"This Odd Desert is much more terrifying than the rumors, but if you want to get that person's things, how can there be no risk? The key is that there is another powerful enemy eyeing it covetously, so he doesn't dare to go all out. "
When Thunder Beastkin was secretly annoyed, he suddenly felt something. He glanced down and saw Wind Beastkin, Mo Jie, was looking at him with fiery eyes.
"Mo Jie, what do you mean by that look? Do you still want to fight with me in this situation?" Thunder Beastkin narrowed his eyes and said faintly.
"Hmph, you killed my beloved son. After this matter is over, I will settle the score with you slowly." After Wind Beastkin sneered, he turned his head and ignored him.
"You don't have to say such untrue words. At our level of cultivation, a mere son is nothing. Since you and I have this opportunity to come to this Odd Desert, why don't we temporarily join forces? "After Thunder Beastkin sneered, he suddenly changed the topic.
"Join forces? How do we join forces? If I say I agree, will you really rest assured? "Mo Jie's eyes flashed, but there was a hint of sarcasm on his face.
"You and I both know the rumors about this Odd Desert. Since we are here, we don't plan to return empty-handed. I believe Brother Mo Jie is the same. As long as you are willing to join forces, I have nothing to worry about. "Lie Zhentian was relieved when he heard the words. He said with a relaxed expression,
After Mo Jie listened to these words, he was silent for a while. His thoughts turned sharply.
The name of Odd Desert was actually known by many people in the southern wilderness.
Speaking of it, this black desert was like a moving space secret realm. It had appeared many times in various places in the southern wilderness.
However, what really made the name of Odd Desert spread throughout the southern wilderness was a rumor more than thousands of years ago.
At that time, it was said that someone broke into the Odd Desert, picked up a personal treasure of the former master of the southern wilderness, the Southern Puppet Emperor, and brought it out safely.
Once this matter was spread out, it immediately caused a great wave in the Southern Wasteland. The entire Southern Barbarian cultivators were shaken, and at the same time, all the major forces were involved. After hundreds of years of bloodshed, it slowly subsided.
However, after this incident, although countless people tracked down the whereabouts of Odd Desert, its trace had been a mystery.
It often took decades or even hundreds of years for the Bizarre Desert to appear once, and its location was erratic. It would disappear without a trace in a very short period of time.
Sometimes, the various major powers had clearly received news of the desert, but by the time they sent people over, the desert had mysteriously disappeared.
Therefore, for thousands of years, there were very few high-level cultivators who could really enter the Odd Desert.
Even if there were a few casual cultivators who could enter the Odd Desert, except for the lucky guy who brought the treasure at the beginning, no one else could come out of it.
Therefore, some people said that the Odd Desert was a dangerous place.
The only lucky one was killed by others early on, so no one knew the real situation in the Odd Desert over the years.
But almost all forces believed that it must be related to the Southern Puppet Emperor who disappeared suddenly tens of thousands of years ago, and it was very likely that it was the place where he passed away and inherited his inheritance.
However, since it was related to the relic of the Puppet Emperor of the Southern Wilderness, even if it was dangerous, there would still be waves of people rushing to get it. Even Celestial Phenomenon Powerhouses like the Wind and Thunder Goblin Beasts could not resist the temptation.
"We can join forces for the time being, but it is only limited to getting out of here. As for whether we can find the relics of the Southern Puppet Emperor in the future, it depends on our own opportunities." Mo Jie pondered and said after a long while.
"Okay, Mr. Mo Jie is really a straightforward person, then it's a deal!" Seeing Wind Beastkin agreed, Lie Zhentian immediately laughed and said.
It was just that both of them knew that this covenant had no binding force at all. When they found the relics, it was likely that they would turn against each other.
Speaking of it, although the rumors in the Odd Desert were extremely dangerous, the two didn't take it seriously.
After all, among the cultivators who entered here before, the highest cultivation level was only at the Jin Dan State.
"It seems that this sandstorm will take a while to subside. You and I should take advantage of this time to restore spiritual power, then we can go out together." Lie Zhentian looked at the storm outside and suggested.
"Alright." Mo Jie nodded and agreed with this idea.
Then the two tacitly took the spiritual power restoring elixir, found a corner, and sat cross-legged.
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Outside Shaman City, the oasis where the Sand Clan lived, there would be a sandstorm from time to time, but no matter how big the storm was, it would automatically dissipate near the oasis or bypass on its own.
An ordinary-looking young man in a gray robe walked out of Shaman City slowly. After looking around, he walked to a sand dune not far away and sat cross-legged.
It was Liu Ming who strayed into this black desert.
In a blink of an eye, he had been in this oasis for half a month, and he had a lot of understanding of the situation here.
