Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Hearing this, everyone focused their attention on Lingling.

Although we encountered many monsters along the way, including many hardships, poisonous insects, fierce beasts, and tribal disputes, everyone in the Xuandu Hunter Group knew about them.

What they are going through now is considered easy.

Where is Taklimakan?

The place of death.

However, after they had been here for so long, no one died except for being stained with paint or being poisoned.

Not giving Taklimak any face is not due to Lingling's careful planning and arrangements.

There are many monster tribes in the desert. It's lucky to see the fight between two tribes now.

And this is still a fight. If there is a tribe that really wants to fight them with real swords and guns, then there is no need for everyone to think about coming out alive.

At least most of the hunters were not arrogant enough to think that they could survive in that situation.

"Then what are you waiting for? Just move on."

As soon as Wendu finished speaking, Lingling shook her head.

"We have time. In the dangerous desert, every bit of strength is a guarantee of survival. We have just experienced a big battle. Let's take a rest and adjust ourselves."

"it is good!"

Although they adjusted their status, everyone did not camp on the same spot. There was a battlefield of two demon tribes within a kilometer nearby.

In this kind of environment, can you meditate? ! I can close my eyes! ?

After walking a few kilometers further and confirming that nothing happened around them, the group began to rest.

Replenish energy, cultivate spirit, and restore magic energy.

Bai Mo didn't need to restore his magic power, so he took advantage of this time to silently practice the Indian summoning secret technique he obtained in Nazca.

Take out the liquid of time, wrap it with summoning magic energy and send it into the galaxy. At the same time, with a thought, you can find the soul connection of the summoning contract.

Continuously apply the power of the liquid of time to this connection, strengthen it, strengthen it, and then cut it open after fattening it.

After feeling it for a while, and then comparing the annotations and explanations of the secret method, Bai Mo felt that this level should be about the same, so he immediately raised the knife and gathered his mind, and suddenly divided the contract relationship into two parts.

"hiss!!"

It is not a pleasant process to operate a knife on one's own soul. The moment of pain made Bai Mo feel that he might die.

He hurriedly absorbed the unused liquid of time, letting it nourish the connection of the summoning contract, and at the same time isolate the two who were suddenly separated.

It's like cutting an earthworm in half and letting them grow into two earthworms.

But that one was cut horizontally, and this one was cut vertically.

When the connection between the two souls was established, Bai Mo slowly opened his eyes, but his expression was stunned.

It's getting dark!

That's not right. It stands to reason that practicing this secret method that touches the soul requires one's mind to spend thousands of years, but in fact it only lasts a moment.

It’s not like I was in a daze in class, thinking wildly, and the get out of class was over as soon as I regained my consciousness.

"Have I been meditating for a long time?"

Frowning, Bai Mo turned to look at Ding Yumian, who was sizing him up.

"Half an hour."

"Half a quarter of an hour, then why do I feel like it's getting dark?!"

"It's dark?" Ding Yumian was startled. She was looking at her boyfriend just now and didn't notice.

Hearing this, he looked up and saw that there was an extra layer of dust in the sky, making the sky gray, but not dark.

Bai Mo also realized something was wrong at this moment, because only one side of the sky was black, and the sun was still high in the middle of the sky.

"Look west!"

As he spoke, he turned around to find Lingling's figure, and loudly woke her up from the computer world.

As soon as she raised her head, Lingling's face became serious. Needless to say, Bai Mo had already seen the darkness.

While quickly putting away her things, Lingling shouted:

"It's the sandstorm, the high-sky sandstorm. It's what created the Taklimakan, and it's the main reason why the desert is expanding eastward. Bai Mo, our real trouble is coming!"

Lingling's words immediately awakened most of the people who were meditating and closing their eyes, and also gave answers to those who were also muttering about the inexplicable darkness in the western sky.

"Sandstorm in the sky?!"

Wu Xuan approached and asked about this word strangely. He had also done some data sorting, but had never heard of it.

"High-altitude sandstorms are extremely severe weather phenomena in Taklimakan. Legend has it that they can blow up the entire desert. The desertification in western my country is inseparable from this."

Staring at the sky, Lingling answered for everyone, "This is the information I got from my grandfather. Sandstorms in the sky are very dangerous, equivalent to a mixed magic attack of wind and earth."

"It's so strong. The wind can lift the ground. Let's hide in the sand."

"No, high-altitude sandstorms not only blow away sand, but also fall sand. It can be said that the flow of the entire desert depends on it."

Hearing this, Lingling shook her head decisively, "If we go underground, we can only resign ourselves to fate and pray that what falls above our heads is not a huge mountain of sand, but a thin layer of sand. Otherwise, we will be crushed to death inside." .”

"Moreover, most of the demons in the desert hide in the ground. Many creatures on the ground will choose to hide in the sand when the high-altitude sandstorm comes. Therefore, the high-altitude sandstorm is their bell before dinner."

Everyone shuddered when they heard this. Being underground, even earth mages had difficulty moving. How could they deal with demons?

That means packing yourself up and delivering it to the other person’s table.

"What should I do?"

Bai Mo asked, looking at the darkness in the western sky that gradually expanded from one side to half of the sky. He could even feel that the wind around him was getting more and more violent.

If such a wind belonged to him, he would naturally be overjoyed, but when it came to facing a wind with such power, he was also unwilling.

"Face it!"

"???" Bai Mo's head was filled with questions, "Are you afraid it's not roundworms in my stomach?"

"In the face of it, shouldn't we hide!"

Wu Xuandao, who was listening, thought that in front of Tianwei, manpower was too small. He did not expect that this little girl's first thought was to fight.

"This is a desert and we have nowhere to hide."

Lingling's words left Wu Xuan speechless. Seeing that everyone looked ugly, Lingling said:

"The high-level mage's defense can block the high-sky sandstorm for a while, so there is no need to worry."

"However, the high-altitude sandstorm covers a large area. If we just stand where we are, we won't be able to hold on for long, so we need to travel through the sandstorm."

Wendu also didn't expect that a junior high school student like Lingling would have such courage.

In the face of such a heaven and earth disaster, not only did he calmly come up with countermeasures, but he also wanted to overcome the disaster.

Wendu and his team members looked at each other and smiled. As the leader of the group, he naturally knows that there are some difficulties and some situations that cannot be overcome by trickery.

Just like some sports, people only come in because of their feelings. Once you enter, you're done. If you don't have the ability, you don't have the ability. You'll be exposed as soon as you try it.