Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Thousands of feet above the ground, a giant floating cloud boat was moving forward slowly. Although it was slow, it was still faster than the average flying speed of a Qi Refining monk.

The thick spiritual barrier circulates endlessly, blocking the hurricane generated when the giant boat moves forward. Below is a vast sea of ​​fog, and from time to time there are some creatures living in the clouds, curiously chasing the giant boat from a distance.

Fang Qingyuan stood on the deck of the flying boat, looking at the scenery in front of him, his mind wandering.

Fang Qingyuan saw many of the scenery along the way for the first time. Special creatures living in the clouds and fog, and flying fish swimming high in the sky really broadened his horizons.

"Fellow Daoist Fang came to see the scenery again."

The person who spoke to him was a monk who was nearly sixty years old and had a long beard. His name was Bao Rensheng. He was at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He was Bao Xiaoer's distant cousin and currently served as the commander of the caravan. Steward.

Fang Qingyuan had established a relationship with him, and now he was responsible for Fang Qingyuan's first business trip.

These days, Fang Qingyuan doesn't communicate much with other monks in the caravan. Every day he either meditates or goes down to play with Yin Bao, and then comes to the deck to watch the scenery. His actions are very regular.

Bao Rensheng has been observing Fang Qingyuan for a long time, but he has never discovered anything special about Fang Qingyuan. In his mind, Fang Qingyuan is just a disciple of Yushou Mountain who wants to earn a fortune of spiritual stones.

Seeing Bao Rensheng coming over, Fang Qingyuan smiled and said:

"I thought it was stuffy down there, so I came up to get some air. I guarantee that I can come here in time. I'm busy these days, aren't I?"

Bao Rensheng laughed and did not reply. Instead, he took out a smoking pot from his storage bag, put in the tobacco leaves, and started smoking.

Fang Qingyuan immediately understood that he was addicted to cigarettes.

In fact, monks generally do not smoke tobacco, because it is harmful to the body, and the poison accumulated over time cannot be underestimated.

Most of the people who smoke tobacco are secular mortals. Their lives are short and they understand the need to enjoy themselves in time. Although tobacco harms the body, they don't care because it will take at least twenty or thirty years before the poison takes effect. At that time, will they be in the city or not? uncertain.

Tobacco affects one's practice, is self-indulgent, and is detrimental to future breakthroughs and foundation building. Monks with pursuits and ambitions will not be contaminated.

Only monks like Bao Rensheng, who have no hope of building a foundation, don't care about this.

Bao Rensheng took a few puffs and then said:

"Don't worry, our caravan has been traveling this way for decades, and the tribes along the way have taken care of it, so we will definitely be safe along the way."

Fang Qingyuan nodded in agreement, but in his heart he really wanted to shut up Bao Rensheng. It was so unlucky to say this before departure. He felt like he was always planting flags like crazy.

Fortunately, Bao Rensheng only boasted a few words and then left in a hurry. In the past few days, he was the busiest because the desert of death was coming.

Two days later, as the floating cloud boat slowly docked at the pier of a fairy city made of black rocks, groups of monks, like ants, were leaving one by one, the nest they had been traveling for a month.

Fang Qingyuan was also in the center of the team. He was moving forward with the large army. As soon as he got off the giant boat, a crazy wind and sand hit him all over.

Fortunately, the wind shield array engraved on Fang Qingyuan's first-level middle-grade Taoist robe automatically activated, preventing him from eating a mouthful of sand.

However, Fang Qingyuan was fine, but Yin Bao underneath him heard a cry of grievance. This place was really terrible for Yin Bao.

"Heisha City has arrived. The monks from the Ganyang Caravan are all gathering here."

In the distance, Bao Rensheng shouted at the top of his lungs. The sound after the spiritual power was increased passed through the thick wind and sand and clearly reached the ears of each monk.

Fang Qingyuan drove Yinbao, braved the wind and sand, and began to move towards Bao Rensheng's position.

