Every three months, the Cloud Merchant Alliance would carry a large amount of supplies across the Thousand Miles of Fusha River to the Far North, trade with the indigenous monks there, and then return with a full load of the Extreme North's crops.

Zhang Yuanhao happened to have more than two months since the last transaction, so just three days later, the Cloud Business Alliance will go to the Far North to trade again.

A scrawny old monk secretly stuffed Zhang Yuanhao with a token of the Cloud Merchant Alliance, and then told him to join him on time in three days, so that he could follow the merchant alliance team across the Fusha River. Zhang Yuanhao nodded, and then took Long Xin to find an inn in Fang City to live temporarily.

Three days later, Zhang Yuanhao and the others arrived on time. When they arrived at the headquarters of the Cloud Merchant Alliance, they found a large group of monks in a circle loading goods on a camel cart.

The goods were extremely complicated, including a large number of low-grade herbs, low-grade spirit stones, low-grade metal ores, and low-grade pills, and the camel carts were lined up one by one, hundreds of meters wide, and they were all full of goods.

Because the Far North is located on the edge of the continent, where the meta-magnetic disorder and the space is extremely unstable, the low-level storage equipment cannot be used at all, so many low-level trading items can only be escorted by camel carts. And some high-level trading items, such as the first-class magic weapon elixir, are stored in a special storage ring, which is kept by the high-level of the Cloud Business Alliance.

The camel cart is a kind of rally car that relies on the camel beast to travel, the carrying capacity is amazing, an adult camel beast can pull tens of thousands of catties of goods, and it runs faster, and has strong endurance, so the camel beast is often used as a carousel to transport goods.

"Brother Zhang, look to the left!"

A voice sounded in Zhang Yuanhao's ears, and he turned his head to see that a thin old man was sneakily waving at him, signaling Zhang Yuanhao to come to his side.

Zhang Yuanhao took Long Xin by the hand and walked to the old monk's side. It was a camel cart stained with dust, and the lean old man sat on a baffle at the front of the camel cart, beckoning to Zhang Yuanhao secretly.

"Brother Zhang, when someone asks you later, you will say that it is my distant relative who followed me to the Northland to barter!"

The thin old man Cai Lunhui quietly transmitted the voice to Zhang Yuanhao, and showed a smile at him.

Zhang Yuanhao nodded, picked up Long Xin, put her in front of the camel cart, and then sat on it himself.

The year had just entered the summer, so both of them were dressed in gray cloth, which did not look very abrupt, and in the eyes of ordinary people, they were like two miscellaneous monks.

More than an hour passed, and many camel carts started under the order of a foundation builder. Countless wheels crushed, camel beasts trampled on the ground, making a mighty sound, and hundreds of camel carts officially set off under the escort of more than 1,000 monks.

The grunt of wheels, the thick breathing of camel beasts, and the sound of heavy hooves were endless, in addition to low-level monks like Cai Lunhui and Zhang Yuanhao who rode in camel carts, there were more than ten spiritual chariots in the team, with high-level demon beasts as their foot power, which were only able to ride by Zhuji monks and the high-level leaders of the Cloud Business Alliance.

It was already two days before we set out from Cloud City and arrived at the border of the Fusha River, which was hundreds of miles away. In the past two days, in addition to constantly comprehending the mantra of the third layer of the "Burning Mountain Jue", Zhang Yuanhao has also been urging Long Xin to cultivate, making Xiao Nizi have a bitter face.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, there is a thousand miles of floating sand in front of you. Everyone must follow the team closely, and the monks in the edge of the convoy must be careful, always observe the sand detection table, and report it immediately if there is any trouble!"

In front of the boundary of the Fusha River, an elderly monk who looked like a steward shouted, his expression very serious.

As soon as you enter the boundary of the Fusha River, you can clearly perceive the difference from the outside world.

Still at the border, Zhang Yuanhao faintly felt that the water element in the air was becoming more and more scarce, and the spiritual power required to use low-level spells such as the Water Mirror Technique and the Water Bomb Technique was also increasing, and at the back, he couldn't even condense a drop of water at all.

It is said to be a desert, but the strange thing is that there is a trace of chill in the yellow sand. The heat of the original summer was also dispersed without a trace, and a handful of yellow sand was picked up in the sea of sand, like a handful of ice, and people's hands shivered.

The convoy went all the way north, and the scene also changed from yellow and green to sand and yellow, almost the kind of yellow that could not be seen at a glance, monotonous and boring, without a trace of green.

Occasionally, you can see a stubborn plant or insect growing in the sand, but they are all hurriedly skimmed under the iron hooves of the camel beast.

Due to the obstruction of the yellow sand, the speed of the team's march slowed down, and every quarter of an hour, the foundation realm flew up to the sky to identify the direction and guide the convoy.

The time was spent in the non-stop running of the camel beast, and when the sky was dark, the foundation builders also ordered to be stationed in place, so that the camel beast could get enough rest and have the energy to hurry the next day.

At night, the temperature in the floating sand river plummets, the only trace of water in the air condenses into ice mist, and a thin layer of ice floats on the surface of the sand sea, which makes people shiver from the cold.

Most of them are only slightly stronger than ordinary people, and some monks are even weaker than ordinary people.

All the cultivators hid in the camel cart, either using talismans or drawing magic circles, trying their best to isolate the biting cold outside. Even the furry camels leaned against each other to keep each other warm.

Zhang Yuanhao put a blanket in the camel cart on Long Xin's body, let her head rest on his legs, and then leaned on the cart and continued to cultivate.

Just when Zhang Yuanhao was immersed in the deduction of the exercises, he suddenly felt a slight tremor of the camel cart. The spiritual sense emanated in an instant, and I saw countless camel beasts half-crouching down, burying their heads in the yellow sand, not daring to move.

"Sandstorm is coming!

A deep voice exploded in everyone's ears. Zhang Yuanhao gently comforted Long Xin, who was awakened, and looked at Cai Lunhui and the other two monks who were also in the same car with an inquiring eye.

"Brother Zhang, don't worry, it's okay!" Cai Lunhui yawned, "This kind of small sandstorm is almost every day in the Fusha River, it's not surprising. The real horror is the giant sandstorm with waves up to a kilometer high, but it hasn't been seen in years!"

Cai Lunhui and the others immediately got off the camel cart, and then pulled up a huge piece of cloth on the surface of the camel cart, covered the camel cart, and then erected several long shelves on the body around the camel cart, fixed it in the sand, and buried its head in the sand The camel beast also covered its body with cloth, and then lifted the corner of the cloth covered by the car and sat back in the car.

"This is a cloth made from spirit crops that is specially designed to resist sandstorms, ensuring that carts and beasts are not damaged or killed in sandstorms. ”

Seeing that Zhang Yuanhao was a little confused, Cai Lunhui explained.

Before he finished speaking, he heard a roar outside the car like a violent storm. Countless grains of sand slammed against the camel cart through the fabric, making a swishing sound, and the whole camel cart shook slightly.

Exuding a little spiritual sense, Zhang Yuanhao felt that the boundless sand and dust outside the car was churning like a turbulent wave, and in the darkness, the sand wave was like a terrifying beast that devoured everything, sweeping everything that could be destroyed.