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The northernmost mountain of Jiuli Mountain is very different from other places, somehow, it is high and dangerous, blocking the northward transpiration of water vapor, so it has become a watershed from here, the south is hot and humid and rainy all year round, and the north, at the beginning, there are some sparse grasses, after extending for fifty miles, it has completely become a desert, which is full of rolling yellow sand, stretching for more than 3,000 miles.

The desert is hot all year round, not to mention the river, even the oasis is rare, and drinking water is very difficult.

The Jiuli people call this desert the Northern Desert, while the Mumba people call this desert the Southern Desert, no matter how it is called, the Gobi Desert of more than 3,000 miles blocks the travel between the two places, perhaps this is also the main reason why the powerful Mumba people did not invade Jiuli in the south, after all, even if the monks can occupy Jiuli for a short time, but large-scale mortals cannot reach it, and without a large number of people of the same clan, the monks are just water without a source, and mortals are the foundation of the cultivation world, this is not an empty word to say casually.

Out of this desert, there began to be sparse grass, but the grass is not very lush, look at the occasional thin wild yellow sheep to know that this place can not support a large number of mortals, so the grassland that stretches for four or five hundred miles, let's call it the grassland, is also sparsely populated.

The desert blocks the flow of people between Mumba and Jiuli, but it does not mean that there is no contact between the two places, thanks to Jiuli's good at smelting, every year there will be a huge caravan across the desert to transport the iron produced by Jiuli to the Momba grassland, and the special products of the Mumba grassland will also be transported to Jiuli.

The caravan is huge, not because of the number of people in the caravan, but because there are many animals pulling the carts, and there are many carts, sometimes even stretching for miles, but usually more than half of the carts are not loaded with goods, but water, and if they do not do this, both people and animals will die of thirst.

The caravan is not something that a merchant dares to go on the road alone, after all, there is not only rolling yellow sand in the desert, but also demon beasts breeding, although it will be cleaned up by the monks and Gu masters on both sides every few decades, but there are always fish that slip through the net, and the caravan formed into a group can jointly fund and hire several monks to escort it, which greatly improves security.

Of course, there is an urgent need for goods, can not make up a large caravan, the merchant can only set off alone, fight for a line of survival, this kind of small caravan is often the favorite of bandits on both sides, yes, is robbery, since ancient times, there is greed and bandits, like the weeds on the grassland, cut stubble after stubble, forbidden can not be stopped.

"Hengsheng Tai" is a caravan between the two places, the strength is not bad, it is a caravan that dares to go on the road alone, the reason is so, because the main family of the caravan is a Mamba medium-sized immortal cultivation family, the family has a number of foundation building monks, not only trafficking in the iron tools needed by mortals, but also trafficking in low-level materials needed by monks.

The storage bag has a limited capacity, and although the capacity of the Jindan monk's sleeve is more, on the one hand, it can't hold too many low-level materials, and second, there is no one who has nothing to do, and is willing to spend a lot of time trafficking these low-profit things, so the circulation of low-level materials mainly depends on vehicles.

Hang Seng Tai is mainly engaged in the business of trafficking iron tools and low-end materials, but if there is a guest who wants to go to Mumba or Jiuli with the caravan, as long as he pays the money, the caravan will not refuse, after all, this is also an extra income, and if you don't make money, you won't make it in vain.

No, at this time there were seven or eight camel carts following the caravan, and the carts were full of mortals, men, women, and children carrying burdens, people were crowded, and there were at least twelve or thirteen people in one caravan.

But the last car is different, lonely, with a carport, the camel pulling the car is tied to the tail of the car in front, following forward, from the occasional curtain can be seen that the passenger is a young man in his twenties and thirties, not very handsome, especially a pair of mung bean eyes, gloomy, how to look how not like a good person.

However, who takes this kind of "luxury" vehicle is not to see who looks good, silver money is the key, in Jiuli, this person smashed a small yellow fish, the team steward immediately smiled, arranged a separate one, and the food on the way is also very different, and the steward and several immortal masters who escorted the car have the same treatment, and drinking water is also a priority supply.

As for why the young man wants to go to the Momba grassland, the steward also asked before getting in the car, this person smiled and said: Life is only a short hundred years, eating, drinking and having fun is too monotonous, it is better to go to the outside world to take a look, and the day you die in the future, you can also close your eyes.

Look, this is a tone with the noble disciples of the Mumba grassland? It is definitely from a big family, and the team manager thinks so.

Although young people come from a large family, they don't have any shelves, and their favorite thing to do is to talk to the coachmen, the coolies, and even the accompanying passengers when the convoy is resting at nightfall, and they can talk about everything, and they are most interested in the customs of the Momba grassland, and whenever they talk about these things with other people, they always look attentive.

In addition, this person's Mumba language is also good, and he may have some strange pronunciation at first, but after nearly three months of chatting with people, if you don't listen carefully, you really can't tell that he is from Jiuli.

At this time, the sky is getting twilight, and the burning clouds in the sky reflect the desert sky, standing on the sand dunes and looking into the distance, giving people a kind of spiritual shock.

"The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river!" The young man seemed to have a feeling, and he turned his hands behind his back, bathed in the sunset, admiring the subtlety and magnificence of natural creation.

