Chapter 286 Wind and Sand

Under the morning light, several people were flying between the mountains, and in an instant they had escaped several miles to the northwest.

As one of the Four Saints, Zuo Xian Wang Li Kai has an astonishing background. After being encircled and injured, his speed increased instead of decreasing. He was so fast that only a golden afterimage could be seen.

Pingtian Cult Master Jin was chasing someone in his arms. Although Luo Ning was light and soft, she was still an adult. The distance was getting farther and farther under the weight. She couldn't leave her wife to the Night Guardian behind her. At the moment, I can only use my energy to chase after him and fight for endurance with King Zuo Xian.

In the rear, Ye Jingtang held the dragon-sounding gun and thundered like thunder. After running for several miles, he found that Jiang Zahu's speed had slowed down, and turned around and said loudly:

"Gang Leader Jiang, please go back and escort Mr. Han first."

Several people chased them out of the basin, while the old wizard and others were still moving into the mountains. Although King Zuo Xian's followers had been chasing behind to help, if a few clear-headed people turned around to surround Wei and rescue Zhao, they would be out of the big way. question.

Jiang Zahu's family was behind him, and he could only say: "Don't chase the poor bandits, and turn back as soon as possible." Then he fell back to the ground and fought back towards the basin.

Ye Jingtang originally wanted to warn Cao Aning not to beat him to death, but if Cao Aning was so stupid that he didn't know what to do in this situation, it would probably be useless, so he didn't say anything more at the moment.

Duolan Valley is located in the narrowest part of Huangming Mountain Range. The two sides of the mountain range are only more than fifty miles wide. It crosses across to reach the northwest desert. It was called the "Plain of No Return" in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

Buguiyuan used to be the rear granary of the Liang Dynasty in ancient times. However, after the river changed its course, Huangming Mountain blocked the water vapor, causing thousands of miles of area to turn into endless yellow sand, becoming a complete forbidden zone for life. Although there were bold gold diggers who visited, Most of them are gone without return.

Fan Qinghe followed Ye Jingtang closely, and saw that he had crossed Huangming Mountain in a moment, and could see the boundless sea of ​​sand in the distance, and said:

"Going around to the north, there is no way to go back. The south is the territory of King Liang and he doesn't dare to go. He will definitely run north along the mountains..."

Seeing this, Ye Jingtang began to cut diagonally to the right, and the Pingtian leader in front also began to move to the right, blocking the escape direction of King Zuo Xian.

Ye Jingtang only held a spear weighing seven or eight kilograms, and he could keep up with the Pingtian leader who was running with his wife in his arms, even slowly closing the distance.

But after running a distance, he suddenly discovered that Fan Qinghe, who was not inferior to him in Qinggong, was slowly falling behind.

Looking back, Fan Qinghe, who was wearing a long red gauze dress, was holding a long whip in his hand. The gauze obscured his face so that the details of his expression could not be seen clearly, but his brows were slightly furrowed, revealing that his fair skin was also slightly red. Not comfortable.

Ye Jingtang frowned when he saw this, and slowed down a little:

"You are hurt?"

Fan Qinghe's martial arts skills are all practiced in body movements. He is good at poisoning and attacking hidden weapons. He is completely different from traditional martial artists such as Ye Jingtang and Jiang Zahu who want to learn to beat people and learn to be beaten first. In the words of his master, this is the foundation. Too weak, with no ability to withstand attacks at all.

But King Zuo Xian has become a saint, and his punches and kicks are all extremely powerful. Just now she used a whip to pull Ma Li, and King Zuo Xian shook his spear and hit her directly to the heart. She did suffer internal injuries. In addition, running at high speed for a long time, she was a little nervous. Fall behind.

Seeing Ye Jingtang looking over, Fan Qinghe gritted his teeth and gathered strength to follow:

"It's just a minor injury, I'm fine."

When Ye Jingtang saw Master Pingtian turning around and running to the end of the field of vision, with no intention of stopping, he was afraid that something would go wrong with Ning'er and could not let Fan Qinghe chase after her, so he immediately hugged Fan Qinghe's waist. .

"Eh?!"

Fan Qinghe suddenly leaned into the man's arms, and the pressure suddenly decreased. He was obviously caught off guard, and his eyes widened a bit.

However, in order to keep Ye Jingtang's balance, she still put her arm on Ye Jingtang's shoulders, took out the medicine from her waist and threw it into her mouth.

Half a mile ahead, Luo Ning had no intention of caring about the life and death of King Zuo Xian, her eyes kept fixed on Ye Jingtang.

She found that Ye Jingtang was actually imitating Bai Jin when running, and picked up the gorgeous woman next to her. Even the posture was exactly the same. She couldn't help but open her red lips slightly.

