"It's a terrible thing to say about it, but it's impossible not to take some risks if you want to get that man's things. The point is that there is another big enemy next to him, so that he doesn't dare to really let go. “

When the Thunder Demon was secretly annoyed, he suddenly felt something, and when he glanced at it, he saw the Wind Demon Maha Zheng looking over with burning eyes.

"Maha, what do you mean by this look, do you still have the heart to fight me under such circumstances?"

"Hmph, kill my beloved son's revenge, wait for this matter, and then settle accounts with you slowly. The Wind Demon smiled coldly and turned away from him.

"Needless to say, such unintentional words, cultivation has reached the level of you and me, what is a mere heir. Since you and I have this opportunity to come to this strange desert, why don't we join forces for a while?"

"Join forces, how to join forces? I said yes, will you really feel at ease?" Mahara's eyes flashed with a different color, but a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face.

"You and I are well aware of this strange rumor, and since we have come here, we have no intention of returning empty-handed. I believe that Brother Maha is the same, as long as the Taoist friends are willing to join forces, what is there to worry about Lie. When Lie Zhentian heard this, his heart was relieved, and his expression softened a little and said:

When Maha heard this, he was silent for a while, and his thoughts turned sharply.

The name of the desert, in the land of the Southern Barbarians, there are not a few people who know it.

Speaking of which, this black desert is like a moving spatial secret realm, which has appeared in various places in the Nanban many times.

However, what really made the name of the desert spread all over the Nanban was a rumor more than thousands of years ago.

At that time, it was said that someone broke into the desert and picked up a personal treasure of the former lord of the Southern Wilderness and the puppet emperor of the Southern Wilderness at the edge, and brought it out safely.

As soon as this matter spread, it immediately caused a lot of waves in the Southern Wasteland, and the entire Southern Barbarian monks were shaken by it, and at the same time the major forces were involved. After hundreds of years of bloody rain, it slowly subsided.

However, after this incident, although countless people have gone around to track down the whereabouts of Wei Mo, his traces have always been mysterious.

This insophancy often takes decades or even hundreds of years. It will only appear once, and the location is erratic, and it will disappear without a trace in a very short time.

Sometimes it is clear that the major forces have already received the news, but when they send people to rush there, the desert is strangely gone.

Therefore, for thousands of years, there are very few high-ranking monks who have truly entered the desert.

Even if there were a few casual cultivators who could enter the Desert, except for the lucky one who carried the treasure at the beginning, there was no second person who could come out of it.

Therefore, it is also said that the desert is a Jedi.

And the only lucky one was killed by others early. Therefore, the real situation inside the strange desert has not been known for all these years.

However, almost all forces believe that it must have something to do with the puppet emperor of the Southern Wilderness who suddenly disappeared tens of thousands of years ago, and it is very likely that it will be the final place of its transformation and inheritance.

However, since it involves the remnants of the Southern Wilderness Puppet Emperor, who is powerful and powerful. No matter how dangerous it is, the people who have come after him are naturally still eager to rush to it, and even if a celestial realm powerhouse like the Wind and Thunder Two Demons encounters it, they can't resist its temptation.

"It's okay to join forces for the time being, but it's only limited to getting out of trouble, as for whether you can find the relics of the Southern Wilderness Puppet Emperor in the future, it depends on their respective chances. Maha was silent. After a while, he took a long breath and said.

"Okay, Maha Daoist is really a cheerful person, then it is a word!" Seeing that the Wind Demon agreed, Fierce Earthquake immediately looked up to the sky and said with a laugh.

It's just that both of them know that this covenant is not binding at all, and they are only waiting for the ruins to be found. It is likely that this is the time when the two of them turn their faces.

Speaking of which, although it is rumored to be extremely dangerous in the desert, the two of them don't pay much attention to it.

After all, the monks who entered here before were said to have the highest cultivation level and only the True Dan Realm.

"It seems that it will take some time for this sandstorm to subside, so you and I should take advantage of this time. Recover your mana, and then let's break out together. Earthquake looked at the storm outside and said.

"It's fine. Maha nodded, agreeing with the idea.

Then the two tacitly took the mana pill, found a corner, and meditated cross-legged.

......

Outside the Oasis of Shaman, where the Sand people live, a sandstorm would roll up from time to time, but no matter how big the storm was, it would automatically dissipate when it reached the vicinity of the oasis, or make a detour on its own.

, An ordinary-looking gray-robed young man walked out of Shaman City slowly, looked around, and then walked to a sand dune not far away and sat cross-legged.

It was Liu Ming who strayed into this black desert.

In the blink of an eye, he had been in this oasis for half a month, and he had a lot of understanding of the situation here.

