then looked at the black clouds churning overhead.

If you want to escape this sandstorm, you either go into the tunnel or go back to the ancient city of Loulan. But now at this time, it's too late to go back to Loulan.

After thinking about it again, these Xiloulan people walked into the tunnel.

In the tunnel, Hua Qingmo took off the golden silk mask on her face and looked out with her ability. At this moment, on the desert, several tornado pillars that seemed to connect heaven and earth kept whirling and moving, and everywhere they went, whether they were mutilating dry bones or drying up dead wood, they were swept up by the tornado. Black clouds covered the entire sky, and the wild sand swallowed up all the desert like huge waves.

"What do you see?" When Bai Zixiao saw that Hua Qingmo was distracted, she knew that she was looking outside. I have to say that his Mo'er has excellent eyes and sees landscapes that even he can't see.

"It's about the same as before, but it's a little windier." Hua Qingmo replied, and then looked at the Xiloulan people. "Zi Xiao, you said that these people are the same as your destination, they should be different from what you are looking for!"

If it was the same, Bai Zixiao would never let them in.

"The main thing of this Doge is that no other treasure in the world can match. What they want is nothing more than the most mundane and yet most tempting thing in the world. After Bai Zixiao finished speaking, he also took off the gold silk mask on his face.

Hearing Bai Zixiao say this, Hua Qingmo probably knew what this group of people wanted. But she became more and more curious about what Bai Zixiao wanted with such a big setback.

When she was silent, Bai Zixiao whispered in her ear, telling her to pay attention to the outside, and once the wind and sand stopped, she would speak out to him.

Then, about two quarters of an hour later, Hua Qingmo pulled Bai Zixiao's hand.

"Zi Xiao, the wind and sand have stopped!"

As soon as these words came out, the group of Xiloulan people immediately went out one step ahead of Bai Zixiao and the others, as if they didn't want to waste a little time.

Bai Zixiao was calm and calm, and after he put on a gold silk mask for Hua Qingmo and himself, he pulled Hua Qingmo out of the tunnel.

At this moment, the desert around Loulan has reverted to its former color, a color very similar to gold. But in the sky, the dark clouds had not disappeared, and the gray clouds were still at a height that seemed to be within reach, and the clouds were still churning and surging as before the submarine storm.

Hua Qingmo looked around with her ability and noticed that the group of Xiloulan people were heading somewhere in the desert. Hua Qingmo looked in the direction they were heading, and in the midst of a yellow desert, the golden light shone with an extremely dazzling brilliance.

"Let's go."

Under Bai Zixiao's order, everyone went to the land of golden light with light skills.

When she saw that qiē clearly, Hua Qingmo couldn't help but grab Bai Zixiao's arm, and her voice was extremely serious.

"Zixiao, what the hell is here?"

"The land where Loulan has died, the Golden Palace."