The hot wind was surging, and the surrounding area was an endless yellow desert, and the sun in the sky exuded a scorching breath.

At this time, Qingfeng and his party had already left the Kunlun Glacier for a few days, and officially embarked on the road to find the traces of the exquisite ancient city.

Chen Dong and others from the 749 Bureau have disappeared since that day, and they don't know where they are hidden.

The help he said to Qingfeng turned out to be an elite squad of twelve warriors, fully armed.

The fierce aura on their bodies, even Hu Ba, who had participated in the war, couldn't help but be amazed when he saw it, saying that this was something he had never seen a special force.

At the beginning, there were as many as five people in the archaeological team, but now Professor Chen is left in the team, which is also a matter of no choice.

Sa Dipeng accidentally broke his leg, Hao Aiguo was arrested for his death, Chu Jian was naturally frightened when he saw it, and on the same day, he sent a withdrawal report to Professor Chen and Shirley Yang, an archaeological funder.

As for the weak little girl Ye Yixin, who is herself a purely gilded character, Professor Chen thought about it for a while, and then took the initiative to ask her to stay in the hospital to take care of Sa Dipeng and wait for their smooth return.

Unconsciously, the center of gravity of the team's power shifted to the three of Qingfeng, and even Shirley Yang, the funder, was not good.

"Qingfeng Dao Chief, you guys drink some water!"

During the break, Professor Chen hobbled with a water bag and walked over to the three of them.

Regarding Hao Aiguo's arrest, he knew very well that he was completely to blame, and he did not mean to blame Qingfeng and the others.

Even he was grateful in his heart, after so many years of archaeological work and many strange things, he knew how terrifying the power of those secret departments was.

If it weren't for Qingfeng's kindness and finally pleading for him, Hao Aiguo's life might not have been saved.

He went to teach labor education for a few years and endured some hardships, but it was a good thing for him, an arrogant student.

"Thank you, Professor Chen!"

Seeing Professor Chen walking towards him, Qingfeng quickly got up and saluted him, and then took the water bag with a smile.

Originally, the archaeological work could be said to have existed in name only, but the other party did not want to give up this opportunity easily, and walked into this desert full of crises with them.

Regardless of the nature, he still has a good impression of Professor Chen, who is conscientious and dedicated to the cause of national archaeology.

After replenishing some water, the group set off again, and under the leadership of the old man An Liman, who is known as the living map of the desert, they walked in this black desert where there is no village in front of the village, and there is no store behind it, and it is difficult to find traces.

At first, An Liman was still confused, wanting to take the opportunity to knock Shirley Yang, a rich man, but after coming out of the police station and seeing that special team, he never mentioned adding money.

According to what he said, that is, as a common man, you must have the courage to dedicate yourself and do your best for the motherland.

After walking for a while, the desert sky suddenly changed color and darkened suddenly, and the wind and sand gradually became fierce.

"This is God, Hu is angry!"

Anliman immediately slipped off the camel, took out the felt and bowed down to the bloody cloud, muttering the scriptures of unknown families.

Qingfeng smiled lightly when he saw this, although he knew that the weather change was due to the fact that the black sandstorm was coming, he did not step forward to disturb the other party's behavior.

As a Taoist priest, he will never deny the beliefs of others like those extreme sect members, but will face them with a tolerant attitude.

Only religions that are inadequate, or completely false, will teach their clergy and followers by denying others to improve themselves.

"The black sandstorm is coming, why don't you hurry up and run!"

After reciting the unknown scriptures, Anliman slipped and ran towards the camel, shouting to the crowd as he ran.

The wind and sand became stronger and stronger, and everyone had to wear windproof goggles to avoid being squinted by the sand, and hurriedly chased the camels under them to Anliman in front of them.

After a while, a black cloud quickly pushed sideways from the far edge of the sky, and it was not until they got close that everyone realized that it was a black cloud, and it was obviously a sandstorm with extremely destructive power.

Fortunately, except for Professor Chen, all the people present were either experienced or strong, so they did not fall behind and get separated.

It's just that they haven't run for long, but the camels under everyone have taken the initiative to stop, gather together and kneel on the ground, waiting for the black sandstorm to come.

"It's over, we can't outrun the Black Sandstorm, we can only wait here to die!"

An Liman knelt down and sighed, obviously giving up the desire to survive like the camels, he knew very well in his heart that at this time, even if he broke the sky, there would be no god to rescue them.

"Aren't you a living map of the desert?

Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan grabbed An Liman's sleeve at this time and said hurriedly, they didn't want to throw their lives here so silently, it was really not worth it.

"There's no way! I'm terrified if I don't see the camels!" An Liman patted his thigh and screamed when he heard this.

After the group heard this, only Qingfeng and the special team still had unchanged faces, and the others all showed uneasy looks.

The reason why those warriors did not change their faces may be because they have experienced too many dangers and have long stopped caring about life and death.

Qingfeng has been thinking about a way to survive since the beginning, and it has never been his character to sit still and wait for death, if he doesn't even have the courage to face this small difficulty, what kind of way can he cultivate and seek immortals.

Taking out two palm-sized clay puppets from the magic bag, Qingfeng began to input his mana into them, only to see two small figures showing their bodies with a satisfied face, it was the pair of boys and girls he had subdued in the little devil's underground base.

It is said that after he entered the game for the second time, the captain did not listen to the advice and brought the clay puppets of the two little guys home, but a lot of strange things happened that were terrifying to ordinary people, but that was another story.

"Let's go, little ones, find a safe place for us, whoever finds it first will be rewarded!" Qingfeng squatted down and touched the little heads of the two little ones, and then smiled kindly.

"Uh-huh!"

The two little ones nodded happily, and then disappeared in front of Qingfeng's eyes in an instant, looking for a place to hide from the black sandstorm for everyone.

Qingfeng, on the other hand, put his hand into the Dharma bag, and looked at the black sandstorm less than a kilometer away from everyone with a serious face, ready to launch the second plan at any time.

In the play, Shirley Yang coincidentally discovered the ruins so that everyone could escape safely, and Qingfeng would not believe that it could be repeated again.

With such low visibility, even Qingfeng himself couldn't see anything a hundred meters away, how could Shirley Yang be a mortal.