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Chapter 590 The Scary Figure in the Sandstorm

"The blue wind changes color..."

Xu Qing murmured in his heart, his eyes were deep, the white wind outside the window made him feel uneasy.

Any changes between the heaven and the earth are either related to the rules and laws, or are disturbed by forces beyond imagination, such as the explosion of the sky and the sea of ​​fire, such as the wind in the green sand desert at this moment.

"Is there any connection between the two?"

After all, Xu Qing knew too little about the Moon Festival, and there were too many unexplainable things in this world. At this moment, Xu Qing raised his hand in silence, stretched out the window, caught a grain of white sand in the wind, and held it in front of him.

The sand was pure white, as if it had life. It struggled in Xu Qing's hands, and when it found that it couldn't break free, it actually burrowed towards Xu Qing's flesh and blood.

Xu Qing's right hand flashed golden light, preventing the sand from getting in, and observed carefully.

After a long while, Xu Qing saw some clues, the white gravel... more like a kind of insect eggs.

"Could it be that Qingfeng's change of color was due to an unknown existence that spread his eggs and made them sweep the entire desert to absorb nutrients?"

Xu Qing mused, but this was just his judgment without evidence.

As for whether the sand and gravel are insect eggs, it is only Xu Qing's senses, and there is no evidence. After all, there are many strange things in the world, so often the senses cannot be fully believed.

Ling'er also showed her head at this moment, looking at the outside world with awe in her eyes, and she also felt the ominous meaning contained in the white sandstorm.

Seeing Xu Qing's expression, the parrot felt a little guilty, blinked, and didn't tell him about his shit.

After a while, Xu Qing looked away at the gravel, and landed on the parrot.

The parrot shook and stood up straight.

"Can you move with someone?"

Xu Qing spoke calmly.

"I can!" The parrot said loudly, but in his heart he secretly said that I can, but it depends on Lao Tzu's mood.

"Where is the captain?" Xu Qing continued to ask.

"In the west of this area, near the bank of the Siyin River." The parrot responded quickly.

Xu Qing didn't ask any more questions, although he didn't quite understand how the captain wanted the parrot to call him over to light the fire, but since it was related to the sun, it probably needed his Golden Crow's power.

"It's okay to go there, but the shadow hasn't come back yet."

Because of Xu Qing's research on curses, the shadow often goes out to hunt for him, sometimes it will come back in a day or two, sometimes it takes five or six days.

Xu Qing raised his head and looked at the hazy white between the sky and the earth in the distance. He called for the shadow in his heart, but there was no response. The wind and sand isolated everything.

Xu Qing could only sense the shadow in a far away place by relying on some hidden connection, and it didn't move much.

And the parrots can return before the wind blows, logically speaking, it is impossible for the shadow to be stupid enough to see the white wind and remain indifferent.

"Brother Xu Qing, where is Xiaoying..." Ling'er looked at Xu Qing, feeling a little worried.

"There should be something wrong, let's go and have a look."

Xu Qing spoke calmly, looked back at the small pharmacy, sorted out the items, pushed open the door of the pharmacy, and locked the door when he walked out. After thinking about it, he found a sign and wrote "Closing the store" The words of several months are hung up.

Only then left.

The parrot and the ancestor of the Vajra Sect had already flown out, one accompanied him, and the other carefully landed on Xu Qing's shoulder.

Ignoring them, Xu Qing walked in the Tucheng.

Pedestrians are rare on the street, and there are vague figures bowing to the sky and earth, with murmurs coming from their mouths.

And the surrounding white wind and sand swept from the sky, whistling over the residences in Tucheng, every house, most of the doors were closed.

The residents inside and the monks of the small powers around them will not go out when the white sandstorm comes unless they have to.

Only those deformed people will walk in the wind at this time, bowing to the white sky and earth again and again.

"Baimu wakes up and enjoys Yanjiang."

"The Son of God came to the world to save the suffering."

"Every body is full of confusion, and the heart is not confused."

"I would like to become soil and nourish the sky."

Whispering voices came from the mouths of those deformed people who bowed to Baifeng, with persistence and piety, especially during this prostration, they untied the wide robes that covered their bodies, revealing extremely exaggerated and ugly bodies.

Their bodies are shocking, as if they had grown out of order, with a large number of strips of flesh hanging down, and some even grew limbs and faces on their stomachs.

And those strips of meat lifted up by themselves at this moment, swaying in all directions.

At this scene, the parrot watching took a breath and opened its eyes wide.

Xu Qing glanced over, his expression as usual, he had already noticed when he came here before, and now he walked past these prostrating and whispering deformed people without too many accidents.

Step by step, he walked out of the Tucheng and walked to the edge of the cliff.

Looking from here, the sky and the earth are covered in white, the whimpering wind whirls around, the whole world seems to become a white ocean, countless sand and gravel move with the wind, blow on Xu Qing's body, fall into the clothes, Drill into his flesh and blood.

But in the next moment, a golden light flashed on Xu Qing's body, and all the gravel fell down.

Feeling the direction of the shadow, Xu Qing tightened his collar, and swayed forward, his whole body turned into a long rainbow, left the Kusheng mountain range, and stepped into the desert.

The robes fluttered, and the wind and sand drowned them.

In the desert, Xu Qing galloped forward, and in this wind and sand, there were endless amounts of sand and gravel, covering him from all directions, and there was a faint sense of greed, growing from all things.