Especially after reading the manuscripts left by a southern wilderness cultivator who used to live here, the origin of this strange desert and the rumors about this place gradually became clear in Liu Ming's mind.
He had never heard of the rumors of the Odd Desert before, so it was not surprising.
Although Liu Ming had been in the southern wilderness for a period of time, he spent most of his time in alchemy and cultivation. He didn't have much contact with people. How could he deliberately inquire about these rumors?
Even now, Liu Ming didn't care much about the so-called Southern Wilderness Puppet Emperor's relics. His focus was on how to get out of here.
After all, the Southern Wilderness Puppet Emperor was a Mystic Comprehending powerhouse. Even if some things were left here, it wasn't something that a Crystallization Period cultivator could touch at all. Any enchantment left behind could easily kill him.
According to what he had heard and seen these days, these Sand Clan people seemed to have a deep relationship with the Southern Wilderness Puppet Emperor. They all respected the Mystic Comprehending power who died tens of thousands of years ago.
It was a pity that it was not convenient to ask about the specific news in detail.
After Liu Ming thought about it, he made a gesture with both hands, closed his eyes, and went into meditation.
After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed softly.
The Sand Clan people were right. The natural aura here was extremely thin. It was not suitable for foreign cultivators to cultivate.
The Sand Clan people here could directly absorb the aura deep underground for cultivation with their special physique, but for foreign cultivators, the absorption speed was reduced by more than a hundred times. It was simply a drop in the bucket. Even their spiritual power would slowly dissipate after a long time, which would lead to a real drop in cultivation level.
Fortunately, he still had some yun spirit pills and golden yuan pills with him, so he didn't have to worry about this in a short time. However, if he really stayed here for a few years as the grand elder of the Sand Clan said, the consequences would really be unimaginable.
Since it was so difficult to cultivate here, Liu Ming naturally didn't bother to do useless things. He simply lay on the sand dune, looked up at the yellow sky, and was in a daze.
Since he stepped into the cultivation world, his thoughts had never left the word "cultivation". After so many years, he was really a little tired.
The desert in front of him was filled with black sand, and the sky was also gloomy and dim. There was no scenery to speak of, but in the eyes of Liu Ming, it was a rare wonder.
The black desert that stretched as far as the eye could see was vast and boundless, and under the contrast of the dusky yellow sky, it seemed to be extremely magnificent!
Such a scene caused one to feel a sense of desolation and sorrow when one looked at it.
Liu Ming looked at it in a daze for a while, and his mood became a little ethereal.
After a long time, he suddenly thought of something. He turned his hand, and there was a silver-white ore in his hand.
Hula!
A red flame ignited in Liu Ming's hand, wrapping the ore in it. It melted into a mass of silver liquid in an instant.
His other hand gently stroked, and the liquid solidified. After a while, it turned into a silver flute about two feet long.
There was a trace of nostalgia in Liu Ming's eyes, and he put the silver flute to his mouth and played it.
A faint sound of a flute began to play slowly, like a rising cloud and mist, faintly discernible, distant and lasting.
The sound of the flute was mellow and clear for a while, sad and sonorous for a while, and then it was as low as silk. It made people who heard it couldn't help but feel lost.
This flute skill was learned from a prisoner who was proficient in this skill on Savage Island when he was young. Although it was the first time he had time to play it again since he embarked on the path of cultivation, it was still a world of difference compared with the past.
As he thought in his heart, the sound of the flute involuntarily contained a touch of homesickness, and the tone became deeper and more mellow.
At this moment, a girl wearing a snow-white dress and a white veil flashed silently not far behind Liu Ming. It was the Sand Clan girl with the aura of the Crystallization Period that he noticed earlier.
At this moment, the girl was standing on her feet with her snow-white lotus arms crossed behind her back. Her pair of beautiful eyes were looking at the young man in a gray robe on the small sand dune.
A gentle breeze blew from afar, lifting up the transparent white gauze from time to time, revealing a delicate and beautiful face. At the same time, a faint black dust was stirred up. Under the melodious sound of the flute, the dust seemed to soften as it blew on the face.
Liu Ming didn't seem to feel it. He was still playing the silver flute in his mouth as if at this moment, there was only the flute in his hand in the world.
And the girl just stood there quietly, listening to the sound of the flute motionlessly. Her eyes gradually became a little blurred.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
A desolate desert, a desolate sand dune, a man that blew the flute into the air, and a young woman that listened silently. All of this drew out a tragic and desolate scene, and it faintly revealed a graceful and ethereal feeling.
At the end of the song, the sound of the flute gradually became low and finally disappeared.
"Miss has been here for a long time, what's the matter?" Liu Ming gently put down the silver flute in his hand, stood up from the gravel, turned around, and asked calmly.
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