At this point, Dumb seemed to ignore something, and that was the reverence of a legend: a low sand dune in the distance suddenly sank a few minutes, but this slight change was not enough to attract Dumb's attention. Immediately after that, a fine cloud of smoke rose, and a bowl-shaped hole appeared, like the first button to open the floodgate, "poof!" One after another, the holes collapsed, absorbing the surrounding yellow sand into it.

Eventually, the holes formed a ravine, and at an unimaginable speed, they spread towards the Silent Ridge. If someone has a bird's-eye view of this place at this moment, when they can see that countless ravines are being formed, these undercurrents are gushing, like a web of blood vessels. Unfortunately, this master is in the direction of this net at this time.

The surrounding grains of sand kept pouring in to cover the ravines, and the unfathomable depths of them were quickly revealed, and so on, like thousands of giant snakes sneaking under the sea of sand. One of the sinuous cracks was striking at Dumb with a staggering swiftness, silent but shocking, like an assassin's full blow.

This master is making a wishful thinking in his heart: if everything goes well, the courtyard in the west of the city should be considered for rent, "Hey!" can finally have a piece of ...... of his own.

"Snort!", Dumb felt his feet slip, his right foot sank softly, and then his left foot just exerted force, but he lost his strength out of thin air. This surprise is not trivial, with his current free body, as long as he can focus on it, even if it is only one point, he will not let it go. Taken aback, Dumb's right hand swung forward quickly, hoping that the life-saving slash in his hand would fall to the real thing. It's a pity that it's empty again, and the prey in his left hand can't be taken care of, so he only has a handful of quicksand when he lets it go. "It's over!" Dumb is like a silver needle in an hourglass, sliding into the unknown abyss in despair.

It was a dark and long process, his eyes, mouth and nose were constantly poured into the yellow sand, and Dumb was left with only regret in his heart: he was too greedy and arrogant. The monks of the shipwreck town are not fools, why should they give away such a rich hunting place?

Utter darkness, breathless dumb eyes opened, praying in his heart that the damned rock eaters wouldn't notice him. Dumb, who grew up by the river since childhood, can hold his breath for a pillar of incense, and at this time he is trying his best to delay the threshold. Thinking that the sorrow of ant devouring is inevitable after death, Dumb's unwillingness and fear are intertwined, making the breath in the lobes of the lungs squeeze almost out. The ** of survival made this man's limbs crazy, so he couldn't breathe, and the last trace of air flowed away from his mouth. In the midst of all hopes, it seems that a light of silence has arrived, and I really hope that this catastrophe is just a dream .......

At the same time, at the southern tip of the Siam mainland, on the northern slope of the distant Tiannan Mountain, but like a thousand miles of frozen snow drifting in the northern country of Kyushu, a pair of animal skin boots stepped lightly in the snow nest, and it can be seen that these leather boots have been meticulously artificial, and the stitches are dense and hidden. A dead branch was broken, and a figure was revealed behind the shadow of the tree. A face full of charcoal gray immediately appeared in the cold wind, when the pair of white and smooth Hao wrists appeared on the lips drinking white gas, the huge contrast exposed the scheming of the owner of the Hao wrist, the eyes as clear as a Hong, people are more sure that under the cover of those charcoal ashes, it must be a peerless face.

Not far away, there is a bonfire in full swing, on which a small beast with skin removed is slowly licking the flames, a drop of golden grease will not drop, and the strong fragrance of the rib fan is very tempting. On the side of the fire, an old man and a young man were looking at the fire with fascination. The old woman was holding a bunch of pecans in her hand, turning them over and over, and beside her, a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old was watching the upcoming dinner. In later generations, there was a square mirror screen, just like a bonfire at this time, so that people who were tired of a day would never get tired of looking at it.

The woman who was collecting wood turned around and sat down beside them, put the branches in her hands one by one on the fire, and silently let the flames beat in her eyes. The little girl, retracting her gaze, approached the woman's side and stretched out her hand, rubbed a handful of snow into a piece of fur, and raised her arm to try to wipe the black ash from the woman's face. The movement was lightly dodged, and the old woman cast a strange look. The little girl whispered in the southern dialect of the Siamese mainland: "There are no men here, what are you afraid of?"

The old woman shook her head and said, "The way of the world! In a few years, you will know how sinister it is." After speaking, he gestured to the woman to eat, and his wrinkled facial features couldn't help but show a kind smile. It's been two years, and the girl in front of her can barely communicate in the mainland language, but whenever she eats, the old woman is still used to calling her with such smiles and gestures.

The woman got up, unconsciously shallowly, turned around and took out three stoneware bowls from the shack, the bloated leather robe under the difficult to hide figure, the black hair flicked over, and the snow-like pink neck was exposed. She first tore off a piece of fat and tenderness and sent it to the old woman, and then handed the meatiest thigh to the little girl. The hot grease made her suck her fingers from time to time, and her lips kept blowing in circles, tiptoeing very cute.

Birdsong drifted through the quiet forest, and snow fell on the branches. The girl stretched out her hand, and there was a snowflake in her palm. reminded her of the colorful dusk in Cining Palace. "Is that nerd doing okay? Where is he now? Is he still sad?.........