The steward listened to this sour tone, and couldn't help pouting, the young masters of these big families love this kind of tune, what's so beautiful about breaking sand and setting sun, isn't it better to stay in the car and be cool?

But then I think about it, it's right, whoever makes the family have a good life will be reincarnated, otherwise they won't be able to eat enough for three meals a day, and who will have the leisure to recite poetry.

At this moment, suddenly a rapid whistle came from the middle of the convoy, and then two figures flew out, it was the Zhuji Immortal Master who was in charge of the escort, and a few people ran after him, but it was also different from the running of mortals, I saw that they were on tiptoe, and their bodies immediately shot out half a zhang away, which was the light body technique of Qi cultivators.

Looking at the blood-red flag raised in the center of the convoy, the steward's face immediately changed greatly, running this line all the year round, he knew that he must be in big trouble, otherwise he would not have hoisted this flag of the highest level of warning.

"Childe, hurry, run, it's dangerous...... Come on...... Hey...... "The steward collected the money, but he was also responsible, and reminded a few words hurriedly, but the young man still stood there deafly, with a smile in his eyes, looking at the distance with interest, and he didn't care about anything else, stomped his feet, and immediately moved closer to the middle of the convoy, where there were still a few Qi Refining Stage Immortal Masters and more than twenty mortal warriors, which was the safest place for the convoy at this time.

After a while, there was a sound of Jin Ge in the distance, mixed with the explosion of talismans, and a miserable scream of "Ah-", no need to ask, there must be a convoy of monks killed.

"It's a sand scorpion, oh my God, how can there be so many sand scorpions, it's over, it's all over now!" one of the most experienced coachmen couldn't help but cry out when he saw the black pressure in the distance.

It is said that although the level of this demon beast is not high, the number is extremely amazing, if there are more than 10,000 of them, there may even be a female scorpion that has formed a demon pill, I just don't know if this group will ......" A Qi refining period monk who was escorting the convoy was full of horror, and his voice stopped abruptly at this time, because he had already turned around and fled.

As soon as he ran, the remaining Qi Refining Stage cultivators glanced at each other, and they also scattered in all directions, leaving only two monks from the caravan family and a group of trembling mortal warriors.

At first, there were only a thousand of them, but as time went by, more and more sand scorpions came out of the soil, and the black pressure stretched for half a mile.

Although the monk's talisman burst open and the surrounding area was swept away, these palm-sized ghosts would soon fill the space left by their companions, and continue to roll towards the convoy without fear of death, and the camels and mortals pulling the cart in the distance were their targets.

There are a few very large ones, as big as watermelons, between jumps, their bodies suddenly bulge in the air, and they can even glide for a short time, these are the aliens in the sand scorpions, and they all have the breath of a third-level demon beast.

"Let's go!" Although the leading foundation building monk did not want to see the loss of the family's property, in the face of more and more sand scorpions, when four Qi refining stage cultivators had already fallen, and the foundation building guest of the family was also injured, he had to issue such an order, as for those mortals, just leave it to fate!

The other foundation building monk opposite him, that is, the family guest qing, smiled bitterly: "It's late, look!"

Following the direction of this person's finger, I saw that at the very tail of the sand scorpion group, the yellow sand suddenly tumbled, and in the skyrocketing smoke, a huge scorpion not much smaller than a camel drilled out, two black eyes exuded a bloodthirsty light, a half-zhang long tail swayed back and forth in the air, and the end of the red hook on it was dripping with a liquid like water, and the liquid was extremely poisonous without guessing.

What's even more desperate is that this sand scorpion can not only fly, but also has a rolling demonic aura that can only be possessed by a fourth-level demon!

"It seems that the talisman is also useless!" The leading Zhuji monk was full of ashes, the talisman might be able to deal with the third-level demon beast, but for the fourth-level demon, this kind of existence that can rival the Jiedan monk is purely a joke.

The huge sand scorpion was unearthed, the camels in the convoy neighed, the instinct of the beasts made them feel the threat of death, and even more so mortals, a few broke down and fled, and most of them couldn't even stand on their feet in the face of the majestic demonic aura, and their legs were weak and they sat on the ground.

"Young man, the outside world is very exciting, right?" The steward walked over, in the face of death, this person looked very lightly, he had saved some money for his family over the years, even if he died at this time, his family could not be hungry, and he came at this time, maybe he wanted to be with the young man before he died, and he was touched by this person's nobility, maybe he could be reincarnated in the next life and be a good family, and he didn't have to work hard for survival.

"Yes, it's wonderful!" the young man nodded with a smile, revealing a pair of white teeth, such an indifferent attitude impressed the steward, shouldn't the noble sons be greedy for life and afraid of death?

Just as he was thinking like this, the young man patted him on the shoulder and said gently, "You can't die!" and then saw the dazzling blue light on the young man's body, and then an equally majestic momentum rose......

(Since the yard, in addition to being tired or tired every day, there are few times when I go to bed before twelve o'clock, sometimes at work, colleagues will ask, why are your eyes always red, is it sick, I can only shake my head and smile bitterly, I have a few days to rest, tomorrow to see if I can recover two watches!)