Taklamakan Desert!

The Uyghur language means 'sea of death' and 'can't get in or out', and although its area cannot be compared with that of the Sahara, the common characteristics of deserts are that there are no less dangers. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It was also the Silk Road of the distant Han Dynasty, and the place through which it had to pass carried the trade between China and the West.

Although the Silk Road is long gone, the Taklamakan Desert is a true record of what was once a glorious trade route.

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The first element of survival in the desert is water!

You can bring no food, but you have to bring a water source, a lot of water to ensure your survival.

This is for ordinary people!

For a person with extraordinary abilities like Jiang Ning, the desert terrain was completely unsightly for him. He stood proudly under the sky like that.

The Devil's Ring in his hand, the terrifying eye socket, lit up with a red light.

The red light pointed far away, and when I looked at it, the endless sea of sand seemed to cover the sky and the sun, and in one of them, a small red line stretched out, pointing somewhere.

With a slight groan, he walked away from the wind.

……

"Finally...... Got it! ”

Although the elf's face was tired, his mood was extremely happy.

After a lot of hard work, he finally succeeded in obtaining the Seal Bottle located in the depths of the Great Rift Valley. Although the location of the Seal Vial was in the middle of the Great Rift Valley, even the depth of several kilometers and the water pressure brought it a strong sense of oppression.

Thankfully, all this hard work has been worth it.

"The task assigned by the master has finally been completed."

The expression on the elf's face was extremely excited, and the huge blue body was constantly making all kinds of funny and strange movements in mid-air. In this way, it vents the joy in its heart.

"Huh?"

The elf heard a chirping sound, and it turned its head to look, and with an easy eye it spotted the humans hiding in the forest.

"Orangutans?"

Such a thought suddenly popped up in his head, and he was immediately thrown off by it: "Impossible, how can an orangutan be so thin." After looking closely, he laughed: "It turned out to be a local human, and the appearance is really ugly." ”

When these natives saw the elves and found them, they knelt on the ground one by one in fear and continued to worship the elves.

Their civilization is extremely low, and they cannot recognize the identity of elves.

In their minds, this kind of giant who stands in the sky out of thin air, with a huge body and strange appearance, is a god! Indigenous people kept kneeling and kowtowing, while some natives spread out fresh palm leaves on the ground, and the leaves were placed with freshly picked fruits. Anyway, this fruit is abundant in the forest.

"Think of me as a god?"

The elf's huge body looked with interest at the pitch-black earthies below who kept kneeling down to him, and for some reason, it moved its body, slowly approached, and then landed.

“%￥#*&…”

Watching the gods descend, the natives chattered, and then kept bringing the fruit and respectfully placing it on the palm leaves in front of the elves. Kneeling on the ground, motionless and waiting for the gods to feast.

"No wonder there are many guys who like to go to such a civilized and backward place to be gods. It turns out that it's because of the feeling of being worshipped, it's so beautiful! ”

The elves recalled that in the past, many guys tried every means to come to the world, and with their strange appearance and strange abilities, they were worshiped as gods by the world.

Really, this feeling of getting something for nothing is so comfortable.

All you need to do is sit on the throne and show a little trick from time to time, and countless mortals will serve you with all their hearts.

"If I hadn't been sealed away by King Solomon, I'm afraid I'd have stayed somewhere by now, becoming a god in the mouth of mortals." The elf thought wistfully.

After resting for a while, the elf stood up and was about to leave the place, but was stopped by the natives who kept kneeling at their feet. It thought for a moment, waved its hand and shed a glow, then turned away.

After it was gone, the natives stayed where they were, and something seemed to have happened to their bodies.

……

"What the master said is this island!"

Looking at the island below, the elf was a little unsure, and then deliberately conjured up a map and after careful identification, Fang nodded with satisfaction and landed on the island.

In the 10th century, the island of Mauritius was barren and devoid of human beings except for wild animals. After carefully sensing the terrain of the island, the elf nodded in satisfaction.

"The master didn't arrive, and the damned Vashak didn't come." It laughed happily: "Haha, I was the first to complete the task assigned by the master!" Hahahaha! ”

Laughing unbridledly, it startled the animals on the island.

The elves then rose to their feet and flew to the central part of the island, landing on a low mountain. It also deliberately chose a slightly gentle site and leveled the ground with its magical powers, after which its eyes glowed with endless blue light. Then, I saw a splendid manor house appear out of thin air!