There is even more vitality, which permeates the world, causing the bodies of all living beings in this place to grow uncontrollably under this invasion.

And those gravels want to drill in all the time, want to parasitize in the flesh and blood.

"White wind with catalytic power."

"If the gravel is really insect eggs, it can also explain the role of catalysis, which is to catalyze all living things to become parasitic and nourishing things for insect eggs."

"The vast majority of those who are catalyzed will eventually be sucked dry and die."

"Only a few can escape after finding the mountain to hide, so there are those deformed people in the various earth cities of the Kusheng Mountain Range."

"However, their bodies are irreversible, and they coexist with the parasitic worm eggs in their bodies. Those meat strips should be formed from worm eggs."

Walking in the wind and sand, Xu Qing silently sensed it, and at the same time he realized it in his heart, he also released his drug control power and spread it outside his body, forming the only black in this white wind and sand.

All the gravel, the moment it touches the black mist, will make a sizzling sound, and then be exaggerated, falling to the ground like death.

But there was too much gravel, Xu Qing knew that even if he had some means to fight against it, he couldn't stay on the white desert for too long, so he went faster.

In this way, time passed slowly, and three hours passed.

In the white desert, not many monks could be seen. It seemed that Xu Qing was the only one walking in the desert at this moment.

And the ground is also different from what Xu Qing once saw.

There used to be very little vegetation in the Qingsha Desert, but now in this white sandstorm, white grass grows on the ground, and the grass grows rapidly. At first, it was as long as a finger, and soon it reached half a person's height.

The boundless white grass swayed in the wind, and Xu Qing had never seen this scene of the coexistence of the storm and the grassland in other places.

Until the white grass bloomed white cotton-like flowers, like dandelions, blown by the wind, pieces of white feathers fluttered across the sky and the earth.

The color of the wind, so it is whiter.

The greed in the gravel became more and more intense. The white wind, white sand, and white hair all over the sky, together with the catalysis in the desert, Xu Qing could feel that every inch of flesh and blood in his body was mutated. , showing signs of spontaneous peristalsis.

It seems to separate from the body, to grow continuously until it collapses.

This kind of malice from all directions made Xu Qing frown. He paused for a moment, and the power of drug prohibition in his body suddenly dispersed and spread outward.

One foot, three feet... In the blink of an eye, Xu Qing expanded his poison to ten feet, forming a black storm, and then continued to gallop according to the feeling in his heart.

He had already sensed the location of the shadow, and the closer the distance between them, the stronger the induction between them. The shadow obviously also noticed Xu Qing, so he intermittently sent out grievances and calls for help.

Xu Qing's eyes turned cold. His previous judgment was correct. Something happened to the shadow, so his body shook and he sped away.

The shadow at this moment, in the white wind and sand some distance away from Xu Qing, is howling in pain.

Its voice is normally inaudible to all sentient beings, but not now.

It's confined to the ground!
A bronze dagger stained with golden blood was firmly nailed to the white grass, no matter how hard it struggled, it was useless, and it could not break free at all.

And with every struggle, the dagger will radiate golden light, forming a falling force to continuously suppress it, and even under every suppression, the shadow will be severely injured again and again.

The black curtain it transformed is even more densely covered with dandelions, they melt into it, their roots go deep into the shadow body, they are constantly devouring its vitality, and then forcibly assimilating it.

That's why the shadow wailed in pain.

At the same time, beside the shadow, there are more than ten figures.

They were wearing white robes, standing in the wind and sand, unable to see the specific appearance, the robes covered everything, and also isolated the surrounding wind and sand.

Only white eyes were exposed, looking coldly into the distance.

"Your master, hasn't he come yet?" In the crowd, Xiu at the front glanced at the struggling shadow on the ground, and after speaking lightly, he raised his hand and made a gesture, pointing at the dagger.

Immediately, the light of the dagger nailed to the shadow flickered, and sank an inch further. The nail penetrated deeper, emitting more golden light, and the scream of the shadow became more miserable, extremely painful.

"The sound is not good enough."

Hearing the shadow's cry, the white-robed man remained indifferent and spoke calmly.

Then he raised his hand and was about to continue to suppress, but at this moment, he looked up and looked at the sky.

More than a dozen companions beside him also noticed it one after another, and looked coldly into the distance.

The shadow was also excited, calling for help.

In the distant world, a black storm suddenly appeared at this moment.

It seems to be the source of pollution, whether it is dandelion or gravel, after approaching this storm, it will change color instantly.

The white dandelions became black, and so did the gravel, which surrounded the storm and became part of it.

Wherever the storm passed, the white grass also instantly turned black, and then withered.

Coming all the way, like the messenger of death, came to the world.

Seeing this scene, the people in white robes were shocked.

They were waiting here for the owner of the shadow. They were full of confidence at first, but the blackness they saw now made them instinctively think of the legend of the Qingsha Desert.

Everyone was vigilant, and even the leading white-robed monk was breathless, his eyes were serious, he stared at the black storm that was approaching fast and the blurry figure that appeared step by step, and let out a low drink.

"Stop comers!"

The storm did not stop, and the figure within it still came with a terrifying momentum.

There is also a voice that is indifferent and does not contain any emotions, like a cold wind blowing through the world.

"Wait, court death!"

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