Chapter 192: Sand Sea Tribe, Divine Scribe

"If there is gravity among many worlds, then the time and space of Yuqing Star should be the heaviest. Even on Cloud Island, it is difficult to get rid of it."

"This sand sea world, even if it is powerful and terrifying, is incomparable to Jade Qingxing."

Bai Xuan felt his own strength.

He made a fist.

boom!

Within a radius of several thousand meters, the huge sand dunes sank suddenly, sinking several meters deep as if being bombarded by a heavy punch.

Bai Xuan adapted to his own strength.

"The time and space pressure in the Sand Sea World is much weaker than that of the Yuqing Star. The most typical manifestation of this is to dive into the Void Sea here. It is very simple."

He can feel it...

With a casual movement, he can blend into the void and appear hundreds of miles away in an instant.

The space pressure in the sea is actually much lighter than that in the outside world.

"According to the records in the Nine Sky Cloud Tracks, the sand sea world is about 700 million miles in radius. Most of it is desert, and only one percent of the area is an oasis."

"In this world, there are endless sand sea demons lurking in the yellow sand. Therefore, once you leave the oasis, it will be extremely dangerous... In this world, there is no systematic martial arts, only simple sword skills, and there is only one The power that rules the endless sand sea is the 'Shenting'!"

Bai Xuan's spiritual thoughts scanned the information in the cloud.

There is no direct connection with Jiukong Cloud Rail here, but if you want to connect, the power of Jiukong Cloud Rail will still spread within a few days after sending the application.

You can leave this world now.

According to the information in this cloud.

The inheritors have the highest safety factor when hunting demons in the sand sea.

However, if you enter a tribe or a big city and try to become a "divine master" of the Sand Sea Divine Court, you will be in great danger.

If you are an ordinary divine scripter, that's it. But if you want to become a top divine scripter and receive the most powerful inheritance in the divine court, the risk factor will soar.

To what extent?

In the Divine Court, there is a true god-level existence, and there is more than one!

If discovered...

Bai Xuan didn't know if he could escape.

"You need to be careful."

Bai Xuan's gaze swept across the endless sea of ​​sand.

With his eyesight and the ability to look into the sea - the sea of ​​sand is also a sea - he can see through the monsters lurking in this sea of ​​sand without using his spiritual thoughts, and they are ferocious and terrifying.

However, these demons were only as strong as gods and weak as blood refining masters, so they were not worth his while.

Existences like that ancient Scorpion... have to go to the extreme depths of the sand sea to find them.

However, these monsters are not dangerous to him.

But for the indigenous people of this world, it is still very scary.

Bai Xuan glanced into the distance, and disappeared in a flash.

Now that he has entered the secret realm, he can use it to blend into the void at will... No one can detect it, and not even a breath of wind will be produced.

…

On a sand dune.

"Set up camp on the spot, load your crossbows, and unsheath your scimitars!"

A strong man with a big beard shouted loudly, his voice extremely nervous.

Dozens of young men around them all drew their knives and surrounded five strange-shaped beasts of burden. The beasts were six or seven meters long each, with a broad back and six hooves as wide and thick as cattail fans. They stepped on the sand and were terrified at this moment. Shrink in the middle.

In the middle of the beast of burden was a handsome young man with a nervous expression, and next to him was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression. He was holding a big bow in his hand. The long bow had a string like metal, and could easily shoot through a boulder when it was fully stretched.

He bent his bow and concentrated, and saw a rustling sound in the sand, and a big bag moved quickly, from far to near in the blink of an eye, and burst out of the sand!

This monster that broke out of the sand was more than ten meters long, shaped like a giant scorpion, with six legs like knives. There were terrifying ghostly lines on its back, and there was a faint golden thread running through it, making it extremely ferocious.

This giant scorpion monster broke out of the sand, whipping up the strong wind and sweeping it across dozens of meters. Its long tail moved, and there were three of them. Each one was like a long knife. With a roar, it cut the two young men in half. The leather armor He couldn't resist it at all, blood spurted out, and his internal organs slipped out!

"Three-tailed scorpion!"

The handsome young man's expression changed with shock, and he shouted hoarsely.

At this moment, panic, regret, anxiety, fear...all kinds of emotions surged out in his heart, and his thin spiritual thoughts surged out, causing the brocade and gold silk collar to sway slightly.

He originally thought that this trip would be blessed by "purifying incense" and divine inscriptions, and he would at most encounter some ferocious beasts. With the strength of this pack beast team, he could easily hunt them down.

But the three-tailed demon scorpion is said to be the descendant of the ancient Scorpion. Even though most of the endless scorpion demons in the sand sea are descendants of Scorpio, this demon scorpion is a real demon. There is a faint golden thread behind it, which is obviously the blood of ancient ancestors. They all recovered a little.

