Fang Tian's words also caused a burst of laughter from the big men.

Everything was mutual, seeing that Fang Tian didn't have any shelf, so that he laughed at them, these big men forgot for a while or ignored that they were facing an unfathomable and profound "Venerable", and the bold instincts of the martial artists diverged.

Of course, there is another reason, that is, these big men are all martial artists, and they are separated from magicians after all.

And like Nanfeng and Da Mu, for this "Venerable Muluo, who is also a magician", no matter how gentle this Venerable is, they will never dare to smile Yan Yan in the same way.

However, because of this, the magician's discussion of martial arts or something was regarded as a pure joke by these big men, and there was not a single big man in the entire caravan who came to ask the "Venerable" for advice, if anyone in the know was here, it would be a big surprise.

Of course, Fang Tian shook his head and smiled, this is really "true and false when fake is true, there is nowhere and there is nothing." ”

He came from the desert and did not identify himself, but the whole caravan positioned him as a magician from the very beginning of the meeting. It's not wrong to position yourself in this way, but if you can't see anything else, you can't see anything else.

From three or four in the morning to eleven or twelve in the afternoon.

A long time, a long journey.

When he walked alone in the desert before, Fang Tian didn't feel anything. At this time, following the entire caravan together, in the "Mortal March", Fang Tiancai further felt the vastness and desert of the desert, no matter how he walked, it was the same, the surroundings were boundless, and there was a ground of yellow sand under his feet.

A morning of walking. In this great desert, it is simply insignificant. There seems to be no difference between walking and not walking.

That's just at this time. Tidam announced that the caravan rested, camped, fed, and had a lunch break to avoid the sun's worst time of day. However, when the big man was looking at the sky and the earth to choose a site to stop the caravan, his brows suddenly wrinkled slightly, and he said to the surroundings: "It doesn't seem to be a good day tonight. ”

The day is sunny for a hundred days, and the night is sunny for two days.

This is Fang Tian's evaluation of the weather here when he walks in this big desert, which means that the day is always clear. When the sun is shining, there are almost no dark clouds, and those who want to sunbathe can be satisfied here every day, but at night, there is no one in ten sunny days, and the others are either wind or sand.

After last night's extremely rare good weather, today. It's time for the wind to blow.

It's just that even Fang Tian didn't expect that Tie Damu's "tonight's sky doesn't seem to be very good" at noon, what kind of method is not very good. - After the lunch break, the caravan set off again, but before the sun could completely set. Far away in the sky, dark clouds were rising.

"Great sandstorm!" Nanfeng's face was solemn, and he muttered these three words out of his mouth.

And many big men of the caravan. Including Tie Damu, who is the leader, everyone is like facing a great enemy of life and death.

This made Fang Tian feel a little strange. For this caravan. Sandstorms and other things need to be guarded against, but these people should be desert veterans. This should be the case more than once, so shouldn't it be this kind of reaction at this time?

However, Fang Tian didn't ask.

Anyway, everything is under his nose, just look at it, and you will know.

The caravan immediately stopped and began to camp. However, this camping was not the same method as yesterday and today at noon, and both times it was a random place to stop the caravan, and at this time, first Tie Damu stared around, looking at the surrounding environment very seriously, and then many big men ran out, scattered in all directions, lying on the ground from time to time, feeling or listening to something with their ears.

After a long time, after exchanging opinions with the great men, the caravan finally chose a place to camp.

However, for the location they chose, Fang Tian couldn't see anything else for a while, except that it was far away from the sand dunes.

The speed of the big men is very fast, obviously giving people a feeling that the wind and rain are coming, and the two magicians of Nanfeng and Damu are no longer as idle as they were camping before, and it can be said that they played the main force of this camp, with them as the leader, with the assistance of the big men, digging sand, digging pits, and then burying piles.

Three pieces of hard iron wood with a thickness of more than ten meters are buried in the ground at an angle of 45 degrees, completely buried, separated from the bottom, and closed at the top to form a tripod, and the closing place is connected with a heavy iron chain to guò The iron wood is repeatedly wound inside and outside.

