The land of dry land seems to have no end wherever you go.

The sun scorched overhead, scorching the earth and distorting it.

On the flat ground, at one end of the distant almost horizon, a few people approached.

The first one walked like a tiger, as if this cruel environment had nothing to do with him.

"Senior brother, senior brother, let's rest for a while."

Behind him, Zhang Feixuan had already begun to gasp, Rao was a land immortal, but at this moment, he felt that his steps were heavy, and he felt that he was exerting force with every step, and the shaking fan felt weighty, and the fan was not so graceful.

Especially this sun, it is so vicious that he can't stand it anymore if he doesn't stop for a while.

Not only him, but Wang Qizheng and Gao Sishu were also white-skinned, and Rao drank a lot of water, but when they stepped on this land, they still felt that the drought was tight.

But the bell next to the senior brother, I don't know what the reason, it is very energetic, wherever the senior brother goes, she follows wherever she goes, and she doesn't see any trace of tiredness at all.

They all received blessings from the Chaos Sea, and the bell has not yet received the talent of the master, so why does it look like he is at ease now.

Hearing this, Song Yin frowned, "You still have to cultivate well, this drought is just a difference between heaven and earth, as long as you concentrate and hold on, then you can not only feel the experience of mortals, but also not let yourself fall into too tired situations." ”

That's what I said

It's the same as not saying.

If there is your Song Yin's ability in the world, can the Four Heavenly Venerables still have such a big influence?

I don't know which pimple to run to draw circles a long time ago.

"Senior brother, why don't you get a rain." Wang Qizheng shouted: "It's really dry this day, damn it, how did you suffer it before?"

"Rain"

Song Yin was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something, when suddenly his face froze, his footsteps flashed, and he disappeared directly in place as light.

"Senior brother! Brother! Wait for us! ”

Zhang Feixuan screamed, gritted his teeth, and followed.

It wasn't long before they saw Song Yin standing in front of them, and there, a group of people were lying. Person.

It's people!

A few people approached very quickly, and they saw a group of people lying on this arid land, and Song Yin was standing in front of these people at the moment, and he was passing the yellow wind from his sleeve, enveloping everyone.

The group of people was unclothed, tattered, and had few taels of flesh left on their bodies, all of them were bones, and their bellies were strangely swollen.

They were still alive, still breathing weakly, but they were obviously so close to the door, and they had no strength in their bodies, waiting there to die.

"There are still people!" Zhang Feixuan was startled for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Wang Qizheng.

This scene should be familiar to him.

"They all ate dirt."

Wang Qizheng, who was still a little tired, came over at this moment, glanced at the stomachs of these people, and said, "Fortunately, if it is a little later, it will be swollen and starved to death." ”

These people immediately stirred up his memory.

Even after nearly a hundred years, he still dare not forget it when he sees it now.

When there was a famine, everyone was about the same, and Wang Qizheng had seen too many such people.

There was nothing to eat, not even water to drink, so I fled all the way, trying to find a place where I could have food, and finally I was so hungry that I couldn't even eat the soil.

If you are lucky, you can still save your life by eating soil, but if you are unlucky, if you eat too much, the soil will swell in your stomach and you will not be able to get out, and you will be hungry, and finally you will starve to death.

I'm starving to death.

How ridiculous.

Fortunately, there is a senior brother here

Wang Qizheng couldn't help but smile and looked at Song Yin's side, senior brother, this yellow wind, don't say that there is still one breath left, but there is no gas, maybe he can return his soul.

Isn't the master an example?

Du Huangfeng is right, he is hungry like this, if there is no immortal means, even if he is forcibly poured to eat and drink, it is useless, this dying body can't absorb anything, and if he stays for a while, it will be fateful.

But the yellow wind once restored its vitality in order to continue to nourish the body.

"You people, luck." Wang Qi was about to speak, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It's been so long, why are these people still hanging on to it?

Even the breath is a dying breath.

Senior brother's yellow wind, don't move?

Song Yin also furrowed his brows, the yellow wind in his sleeves was still blowing, but his eyes were already looking up at the sky.

"The land of evil ways is also worthy of stopping me? Get out of the way, don't delay me in saving people! ”

As he drank this, it was as if something around him had been broken, and the yellow wind blew through everyone, making their faces a little more human, and their bodies trembled.

"Ahh

One of the old men opened his mouth slightly, letting out a low moan.

"Wake up!"

Wang Qizheng opened his mouth and spit out a water hyacinth, ran over to help the old man up, and fed the water hyacinth little by little.

These people, even if they drink water, can't drink booze, they can only feed a little bit, moisten their throats first, and then find a way to get out the soil in their stomachs, and slowly recuperate in order to live.

The old man drank a little water, and his chapped lips became a little more moisturized, and his spirit seemed to be better, but soon all the people lying on the ground groaned.

"What are you doing with the pestle!" Where can Wang Qizheng take care of so many people by himself, and shouted at the back.

"The third child, I know that this is your hometown, there are so many people, I am willing to save it, but let's . Obviously there are better means, shouldn't it be more relaxed, not lazy, just efficient. ”

Zhang Feixuan said a word, and smiled at Song Yin again: "Yes, teacher. Elder brother? ”

Such a trivial matter, just let the senior brother rain down, the drizzle moisturizes things, it can not only moisturize, but also make these people more sober, why bother feeding them with water one by one.

He originally thought so, but when he looked at his senior brother again, he found that his face was not better, he was still so solemn, and his heart was full of sighs

This is not right.

Song Yin looked at this group of people, and suddenly waved his sleeves, and saw that the bodies of these mortals trembled, and clumps of clay flew out of their stomachs, and this clay fell to the ground, and even emitted a strange stench, as if they had been in the human body for too long.

Without soil, mortals' bellies naturally dried up.

Then, Song Yin's two fingers were erected, and he raised his head to the sky, and it rained directly in the scorching sky.

Whoa!

The raindrops the size of beans quickly fell on the dry soil, soaking the bodies of the people and soaking the dry land.

But the more this is the case, the more solemn Song Yin's face becomes.

These mortals felt wet, subconsciously opened their mouths, and constantly swallowed the rain, but in addition to their lips soaking, no matter how much rain they swallowed, these people were still lying there, not to mention getting up, not a single one opened their eyes.

It seems to be just a façade, just like this earth

"That's not right!"

Wang Qizheng's pupils shrank, "Why isn't it wet, shouldn't it!" ”

The old man he was holding seemed to have entered the water, but upon closer inspection, he found that his lips were still chapped, and the layer of infiltration was like the epidermis, and it had not penetrated into it.

Like the earth under his feet, the dry and cracked plots, let the heavy rain enter, but not even the water accumulates, it is directly swallowed up by the dry soil.

Water, useless.

(End of chapter)