Chapter Ninety-Nine: Mirage

"Huaisheng, did you say we went the right way?"

Zhang Sanyi licked his chapped lips, stood on the hill, and looked helplessly at the endless yellow sand, it was already the third day, he and Huai Sheng had been walking, all the way up, and there was no one to meet, but there were more sand soldiers.

Moreover, Zhang Sanyi found an even more terrifying thing, that is, in this desert, there seems to be no Qi at all, the consumption of Qi Sword was quite small two days ago, and he didn't find it yet, but today, he finally knew, which made him dare not use Qi Ning Sword casually.

"It should be right?"

The little monk was still a little energetic, kicking something under his feet and raising a puff of dust, it seemed, this was also a pleasure.

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Sanyi cut down a sand soldier who suddenly appeared behind him, and he didn't look back, just three days, this kind of thing is already a habit for him, and even a kind of inertial action, his ears heard it, he felt it, and the Qi sword in his hand swung over.

Zhang Sanyi doesn't know when he has to go, but, it seems, he is going to go down again today, although there is the existence of that magical purple clay pot, don't worry about drinking water, I don't know if the old monk has already calculated, but, every day when he opens his eyes, it is yellow sand, and he has to be careful, and let go of the sand soldiers who suddenly appeared, sooner or later he will be crazy.

"Click—"

"Boom-"

Originally, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the cloudless sky was also like a change of face, and it suddenly darkened, and the dark clouds were black and oppressive, standing on the sand mountain, I felt that the sky was really low, and it seemed that I could reach out and grab the feet and necks of the heavenly lord.

"What the hell are you afraid of?"

Zhang Sanyi scolded, took the little monk and climbed down the sand mountain, standing on the sand mountain, he was really a little weak-hearted, and he was afraid that in the next second, the thick lightning would split over.

A pink flower umbrella was propped up in the yellow sand, which was particularly conspicuous, and two people, one big and one small, shrank under the umbrella, shivering.

The big raindrops are down, mixed with the big soybean-sized ice balls, hitting the umbrella, crackling like fried soybeans, very lively, the rain is really heavy, just a minute or two, the surrounding dry yellow sand has been soaked.

Suddenly, less than a meter away from Zhang Sanyi, a sand soldier slowly crawled out, condensed the Qi sword, Zhang Sanyi slashed at the head of the sand soldier, and it was not as easy as before, although a sword, the sand soldier was split in half, but Zhang Sanyi felt struggling, much more difficult than usual, and the Qi sword was also obviously much darker.

Walking out three times, the cold Jade Emperor and the ice ball smashed on the face, the stinging pain, Zhang Sanyi kicked the head that was split in half, as hard as a stone, it should be because of the rain, with moisture, the sand soldiers also became hard.

This is not good news, I don't know how long this rain will be, depending on the momentum, it is not a matter of a while.

Zhang Sanyi was a little faintly sad and a little irritable.

The rain mixed with hail fell more and more urgently, hitting the skin, stinging like a needle prick, the little monk Huaisheng had already put on thick clothes and was still shivering from the cold, and then I didn't know where to take out the wide and shabby monk's robe full of patches and put it on again, which seemed to be warm, shrunk under the umbrella, and held the third brother in his arms.

Back under the umbrella, Zhang Sanyi's exposed skin was already red, I don't know if he was frozen or hit by an ice hockey, squatting in front of the small fire that had been lit under the umbrella for a short time, the flames were not high and dying, and he didn't care about the wet clothes on his body, as if he couldn't feel the coldness on his body.

......

The cold ice rain fell for almost a whole day, and Zhang Sanyi, the little monk and the third brother also stayed under the umbrella for a whole day, except for cutting down the sand soldiers who came out with their hands, it seems that it should be called Shiren, because it is really hard.

It was dark very early, and when it was completely dark, the rain stopped, but the temperature was still getting lower and lower, and Zhang Sanyi put on the only clothes left in his backpack, he was afraid that what would he do if he got frostbitten?

This ghost ruins, I don't know what's going on, less is better than more, in fact, he regretted entering the ruins a little, he originally wanted to come in and touch the luck that the bull brother said, but it turned out to be the way it is now, and he is now very melancholy.

In the middle of the night, the moon actually came out, and the moonlight of the white flowers shone brightly on the sandbags covered with a thin layer of ice, and the whole desert seemed to be bright.

Suddenly, in Zhang Sanyi's trance, a huge and magnificent palace was faint, a little illusory, Zhang Sanyi still rubbed his eyes, and looked fixedly, it was not the kind of palace in the West, this palace is a complete domestic ancient building, which is rare in this world.

The phantom of the palace disappeared after not lasting, and Zhang Sanyi was still immersed in the scene he saw just now, needless to say, Zhang Sanyi, who had gone to college, also knew that this was just a mirage, but since there was a mirage, it means that this palace should exist.

Perhaps, this palace is the real ruins, but where is it? This made Zhang Sanyi discouraged for a while.

One night, it was calm again, Zhang Sanyi unconsciously relaxed his vigilance and stretched his waist, because it had rained, and the sun that had just climbed out of the sand mountain in the morning shone on his body, and it was not warm at all.

The little monk didn't know when he got up, and stood beside Zhang Sanyi, his body was bloated and fatter, and the top was the monk's robe that he couldn't afford to lose.

Facing the sun, the little monk folded his hands, the treasure was solemn, and he made a salute without chanting the scriptures.

Zhang San glanced at the movements of the little monk out of the corner of his eye, and just smiled slightly, Huai Sheng was originally a monk! Although, now his hair is quite long, and he looks like a dirty little guy.