Then, in the frame supported by these three ironwoods, the sand and soil inside were emptied little by little, and many ironwoods that were slightly smaller than the ironwoods of the bracket and about the thickness of the bowl were also fastened in the bracket with iron chains as scattered stress points, and then pieces of ironwood boards two fingers thick were attached to the bracket like tiles.

The caravan was divided and acted in an orderly manner, although it was fast and there was no panic, and in almost half a magic time, an "underground hut" that seemed extremely solid was built. Of course, whether it is really strong or not remains to be verified by the facts.

This is where men and camels are to stay.

As for goods and wagons, they are relatively simple, and they are also linked together by thick iron chains and then sunk into the ground together.

If you do this kind of work on a normal land, two fifth- or sixth-level magicians and these dozens of big men will have to work hard for most of the day, but in this desert, the difficulty of the task has been reduced by more than ten times, and it also takes almost half a magic hour or so, and the task is completed.

Finally, after a look outside, everyone in the caravan slowly entered the hut, and Fang Tian also entered with the two little ones.

With so many people crammed together, it is not spacious, Fang Tian has a feeling of taking a hard-seat train again, and it is the Spring Festival. However, in the room, the atmosphere was very solemn, and the big men were almost not talking.

The big men divided some of their hands to do the final work, which was to seal the entrance, and then the whole underground room was left with an opening on the top next to the ground, and the attention of the two magicians was always focused on this opening.

Soon after the people entered the ground, there was movement on the ground.

Coming from far away, it was like the sound of someone whistling, but it was just a lot of people blowing. And it's very playful, like melodious. Ups and downs. But when everyone in the caravan heard this voice, their faces changed. As if it was a summons from the devil, someone whispered, "Here we are!"

Sure enough, it's coming!

The playful whistle only lasted for a short time, probably two or three minutes, and then all of a sudden, the whistle was stretched and stretched to the limit, and it became a terrible strange sound, and with this strange sound, the "rustle" sound from far and near also began to sound.

That's the sand on the surface of the Great Desert. Migration is being carried out as a whole.

At this point, it can be regarded as peaceful, but this is only a prelude. And with the progress of the overture, large swaths of yellow sand, carried by the long wind, fluttered to the sky. If you have a paintbrush, it will be very beautiful to paint this scene, especially at this time. The remnant sun in the western sky has not yet receded.

But the overture was also extremely short, and soon, the yellow sand that had just fluttered in the sky turned into a devastating drumbeat, enveloped by the strong wind. Swirling back and forth in the sky, or falling like raindrops in patches.

It was heavy raindrops that were overweight.

At the same time, more yellow sand was swept into the sky.

This should be a progression of the overture. ――Yes. The official tune hasn't started yet, this qiē. It's just rehearsal and preparation.

The remnant sun of the western sky slipped towards the valley little by little, and the whole heaven and earth were between heaven and earth. The momentum of the wind is also getting bigger and bigger, and the sky is really surging in the sky. Large black clouds slid across the sky like a curtain, allowing the vision of the people in the underground hut to change through the small windows.

The two magicians have been using guò spells to block the entry of the wind and quicksand.

Fortunately, this doesn't seem to be that difficult.

After the sky was getting late, and the dark clouds also completely wrapped the sky, the situation escalated abruptly, and the wind speed rose in a straight line from about four, five or six at the beginning of the previous life, to seven, eight, nine, and then quickly passed eleven or two.

In a previous life, this was already a hurricane.

But here, this qiē is only the beginning.

I don't know whether the wind helps the sand, or the sand helps the wind, in short, the two are combined, more and more crazy, between the whole heaven and earth, there are terrible echoes, and the heavy sound of yellow sand, the frequency is extremely high, the speed is extremely fast, and it is getting higher and higher, faster and faster.

At this moment, it is like there are countless throwing knives and countless hammers, desperately shuttling and smashing outside.