Then Luo Ning's eyes changed a bit, and after thinking about it, she raised her hands and put them around Xue Baijin's neck, looking forward, as if she was having a sleepless night.

In the Night Terror Hall at the back, they naturally didn't think anything when they saw this scene, but Xue Baijin, who was chasing after him with all his strength, said inexplicably:

"Ning'er, why are you hugging me?"

"Nothing, chase quickly..."

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Whispering rustling——

The five people chasing after each other were like three arrows piercing the air. The mountains and rivers they passed flew back, and they shot towards the yellow sand thousands of miles away at an astonishing speed.

Li Kai, the Xian King of the Left, originally wanted to escape to the north, but when he saw that his pursuers were all cutting off their retreat diagonally to the north, he rushed straight towards the center of the desert, his white hair fluttering in the wind. Even though he was running for his life, his momentum did not drop and he kept distance. Finally, he spoke:

"Xue Baijin, did you defect to the Southern Dynasty?"

Xue Baijin bit King Zuo Xian firmly and said hoarsely:

"No, I just bumped into him by chance. I couldn't bear to see the barbarians from the Northern Liang bullying my warriors from the Southern Dynasties."

King Zuo Xian didn't think that the Xue family, which had been guarding Nanxiao Mountain for a while, could suddenly surrender during the rising period, and Ye Jingtang certainly didn't seem to know that there were reinforcements behind it. At the moment, he just thought that Xue Baijin had bumped into it by chance, and said again:

"Your Xue family is full of loyal people, and there has never been an ungrateful person. When Nan Yan's life and death were at stake, the Northwest Royal Court led his army southward into the Central Plains. If my father hadn't made a surprise attack on the northwest royal capital and solved the urgent need, Nan Yan would have died early. A few years. Now instead of dealing with the rebellious ministers and traitors of Wei State, you are pursuing and beating this king..."

What King Zuo Xian said was historical fact, but Xue Baijin didn't listen to a word.

After all, there is no sense of kindness in the war between the two countries. Beiliang tore up the alliance and launched a surprise attack on the northwest royal court in order to solve his own serious problems, and it had nothing to do with saving Dayan.

King Zuo Xian talked nonsense for a long time and found that Xue Baijin was stubborn. He felt that he was like a soft persimmon and wanted to beat him to death. He didn't waste any more words and rushed towards the center of the desert.

Ye Jingtang held Fan Qinghe and cut to the right. His speed must have slowed down, and the distance between Heping Tian and the leader gradually widened.

The five of them chased each other for hundreds of miles. In the end, they were all red-faced and out of breath, and the distance between them was also extended to two miles apart. It was a competition of endurance to see who could go first. Can't hold on.

Although Ye Jingtang was not as good as King Zuo Xian in terms of background, he was not injured and had sufficient physical reserves. At this time, he was still not left behind, but he was thrown far away while carrying himself. After climbing over a hill, he suddenly found a yellow patch at the end of his field of vision. Clouds and mist.

Clouds and mist float above thousands of miles of yellow sand, covering the sky like thousands of armies and horses. You can faintly see the light flashing in the sand and dust in the sky, and the movement it brings is like the howling of thousands of beasts, swallowing up everything in its path.

King Zuo Xian, who was still starting to lose his armor one after another, sped up and rushed over when he saw this scene, and plunged into the sky full of sandstorm. His figure immediately became blurred until it was completely obscured by the sand and dust.

The leader of Pingtian didn't stop for a moment and rushed into it immediately.

"Ning'er?"

When Ye Jingtang saw the sandstorm, he secretly thought that something was wrong and wanted to tell the two of them to stop and stop chasing. However, the howling strong wind resounded throughout the world and the words were blown away within a few feet. He could only vaguely see Ning'er waving his hands. He goes back.

Ye Jingtang knew how serious the sandstorm was, and was afraid that the two of them would run into the sand sea and get lost, so he waved his hands to the sky.

"grumble--"

After seeing the gesture, Niaoniao, who had been chasing at high altitude, swooped down and flew to Luo Ning to act as a guide. In this way, as soon as the sandstorm passed, Niaoniao could find a way out by flying high into the sky without worrying about losing his way.

But Ye Jingtang stopped running at full speed and landed on the sand dune. Following the traces left by several people in the sand, he chased into the depths of the sandstorm against the strong wind...

——

Huhu——

The flying sand covered the sky and the sun, and within a hundred feet of the sandstorm, the sky and light were completely blocked. The surrounding areas were dim as if there was no light at dawn, and all that could be heard was the roar of muffled thunder and strong wind.