With the strength of their "Suler" family, even the most powerful scimitar warriors would have to pay a heavy price to kill this scorpion, and they were just a team of beasts of burden.

"shoot!"

The middle-aged man remained calm in the face of danger and shot out an arrow. Three arrows immediately shot through the air into the scorpion's joints, where they were not protected by the carapace.

The scorpion was hit by an arrow, and when it pulled, green blood oozed out. However, it suddenly grabbed the ground with its six legs, and with a clang, all the arrows shot out, without affecting its movements at all.

The demon scorpion was in pain and let out a sharp roar. In an instant, it had rushed into the group of cavalry members. Its three tails were like phantoms, killing six or seven people in one breath. Even if they fired a volley of bows and crossbows, they would not be able to kill them. Can stop it at all.

Extremely fast!

The defense can also withstand sword slashes.

The demon scorpion had cold eyes. In its eyes, these people were just food. Even if some of the stings could hurt it, it was nothing.

"Not good! Close combat!"

The middle-aged man looked horrible. He threw down the longbow in his hand, pulled out the scimitar, and was about to jump down and chop.

This was of course a life-and-death risk, but if he fled in all directions, he would really die.

In this sea of ​​sand, if you encounter such a demon, you can only fight to the death!

But at this moment, a figure flashed, like a powerful crossbow, rushing into it.

Dangdangdang!

There was a series of sounds of swords and metals hitting each other, and the six blade feet of the demon scorpion were all cut off along the joints.

The figure threw down the pitted scimitar corroded by blood in his hand, grabbed a short bow, and shot three times in a row. The arrows collided and accelerated to the extreme. An arrow shadow broke through the air in an instant, shot into the mouth, and pierced the demon scorpion's head.

Plop!

The scorpion fell down, bleeding profusely. After struggling for a moment, it drilled into the sand, but before it went deep, it stopped moving.

There was fear in its cold eyes, but it was frozen at this moment and could not move at all!

A sudden turn of events!

The scorpion died, and many camel caravan warriors survived the disaster. Many of them sat down in the sand.

"Thank you for your help, warrior!"

The middle-aged man did not dare to neglect it at all. The scimitar in his hand was sweaty. He quickly returned it to the sheath and greeted him respectfully.

"I am Musa, the tenth captain of the Sule family. The warrior saved us from the mouth of the enemy of God. The Sule family will always remember your kindness. I wonder which tribe the warrior is from?"

Musa asked respectfully.

He was secretly shocked in his heart.

They were a camel caravan that could not deal with the scorpion, and the comer casually shot it with a short bow he had seized?

He had only seen a few such warriors in his life.

"But it should not be a divine script master."

Musa speculated in his heart.

He had seen the Divine Script Master before, and those beings would naturally not kill the enemy with scimitars or short bows.

"Bai Xi, the ascetic monk."

The visitor dropped the short bow in his hand and said lightly.

He was naturally Bai Xuan, but he was using a pseudonym, and his strength was also suppressed to about the second level of power training.

In this world, there is no systematic martial arts inheritance. Relying on personal talent, it is already very scary to reach this level. As for the peak of power training, which is equivalent to the third level of Qinglin Gong, it is all natural divine power, one in ten thousand.

"It turned out to be an ascetic monk!"

Musa looked suddenly, without any doubt.

The so-called ascetic monks are some people in the sea of ​​sand. They leave their homes and enter the desert, using the horror and hardship of the sea of ​​sand to sharpen their will and beliefs, so that their spirits transform.

The spiritual will of the ascetic monks is far beyond Musa's. All tribes respect these ascetic monks very much, so he immediately bowed respectfully and asked Bai Xuan to get on the pack animal and go to his tribe together.

...

On the pack animal

"The strength of these tribesmen is really low."

Bai Xuan's eyes swept over these tribesmen.

Generally speaking, in places where there are demons, if you want to survive, your strength naturally cannot be too low, and martial arts will be passed down from generation to generation.

However, none of these tribesmen have a systematic martial arts. Just relying on their own training? It's difficult to reach the first level of strength training.

"It's hard to imagine that there are rulers at the level of true gods in such a world... However, this is the Sand Sea Divine Court. In order to maintain its rule, there is no martial arts circulated under its rule, and cultivation and spread are not allowed."

"Only the inheritance of the 'Divine Scribe Master' is firmly in the hands of the Divine Court."

Bai Xuan thought in his heart.

"What I want to get this time is the inheritance of the 'Divine Scribe Master', and according to the records of the Nine Sky Cloud Tracks, it is best to have the inheritance of a Divine Scribe Master above the fog level."

"By the way, check where Yue Yin died, and go back to give an explanation to Yidu."

