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Chapter 635 Origin of Shoufeng

On the night when the crimson moon and stars appeared in the sky, an almost black wind blew in the Qingsha Desert.

This is somewhat similar to the legend of the Qingsha Desert, it was formed after the original blue wind blended with the redness of the earth.

But if you look closely, it is actually more purple.

In this wind and sand, Xu Qing and his party left the pharmacy.

Apart from Ning Yan and Wu Jianwu, Ling'er, Youjing and Li Youband also set off together.

The most difficult thing to deal with here is Youjing, and I don't know how the captain communicated with her, but Youjing, who has always been gnashing her teeth, agreed to follow her.

In addition, the parrot did not escape, and Xu Qing borrowed it from Shizi.

The parrot originally refused in his heart, but after seeing Xu Qing's right hand, it chose to agree by accident.

But Shizi and the others still didn't participate after all, allowing them to leave.

In this way, Xu Qing and his party walked into the desert in the wind and sand, and moved forward to the depths.

At the same time, with the rise of the red moon and stars in the sky, and with the eruption of tidal power, all living beings in the entire moon sacrifice domain are suffering unspeakably.

Countless mountains are collapsing all the time, and lakes are also going up against the current, churning in mid-air.

In particular, the activeness of the curse is extremely obvious on Mortal.

If you have a pair of eyes that can look down on the entire Moon Festival, you can see death everywhere in villages, towns and cities, with endless wailing.

Those who died, their souls could not leave the moon, they would gather in the temple, and they would be immersed in this purgatory forever.

After all, madness is only temporary, and the despair after venting is like a whirlpool that will never stop, and will drown everything in an instant.

All ethnic groups, all sects, and all monks are like this.

Unfortunately, they lived in the years when the red mother came.

After all, the red mother comes every few thousand years, there is no fixed time, sometimes long and sometimes short, not all people born and grown up during this period can live to see the red mother.

Not only are they desperate, even the forces attached to Hongyue are mostly silent.

Because from a historical point of view, whether the dependent forces can survive in the end depends on the degree of hunger of Chimu.

Thus, at the moment when the red moon and stars appeared, despair replaced madness, and became the main theme of the Moon Festival, blending into the world, and dissipating in the wind of the Qingsha desert, turning into sobs, echoing in Xu Qing's group. ear.

In the desert, the sky and the earth are blurred, and the figures of Xu Qing and others are looming.

There will be footprints in the desert along the way they walked, but they will soon be filled with wind and sand, leaving no traces.

At the moment, the captain is at the forefront, and he is guiding the way.

Xu Qing's position is behind the captain.

As he moved forward, Xu Qing instinctively observed the surrounding barrenness, he had been here before.

When he was going to rescue the shadow that day, Xu Qing passed by this area. He remembered that a distance further ahead was the place where he saw the Shoufeng clan for the first time.

"We've been walking for two hours, and we'll reach our destination with another stick of incense."

The captain's voice came from the wind and fell in the ears of Xu Qing and the others behind him.

"Shoufeng Clan?"

Xu Qing spoke suddenly.

The captain looked back at Xu Qing. In the dim wind and sand, his expression was somewhat unclear, but the light in his eyes was very bright.

"That's right, Junior Brother, you still know me well. The place we are going now is the area of ​​the Shoufeng Clan."

"Junior brother, you should know the legend of the Shoufeng clan."

The captain's eyes fell on Xu Qing, and then looked back at Ning Yan and the others.

Ning Yan and Wu Jianwu were all wearing thick robes covering their heads and faces, and they were not in a good mood.

They actually didn't want to come, and they didn't know the destination this time.

Xu Qing nodded. The mission of the Shoufeng clan is to protect the wind in this desert, which is why this clan is special.

"This family, in fact, did not exist before this desert was formed."

The captain spoke while walking.

"There used to be an existence and a great man who shaped this family based on the agreement."

"The moment this family was shaped, it was given the mission of keeping the wind."

"But in essence, the mission of this family is actually a key."

When the captain said this, he stopped and turned to look at Xu Qing, his eyes full of reminiscence.

"One, the key to open the land that dominates and kills the gods!"

Xu Qing's eyes were fixed, and most of the others were a little surprised after hearing what the captain said.

"Little Ah Qing, I told you before that before Chimu became a god, she was beheaded once by the master of the year."

"At that time, the ruler used the sky as a knife, the earth as a platform, and the sun and the moon as connections to form a platform for beheading Chimu."

The wind and sand blew the captain's robe, his voice was dignified, and he pointed to the ground.

"The land of killing is right under our feet! This is the predecessor of Qingsha Desert."

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked, and Xu Qing looked down at his feet.

The wind was blowing, getting louder and louder, and the captain's voice was fragmented and intermittent.

"Later, that great man, together with his companions, found the God-Slaying Land that had been turned into ruins, and performed a strange technique, causing signs of recovery to appear in the God-Slaying Land.