As if dissatisfied, it waved its hand, and suddenly a large field of vines hung with a lot of fruit appeared out of thin air. Each other, staggered and orderly.

"The host will definitely be happy here!"

……

"Whew!"

Vashak returned to the surface and took a heavy breath of cold Antarctic air. His spirit seemed quite tired, and it was clear that his movements were not going well. However, under his eyes, there was excitement and joy lurking.

"Vashak!"

"You traitor!"

"Shameful traitor...... I curse you, Vashak! ”

……

"Shut up!"

Vashak roared rudely, and looked at the cloth bag on his waist with disdain: "You guys who are struggling to survive don't deserve to quarrel with me!" What's more, now you are heavily sealed, even if you are interdependent, you have survived until now. But how much power do you have to threaten me? I'm different from you, I'm in my heyday right now, and ......"

"And what? Vashak! ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Hey, Bifrones! If you're good at astrology, can you give it a try? See what exactly I'm going to do! ”

Bifrons: "......"

At the end, Beverons' voice came: "Don't do this to us, Vashak! We came from hell, and we finally came to earth but were enslaved and sealed by Solomon, and now you are completely free. Shouldn't it help us get out of trouble? The world is so big, you can't swallow the whole world alone! ”

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Vashak smiled disdainfully: "Who told you that I want to swallow the world alone?" I will offer you to my master! ”

"Your master?" Beverance was surprised: "Who is he?" What the hell are you trying to do, Vashak! ”

"What for?"

Stroked his chin playfully, he looked at the bag full of devils with malice: "Then you will know." It's mine...... Brothers!!! ”

……

Somewhere in the Teklamakan Desert in northwest China, in an underground temple.

On a strangely shaped altar, there are two strange bottles, and countless incantations and laws are written on the altar and the bottles! What makes people curious is that there are not only incantations written in Hebrew, but also the languages of other peoples, and even ...... Chinese character!

"Could it be that the seal in it has been discovered by someone else? These people recognized the seal, so they didn't open the seal rashly, but strengthened the seal again? ”

Come to think of it, it seems that only this explanation is correct.

"It's just that there are only two sealed bottles here, it should be four. Where did those two bottles go? Looking down at the Devil's Ring in his hand, the rich red light in the Devil's empty eyes did not dissipate, and continued to guide here.

"There's a trap!"

"Ding!"

The all-seeing eyes hanging on his chest lit up, the golden light was hazy, and the strange eyeballs that opened kept looking around. All the secrets of the underground temple are all at a glance.

"Found it!"

……

Far away in the Indian Ocean, on the island of Mauritius, of course, the name of this island has long since changed. Mauritius, as it was later called, did not exist in this 10th century.

In order to curry favor with its owner, the elves exaggeratedly engraved the word 'wizard' on the island's highest peak, symbolizing the island's name.

On this day, the elf was lying on a rocking chair alone and drinking tea in a cup. Tasting the unique flavor of the pastry, silently waiting.

Of course, rocking chairs, teacups, tea, and pastries were all stolen from China.

"It's boring!"

Looking at the big sun overhead, the elf boredly teased the kestrel standing on its wrist, and after a while, said something silently.

"I think you're enjoying it, Djinn!"

"Vashak !!"

The elf looked back and saw Vashak floating beside it, looking at it with his arms crossed.

Lazily walked back again, his eyes half-open and half-closed: "Vashak, your speed is too slow!" ”

"Humph!"

Vashak didn't bother to look at the elf's lazy appearance, and looked at the manor behind him: "The house is well done!" The elf did not answer, and Vashak asked again, "Master, have you not returned?" ”

"Nope!" At the end, another sentence was added: "But it's fast!" ”

Vashak nodded silently, they had both returned, and Jiang Ning must be back soon.

Summoning a rocking chair, Vashak reverted to the image of a polite middle-aged aristocrat, lying lazily on the rocking chair, and casually took out the pastries on the table and ate them.

This caused the elf to frequently look sideways and pouted in dissatisfaction.

Then......

Rumble!

A loud cloud explosion sounded, and the elves and Vashak looked up, and a dark portal twisted and swirled in the distant sky. Immediately after, a black-robed figure stepped over.

"Master, it's here!"

said silently in his heart, his movements were not slow at all, and he greeted him one after the other.