On the black wind desert.

After one night.

In a black sand dune, several figures crawled out of the black sand in a mess.

"Pok~"

Yi Lin pulled her legs out of the sand expressionlessly, making a negative pressure sucking sound.

"Ph, pah, pah, pah!"

Whether it is the Jindan monk Jian Nanchun, Li Qianqian, or the pink and cute newbie Lin Yi and Xia Xiaoman, they all made the same move when they climbed out of the sand dune: spitting sand.

Jian Nanchun was originally beautiful.

It is said that it will not be so unlucky and will not encounter black sandstorms easily.

Unexpectedly, they suffered a head-on blow on the first night.

Fortunately, there are two Jindan monks in the team.

They noticed in advance that the black sand storm was coming, and without saying a word, they dug a pit on the ground. Four people hid in the pit. Jian Nanchun used "Qianji" to make a cover and made a temporary "basement". The four people hid under the sand and finally avoided the wave of black sand storm.

Although they did not witness the terror of the black sandstorm with their own eyes, there were continuous vibrations above the Qianji Umbrella all night. Until now, Jian Nanchun's hand holding the umbrella is still trembling involuntarily, as if it was broken.

Several people crawled out of the sand pile.

Jian Nanchun was sad.

At this moment, the white paper umbrella transformed by his special use of Thousand Machine Swords of pretending was bumpy and even a few small holes were broken.

Yi Lin put a "cleaning technique" on himself, brushing from head to toe. He accidentally saw the miserable situation of Qianji Jian and laughed silently: "Senior Brother Jian, your sword... seems not to last too long."

"What are you saying!"

Jian Nanchun endured his heartache and quickly squeezed out a few drops of essence and blood, dripped it onto a paper umbrella, and then put it away.

When he thought of Chao Rushuang waiting for him to rescue somewhere in the sand sea, it didn't hurt so much. Jian Nanchun pulled up his pussy again, and Yun Danfeng smiled lightly: "The Qianji Sword is not an ordinary flying sword, it has ever-changing and endless mystery. The senior brother only needs a few drops of essence and blood to nourish the sword spirit, and he can repair Ru Chu in a blink of an eye."

"Strange." On the side, Li Qianqian spitted out the sand and patted the dust on her body as if nothing had happened, wondering: "It is said that in the sea of ​​black wind and sand, the black sand storm may not be encountered once a month. Why did we just come in and encounter it?"

Yi Lin finished cleaning, coughed twice, silently without saying a word.

Of course, after talking to himself, Li Qianqian didn't worry anymore, just pretending to be a low-probability event.

The four of them finished sorting out and set off again.

During the night of the black sandstorm, although the four of them lived under the sand, the lonely man and the widowed woman had been living all night. But when they saw the sun again, they found that the shapes of the surrounding dunes changed. Not far away, they were originally flat desert land, but after a night, a continuous sand dune hundreds of meters high raised out of thin air, like a mountain, which was amazing.

This power that changes the world in a blink of an eye is not easy to achieve even a Jindan monk. This is completely the power of heaven and earth, and the anger of nature. From this, you can see the horror of the black sandstorm last night.

After Jian Nanchun put away the Qianji Jian, as the leader of the team, he took the initiative to walk to several people and comforted him: "Don't worry, you don't have to worry. Before we penetrated deep into the sand sea, we encountered a black sandstorm in advance, which may not be a bad thing. Maybe we will go in and will not encounter it again."

"Ahem cough cough..."

Yilin coughed non-stop.
Chapter completed!