Wind and sand formed on it, submerging and sealing everything, hiding it. "

"The way to open it needs to meet several conditions. The first condition is that the red moon and stars appear, and the green sand is like blood."

The captain's eyes were deep, and his dignified voice was filled with passion.

"The second condition is...the wind in the Qingsha Desert changes from blue to black, and there is a fixed time. It must be the fourth hour when the black wind blows."

"Now, it's the purple wind."

The captain raised his right hand, and a yellow light radiated from the object in his palm, which was the captain's Mariko.

The light emitted by this artificial sun is yellow in color.

At this moment, while it was shining, it continued to rise into the sky until it reached the back of the sky, and the yellow light spread out from the earth, blending with the blue wind and the red sand.

The overlapping of these three colors turned into black!

Suddenly, in this area, black wind roared and spread in all directions.

At this moment, a breath of death emerged from the heaven and the earth, becoming more and more intense.

Ning Yan and the others were shocked. Through the captain's words and actions at the moment, they had a strong feeling that what the other party was going to do this time must be huge.

Xu Qing looked solemnly and looked at the captain.

"There should be more than just these two conditions."

The captain laughed, took out eight bronze daggers with a wave of his hand, and swung them around.

Immediately, the eight daggers spread out, and instead of piercing into the sand, the blades went down and floated in mid-air.

Black lightning spewed out from each other, spreading rapidly, forming an incomplete circle.

They are the sacred objects of the Shoufeng clan. They were sent to the pharmacy and fell to the prince, but now they are obviously borrowed by the captain.

After finishing these, the captain raised his hand towards Xu Qing.

"Little Ah Qing, lend me the sacred object you took away from the Shoufeng clan that day."

Without hesitation, Xu Qing took out the dagger from the storage bag and threw it to the captain, who pointed at him.

Immediately, the dagger went straight to the incomplete part of the circle, and the moment it fell, black lightning spread away, and a circle the size of a thousand feet, with them as the center, completely appeared in the midair.

Countless complex runes were transformed into lightning, as if they were words, but few people could understand them.

"Shoufeng Clan, follow the agreement of your bloodline, don't come out yet!"

The captain raised his foot and stomped hard on the ground.

The black wind roared, and all the nine sacred daggers buzzed, blessing the voice of the captain, echoing in all directions, and also transmitted to the desert.

Soon outside the thousand-foot circle, a large number of vortexes appeared in the desert.

Thousands of people, large and small, surrounded the circle, and as the circle continued to rotate, monks from the Fengshou clan appeared from within.

Similar circles suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of every clansman, echoing the thousand-foot circle in midair and flashing in sync.

The one closest to the Qianzhang circle was the Patriarch Shoufeng. He looked at Xu Qing and the others in surprise, his expression constantly changing.

As for the other clansmen, the same is true, every mind is churning, looking at the circle of thousands of feet in disbelief.

"This ceremony..."

Patriarch Shoufeng's heart was full of turmoil.

He knew this ceremony, which was the highest ceremony recorded in their bloodline, and it was also their true mission that outsiders could not know.

Guard the wind, guard the desert, and wait... One day, in the black wind, a person will appear.

The moment this person appears, a circle will appear on the ground, their blood will fluctuate accordingly, and a ritual formation will appear between their brows.

This is the meaning of their existence.

But Patriarch Shoufeng never dreamed that the mission that their clan had been waiting for for many years would appear today.

And the person who appeared was actually a monk in that pharmacy.

This made his mind fluctuate enormously.

"Little Ah Qing, the third condition to open that place is naturally the Shoufeng clan."

"What is needed is all the members of this family who have appeared on the day of the black wind for countless years."

The captain's voice echoed, and he looked at Patriarch Shoufeng.

The ancestor's body trembled, and the roar from the blood made him bow his head instantly and speak instinctively.

"Follow God's will!"

As his words spread, four of the surrounding vortexes suddenly turned white, and at the same time, the four tribesmen in them also stood out.

These four clansmen are male and female, of different ages, but what they have in common is that their hair, eyebrows, and pupils are all white.

This type of people has a special status in the Shoufeng clan, and they are often well protected from birth until death.

The mission of the Shoufeng Clan requires that they must maintain at least three people of this race at any time.

"Also, the skull!"

The captain floated up and spoke in a low voice in midair.

Patriarch Shoufeng took a deep breath, and immediately issued an order. Soon, nine black heads were carefully taken out from the clan ground, held by the nine clansmen, and went straight to put them under each dagger floating in mid-air.

"Little Ah Qing, who ruled the God-Slaying Platform, was turned into a void by that great man, and hid in the wind of the Qingsha Desert. Only the memory of the Shoufeng Clan can open it."

"Then now, the sacrifice can begin."

(End of this chapter)