"Isn't it......"

Ning Feng looked at his feet.

Because standing on the sand dunes, there is a long stretch of yellow sand under your feet, and you can fall step by step and make a mark together.

He was furious by the faint sound of the waves in his ears, and subconsciously raised his feet and fell again.

"Crunch~"

Ning Feng raised his feet and fell in such a short motion, but the vision in front of him was as strange as a dream.

It felt like it was still dry and gravelly, but I heard the sound of my feet stepping on the thin sand.

"It's going to take a while. ”

Qiye's eyes were full of surprise, and he said casually.

He was a little wrong, and he felt that things were not what he thought.

If Ning Feng really quietly joined up with the people sent by the Divine Palace as he thought, and came early for some reason that he didn't know, then how could he not even know about these common knowledge in the Han Sea.

"That...... Something went wrong. ”

Ning Feng sighed, he couldn't hide it anymore, and said depressedly.

In the end, he didn't want to dwell on this, so he changed the topic with the same degree as flying.

"By the way, Seven Nights, then they ...... What to do?"

Ning Feng stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance.

At this moment, the sunset has not completely set, and the hazy sky light can still illuminate far away, and the two of them are standing on the highest sand dune, and they can see the scene dozens of miles away from the distance.

Dozens of miles away, there is a long snake-like procession, which is struggling to move forward.

Similar teams, in all directions, not one or two.

Before the appearance of the Seven Nights, Ning Feng had already sensed their existence, and now he was tossed for a while. They were closer. It can also be seen more clearly.

As previously observed. Those people were not monks, but more like a tribe or a village, and they were moving with great difficulty.

Ning Feng looked at the prospect in front of him, obviously with a very different attitude from his indifference to those scattered cultivators.

Monks, whether they are sect monks or casual cultivators, are a group of people who are on the road to escape after all. Someone who can control his own destiny to some extent.

Their life and death, their encounters, as soon as they embark on this road, can only be responsible for themselves, and they no longer have the qualifications to let others pity or even care.

Those mortals are different.

Ning Feng's brows furrowed, and he began to worry about whether these migrating mortals would be swallowed up by the monstrous waves that suddenly rolled up.

"They're fine. ”

Qiye obviously saw a lot along the way, shook his head and said: "Heaven and earth are creatures, but everything can still exist." There must be their way of survival, Brother Ning, you are too worried. ”

"Really?"

Ning Feng was skeptical. But I was also a little relieved.

He knew in his heart that no matter whether Seven Nights was indifferent or concerned about these mortals, with his pride, he would definitely not lie in front of them, and he would definitely have a basis for what he said.

Ning Feng took two steps forward, bypassed the bonfire, and stood side by side with Qiye, looking into the distance.

Directly opposite the two of them, about ten miles apart, a tribe was migrating.

Looking at their direction, they are heading towards where they are.

"Huh?"

This time the distance was closer, Ning Feng saw it more realistically, his gaze swept over the entire team of migratory tribes, and a strange place appeared when he landed.

The entire team is no less than a few hundred people, which is not a small tribe.

Leading the way was a group of dozens of strong men dressed in animal skins and armed with various weapons.

Each of these people has a big waist and a round waist, and their weapons are obviously processed with animal bones and secret methods, and they have a fierce aura.

Just such a team of strong men, rampant in the Hanhai Desert, as long as they don't encounter too much anti-heaven existence, even the kind of ichthyosaur beast that Ning Feng has just roasted his stomach can be surrounded and killed.

It's just that it was an ordinary rampant operation, not a natural disaster that turned into a vast ocean in the Hanhai Desert.

Under the power of heaven and earth, the warriors of these tribes are not much different from ordinary women and children.

It caught Ning Feng's attention that it was this group of tribal warriors who led the way and spread out in a fan-shaped shape to guard something.

It was a large bluestone that more than a dozen strong men struggled to lift, and a green seedling of an indistinguishable species grew tenaciously in the crack at the top of the stone.

The green seedlings are only half a person tall, about seven or eight years old and slender, and the tender green space is rare in the desert.

Ning Feng's gaze fell on the strange tree that was obviously taken care of by this migratory tribe, and he looked at it in the seventh night, and said with a slight bow: "Brother Ning, you look over there again." ”

"Huh?"

Ning Feng followed the past that Qi Ye had hoped for, and now it was a migration group of another tribe more than ten miles away.

This is not so much a tribe, but the people in the migration team are dressed more like people from a settled town or village, with a little less of the taste of wilderness and barbarism, and more of the charm of agricultural civilization.

Compared to wealth, this team is enough to throw off the previous tribe seven or eight blocks away, which can be seen from the countless large boxes and small boxes.