Yidu practiced hard and explored, and Bai Xuan naturally knew why.

She hoped that with her own strength, she could explore the secret realm of the Sand Sea one day and find the place where Yue Yin died.

This is stupid!

Geniuses shouldn't be like this, it's meaningless.

However, sometimes people's hearts are hard to be shaken, just like Bai Xuan, whose will is as strong as iron. The path he takes cannot be changed by others.

Therefore...

"Let me do this trip."

Bai Xuan was calm.

At this moment.

The handsome boy next to him was extremely admiring, and his eyes were fixed on Bai Xuan.

Looking closer, the boy had no Adam's apple, but she was a girl, but the robe she wore was extremely gorgeous, with a faint golden line, and it was obvious that she had a high status.

"My name is Jimenez, thank you for saving my life, and I will definitely repay you when I become a divine script master."

Seeing Bai Xuan's faint glance, the girl hurriedly spoke, but her voice was very difficult, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.

There are also records in Bai Xuan's cloud scroll.

The apprentices of the divine script master rarely speak because they have to practice with their divine thoughts, but focus on their spiritual will, and usually communicate only with eye contact and simple gestures.

The girl spoke, which represented respect.

Before Bai Xuan came to the Sand Sea World, he had already exchanged most of the information about this world in the Nine Sky Cloud Tracks. Except for some vague information related to the inheritance of the Supreme Divine Mind, even the folk customs and clothing styles were recorded.

Above this team, a kind of strange spice was burning, which could make most demons ignore this camel caravan. There were also faint words printed on the flag, which meant that this tribe was protected by the divine script master.

Soon.

The camel caravan passed through many sand dunes. After more than half a day, it approached a piece of green emerging on the horizon. There were many tents, which was an oasis tribe.

Such an oasis is not big. As time goes by, there will be a danger of depletion. At that time, the tribe will still have to migrate.

Therefore, the status of such a tribe can be said to be good, but not very high. In this sea of ​​sand, there are millions of them. Even if a thousand of them are destroyed, few people will care.

"Is this the Sule tribe?"

Bai Xuan looked at the tribe.

"Yes, respected ascetic monk, are you going to see the leader with us, or..."

Musa asked respectfully.

"No need, I'll go around by myself."

Bai Xuan said with a slight smile.

He didn't have much idea of ​​meeting the leader, not to mention the size of this tribe, which had only tens of thousands of people in total, and he could see it clearly with a glance.

After getting off the camel caravan, all of them breathed a sigh of relief. Arriving at this oasis means arriving home. Generally speaking, it is very safe and there will be no danger.

Everyone said goodbye outside the tribe. The girl Jimenez bowed to Bai Xuan respectfully before leaving.

Soon, Bai Xuan turned around.

The place he arrived at was the market outside the oasis. There were also earthen houses around here. It was cool and comfortable. It was a place where outsiders lived.

"Divine Scribe Master?"

An old man smoked a water pipe and shook his head. "How could the Sule tribe have one? There are only a few great divine scribes even in big cities. A divine scribe can easily suppress dozens of tribes."

"That's right."

Bai Xuan didn't force it.

He quickly found a shady place and sat down casually. He didn't think too much. His mind was in a state of concentration.

"The status of the Divine Spell Master in this world is really high. There is no such tribe... However, at least there is a Divine Spell Master apprentice, which is also a springboard. Let's lie dormant for a few days."

"Now practice the two secret books."

Bai Xuan knew that he was going to enter the secret world of the Sand Sea, so he was not completely unprepared.

When he came, he exchanged all his points for two inheritances. The value was not high, only more than 2,000 points, but they were both very targeted means.

One is "Thousand Souls Seizing the Body and Soul Separation Secret Book", which is a method of soul separation and seizing the body. This type of inheritance is specially marked, indicating that it is not allowed to be used by any Nine Sky Cloud Track registrants who have the Great World Cloud Talisman. Violators will be deprived of human qualifications.

The second is "White Rainbow Escape Method", which is an escape method used for escape. When it is performed, it can turn into a long rainbow. If it is cultivated to the highest level, it can cross 100,000 miles in an instant.

These two inheritances are all used to save lives.

Bai Xuan had been in meditation for half a day, sitting under the shala tree. He had just comprehended the "Secret Book of Thousand Souls Seizing and Separating Souls". His thoughts were constantly splitting and changing, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"... Good luck."

At this moment, in Bai Xuan's eyes.

In the golden tent in the center of the tribe in the distance, a little floating air was reflected, but it reflected a faint silver color, which seemed extremely bright and real.

In this silver air, there was also a faint divine text wrapped, which was rising and falling like breathing. With Bai Xuan's knowledge, he recognized it at a glance. This divine text was similar to the original scripture, and it was a "blood" word!