After arriving at the place, after waiting for a while, Bao Rensheng announced that everyone was present. After no mistakes were made, the group of people headed towards the sand sea in the distance.

Black Sand City is actually not that big, because this city is not one of the ten giant cities in the Death Desert. Compared with the five cities of Yinku, Qianyi, Huayan, Liuhuo, and Feilian, both in terms of scale and reputation, it is Not even close.

However, this kind of city is only suitable for caravans to run business, because those big cities are monopolized by larger forces, and there is no place for retail investors to drink soup.

The end point of Fang Qingyuan's trip is a sand sea oasis located seven thousand miles away from Black Sand City. He will pass through more than a dozen small tribal gathering places along the way.

There are more than a hundred people in the Ganyang caravan. The leader is a casual cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. There are three foundation building monks in the team, and the rest are all practicing Qi.

The leader basically does not come forward. Fang Qingyuan has never seen the caravan leader until now. The leader mainly serves as a force guarantee. The trivial matters in the caravan are handled by stewards like Bao Rensheng.

Fang Qingyuan's camel ray was considered huge among the camel beasts in the caravan. He looked at the bottom and saw some earth lizards, camels and other spiritual beasts. He couldn't help but wonder, can these camel beasts keep up?

Among this group of camel beasts, those that can fly are considered very advanced. Those that can't fly can only walk in the desert, which is so slow.

However, Fang Qingyuan's question was quickly answered.

As soon as they entered the desert, waves of wind and sand rolled in. The higher they went, the bigger the wind and sand became. After being ten feet away from the ground, the wind and sand hit the person's body like a blunt knife cutting flesh.

Feeling the power of the wind and sand, Fang Qingyuan quickly asked Yinbao to lower his flying altitude, and finally followed the example of others and simply flew close to the ground.

After Fang Qingyuan came down, someone smiled and said to him:

"This little bit of wind and sand is nothing now. When we go a few hundred miles further, the sand will be black. There is evil force flowing in the black sand. If it hits the body, no protective spirit shield will be able to do anything." The Golden Bell Talisman can't last even ten breaths, so don't fly away if you have nothing to do."

Fang Qingyuan's face turned bitter when he heard the news. He had heard before that the wind and sand in the Desert of Death were shocking, but what he heard was definitely different from what he actually saw.

Yinbao's huge body clung to the sand on the ground, and its bat wings surged forward like waves. Sometimes it went too fast, and almost hit the camel in front, which was aggrieved.

Upon seeing this, Fang Qingyuan quickly comforted him and promised to give him extra food when he returned, thus coaxing Yinbao not to lose his temper.

The way to control a beast cannot be about majesty. Instead of using force, Fang Qingyuan prefers gentleness. Moreover, Yin Bao is his first beast to control, so Fang Qingyuan is naturally more tolerant of him.

Of course, if coaxing doesn't work, then Fang Qingyuan will let Yinbao see what his lifelong enemy is.

They marched like this for two days, during which the caravan never rested. It was not until the early morning of the third day that Fang Qingyuan heard someone in the caravan cheering. It turned out that the first tribal gathering point of the trip had arrived.

As soon as they entered the tribe, Fang Qingyuan's caravan was surrounded by people. Finally, the leader of the tribe spoke and invited Fang Qingyuan and others into the tent.

On the way, Fang Qingyuan observed that this tribe only had tens of thousands of people, but the proportion of monks among them was astonishingly high.

The monk families near Tianmen Mountain can produce seven or eight monks for every 10,000 people. In this small tribe, Fang Qingyuan estimated at a glance that nearly 20 monks can be produced for every 10,000 people.

Such a high ratio was really astonishing. Shang Qingyuan was very confused along the way, but when he entered the leader's tent, he understood a lot.

Just because the tent was covered with human skin and human bone magic weapons, and the leader sitting at the top had a demonic aura that was not concealed at all.

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