The heavy rain and wind lasted for nine days before stopping, and the formation of fangs and claws carried the slaughter and depression of autumn. If it weren't for the new green, it would be the same as the Western Continent.

The government's relief efforts only began smoothly on the 10th, and the first nine days were hampered by wind and rain, and the efficiency was very low.

When Li Jimian went to Guangnan East Road, he happened to encounter a strong wind from the north, and after a mile, the Xuanlu crane could not fly, and the strong wind blew it from side to side, Li Jimian couldn't open his eyes, and was almost blown out of the air a few times, so he had to turn back and fly north, and found a nearby cave to shelter from the wind.

The heavy rain can still be endured, but the wind is like a sword array, the sword qi is sufficient, the pressure is supreme, and everything that touches it is swept up. Li Jimian hid in the cave, the sky was full of dusk and whirring rain, and the whole sky was like a waterfall gap.

I could hear the rumbling sound on the ground, like an earthquake, and like thousands of horses galloping, like the rolling waves of the sea, and a huge force swept directly towards the mountain.

Li Jimian luckily fixed his feet, withstood the strong wind at the entrance of the cave, and slowly looked down the mountain, just as he saw a gray-green dragon howling through the mountain.

It was the work of the high winds. The down-hanging wind is like a water dragon, sucking everything wherever it goes, sand, boulders, ancient trees, flowers and plants, and even the insects dormant in the ground are not spared.

Xuan Crane cowered into the cave, Li Jimian stood at the entrance of the cave and watched the grand scene, he had only seen a land whirlwind in the northwest grassland desert in the past, but he didn't expect to see a strong wind from the sea this time when he went south, the power was so fierce, compared to the grassland land wind, it was even better.

The gray-green dragon circled upwards and stuck to it, and Li Jimian immediately hid in the cave. The sound of a knock was near, and the flying sand and rocks quickly filled the cave.

Seeing a small gust of wind rushing into the cave with debris, Li Jimian and Xuan Yuhe hurriedly went to the cave to continue drilling. There was a side hole in the main cave, and as soon as he and his mount hid in the side hole, the wind passed by.

"Whew", Li Jimian blew a breath, and the rain outside was getting heavier. The danger just now made him feel a trace of fear, and his heart was pounding, which he had never felt in a few years.

There was already a howl in the distance below the mountain, and people and animals were singing. Rain, river water, rolling stones, and blood water, the four have long been inseparable.

In this kind of scene, the more suffering he is, the happier it is. Li Jimian has an abnormal yearning for life and death.

If there is beauty on earth, it is a disaster.

Encountering this kind of once-in-a-century beauty, Li Jimian certainly wants to stop and appreciate it. Moreover, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he made up his mind to wait until the rain stopped, and then go south.

Guangnan East Road was the first to be impacted, countless houses and tiles were destroyed, and it also rained heavily for several days, the water level of the river soared, and countless people drowned.

After the strong wind, Luofu Mountain was in a mess, the Tang Pagoda had been blown to the ground, and the magic talisman inside had already been swept away with all the idle things. The pavilion under the tower was also uplifted, overturned in mid-air, and disappeared.

When the gale was coming, the pavilion was already overwhelmed by the wind ahead, and the old blind man trembled, still counting incessantly, and reciting words in his mouth.

Seeing this, the short-hit young man already sensed that danger was coming, looked at this crooked and fragile pavilion, and then looked at the crumbling Tang Tower, and sighed: "Master, we have to pack up our things, we can't stay." ”

The old blind man put down his abacus and said, "It's very windy, once in a hundred years, it's not safe anywhere, pack up your things and enter the Tang Tower!"

"The tower is also crumbling and not very safe. ”

"Li'er, let's go to the bottom of the tower, the underground level. ”

"Master, isn't that taboo?"

"At this juncture, there is no taboo. ”

The master and apprentice hurriedly moved to the basement floor, which was the foundation part of the Tang Tower.

The young man carried all the divination calculation drawings into it. A candle lit a fire, and the flickering light and shadow illuminated the gloomy and gloomy underground.

"Book, abacus, pen, paper, see if anything is missing?" asked the blind man.

The short-beaten youth just hurriedly searched.

(There is something today, so I have updated these words for the time being, and I will complete this chapter tomorrow.) Good night, everybody. ）