In the underground hut, the camel beast was obviously uneasy and commotion, but fortunately, the big men had been prepared and had been closely accompanying them, and there was no problem under the appeasement. At this time, the two magicians both looked solemn. -- The slightest negligence will cause the yellow sand to smash in.

And with the momentum of the yellow sand outside, it is already obvious that it can hurt people.

At this time, whether it is a sixth-level martial artist or a sixth-level magician, if he is outside, it is appropriate to be swept away by the wind, and it is difficult to say whether he can be killed.

The hut was now almost completely covered in sand, and the two magicians maintained the small opening on it, neither letting it be covered by the sand, nor letting the sand penetrate it. Then in the process, the wind speed outside climbs up again.

Thirteen, fourteen, five, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen!

Until the terrible roar became the only sound between heaven and earth, the entire desert seemed to have become a ghost domain, or in the parlance of this world, the domain of the undead!

The huge sand dunes on the ground were teared apart effortlessly like papier-mâché at this point, and then the torn yellow sand joined the destroyers.

What happens when you are hit by a storm of more than 100 m/s and sand on you?

Nobody knows.

In the words of a novelist in Fang Tian's previous life, he has seen people, but they are all dead.

What's more, it's not just a confrontation. -- Not by all! but ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand times without stopping for a moment...... The entire heaven and earth turned into a huge monster at this moment, tearing apart and devouring a qiē......

There were many big men in the hut, and their faces were a little pale.

Fang Tian knew why they were pale.

This hut is not very safe! Although it is completely underground and "protected" by the whole earth, this does not guarantee that it will not be implicated. -- If a sand dune rolls over in the distance, and when you come to the vicinity of the hut, and it happens to be swept up by a great wind, then it is likely that the land where the hut is located will also be cut away with a "shovel".

That means the top of the hut will be exposed to the ground.

You don't have to show too much, just one meter like this, maybe a minute or two at most, and the whole hut will be overturned.

And once the hut topples, all the people exposed to this undead realm can be absolutely sure that none of them will survive!

In other words, this is fate hanging in the sky, between the two, it is said that it will be explained.

"Xiaodong, Xiaoxi, are you afraid?" Fang Tian asked as he looked at the two little guys who had been staying by his side.

Both little guys were trembling slightly. -- This is actually quite normal, and it does not mean that you are timid, but that it is an instinctive tremor of the body. People who have had a similar experience will know that if they are not afraid, they will tremble.

"Teacher, I'm not afraid. Xiao Dong grabbed the corner of Fang Tian's clothes and said. Although he was not afraid to speak, his trembling voice and pale face exposed him.

Xiao Xi directly hugged Fang Tian's arm tightly.

In fact, the two little guys were not so close to Fang Tian before, although after teaching magic, they already had extreme trust in Fang Tian, but after all, the contact time was still short, and even a fraction of it was only two days. And from trust to intimacy, it will take a certain amount of time to catalyze.

But then, the outside environment acts as a catalyst.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, that's good, the teacher will take you out for a while. Fang Tian said with a smile.

"Huh?" Before he realized what their teacher was saying, the next moment he found himself soaring into the air, and in a flash, he slipped out of the opening above the hut and into the mouth of the deep, dark monster.

And then it's "Ahhh

The two small bodies were swept up by the storm as soon as they came out of the cave and went to the sky.

Both of them were terrified for a moment, but only after being frightened did they realize that the most terrible thing they imagined had not happened.

They were indeed swept by the wind, and only by listening to the terrible scream between heaven and earth and the rapid roar of the wind in their ears, they knew that it was indeed terrible and terrible outside, but not a grain of sand fell on them, and no wind blew directly on them.

And in the next moment, they "looked" at their surroundings and the whole environment between heaven and earth.

The storm was raging, and the sand was raging.

They themselves were swept by the storm and flew around, which was much crazier than yesterday's kind of teacher who made them fall from the sky!

"Xiaodong, Xiaoxi, feel it well, this is Tianwei. ”

The teacher's voice came from not far away from them, just like in the daytime, "This is wind magic, but it is not performed by people, but by this heaven and earth. Take a good look and see how people cast their spells. (To be continued......)