Volume 5 Sword Qi Nine Sky Seven Hundred and Twelve Desert Silent Flute

"This Wei Mo is much scarier than the rumors say, but if you want to get that person's things, how can you not take some risks? The key is that there is another enemy watching him closely, so he doesn't dare to really let go."

While Lei Yao was secretly angry, he suddenly felt something in his heart. When he glanced at it, he saw Wind Yao Mojie looking over here with burning eyes.

"Mojie, what do you mean by that look in your eyes? Do you still want to fight me under such circumstances?" Lei Yao narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

"Hmph, I will settle the score with you after the incident here is over." Feng Yao smiled coldly, then turned his head and ignored him.

"There is no need to say such unintentional words. When our cultivation level has reached the level of you and me, a mere heir is nothing. Since you and I have this opportunity to come to this desert, why not join forces temporarily?" After Lei Yao hehe, Suddenly the topic changed and he said.

"Join us, how can we join forces? If I say yes, will you really feel relieved?" A strange color flashed in Mojie's eyes...but there was a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"You and I are well aware of the rumors about this strange desert. Now that we have come here, we have no intention of returning empty-handed. I believe Brother Mojie is the same. As long as fellow Taoists are willing to join forces, Lie will have nothing to worry about. Yes." Upon hearing this, Lie Zhentian felt relieved and said with a somewhat calmer expression:

After Mojie heard these words, he was silent for a while, and his thoughts changed rapidly.

In fact, there are not a few people in the southern barbarian land who know the name of Wei Mo.

Speaking of which, this black desert is like a moving secret realm of space that has appeared many times in various places in Nanman.

However, what really spread the name of Wei Mo throughout the Southern Barbarians was a rumor more than thousands of years ago.

At that time, it was said that someone broke into the desert and picked up a personal treasure belonging to the former Lord of the Southern Wilderness and the Puppet Emperor of the Southern Wilderness at the edge, and brought it out safely.

As soon as this incident spread, it immediately caused a great disturbance in the Southern Wilderness. The entire Southern Barbarian monks were shaken by it, and all major forces were involved. After hundreds of years of bloodshed, it slowly calmed down.

However, after this incident, although countless people went around to trace the whereabouts of Wei Mo, his traces remained a mystery.

This strange desert often only appears once in decades or even hundreds of years, and its location is erratic and disappears without a trace in a very short period of time.

Sometimes it is clear that the major forces have received the news, but when they send people to rush there, the desert disappears strangely.

Therefore, after thousands of years, it can be said that only a few high-level monks have truly entered the desert.

Even if there are a few casual cultivators who can enter the desert, except for the lucky guy with the treasure at the beginning, no one can come out of it.

Therefore, some people say that the desert is a desperate place.

But the only lucky person was killed early by others who seized the treasure, so no one knew the true situation in Weimo all these years.

But almost all forces believe that it must be closely related to the puppet emperor of the Southern Wilderness who suddenly disappeared tens of thousands of years ago, and it is very likely that this will be his final incarnation and inheritance.

However, since the relics of the Southern Wasteland Puppet Emperor, a powerful master of the Tongxuan, are involved, no matter how dangerous it is, people who come after him will naturally flock to it. Even powerful people in the celestial realm like the two demons of Fenglei cannot resist its temptation. of.

"It's okay to join forces temporarily,

But it is limited to escaping from this place. As for whether the remains of the Southern Wasteland Puppet Emperor can be found in the future, it depends on each individual's chance. "Mojie was silent for a while, and then he took a long breath and said.

"Okay, Taoist friend Mojie is indeed a cheerful person, so it's settled!" Seeing Feng Yao's agreement, Lie Zhentian immediately looked up to the sky and said with a big smile.

It's just that both of them knew that this covenant had no binding force at all. When the ruins were found, it was very likely that the two of them would fall out.

Speaking of which, although it was rumored to be extremely dangerous in the desert, the two of them didn't take it to heart.

After all, it is said that the monks who entered here before were only at the True Alchemy realm.

"It seems that this sandstorm will take some time to subside. You and I should take this time to recover our mana, and then we can break out together." Lie Zhentian looked at the storm outside and suggested.

"That's fine." Mojie nodded and approved the idea.

Then the two of them tacitly took the magic-restoring elixir, each found a corner, and sat cross-legged to meditate.

Outside Shaman City, an oasis where the people of the Sand tribe live together, a sandstorm will roll up from time to time, but no matter how big the storm is, it will automatically dissipate when it reaches the oasis, or it will take a detour on its own.

, an ordinary-looking young man in gray robe slowly walked out of Shaman City. After looking around, he immediately walked to a sand dune not far away and sat cross-legged.

It was Liu Ming who strayed into this black desert.

In the blink of an eye, he has been in this oasis for half a month and has a lot of understanding of the situation here.

Especially after reading the manuscript left by a Southern Barbarian monk who once lived here, the origin of this strange desert and the rumors about it gradually became clear in Liu Ming's mind.