At this moment, in the mind that slipped into the abyss, faces are also emerging, and of course there are also hers. When Dumb finally grabbed the first borrowed thing with both hands, it had been an unknown amount of time, maybe it was just that pillar of incense, maybe it was a long 10,000 years.

Surrounded by a circle of smooth stones, as far as the eye can see, this should be a decayed ancient well. There was still tens of millions of catties of yellow sand above the head, but only a few of them fell, like a light rain. Two thick beams supported a roof tile, and three dilapidated columns supported the ruins.

There was no light around, and only the eyes of heaven could only perceive a radius of two feet. There, there are random piles of altars and jars, collapsed furniture, broken cups and plates, and ** window lattices, everything is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Dumb spit out a mouthful of sand majestic, and the current master was unkempt and his ears were filled with fine sand, and it took a while to get all his five senses. He kept spitting and snotting loudly in his mouth and nose, and he stomped his feet and shook his head for a while, completely ignoring the easily incurring collapse above his head. This master has died a few times, and now he is not afraid to come again.

Sensing everything around him, it seems to be a wine shop, and I don't know if there are any remains in those jars and jars. In the past two years, Dumb has been sleeping in the wilderness, carefully calculating his life, as if he has long forgotten his former enjoyment. Everything here reminded him of the Shuanghesheng on the riverside of his house, and the days when he drank happily with friends and confidants. With a fluke heart, Dumb weighed the nearest wine jar to him, but unexpectedly, there was still some weight in the hand, and he directly slapped the mud seal at the mouth of the altar.

Things in this world are so magical, a smell of wine immediately diffuses, and the rich cellar aroma is refreshing. In the empty ruins, a strange howl immediately sounded: "Grandma, God is pitiful, you have finally opened your eyes! When was the last time you drank? If I remember correctly, it has been two years, and I won't die! Hahaha! Today, even if these are intestinal poisons, I have to drink them first." ”

The first jar of wine was all washed and washed by this lord's incomparably generous hands, and the second jar had volatilized to the point that only the bottom of the altar remained.

I only feel that the entrance is sweet and fragrant, and the throat into the abdomen is like a fire dragon opening the way, just like the Lingtai Ganlin makes people feel shocked, and it is the best of the spirits! Dumb and immortal and still drink wine, at this moment it is really full of mixed feelings, while pouring a few big mouthfuls, while exercising to regulate breathing, the appearance is very greedy. It's a miracle that this elixir from many years ago can still be preserved to this day. Dumb only felt that this wine was abnormally strong, and instantly probed his alcohol to the bottom, and just wanted to sleep. hurriedly entered the Qinglian Secret Realm, and led a line of wine to drip dust down his fingers, but he was also drunk for seven points.

Seeing the surroundings of the body, only the left side seems to have a hollow area, and I don't know the depth geometry inward. At this moment, I have no time to think about it, I can only seek a chance to survive and forge a path. Dumb breathed again, refined a spirit stone, and was slightly settled in his heart. He fed the rest into the Liuyun Chop, just in case, and subconsciously carried a jar of old wine, and then headed into the dark depths.

I feel that the breath along the way is quite smooth, except for the strong taste, I don't feel how to be stuffy for the time being. Dumb fumbled with a short stick, wrapped the bag containing the spirit stone on it, and lit it with flint. The nameless liquor was splashed on the cloth bag, but it burned quite brightly, and the light was reflected five feet away. In front of me was a hazy road wrapped in dust and yellow sand, and in the distance it was dark and dreary, and the rain of sand kept falling.

After walking for about half an hour, I saw a huge shadow in the distance, like a huge building. Dumb hesitated and lay in ambush for a while, and when he saw that there was no movement, he dared to come closer.

Suddenly, I realized that what looked like a temple was an ancient ship, and as far as the eye could see, it could only be seen at the corner of the stern, and the sail lines were rotten, hanging from the ship, and there were wreckage and fragments everywhere. Dumb simply lit a few more fires, and waited for the firelight to slowly light up, shining far away.

For a long time, most of those legends were too fantastical, and the subtleties were only a few words. But Dumb is still full of awe of that distant war, especially how those warships that want to seek the country, how to fly over the vast Red Sea Wasteland, is a great puzzle. Now that I finally see these relics from 10,000 years ago, I have no thoughts except shock, and this master is completely petrified at this moment.

But the so-called battleship flying boat in front of him is more breathtaking in terms of style and size compared to the big ship of the Longwei Sailor that he has experienced. In contrast, those official ships are just playthings in the basin. In the shadows, the hull of the flying boat was actually nine stories high, and the whole body was not gold or jade, although it was covered with dust, it could still reflect the brilliance of the torch, and I really don't know what kind of material it was made of. Those towering masts, overlapping and overlapping, have no end in sight. This scene is like a flood beast full of giant spears. Hidden in the magnificent ruins of the surrounding city, the spectacular cold coercion makes people shudder. Under the palpitations, I couldn't help but be very happy, sighing that I had missed the epic battle, such a terrifying blow, I am afraid that it was too late to escape. Thinking that the immortal monarch in ancient times could sink a city and such an ocean giant ship with his own strength, what kind of anti-heaven divine power was that?