CHAPTER 2623 - CHAPTER 263
A Strange Sandstorm
In a short moment, the yellow sandstorm had completely enveloped Luo Zheng.
This sandstorm was enough to sweep ordinary mortals and livestock into the sky, but it posed no threat to Luo Zheng.
The fine gravel was like dense raindrops falling towards Luo Zheng, but it all stopped three inches in front of Luo Zheng. An invisible force formed a film that isolated all the gravel outside.
"Heaven's Wall City to the north of the desert …"
Looking at the gravel flying all over the sky, Luo Zheng revealed a bitter smile.
When he first stepped into the Realm of the Gods, he was alone. Without anyone to guide him, he could only slowly explore the Realm of the Gods.
This time, with Ming Wei leading the team, he originally wanted to save a lot of trouble, but he didn't expect that they would get separated at the first step into the Mother World!
He had used Greater Teleportation hundreds of times to wander around the Scarlet Sun Desert. It could be imagined that this desert was very large. Even if it was a clear sky, Luo Zheng would find it difficult to distinguish between north, south, east, and west, let alone in this sand-filled weather.
"It's best to find someone and ask around!"
Luo Zheng was only at a loss for a moment, but he had already collected his thoughts. After taking a light step, he disappeared from the top of the hill.
Although he couldn't distinguish the direction, Luo Zheng tried his best to use Greater Teleportation in one direction. This way, he could ensure that he left this desert with the shortest route.
"Buzz …"
With a single Greater Teleportation, Luo Zheng had already crossed a distance of fifty thousand kilometers.
The moment he came out of the spatial passage, he was still met with yellow sand flying towards him.
Looking at the sandstorm in front of him, Luo Zheng's face revealed a trace of surprise.
Sandstorms weren't rare weather. In the desert, when there was a strong wind, there would be sandstorms. However, he had already crossed a distance of fifty thousand kilometers and still couldn't get out of this sandstorm. The range of this sandstorm was beyond his imagination.
"The strength of the wind in this desert isn't strong enough to create such a large-scale sandstorm. How did this sandstorm come about?"
Luo Zheng frowned. He couldn't figure out the mystery, so he could only use Greater Teleportation again.
"Buzz buzz buzz …"
He used Greater Teleportation seven times in a row and traveled a total of four to five hundred thousand miles. However, everywhere he went, there was still a raging sandstorm.
Not being able to determine where he was made him panic.
Luo Zheng no longer moved forward. Instead, he changed his direction and used Greater Teleportation towards the sky!
Ming Wei had said that the mother world was like a flattened egg. However, this egg was too big. Even if Luo Zheng kept using Greater Teleportation, he would not be able to touch the top of the mother world.
However, as he continued to move upwards, he realized that things were getting weirder and weirder.
He shifted upwards three times and arrived at a height of 150,000 miles. As he stood in the air, he was suddenly surrounded by rolling yellow sand.
"The height of this sandstorm is over a hundred and fifty thousand kilometers?"
Luo Zheng hadn't taken the sandstorm seriously before, but now he realized the strangeness of it.
Helplessly, he could only lower his altitude and fly close to the desert …
Moving forward like this naturally wasn't as fast as Greater Teleportation, but it could help him better distinguish his surroundings.
After flying like this for several hours, Luo Zheng suddenly saw a few bulges under the sand dune to his left. These bulges were covered by sand, so he couldn't see what they were.
Luo Zheng thought for a moment and spread out his divine sense.
As he investigated with his divine sense, a trace of joy appeared on his face. Those bulges were actually tents, and there were people inside the tents!
Luo Zheng didn't hesitate in the slightest and flew towards the tents.
The sandstorm had been blowing for so long that a thick layer of yellow sand had already covered the tents.
Luo Zheng gently waved his hand and swept away the yellow sand outside the tents.
The tent's entrance was a curtain sewn from a thick layer of animal skin. Luo Zheng reached out and gently lifted the curtain. The moment he lifted it, a sharp, snow-white knife pierced towards him!
"Whoosh!"
The knife's strength wasn't small, and it was aimed directly at Luo Zheng's chest.
Luo Zheng's expression was indifferent. His right hand shot out like lightning and pinched the sharp knife's edge with two fingers. The knife couldn't move in the slightest.
"Don't …"
Just as Luo Zheng passed by, several spears stabbed towards him from both sides of the curtain.
These spears were aimed at Luo Zheng's eyes, face, chest, and throat. They obviously wanted to kill him.
Although Luo Zheng wasn't afraid of ordinary swords and sabers, he was still a little angry at being treated like this. Luo Zheng's hands danced like flowers, and the spears that were stabbing towards him were all snatched away by Luo Zheng.
Several lean young men stood in the tent. These young men didn't expect Luo Zheng to have such strength. They continuously retreated, and at the same time pulled out the scimitars at their waists.
But the space in the tent was very small, and they couldn't use their full strength. For a moment, it was chaos.
"I'm just passing by, why are you pulling out your scimitars?" Luo Zheng threw those spears on the ground and asked coldly.
Hearing Luo Zheng's words, those young men were slightly stunned.
The leader had a scar on his face. He looked at Luo Zheng with a trace of suspicion, and immediately asked: "You, you're not an assassin sent by the King?"
Luo Zheng sighed in relief. The other party spoke the same language, so at least they could communicate smoothly.
The cultural inheritance in the Divine Domain wasn't spontaneous, but came from the Mother World. The language used here was of the same origin as the Divine Domain.
"Of course not, I'm just passing by," Luo Zheng replied indifferently.
Those young men were skeptical, but they still held their scimitars tightly, and didn't have any intention of backing down.
At this moment, a soft female voice suddenly came from the inner part of the tent, "Let him in."
"But Senior Magic Flute …" The scar-faced youth had a worried expression.
That soft body came again, "No need to say anymore. If he was really sent by the King to kill me, all of us would already be dead."
This girl's eyesight was very accurate. With Luo Zheng's strength, he only needed one palm to turn these tents and the people inside into ashes.
When those young men heard this, they looked at Luo Zheng with a trace of fear in their eyes. Based on that move just now, they were definitely not Luo Zheng's opponent.
As the young men moved aside, Luo Zheng discovered that these tents had a passage between them.
He followed the passage where the voice came from, and a faint fragrance immediately assailed his nostrils. In this tent, there was a veiled girl.
Under this thin veil, there was a slightly round little face. This girl's eye sockets were deeper, and although her appearance couldn't be said to be devastatingly beautiful, it had an exotic charm.
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