The yellow sand is long, the scorching sun hangs on the sky, and the wind from the west is howling by, so dry that there is no water vapor at all, making it unstoppable for the heat.

Standing in the yellow sand, looking up, there was only a dazzling golden color, and there was no other color.

This is the worst place in the extreme western desert and the celestial climate. In the extreme northern glaciers, at least there are iglooes to keep warm and water to drink, but in the extreme western glaciers, there is nothing but yellow sand and scorching sun.

Mo Tiange waved his sleeves and brought up a gust of wind, but he didn't feel a little cooler.

She couldn't help but wonder: "Will anyone live in this ghost place?"

You know, monks like them are already invincible with cold and heat, but when they are in the yellow sand, they feel a sense of heat when they look at this scene, let alone mortals?

Qin Xi was looking at a map of animal skins. After a while, he put the map into the Qiankun Ring and said, "Of course there isn't in the desert, but if you can find an oasis, you can find people."

"The people from the Deacon Hall say that the oasis can move, and this map is probably not accurate." Among the jade slips given by the Deacon Hall, there is an ancient map, which is the desert map when Senior Xiao Zilan came to the west. Five thousand years have passed, and this map is no longer accurate. Before the two entered the desert, they got the current map at the nearby Xuanqingmen Branch.

However, the remote places in the West have no resources at all. The Xuanqingmen Branch does not know much about the West Desert. This map was from several years ago.

"There is no way, let's look for it." Qin Xi also knew this, but Jixi Desert was very unfamiliar to Tianji monks, and there was no detailed information at all.

"Yeah, let's go."

The two of them rose up in the wind, turned into escape light, and flew into the depths of the desert.

Although the Xixi Desert is very vast, it will take only one or two days for the Nascent Soul monk to make a round trip. However, there is a mirage in the desert. The two were deceived several times. They were obviously close to each other and flew for a long time before they found it was just a phantom. The map was marked even simpler, and they couldn't find any oasis.

On the second day, they were flying in the air. Suddenly, a camel caravan was moving forward slowly like an ant. The two of them were overjoyed when they saw this and flew towards the camel caravan.

There were hundreds of camels, thirty or fifty people in this camel caravan, all wearing wide white robes and white hats, very tall, even women were very strong, with slightly dark skin and dark contours.

Seeing Mo Tiange and Qin Xi falling from the sky, the camel team suddenly became riots. The white-robed men shouted the words they didn't understand and knelt on the ground to worship.

Mo Tiange and Qin Xi looked at each other, and Qin Xi said, "Who is your leader?"

No one answered.

He asked again, and a man in white robe spoke, "The little one... the little one is the leader."

The man in white robe had a very strange tone and sounded vague.

The jade slip given to them by the Deacon Hall mentioned that the western nations were called the Western Rong. The Western Rong people had their own language, but they would also trade with people from the Qin and Chu areas, so a small number of people knew the most common language in heaven. This person should be like this.

Seeing these white-robed men so panicked, Qin Xi showed a kind smile and said warmly: "You don't have to be afraid, we just ask about something and will not hurt you."

Hearing this sentence, the man stuttered: "I don't know... what is the need for the gods coming? We... we must do our best."

"You guys get up first." A bunch of people knelt in the hot sand, and Mo Tiange frowned slightly when he saw it.

The man looked at her and Qin Xi again. Seeing that he did not object, he thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

As he said that, he stood up and turned around, waved his arms, and shouted loudly to the tribe's people in the language of Xirong.

When everyone stood up, the head man bowed and said, "Thank you for your love, the people of Xirong... Thank you for your kindness."

Qin Xi said: "I'll ask you, is there an oasis nearby, where do you live?"

"Oasis?" The head man showed a happy expression and said, "The two gods are going to the Oasis? We are the same. The oasis is not far from here, and it will arrive in about half a day. We live in Yimu. After passing the oasis, we will arrive in two days."

After a long time, it was really not far away. Qin Xi looked at Mo Tiange and saw that she had no objection. He said, "Since that's the case, you can give us the way and we will take you to the oasis."

"Yes, yes." The leader bowed repeatedly.

Qin Xi smiled slightly and sacrificed the flying clouds. The flying clouds grew wide and were thirty or forty feet long.

When these white-robed men saw the strange scene in front of them, they would kneel down and kowtow, calling them "Heavenly God".

Qin Xi ignored it, waved his sleeves, moved the entire camel caravan to the flying clouds, and glanced at Mo Tiange. The two of them flew up with these Xirong people.

The leader showed the way, and it took only two quarters of an hour to find the oasis.

This oasis is not big. There is a clear spring in the middle, surrounded by clear springs, with many tents. Seeing a group of people descending from the sky, crowds gushing out of the oasis, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed, shouting the words of Xirong.

Seeing this scene, the head man standing behind Mo Tiange and Qin Xi showed a smug look and said something loudly to these people.

A thin old man walked out of the crowd, with a white robe and a white hat, bowed respectfully to the two of them and said, "Xili bowed to the two gods. I wonder if the two gods came to bring instructions from heaven?" The old man spoke much smoother than the other man.