Ye Jingtang raised his arm to block the flying sand coming from the pavement, and hugged Fan Qinghe's waist with his right hand tightly. The yellow sand passing by left a clear trail behind him.

At this time, the sand dunes, which were not very solid, became waves in the Yellow Sea. They could be seen with the naked eye and moved with the changes of the strong wind. The whole person felt as if he was in the midst of turbulent waves. If his martial arts were not high enough, he would probably fall down within a moment. The earth until it was buried in the sea of ​​sand.

Fan Qinghe grew up in the various provinces of the West Sea and came to the desert frequently. Even his clothes were suitable for walking under the scorching sun in the desert. At this time, he didn't panic at all. He pulled off a piece of red gauze from his body and tied it around Ye Jingtang's eyes. , to filter the sand, while shouting:

"The sandstorm is too big, don't run around..."

Ye Jingtang didn't bring a face towel, so he opened his mouth and filled his mouth with sand. He could only cover his mouth with his arm and said:

"Don't worry, I often run around the desert as a escort and I can't get lost. Just hold on tight, don't get blown away..."

"I know."

…

Because he couldn't hear clearly, Fan Qinghe didn't say anything. He just grabbed Ye Jingtang's belt and trudged through the flying sand together.

Ye Jingtang originally wanted to follow the footsteps, but the sandstorm here was much stronger than the sandbank. As he walked with his front feet, the footprints left by his back feet were scattered by the wind. Even if the distance was only a hundred or ten meters, it was difficult to hear any movement. At the moment, he could only He gave up tracking and protected Fan Qinghe to a place with less wind and sand, waiting for the sandstorm to blow over.

Although Fan Qinghe was not tired after being carried all the way, he suffered some internal injuries. At this time, the sweat had soaked into the close-fitting yellow shirt, and he could feel the dampness and heat through the clothes.

The Night Terror Hall was even more so, with sweat steaming all over his body, and his heavy breathing could even occasionally suppress the sound of the wind.

Seeing this, Fan Qinghe turned around and held Ye Jingtang's arm. After staring at the strong wind for a while, he felt a little dizzy, so he bit the tip of his tongue and opened his mouth to find something to say:

"I heard from the elders in the clan that this place used to be very prosperous, with many cities and towns, and fertile fields everywhere.

"Because Langxuan City often suffered natural disasters, the Liang Dynasty moved the capital here. As a result, there was a big earthquake. Langxuan City was not seriously affected, but the land here was thousands of miles away, and half of the country disappeared.

"Every time after a sandstorm, you can see many unearthed dilapidated buildings, and you can also find gold, silver and porcelain inside. I have come here to hunt for treasures before..."

Ye Jingtang has heard the legend that the sandbank is full of gold, but all the places that can be dug have been dug up. There must be risks in places where no one goes. He has never been a gold digger.

When they protected Fan Qinghe and walked behind a huge sand dune, the wind and sand became a little lighter, and Ye Jingtang waited for the wind and sand to pass.

Fan Qinghe looked around a few times and pointed to a small bump on the slope of the dune:

"Look over there. There's something there."

After Ye Jingtang raised his eyes and took a look, he used the Dragon Fire Spear as a crutch and pulled Fan Qinghe up the sandy slope, and slowly came to the bulge in the lee of the slope.

The protrusion is white as a whole and can only be seen clearly when you get closer. It is an auspicious beast carved in white stone.

The statue is about one person tall, with the lower part buried in the sand. Although it has been thousands of years, it has been buried in the sand all year round, and there are no signs of weathering. The simple and exquisite extraordinary carving skills can still be seen.

"What is this? A stone lion?"

Ye Jingtang walked closer, looked at it, and touched it. He felt that it was a cultural relic, but it was so big that it would definitely not be moved.

In order to revitalize the Northwest Royal Court, Fan Qinghe has been learning about this information since she was a child. At this time, she was like a female doctor in archeology, blocking the wind and sand with her hands, standing in front of the stone sculpture and looking carefully:

"This is Suanni, the fifth son of the dragon. Judging from the workmanship and size, it should be an auspicious beast placed in the palace to guard the house..."

"Oh...huh?"

Ye Jingtang was deep in thought, but immediately felt something was wrong. He lowered his head and looked at the mountain-like sand dunes at his feet:

"Is this on the roof?"

"How could there be such a big house? The building probably collapsed and the statue was slowly carried here by the quicksand."

While Fan Qinghe was talking, he picked up Ye Jingtang's Dragon-Sounding Spear and used it as a Luoyang shovel, stabbing it into the sand slope.

Chacha——

As a result, just after inserting about three feet, I heard a sound:

Click~

Crash--

"hiss!"

