"That thing...... Not again. ”

Ning Yi's expression became serious and solemn, he didn't say this sentence to Tian Yu.

He looked into the distance, on the vast prairie, the frosty weeds, trembling with melody.

The air flows faster.

Tian Yu frowned, he pressed down with one hand, through the robe, five fingers pressed on the scabbard, he was equipped with a bronze ancient knife around his waist, the front of the scabbard was carved with a dragon and a phoenix, and the back was engraved with grass.

Ning Yi leaned down and gently patted the huge head of the horse under his crotch, and the jujube red horse neighed very spiritually, accelerated the speed of the four-legged ground, and swept forward one by one.

"Hey!"

Before Tian Yu could react, the man beside him, who had been silent, sped up, starting from the end of the line, and he hurriedly pulled the reins and followed behind Ning Yi.

Ning Yi frowned, turned around, and made a "U-turn" gesture to this unknown man.

Tian Yu was a little stunned.

The convoy on the grassland pulled extremely fast, not tight, Ning Yi's legs clamped the horse's belly, a few sprints, shuttling in the surprised eyes of this group of teams, there were guards who wanted to reach out to block, these days, Tian Yu was not the only one who was wary of him, but Ning Yi's speed was as fast as a lightning, this "big red jujube" mane flew like a tassel, galloping on the prairie, crossing a long arc, under the stimulation of divinity, looking up and fighting, like a red meteor flying close to the ground.

Ning Yi came to the prophet's carriage.

A young guard, who realized it later, suddenly found out that this uninvited guest was coming, and a layer of hair exploded on his back, the nomadic people on the grassland, with a rough personality and good at fighting, did not say a word, and pulled out the ancient knife on his waist with one hand.

The sword light exploded in the cold wind, and the next moment it was caught by two fingers that seemed to be pale, but were actually extremely stable.

"Bang Ran".

The young guard was distracted, the ancient knife was no longer in his hand.

The stranger's felt hat was blown off in the wind.

Ning Yi's long hair was tossed in the frost and snow.

This is a somewhat feminine face that does not belong to the steppe people.

Ning Yi's expression was calm, the hand holding the knife turned his wrist slightly, drawing a knife flower in the air, the ancient knife changed direction in an instant, returned against the original path, returned to the scabbard, and made a dull impact sound, the young guard still looked dazed, he subconsciously raised his ten fingers, touched his chest, cheek, palpitations pressed his throat, and took a big breath of frost, this stranger's knife skills are dazzling, from grabbing the knife to returning the knife, it is just a blink of an eye.

I heard that the faster the knife technique, the more painless it is to kill.

He even suspected that he was dead, and that if he turned his head slightly, his head would fall off.

It wasn't until Ning Yi patted him on the shoulder that the stranger showed a fairly friendly smile and squeezed a few words out of his throat.

"Thank you. ”

Not even dumb?

The young guard breathed a sigh of relief, what did the man say to himself...... Thank you, thank you for taking care of you these days?

It seems that he is not hostile to himself.

The stone that hung in the young guard's heart slowly lowered it.

In the wind and snow, Ning Yi pointed to the carriage.

He spoke again, earnestly, "Prophet." ”

......

......

This section of the carriage is wrapped in complex secret patterns, this is not part of the Great Sui world of the talisman secret art, the half-demon on the grassland, survive in this environment, and become the master, thousands of years gradually mastered their most comfortable way of survival, the young magnate among the surname, if you travel, the above good horses to control the carriage, and then with the ancient talisman secret pattern.

When Ning Yi saw this carriage, his eyes became solemn, there were no masters in this team, and there was nothing particularly big behind him, but the secret pattern of the talisman in this carriage could protect the prophet inside, almost from any external interference, even if there were monks in the seventh and eighth realms, they would not be killed with one blow, and they could run for their lives, and it was even possible to escape.

What is this concept?

At the beginning of the Hongshan Plateau, the carriage that the third prince gave to Xu Qingyan was nothing more than that.

The Great Sui's talisman technique in this regard may be slightly inferior to the natives of the Heavenly God Plateau, if it is those big surnames, the secret pattern controlled by them must be more powerful and solid.

Ning Yi's conjecture was not wrong.

The interior environment of this carriage is completely different from the frost and cold outside.

The old man who was regarded as a "prophet" had white hair, a snow-white scorpion braid tied behind his head, his eyes were cloudy, but his expression was serene, and the moment he lifted the curtain, Ning Yi saw a strong dead aura on his body.

Fate is not long.

The prophet was in the carriage, most of the time "resting", he was too old, he did not cultivate as a support, and it was very rare to live to the age of a hundred years old, if it were not for this carriage wrapped in the "secret pattern talisman", he might have closed his eyes and left in the bumps of the road.