Qin Xi said: "We are just passing by, you don't have to be too polite."

"Yes, the two gods are very honored to visit the Oasis. Please accept the hospitality of the Oasis." As he said that, the old man made a gesture of invitation.

Qin Xi looked at Mo Tiange, and Mo Tiange nodded softly. They didn't know much about Jixi and needed to get exact information from these Xirong people.

At the invitation of the old man, the two entered a tent.

The tent is very spacious, although simple, but there are a lot of daily necessities.

The old man asked the two to sit down, and a girl in white robe immediately served tea.

Mo Tiange looked down and saw that the tea was green, not the tea they drink every day, it seemed to be some juice.

The old man said, "This is the immortal tea from our Xirong, please drink it."

Mo Tiange hesitated for a moment, and saw that Qin Xi picked up the teacup without any resistance, and took a sip, she also picked it up.

This strange tea is very sweet, with the fragrance of plants and is very refreshing.

Seeing that they both drank, the old man said, "Every rainy season, many immortal trees will grow in the desert. The juice of these immortal trees is immortal tea. In our Xirong, immortal tea is only used to entertain distinguished guests."

"So that's how it is." Mo Tiange paused and asked, "What do you mean by calling God of Heaven?"

The old man showed a surprised look: "Are you not the gods who have fallen from heaven?"

"..." Who knows whether the gods of the Xirong people refer to immortal cultivators who can fly?

Mo Tiange did not answer and then asked, "Do you have priests in your oasis?"

The jade slip given by the Deacon Hall says that every tribe of the Western Rong has priests. Most of these priests are low-level cultivators, and some low-level cultivators in the Central Plains cannot survive. They go to the Western Rong to be priests and enjoy the worship of the Western Rong people.

Hearing her say the word priest, the old man immediately stopped doubting and hurriedly said, "Yes, the priest has gone out, please wait for the two gods."

Next, the two of them were waiting for the priests of the oasis to come back while inquiring about the news from the old man.

This old man named Xili is the oldest elder in the Oasis. He was once the head of a tribe of Xirong. More than ten years ago, his tribe encountered a desert storm and many people died. The remaining people moved to this oasis. The oasis is not a tribe, and there is no head of it. According to the rules of the Xirong people, they will obey the elders.

This oasis is not big, it has existed here for thirty or forty years, and there is a priest with a population of about one hundred.

The entire Xirong tribe had a small population, with dozens of people in small tribes and hundreds of people, with very few of them exceeding one thousand. A small number of these tribes were scattered in oasis in the Western Desert, and most of them lived next to the desert. For example, the tribe they met lived in Yimu, which was not far from here, and had just left the desert.

Soon, the priest from the Oasis returned.

This person is indeed an immortal cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage. When he saw them, he was shocked and quickly bowed: "My younger generation, Tang Zimu, have seen two seniors!"

This person seemed to be in his forties, with a slightly dark face, as thin as an old man in Xili. His name and fluent language should be from Central Plains or Kunwu. I don’t know if he has lived in the West for a long time, and even his face looks like a Western Rong.

"Are you Kunwu or a native of the Central Plains?" Qin Xi asked.

Seeing that the two of them were extremely powerful, Tang Zimu knew that they had met a master and replied tremblingly: "I am from the Central Plains."

"Since you are from the Central Plains, how could you come to the West? How long have you been in this oasis? How much do you know about the West?"

Tang Zimu bowed and replied, "I'm going to tell you about it, seniors, I'm just an ordinary casual cultivator in the Central Plains. Because of my poor qualifications, not to mention Kunwu's sect, even the family in the Central Plains are unwilling to take in. I felt that the cultivation was difficult, so I simply came to Jixi and became the priests of the Xirong people. Although Jixi was in difficult conditions, the Xirong people respected the priests very much, and their lives were better than those in the Central Plains. In short, I've been to Jixi for more than 30 years. I dare not say that I know Jixi very well, but I know a little."

He paused for a moment, saw that the two of them were kind and asked boldly: "Are the two seniors of Kunwu's seniors of Jiedan?" To him, Jiedan monks were already figures in heaven. When they were in the Central Plains, it was difficult for even Foundation Establishment monks to see, and their aura was stronger than those of Foundation Establishment monks.

Qin Xi smiled slightly, without affirmation or denial, and said, "We have something to do when we come to Jixi, but we don't know much about Jixi. Just tell what you know, and give it a good answer, and you will thank you."

"Yes, what seniors want to know, I will definitely tell you everything." Seeing that they did not deny, Tang Zimu had already determined that they were seniors Jiedan and quickly answered.

"You first talk about several dangerous places in Jixi. Since you have lived here for more than 30 years, I believe you have a good understanding of these."

"Yes," Tang Zimu did not hesitate. "If you talk about the dangerous places in the west, there are three most famous places. One is Fengsha City, the second is Langtu Mountain, and the third is Luoshenyuan..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendation votes, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)

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