"I go……"

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

After King Zuo Xian rushed into the sandstorm, he ran for several miles, and soon there was no trace of his pursuers behind him.

Because the wind and sand were so strong, King Zuo Xian's physical energy consumption was even more astonishing. If he entered the desert too far and couldn't find supplies, he might not be able to get out of the thousands of miles of yellow sand, so he slowed down and took out a pocket bag from his waist. compass.

After slightly identifying the direction, King Zuo Xian put away his compass, turned and walked due east, wanting to take a detour back to Huangming Mountain.

But he had just walked no more than ten feet when a sound of breaking wind came from the depths of the sandstorm:

Sa——

King Zuo Xian's eyes narrowed and he immediately stopped, his horse's spear sweeping in the wind.

Boom——

Ma Shan swept out a semicircle, creating a hole in the yellow sand in the sky, and also swept away the incoming weapons.

But when he took a closer look, he found that it was a three-foot soft sword.

?

King Zuo Xian secretly thought something was wrong, and immediately reached back with his hand, but it was too late.

Xue Baijin suppressed all his breath and finally reached the front. He did not miss the opportunity. When King Zuo Xian took action, he had already jumped up. He held a heavy mace in both hands like a god beating a drum, and drew it down with all his strength:

"die!"

Boom——

King Zuo Xian withdrew his horse and laid it across the top. The moment his maces fell, all the soft sand beneath his feet was shaken away, like a huge iron ball falling into the water, forming a huge pit.

The stone bricks buried underground for thousands of years were also shattered at the same time, making a crisp and crackling sound.

"drink--!"

King Zuo Xian beat the leader of Pingtian with all his strength, his arms were like jade pillars supporting the sky, but his face armor was shattered by the arrogant force, revealing half of his face. It can be seen that his left eye was red and his face was purple, and his fierce aura was as white as white. Send Shura.

King Zuo Xian was smashed into the sea of ​​sand. The moment he fell into the rubble, he bounced up. Seeing Xue Baijin coming to kill again with his mace, he threw the horse into the yellow sand in the sky without hiding.

Sa——

Xue Baijin's face suddenly changed. Because the wind and sand were too disturbed, she could not determine Luo Ning's current precise position. She was afraid that the horse would accidentally injure Luo Ning, so she immediately threw the cold iron mace and at the same time flew towards the empty horse.

Huhuhu——

Bang!

King Zuo Xian knew that Xue Baijin would definitely save people, so he threw the horse and turned and galloped in the opposite direction.

The flying iron mace hit the back, and King Zuo Xian's golden armor was instantly shattered. His face turned purple and he coughed out a mouthful of black blood. Occasionally, he flew forward regardless of the leverage and rushed directly into the sand and dust.

Xue Baijin grabbed Ma Shan, and was dragged by Ma Shan's tyrannical energy for more than ten feet before he stopped. When he landed, he realized that Luo Ning was quite smart. He threw the soft sword and changed places, holding the big white chicken. Hidden behind the dunes and waiting.

"Walk!"

Xue Baijin pulled up Luo Ning and ran back to the hole that was smashed, trying to find the thrown cold iron mace, but when he glanced at it, he was slightly startled.

Luo Ning held the blown bird in her arms and looked down at the large pit that was gradually buried by the wind and sand. It could be seen that the bottom was full of old street bricks. She looked around:

"What is this place?"

Xue Baijin thought for a while, took out a map from her arms and looked at it carefully, then recalled the distance she ran from Huangming Mountain:

"After the collapse of Langxuan City, Daliang moved its capital to the west of Huangming Mountain. Duolan Valley should be Duonanguan, which meant recovering the lost land... Dayan's exploration said that there is a city here. Judging from the distance, it may be Xinjing …”

"What should we do now? Dig for treasure or chase it?"

Xue Baijin looked at the sky full of wind and sand. After a little delay, the seriously injured King Zuo Xian had no idea how far he had fled, and it was difficult to find traces. As long as she left, these monuments would definitely be filled in when the sandstorm passed. In the case of any landmark, it would only depend on luck when encountering it. I immediately turned around and explored along the direction of the street brick extension:

"Forget it, spare his life and pick it up after a while. First confirm where this place is."

Luo Ning estimated that Bai Jin's chest was soaked with sweat, so she didn't say anything. She turned to look behind her with a worried look:

"Night Terror Hall didn't catch up, so there won't be any problems, right?"

"The dignified military leader, if he can be blown to death by the wind and sand, it can only be said that he is not worthy of the position. He may be taking shelter somewhere and wait for the sandstorm to pass before coming over. Do your own business first."

"oh……"