Especially after reading the manuscript left by a Nanban monk who had been living here before, the origin of this strange desert and the rumors about this place gradually became clear in Liu Ming's mind.

It was not surprising that he had not heard of the rumors before.

Although Liu Ming has been in the Southern Wilderness for a while, most of them are in alchemy, cultivation, and there is not much time to contact with people, how can he deliberately inquire about these rumored things.

And even now, Liu Ming doesn't care much about the so-called Southern Wilderness Puppet Emperor Ruins, and the focus of his concern is how to get out of here.

After all, that Southern Wilderness Puppet Emperor was a powerful person, even if some things were left here, it was not at all that a mere crystallization monk could touch, and any prohibition left could kill him lightly.

And according to what he has heard and witnessed these days, these Sand Tribesmen seem to have a great relationship with this Southern Wilderness Puppet Emperor, and they all respect the Tongxuan power that fell tens of thousands of years ago like a god.

It's a pity that no matter how specific the news is, it is inconvenient to ask in detail.

After thinking about it for a while, Liu Ming pinched his hands, closed his eyes, and entered into a state of meditation.

After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed softly.

The people of the Sand Tribe were right, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in this place was extremely thin, and it was not suitable for the cultivation of foreign monks at all.

With their special physique, the people of the Sand Clan here can directly absorb the vitality from the depths of the underground for cultivation, but for the foreign monks, the absorption has dropped by more than a hundred times, which is a drop in the bucket, and even after a long time, their own mana will slowly dissipate, thus leading the realm to truly fall.

Fortunately, he still has some Yunling Pill and Jin Yuan Dan with him, so he doesn't have to worry about this matter in a short time, but if it is really like what the Great Elder of the Sand Clan said about staying here for a few years, the consequences will be really unimaginable.

Since it was so difficult to cultivate here, Liu Ming naturally didn't bother to do useless things anymore, so he simply lay on his back on the sand dunes, looking up at the yellow sky, a little stunned.

Since he stepped into the cultivation world, he has never left the word cultivation in his heart, and after so many years, he is really a little tired.

The desert in front of him, the black sand is long, and the sky is also gloomy and dim, it can be said that there is no scenery at all, but in Liu Ming's eyes, it is a rare wonder.

The endless black desert, vast and vast, looks extremely spectacular against the background of the dim yellow sky!

Such a scene makes people look at it, and a sense of loneliness and pathos suddenly rises.

Liu Ming looked at it in a daze for a while, and his mood turned out to be a little ethereal.

I don't know how long it took, he suddenly moved in his heart, flipped it with one hand, and suddenly there was an extra piece of silver-white ore in his hand.

Hula!

Liu Ming's hand ignited a red flame in vain, wrapping the ore in it, and it melted into a cloud of silver liquid in an instant.

With a gentle stroke of the other hand, the liquid solidified and took shape, and after a few moments, it turned into a silver flute about two feet long.

Liu Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of remembrance, and he put Yin Xiao to his mouth and played.

A faint flute sound played slowly, like a rising cloud, ethereal, long.

The sound of the flute is gentle and clear for a while, sad and high-pitched for a while, and low as silk for a while, which makes people can't help but feel moved by their minds and look confused.

This flute technique was still learned by a prisoner who was proficient in this way on Fierce Island when he was a child, although it was the first time he had time to play it again since he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, but it was still a world of difference compared to before.

As he thought in his heart, the sound of the flute involuntarily contained a faint sense of homesickness, and the lower and more tactful the tone.

At this moment, the figure of a girl wearing a snow-white skirt and a white veil masked appeared silently not far behind Liu Ming, it was the sand girl with a crystalline aura that he had noticed before.

At this moment, the girl stood pretty, with her snow-white lotus arms crossed on her back, and a pair of beautiful eyes flowing in the autumn season, looking at the gray-robed young man on the small sand dune.

The gentle breeze blowing in the distance lifted the transparent white veil slightly from time to time, revealing one of the faces that could be broken by blowing, and at the same time raised a faint black dust, which seemed to soften on the face against the backdrop of the melodious sound of the flute.

Liu Ming seemed to be unconscious, and played the silver-white flute in his mouth, as if at this moment, between heaven and earth, there was only this flute in his hand, and nothing else.

And the girl just stood quietly, listening to the sound of the flute motionlessly, and her eyes gradually became a little confused.

Time seems to stand still in this moment.

The smoke of the desert, the lonely sand dunes, the man blowing the flute in the air, and the young girl listening quietly all sketch a poignant and desolate picture, faintly revealing an ethereal feeling.

At the end of the song, the sound of the flute gradually became muffled, and finally dissolved into nothingness.

"The girl has been here for a long time, is there something wrong?" Liu Ming gently put down the silver flute in his hand, stood up from the gravel, and then turned around and asked calmly.

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