He had never heard of Wei Mo's rumors before, so it was not surprising.

Although Liu Ming had been in the Southern Wilderness for a while, most of it was spent on alchemy and cultivation, and he didn't have much time to interact with people. How could he specifically inquire about these rumors?

Even now, Liu Ming doesn't care much about the so-called remains of the Puppet Emperor of the Southern Wilderness. What he cares about is how to get out of here.

After all, the Southern Wasteland Puppet Emperor is a powerful man of Tongxuan. Even if there are some things left here, it is not something that a mere crystal cultivator can get his hands on. Any restriction left behind can easily kill them. .

Based on what he heard and witnessed these days, these people from the Sand tribe seemed to have a close relationship with the puppet emperor of the Southern Wilderness, and they respected the Tongxuan power who fell tens of thousands of years ago like a god.

Unfortunately, no matter how specific the news is, it is inconvenient to inquire in detail.

After Liu Ming thought about it for a while, he made a seal with his hands, closed his eyes, and entered into concentration.

After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed softly.

The people of the Sha tribe are right. The vitality of heaven and earth here is extremely thin, and it is not suitable for foreign monks to practice at all.

With their special physique, the people of the Sand Clan here can directly absorb the vitality deep underground for cultivation. However, for outside monks, the absorption speed has dropped by more than a hundred times, which is simply a drop in the bucket. Even their own mana will slow down over time. dissipate, resulting in a real decline in realm.

Fortunately, he still has some Yunling Pills and Jin Yuan Pills with him, so he doesn't have to worry about this in the short term. But if he stays here for several years as the elder of the Sha Clan said, the consequences will be serious. It’s unimaginable.

Since it was so difficult to practice here, Liu Ming was naturally too lazy to do useless things anymore. He simply lay on his back on the sand dune and looked up at the yellow sky, feeling a little dazed.

Ever since he entered the world of cultivation, his thoughts have never left the word cultivation. After so many years, he is really tired.

The desert in front of him was filled with black sand, and the sky was also gloomy and dim. It could be said that there was no scenery at all, but in Liu Ming's eyes, it was a rare spectacle.

The endless black desert, vast and vast, looks extremely spectacular against the dim yellow sky!

Such a scene makes people suddenly feel a sense of loneliness and sadness as soon as they look at it.

Liu Ming stared blankly for a while, feeling a little ethereal.

I don't know how long it took, but something suddenly moved in his mind. He turned his hand over, and a piece of silver-white ore suddenly appeared in his hand.

Hurray!

A ball of red flame ignited in Liu Ming's hand in vain, and the ore was wrapped in it, and it melted into a ball of silver liquid in an instant.

The other hand gently stroked it, and the liquid solidified into shape. After a moment, it turned into a long silver flute about two feet long.

There was a hint of reminiscence in Liu Wu's eyes, and he put Yinxiao to his mouth and started playing.

A faint sound of flute played slowly, like rising clouds and mist, misty and helpless, distant and long.

Sometimes the sound of the flute is melodious and desolate, sometimes sad and high-pitched, and sometimes as low as silk, which makes people feel confused and confused.

This flute technique was something he learned from a prisoner who was proficient in it on the Evil Island when he was a child. Although this was the first time he had time to play again since he embarked on the path of cultivating immortality, it was still a huge difference from before. .

As he thought in his heart, the sound of the flute involuntarily contained a touch of homesickness, and the tone became deeper and more melodious.

At this moment, a girl wearing a snow-white dress and a white gauze mask appeared silently not far behind Liu Ming. It was the girl from the Sand tribe who had noticed the crystal aura before. .

At this moment, the girl is standing on her feet, with her snow-white arms crossed on her back. Her exposed beautiful eyes are looking at the young man in gray robe on the small sand dune as the mid-autumn water flows.

The gentle breeze blowing from a distance slightly lifts the transparent white gauze from time to time, revealing one of the world-famous faces that can be broken by a blow. At the same time, it raises a faint black dust, which is blown by the melodious sound of the flute. The face also seemed to soften.

Liu Ming, however, seemed unaware and kept playing the silver-white flute in his mouth, as if at this moment, there was only the long flute in his hand between heaven and earth, and nothing else.

And the girl just stood quietly, listening to the sound of the flute without moving, her eyes gradually becoming blurred.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

The desert smoke, the lonely sand dunes, the man playing the flute in the air, and the young girl listening quietly, all of this outlines a sad and desolate picture, with a faint sense of elegance and etherealness.

At the end of the song, the sound of the flute gradually became lower and finally turned into nothingness.

"Girl, you've been here for a long time. Is there something wrong?" Liu Ming gently put down the silver flute in his hand, stood up from the gravel, and then turned around and asked calmly. (To be continued. "This text is provided by the Daybreak Update Team x-on:I Love Xiaowat" If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

Please add Wangyu’s public WeChat account: use the WeChat add friend function to find the public account “Wangyu” or: “wang--yu”