Even so, he still had to sleep for more than ten hours a day, and the time to wake up became shorter and shorter.

Tired.

Old-fashioned.

This is how human life comes to an end.

The sound of Ning Yi tapping lightly on the carriage woke him up.

The old man, who had the highest voice in the team, saw his personal guard staring at the strange man with suspicion when he lifted the curtain.

Ning Yi's tone was extremely determined.

"Let them turn around. ”

The young guard was a little puzzled and puzzled.

His own team, rushing towards the "River of Apocalypse", has experienced many twists and turns along the way, and is about to arrive at the destination, this strange young man, suddenly let himself turn around?

Are you kidding?

Ning Yi pursed his lips and stared ahead with a nervous expression.

He had not yet fully learned the language of the steppe, and he had no prestige here, and in order to save these people, he had to be ordered by a "prophet".

The old man lifted the curtain, and he looked at Ning Yi.

Ning Yi pointed to the distance, concisely and to the point, and said in a deep voice: "You have to turn around, otherwise you will die." ”

The young guard looked at Ning Yi like a fool.

However, the old man's sleepy eyes suddenly sobered up.

The Prophet leaned in the warm carriage, his face ruddy, but now gradually turned pale, and when the old man came to his senses, as if he had seen a terrible picture, he slammed the edge of the window, stuck his head out of the car, and hissed loudly.

Ning Yi didn't hear the old prophet's pronunciation clearly.

This seems to be another, more ancient language of the steppes.

He still knows a little less.

But Ning Yi could feel that from the moment the prophet old man hissed, everyone's expressions began to change, and the guards who had looked at Ning Yi like fools, as if facing a great enemy, the guards tightened the reins, shouted and roared and turned the horse's head, and the carriage at the front of the team began to turn sharply, and then the entire team of long dragons no longer continued to chisel forward like a bamboo.

Due to inertia, the rapid turn of this long dragon came a little late, and for a moment the horse's hooves were like thunder, smoke and dust were splashed, and the snow and fog were filled, and it looked embarrassed.

Ning Yi leaned on the horse's back and swept along with the old man's carriage, he leaned down and looked at the prophet, the two looked at each other, and this time no one stopped him again.

The young guard, who was too busy to take care of himself with the reins at the front, forced out a gap to turn around, and glanced at the strange man with a complicated gaze like a ghost.

Ning Yi took the unproficient grassland language and said sincerely: "Thank you for saving my life." ”

The old prophet was slightly stunned, smiled and said, "You're welcome." ”

Ning Yi was stunned, his expression a little subtle.

The old man of the grassland sitting in the carriage spoke to himself, but he did not speak the grassland dialect.

It's the language of the Great Sui.

Ning Yi looked at the old man, gently stretched out two fingers, and said seriously: "This is a gift...... You take it first. ”

The qi in this old man's body showed some signs of depletion, and he couldn't stand the wind and waves, especially the next ...... From the Great Sui language spoken by this prophet, it can be seen that there are many stories about the old man.

Ning Yi still has a lot to ask.

The fingers contain majestic vitality, and the "Character Scroll" has always been carried on his body, but he has no time to refine it, but even if it overflows, it is enough for a mortal who has not cultivated to keep a mouthful of effort.

Ning Yi said seriously: "When this turmoil passes, I will thank you again." ”

The old man was a little sluggish, and he hadn't reacted yet.

Ning Yi's five fingers lightly wiped on the carriage, but he didn't use any force, his fingertips were stained with the breath of the secret pattern of the talisman on the carriage, and the long river of the avenue in his mind had begun to flow, from the origin of cause and effect, to deduce the origin of this formation secret pattern.

At the front of the convoy, the roar of the young escort was already heard.

"Quick!

The whole long dragon that was turning sharply felt the violent tremor of the ground.

At this moment, everyone in the team was stunned, looked in the direction of the original advance, and saw the shocking scene that they would never forget in their lives.

The mighty snow covered the sky and the sun, blocking the great sun on the horizon, and countless frost and grass were uprooted in the distance, and the clouds shrouded it like a city-destroying iron horse, and the swarming snow gathered into a tornado, like a tide and like a locust.

The big jujube roamed around the outskirts of the procession, the stout horse, making a restless and irritable roar, while the young master on its back looked calm.

It's not the first time Ning Yi has met "this thing".

At least for now, there is still a buffer of dozens of miles, and it is much luckier than just falling on the grassland and falling to the center of the storm.

The whole team was busy evacuating and turning around, but the seemingly "slow" snowspout in the distance swept away all living things between heaven and earth, and the turf was uprooted everywhere it passed.

However, what made Ning Yi's expression solemn was not only this natural disaster.

His face was tense, his lips were dry, and he stared at the bottom of the snowspout, the darkness that swept through the frostgrass.