"Let's go! or east?"

"Hmm"

Facing the sun, the two walked on the sandbag with a thin layer of ice, "Click-click-", which was the sound of broken ice.

This is the fifth day, and I don't know when they will be able to walk out of this sea of sand and walk to that beautiful palace.

Just when Zhang Sanyi looked into the distance and wanted to see something other than sand, suddenly, the sandbags not far away squirmed, and the two sabines came out, different from usual, this time two sand soldiers appeared together, and the difference was that the two sand soldiers who appeared this time seemed to have a clearer armor than before, looking more powerful and tall, and the scarlet in their eyes was like two fires.

After the two sand soldiers appeared, they did not rush over to attack, but seemed to glance at each other, turned each other's horns, and walked slowly towards Zhang Sanyi, every step was extremely solid.

Zhang Sanyi was not in a hurry, condensed the Qi sword, and waited for the sand soldiers to come, although the sand soldiers walked very slowly, but the distance of a few meters was only a matter of a few steps, and in a blink of an eye, in front of Zhang Sanyi, a sand soldier's spear directly attacked Zhang Sanyi's upper body, and almost at the same time, another sand soldier attacked Zhang Sanyi's lower body, and the cooperation was extremely tacit.

For a while, Zhang Sanyi had a kind of difficulty to dodge, so he had to cut off the spear that was already close with a sword, and taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Sanyi's Qi sword swept towards the head of one of the sand soldiers, and the sand soldier actually tilted his head, and the Qi sword rubbed his ears and slashed on the shoulder.

Zhang Sanyi was slightly stunned, this made him a little surprised, he would be dodged, his Qi sword was slashed on the armor, it was just breaking the armor, shouldn't it be directly split in half?

"Third uncle, be careful"

Huai Sheng's voice startled him, and the spear of another sand soldier had already pierced his chest.

Rolling away in embarrassment, although he dodged his chest, the spear still grazed his arm, and blood came out in an instant, and a piercing pain rushed to his mind, making him grit his teeth.

The sand soldiers seemed to be a little aggressive, seeing that the blow was successful, the two sand soldiers attacked together with a very tacit understanding, this time, Zhang Sanyi dodged, and the two spears pierced into the sand, and there were twenty or thirty centimeters inserted into the sand, which was enough to see the strength of the sand soldiers.

The blood on his arm flowed more and more, cold sweat flowed, and after several attacks, Zhang Sanyi's Qi sword failed to hit the head of the sand soldier as he wished, and if he continued to consume it, he was afraid that he would bleed to death.

Enduring the pain, Zhang Sanyi condensed another Qi sword in his left hand, held two swords in his hand, and rushed to the front of the sand soldier with an arrow step, taking advantage of the moment when the sand soldier's attack failed, the Qi sword in his right hand was handed out, and the sand soldier's head was still the same as before, dodging, but, in the next second, the Qi sword in his left hand had been slashed firmly on the sand soldier, and the head of the sand soldier fell to the ground in response, becoming two halves, and the huge body smashed heavily behind him, and for a while, the dust was flying.

I don't know if it's because one of the sand soldiers fell, the other sand soldier seems to be crazy, his scarlet eyes are even redder, like a crazy beast, the attack is messy a lot, but it is even more fierce, Zhang Sanyi can only hide for a while, and he can't even get close to the crazy sand soldier.

Suddenly, a small Qi sword flew out of Zhang Sanyi's cuffs, and stabbed straight into the eyebrows of the sand soldier with lightning speed, and the sand soldier's head exploded instantly and shattered to the ground.

Leaning over and panting for breath, Zhang Sanyi's back was already wet, and he just felt a cold, although he was extremely embarrassed, but Zhang Sanyi still grinned and smiled without style.

The sword control seemed to have been, and he succeeded, although it was only a very small Qi sword, and it was still a sneak attack, but he succeeded.

Sitting on the sand with a buttocks, the little monk who was hiding on the side just now staggered over and skillfully bandaged Zhang Sanyi's left arm, and Zhang Sanyi was still like a big fool, laughing hehehe, and didn't want to think about it, what if a few more sand soldiers appeared?

After resting for a while, Zhang Sanyi took Huaisheng and started to walk again, it seemed that because of the success of the sword, Zhang Sanyi walked briskly, and talked and laughed with the little monk from time to time, but the little monk didn't seem to be in high spirits, and it was always "oh", "um", "good", "don't know" and other words.

The temperament is good, and the time flies quickly when he walks naturally, and the sun seems to be in a hurry to sleep, but he still hides behind the sand mountain, Zhang Sanyi and Huai Sheng did not stop.

The moon is very round and big, about fifteen, and the moonlight of the white flowers is still very bright.

"Tired?"

Huai Sheng shook his head.

"That'...... Go on?"

Huai Sheng nodded.

The whole sea of sand is unusually quiet, only the sound of "rustling ......" walking.

Suddenly, the night before, the mirage that Zhang Sanyi saw appeared again, and without chasing, Zhang Sanyi and Huai Sheng stopped at the same time, raised their eyes into the distance, and stared at the beautiful palace.

Today's palace is clearer than yesterday, Zhang Sanyi can even see the lifelike eaves beast, as well as the golden door nails on the closed vermilion door.

"Wow...... It's beautiful."

The little monk wiped the tip of his nose, as if he was shocked.

Zhang Sanyi pursed his lips, thinking in his mind that compared to those palaces in the capital, it would be a big deal, and he didn't know if there was a palace in the capital of this world.

The capital, sooner or later, you have to go and see it.