Seven nights naturally didn't let Ning Feng see his wealth.

Ning Feng's gaze swept over, and he knew for the first time what Qiye wanted him to see?

In the center of the procession, there was a huge open sedan chair, which was carried by more than a dozen people, keeping up with the pace of the entire migration procession.

This open sedan chair was easy to inspect, and Ning Feng looked through the gap in the curtain rolled down the sedan chair, and saw a middle-aged monk sitting there cross-legged, spitting out incessantly.

"Offering monks?"

Ning Feng asked in amazement.

It was the first time he had seen mortals who supported the monks in the form of villages or tribes.

This is not raising pigs and chickens, let alone adding a pair of chopsticks.

In terms of the consumption of a monk in a year, I'm afraid it's more than the resources of the entire team for a whole year, right?

"Hanhaiju is not easy. ”

Qiye retracted his gaze, meaning something authentic.

"Is rice expensive?" Ning Feng sneered, but he knew what he was referring to in the seventh night?

In Hanhai, where the two worlds interact, all kinds of strange situations are not uncommon, and what giant beasts emerge from the sea. What a monster in the desert. Or the terrible presence of amphibians. There is a lot to see.

If you want to survive in such a place, it is impossible to protect yourself without a certain amount of self-preservation.

"So, in every place where the human race gathers, there will be such monks to worship and protect themselves?"

Ning Feng could understand the choice between the two of them.

For mortals, paying a huge price in exchange for the permanent protection of monks is completely necessary in this ghost place of Hanhai.

As far as monks are concerned, not all monks can survive the hardships of casual practice. After they reach a certain stage of cultivation, they need to have a stable environment and sufficient resources to support them to continue to move forward.

Without a sect to rely on, and without family help, it is not a bad choice to make an offering to such a human settlement.

After Ning Feng finished asking that sentence, he didn't wait for Qiye to answer, and shook his head first.

He turned his gaze back to the same tribe migration party as before.

Ning Feng saw this team clearly, and there was not a single monk in it.

So. How did they survive until now and have the confidence to make a great migration?

Soon. The answer appeared in front of Ning Feng's eyes.

"Boom Boom~~~"

In the distance, it seems to come from the sky, and it resounds from the soles of the feet, and the roaring sound shakes the heavens and the earth.

The sound was not a collapse of the sky, not a crack of the earth, not a volcanic explosion, not a collapse of a mountain, it was the roar of the sea and the crashing of the waves.

"It's coming!"

Ning Feng was refreshed and looked into the distance.

He wasn't looking at the teams, but at the desert as far as the eye could see.

The vast expanse of desert flickered in front of his eyes, glowing with blue light.

Without warning, the endless sea poured out from beneath the desert with the last shimmer of the sunset glow, swallowed up by darkness.

As if in that moment, hundreds of millions of springs were swallowing seawater together, soaking and moistening every piece of sand in an instant.

At first, they pulled their feet with mud, as if they were walking in a swamp, and then the water was knee-high, and they had to trek forward.

Ning Feng saw with his own eyes that it was only a few breaths, and all the migration teams as far as his eyes could see stopped, blocked by the flood.

It is conceivable that if nothing is changed, it will not take a quarter of an hour to work, and everyone will become an inconspicuous floating corpse in the ocean.

At this time, a mutation suddenly occurred.

"Drink!"

With a thunderous shout, the large palanquin of the procession enshrined the monk flew up, and swept out of the curtain in all directions, like a huge spider weaving a large web in an instant.

All the mortals in the team got up the curtain and laid out the platform, enshrined the practice of holding wooden swords, and the wind suddenly rose, pushing the entire large sedan chair with all the mortals above, whistling away into the distance.

"I'm still a little skilled!"

Ning Feng nodded in admiration.

Qiye was the same, commenting: "This person's cultivation is also extraordinary among the foundation building monks, although he doesn't have decent spells and magic weapons, but he has expertise in sheltering and supporting people, and he is much stronger than those people I have seen before." ”

"They will only passively make something like a pontoon boat to keep the people of the tribe from being swallowed up by the flood, and they can only take the whole team with them. ”

Ning Feng nodded, and turned to look at the migratory tribe that had no monks to support.

"Huh?"

This time, his reaction was much greater, full of surprise.

All the people of the tribe knelt down in the muddy water, knocked at the bluestone that grew strange trees, and killed some unknown livestock as sacrifices with great swiftness, and the blood stained the whole bluestone.

The next moment, the tender green seedlings swelled wildly, and a huge phantom shrouded in, and countless branches stretched out, and each branch was wrapped up in a tribe.

