The fiery sun hung in the sky, and the golden eagle's feathers glittered in the sunlight, and it spread its long wings and soared in the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Cheng Ziming sat on the back of the giant eagle, squatted down, grabbed the feathers on the back of its neck, and looked down.

I saw that the desert was boundless, and even if I flew to such a height, I still couldn't see the end of the desert. Qi Feiyun and the Wen sisters have become small black dots on the sand dunes, and in the distance, there are still rolling sand dunes.

"Hey, lucky fellow Daoist, you scratch my hair lightly, it hurts!" the golden giant eagle turned its head and shouted at Cheng Ziming.

Cheng Ziming hurriedly came back to his senses and let go of his hands. It was the first time he had sat on a spirit beast and flew so high, and his heart was extremely nervous.

"Straighten your back, don't climb on me! This king is also a spirit demon bird of prey galloping in the sky, flapping his wings to look handsome and chic, and the posture of soaring in the sky is even more graceful, you are riding on the back of this king, and you must also try to maintain your image. It's best to stand up like Edgeworth flying, and even better if you have a smile behind your hands.

If you are really afraid of heights, you can also squat on one knee, but pay attention to your posture and facial expressions, and be calm and relaxed. In any case, it's definitely not okay to stick to me like noodles like you are now.

Qi Feiyun, that kid is really hateful, you have to talk nonsense about luck, let me bring you up. That kid has always been bold, but this time why did he suddenly change his mind and become timid? He actually pushed you, a rookie, to the top and hid himself in the ground to enjoy his leisure. ”

"He's not cowardly, but he really believes that I'm lucky!" Cheng Ziming defended Qi Feiyun against the whirring wind, and said: "But no matter how good your luck is, there are times when you run out, I think my good luck is coming to an end! Why is the wind so strong! I can't straighten my waist!"

"The wind in the sky is naturally stronger than that on the ground, otherwise how can I fly upwards with the help of the wind! When it rises further, the wind will be even stronger! After the highest clouds, it is the Gangfeng Belt, where the Gangfeng is raging, and even I can't stand it. The golden eagle's voice was so sharp that it could be heard clearly in the sky, and it admonished: "The wind is invisible and shadowless, and we can't see the direction of the wind! Being involved in the Gangfeng Belt is not a joke.

Even if this Heavenly King has the ability to gallop the sky, he can't stabilize his body in the wind. Gangfeng is like a whirlpool in the sea, a sandstorm in the Gobi, and a tornado in the grassland, which is not at all something that a little demon like me can compete with. ”

"Then you have to tell me what Gangfeng looks like. Cheng Ziming lowered his body again, closer to the back of the giant eagle, he felt the wind more violent, blowing on his face like a knife, his skin was numb, and it was like ice water pouring into his mouth, and it became much more difficult to open his mouth and speak.

"Gangfeng is also wind spiritual power, as long as you pay a little attention to the changes in wind spiritual power, you will naturally be able to recognize Gangfeng. The golden eagle suddenly turned its head and shouted in a sharp voice: "Stand up! Don't stick to me, it's ugly!"

Cheng Ziming said: No wonder Qi Feiyun always likes to pretend to be forced, it turned out that he was forced by his own spirit beast. It's strange that a bird, not even human, should pay so much attention to its image.

Suddenly, the oncoming wind seemed to have weakened a little, and Cheng Ziming felt a burst of joy in his heart, since this is the case, it doesn't matter if he straightens his back. He quickly straightened up from the bird's back, straightened his body as far as he could, and looked up and over his chest.

I saw that the sky was vast, and there were only thin clouds scattered by the wind, hanging in the air like noodles. The ground is vast and boundless, and the end of the desert cannot be seen at a glance, only in the southern sky, you can vaguely see the towering mountains rolling down, which should be the location of the fairy city marked on the map.

Looking down from the sky, the line of sight is wider, and you can feel the strangeness and vastness of the desert more. Cheng Ziming noticed that the terrain of the entire desert is high in the south and low in the north, forming a slightly inclined plane, which cannot be seen from the ground.

It can be seen that there is still a lot of gain from this adventure, and I have a deeper understanding of the entire continent.

Cheng Ziming thought of it this and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew, and he felt as if he had been punched so hard that his body almost fell off the eagle's back. Cheng Ziming was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly grabbed the giant eagle's feathers to stabilize his body.

"Why are you pulling my hair, it hurts to death!" the golden eagle shook and tilted, and glided sideways through the air.

Cheng Ziming flung around on the eagle's back, staggering, and he hurriedly shouted: "Stop!"

"Stop and fall!" the golden eagle cried out with its beak wide open, "Stop, you big-headed ghost!

"I'm telling you to stop flying sideways, I'm going to be thrown out!"

"Oh. I'm sorry. The golden giant eagle hurriedly flapped its wings and turned its body right.

Cheng Ziming took a long breath, only to realize that his palms were already full of sweat.

The golden eagle continued to shout: "It hurts to death, don't pull my hair!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Cheng Ziming realized that he had hurt it, so he quickly let go of his hand, smiled apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry! I was almost blown down by the wind just now, and my hand was heavy if I didn't pay attention." If you fly steadily, I won't grab your feathers. ”

"And, this Heavenly King has always been flying very steadily, if you hadn't suddenly grabbed my feathers just now, this Heavenly King wouldn't have been messed up for a while. The golden eagle shook its head, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said, "You should climb on my back, lest the wind blow too hard and you will pull my feathers again." This king's spirit feather is very precious, and you can't just pull it out. ”

Cheng Ziming laughed in his heart: If you don't pull out a hair, haven't you become an iron rooster?

As he spoke, the golden eagle continued to hover upwards. Slowly, they passed through a layer of misty clouds and came to the wider sky.

The air gradually thinned, and Cheng Ziming only felt a little miserable breathing. In addition, the temperature is gradually dropping, and the wind blowing on the face is getting colder and colder. The earth was thrown at his feet, the distant horizon was blurred, and everything on the ground seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of smoke, and it became more and more difficult to see.

The sun still lingers in the middle of the sky, and the warmth of the sun becomes the only source of heat in the sky. It's just that there is no obstruction from the clouds, and the sunlight is more dazzling, and the golden feathers on the giant eagle's body are shining in the light, like a bright golden lamp, which illuminates Cheng Ziming can't open his eyes.

He looked up at the sky, and it was even bluer. He had never been to such a high place, and he had never found that the sky was so high, so vast and empty.

In the high sky, the clouds and mist are all faint, as light as the nuns' gauze skirts, and even the clouds are rare, let alone any cloud fairy city.

This world is really ordinary and boring, far worse than the golden sand dunes, the spirit stone island, the city of beauty, and the fairy island in the clouds that the witch built before. It can be seen that even a transcendent existence like a witch who has traveled through thousands of worlds and has seen a lot of knowledge will eventually lose her imagination and return to the ordinary.

Cheng Ziming thought like this and looked up at the blue sky.

Suddenly, his hairs stood on end, and he felt that an unprecedented crisis was in front of him.