Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 565
Zhan Changfeng left the largest and most complete stele, cracked the restraining formations on the rest of the stele, restored them to the original source stones, and then cut them into equal parts to ensure that the energy is evenly stressed.

After arranging hundreds of source stones to form a connection array, she started to rearrange the space teleportation array in the largest stone tablet in the center. The invisible wave was transmitted to other source stones, and a space storm swirled on the entire Yunshuitai. attack her.

Zhan Chang's windbreaker robe fluttered, and he completed the last few steps under pressure. It seemed that ruthless hands tore open the stone tablet in front of him, turning it into a dark passage.

Succeeded?
Zhan Changfeng tentatively stretched out his hand and sank into the black hole, feeling slightly squeezed by some kind of force, which would not be fatal.

It should be successful, Zhan Changfeng no longer hesitated, and jumped into the black hole. The moment her figure disappeared, the black hole also closed and disappeared. The monks who followed the power of disturbing the sea looked at each other, and there was nothing in sight. The shadow of Yunshuitai is only a pile of debris floating with the sea!
At that time, the Sword Ancestor on the top of Wanren pinched his fingers, raised his eyebrows, and his transparent eyes were also stained with sadness, "Mo Shukuang, go and bring someone back."

In the Heavenly Palace outside the mountain, a sword-holding celestial general wearing a red gold battle armor responded loudly.

Japanese Fighting World Xizhou

A convoy full of supplies struggled through the long yellow sand. Mu Qingwan tightened the rope on her shoulders, held the heavy back basket firmly with both hands, and trudged through the sand with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The scarf and hat wrapped her whole body tightly, only revealing a pair of eyes staring at the convoy in front of her.

When the convoy was a little faster, she ran along in a panic, and when the convoy was a little slower, she stopped for a while to breathe a sigh of relief, for fear of losing her direction and support in this endless desert.

There was a yell at the front, the wind and sand were too strong, and only a few syllables came from the back. Mu Qingwan was slightly flustered, hoping that the people in the motorcade could pass on the news, but the motorcade obviously wouldn’t consider them low-class people, the coachman They raised their whips and gave the Sanbao sand mule a few times, and moved forward quickly.

"what happened?"

"Slow down, slow down, I can't walk anymore."

The people behind the convoy were in a hurry. They stepped forward and chased after them with heavy bags. Without the convoy to lead the way, how could they cross the desert and return to the tribe!
Mu Qingwan also quickened her pace, but she was too thin. When the wind blows, the basket behind her falls, and she is about to fall. She often takes three steps and is blown back one step.

Compared with her, the people who trek along the same road are all too strong, regardless of men and women, they are at least 1.7 meters tall, either with big arms and round waists, or full of tendons in their arms.

"Mu Qingwan, are you alright, how about I get some for you?" Mu Baiyue shouted at the top of her voice, her voice muffled in the mask was high-pitched and deep.

Mu Qingwan opened her mouth and found that her throat was hot, so she couldn't speak at all, so she shook her head, pointed to the convoy with only one tail visible in front, and told her to leave quickly.

Every year, the tribe collects things from each household and goes to other tribes to exchange for living supplies, but the inferior people like them do not enjoy the benefits of the tribe. If they want to survive, they have to go out with their own things with the convoy.

Mu Baiyue looked anxiously at the convoy that was getting further and further away, "Then hurry up, if you lose the convoy, it will be troublesome to find the tribe."

She is in good health and strength, and after running a few steps with the supplies on her back, she threw Mu Qingwan off. Mu Qingwan also ran forward with all her strength, but fell further and further behind. People who also walked on two legs ran in front of her. up.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her arm, and pulled her back basket involuntarily. The words were very courteous, "Let me help you, how tired you are alone."

"No, no need." She squeezed out a few words, tried her best to break away from the man's hand, tightly gripped the strap of the pannier, and tugged at him, "I'll do it myself."

Mu Qiang was displeased, "Am I still greedy for your things? If you want, I can give you these too."

Mu Qingwan smiled wryly, she would not refuse to help each other, but Mu Qiang's purpose was too obvious, if she accepted his love, he would be able to announce that they were getting married when he returned to the tribe.

"I will do it myself."

Seeing that she was very stubborn, Mu Qiang curled his lips, not believing that she could continue to be stubborn all the way.

Mu Qingwan put on the pannier again, looked at Mu Qiang who was always [-] meters in front of her, and dared not relax in her heart.

She didn't dare to relax in her heart, but she tripped under her feet, and the hot sand burned into her clothes at once, and she almost passed out from the heat.

She rubbed her arms to support herself, only then did she see that it was a hand buried in the sand that tripped her, her eyes tightened, she picked up the back basket and moved away quickly.

Mu Qingwan walked a few steps and couldn't help but look back. The sand was burned by the sun as hot as boiling water, and the exposed skin would be burned after three or four minutes, but this hand was intact, with slender bones. White as jade, prettier than anyone else's.

Even the noble witch spirits and nobles who don't work hard don't have such a hand.

Just look at the skin, should be alive
Mu Qingwan struggled for a few times, then stepped back and dug the person out of the sand carefully and laboriously. After observing for a while, after confirming that it was a living person and not some monster, she checked her nose and found that she was still breathing. , Hastily took out the spare khaki cloth in the pannier and covered her from head to toe, and then hurried to chase the convoy.

Covered with a khaki cloth, which is the same color as the sand, at least it won't attract the attention of desert beasts. She can't protect herself, and that's all she can do.

The cloth is covered in the same way as the shroud, but fortunately the person under the cloth is alive, and soon the cloth moved.

A person with disheveled robes sat up. She picked up the khaki cloth, glanced at the figure in the distance, took off the mask with a broken corner on her temples, and beckoned to the Undead Scepter scattered in the sand. The good and superior things gathered and counted, but one white fox was missing.

There was no major accident in the space teleportation array, but a small accident happened. Perhaps it was caused by the power of space. Her storage device and spirit animal bag collapsed, and she grabbed the important things in her hand before losing consciousness. , clearly understood that the fox was caught by her.

Zhan Changfeng stood up, this should be the Ridou Zhongjie, she chose this world because the second gate of the mirror is here, if the white fox is not caught in the space gap, it should be in this world.

The first thing to do is to figure out where you are now.

Zhan Changfeng posted an invisibility talisman, walked a thousand meters, and caught up with the traces of the living.

These people were wrapped in cloth and trekking hard. What surprised her was that they were all mortals.

It stands to reason that there are very few mortals in the Middle Realm, and the vitality of the world in the Middle Realm is at least ten times that of the Small Realm. Ordinary mortals will feel uncomfortable, become weak and sick, and shorten their lifespan. Born in the middle world, just practice the qi qi formula, and this vitality alone can push you to become a qi practitioner.

These people didn't practice qi, but they should be exercising often, and their physical fitness is good. Even the woman who hangs far behind is better than the warriors who practice external kung fu.

Zhan Changfeng silently put the khaki cloth back into her pannier, a force of Yuan force lightened her burden, and walked towards the convoy ahead.

Guards followed on both sides of the convoy, their breath was like that of ordinary people, but they were not.

There is a weak divine power on them, which can ensure that they are not disturbed by the wind and sand.

Seeing their similar attire, is there a totem clan here?

The yellow sand was endless, and Zhan Changfeng couldn't find the location of the white fox. He followed the convoy for five days and gradually heard something.

(End of this chapter)