Immediately after, the green light enveloped everyone, breaking through the ocean, tearing through the wind, and fleeing into the distance, so fast that it was still above the monk before.

Originally, the two teams looked at each other and came in the direction where Ning Feng and Qiye were, and when they each flew up, whether it was the tree or the monk, they all subconsciously avoided the two of them, preferring to go around in a big circle and spend more effort in vain.

"Are we the Flood Beasts?"

Ning Feng was speechless.

He shook his head, didn't think about that, and asked, "Yegongzi, that tree just now is the so-called totem, or is it called a sacrificial spirit?"

Qiye chin and said: "Totem, gods, this is the name of those ignorant tribes." Tribes have been around for generations. Offering the same totem. Regard it as a god. Devoted to it for many years. ”

"The so-called totem is actually a spiritual creature or strange thing in heaven and earth, which has its own power after countless years of offerings. ”

"According to my generation, it is the birth of a spirit. There is no difference between it and the instrument spirit and the array spirit, so it is called the sacrificial spirit!"

"The sacrificial spirits of this tribe are not weak. ”

What Seven Nights said. Confirming each other with what Ning Feng knew before, a clear system emerged in his mind.

"The world is so big, and there are no surprises. ”

Ning Feng sighed with emotion: "I don't know what kind of place is the Han Sea we are about to go to, and what kind of power exists?"

"I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Hmm!" said Seven Nights. He endured the itching of his hands, constantly talking to Ning Feng and being distracted to suppress the competition accumulated in the past three years, in order to fight Ning Feng more fairly under a new power system.

What Ning Feng was looking forward to was also what he was looking forward to.

At this moment, the two teams closest to them were far away. Farther afield, the same is true for other migratory groups.

The means used by them vary. The only thing they had in common was walking around Ning Feng and Qiye.

"Huh?"

Seeing this scene, Ning Feng felt more and more strange, and suddenly remembered the question that had not been answered in the previous seven nights.

Qiye looked at this scene coldly, inconspicuously, and said lightly: "Brother Ning, what you just said is right, we are indeed flood beasts. ”

"I want to hear about it. ”

Ning Feng arched his hand and sincerely asked.

As he spoke, the water level continued to rise, and as far as the eye could see, it became a vast ocean, and the highest sand dunes under his feet were also half-submerged, and they kept collapsing.

Seeing that it didn't take a few words, the two of them didn't move, and they had to go down to the sea water to take a bath together.

"Seven days ago, the Sun God Palace and the Demon Sect of the Seven Sects of the World jointly issued a ban!"

"The two sects demanded that within ten days, there should be no monks in the land of the Han Sea, and no power that crossed the boundaries of mortals except for the two sects. ”

"After a while, those who still stay in Hanhai will be expelled, it is impossible to say that it is unpredictable!"

"Within three months, outside of the Sun God Palace and the Demon Sect, any force is strictly forbidden to step into the Hanhai Sea for half a step, and the violator will be regarded as the enemy of the two sects, involving the family and sect behind it!"

Speaking of this, Qiye looked at Ning Feng and said, "You say, are we flood beasts?"

"Really!"

Ning Feng shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly.

"It's really overbearing. ”

"But ......"

Ning Feng smiled, as a person with vested interests, he felt extremely ironed: "...... Well overbearing. ”

The Sun God Palace and the Demon Sect did this, naturally clearing the field for the two of them.

It is conceivable that for such a long time, there will be no one else in the vast Hanhai except for the two of them.

After the two of them enter the Han Sea, the two sects are more likely to join forces to purge all the creatures in the Han Sea that may pose a threat to them.

Except for those who migrated out, there would be no living creature in the sea except the two of them.

"The tide is rising~~"

The two were silent for a moment together, and Ning Feng spoke out.

Even he didn't know whether this "rising tide" was in front of him or the curtain that was about to be revealed.

I only knew that the sea water began to lick at the feet of the two of them.

The sand dunes collapsed and melted into the water.

Behind Ning Feng, the wings of the wind spread out, supporting him to rise slowly;

The Cloak of Seven Nights and Nights unfurls, like the night hugging it and flying up.

"Brother Ning, you and I will watch the tide here together. ”

The sound of the seven nights was mixed with the roaring waves, and unexpectedly brought out a sonorous sound.

Ning Feng saw that he threw down a yellow-brown earth stone the size of a little thumb, and fell into the water without even splashing a bubble, and then a big mountain rose from the ground, tearing the waves, nine times high, like the largest reef in heaven and earth, let the waves beat, I stood still.

Seven nights, Ning Feng, falling side by side, standing high on the mountain reef, watching the convergence of the two worlds, watching the ebb and flow of the tide...... (To be continued!)