This is the case in the desert. Once it gets angry, it is like hell reappearing. Once it calms down, it is really like a thousand miles of yellow sand like brocade. Just as it is stepped on it, it is full of sand. [Full text reading...] If it is in a normal place, Murong Xianxian will just take the two of them to escape directly, but now they dare not even fly high, and they will fly less than one foot from the surface of the earth, so they will fly steadily.

"Murong, are we a little bit off? Why haven't we seen the oasis yet?" Qian Qianyi asked suspiciously.

"Because we haven't arrived at the oasis yet." Murong Xianxian answered nonsense, feeling a little depressed.

Among the spices she refined, there is a spice called "Qianlixiang". This fragrance sounds domineering... Qianli Shishi, how fragrant should it be?

In fact, this spice does not have much fragrance, but another faint fragrance. If this faint fragrance is sprinkled on the clothes and skin, it will not fade for a long time. In contrast, she also practiced a scented fragrance that can smell this faint fragrance from a very far away place and accurately positioned it. Although the situation was urgent at the time, Murong Xianxian still had time to sprinkle the Qianlixiang on Lin Wei... Of course, if Lin Wei was also lost, it would be a different matter.

The sky gradually darkened, and Murong Xianxian had no intention of stopping. After identifying the direction, she rushed southwest. After a few flashes in the night, the three people had disappeared into the night.

Shortly after their figures disappeared, more than a dozen people wrapped in black robes turned out from behind a sand dune and looked around inexplicably. One of them said strangely: "I just saw three people standing here and looking around, why did they disappear in a short while?"

"Aren't you dazzled? Or a mirage?" A man in black confirmed in confusion.

"Of course not. Do you think there will be a mirage in this kind of light?" The man in black robe who spoke before asked unhappily.

But where are the people now, more than a dozen people looked at each other.

"Forget it, I feel a little weird, let's leave here soon." Another man in black robe became more and more weird as he thought about it, and suggested to flash people.

This suggests that the couple quickly returned to the back of the sand dune that they had turned out. They groped on the ground for a while, and suddenly a secret door appeared behind the sand dune. The secret door was silent. More than a dozen black-robed men came to the door. The secret door was then closed, and then blocked by a layer of gravel. Only dozens of chaotic footprints were left on the ground... After a while, where did the car bench be cut? Pang n Xia Xian pointed to feeding sleds and rushing to Fu Nachen. The original one was already invisible?

...

Gu Tieshan and others followed the large army and did not go smoothly. They were panicked in the sandstorm and had to deal with the attacks of the monsters. For a moment, even the Egyptians were a little confused. When they found the right path, night had already fallen. At this time, even they themselves could not control where they were resting, let alone those who plotted against them. They stopped until after nine o'clock in the evening.

In front of me is the ruins of a temple. There are tall stone pillars that are either falling or broken, and there are more than a dozen standing there. These stone pillars have reliefs. The industry has been eroded by wind and sand to see its original appearance. No matter from any aspect, it is worthless. Don’t think about the roof, it has been blown away for many years. The foundation is still preserved, covered with thick sand, and there are also tall stone walls around it. No matter what, it is considered to have defensive capabilities. Even if the wind blows, it can withstand it, so the team rests in this ruin.

In the last sandstorm, many soldiers were either lost in the sandstorm or were killed by monsters, leaving only seventeen. After inspecting the ruins, archaeological teams from various countries began to camp. After this battle, the practitioners from various countries felt a little familiar. Only the elderly monks in India still looked gloomy, while the younger ones were a little easier-going.

On a foundation outside the ruins, the Chinese archaeological team set up the tent here. Except for Lin Wei, Gu Tieshan and Shi Zhongjian going out to exchange situations with other teams, everyone else was here. Due to the effective protection, Professor Shi Yuqing and others were not injured, but they were scared... To be honest, although the sandstorm was terrifying, it was still possible to withstand the mentality. It was just that those mummies were too testing people, and there was also the huge big guy who was completely made of sand and invulnerable to swords and guns. If they hadn't suddenly become 'ill', I'm afraid that how many people could survive in the team would have been inaccurate.

It is also strange. As the saying goes, drowning will cause water and the biggest loss is not the experts and scholars from all over the world, but the practitioners, most of whom are killed by giants.

Ling Yuxiao and Luo Feiqiong's faces were not very good-looking. Although the captain of this archaeological team was Professor Qian Qianyi, they were left to them for safety. As for Murong Xianxian... Although she has high cultivation, she is still a novice in the special service team and cannot recognize anyone. She was transferred from other places to Beijing to help, so she naturally could not serve as a leader. Qian Qianyi is not only the captain, but also a national treasure figure in the Chinese archaeological world. Fu Ying is also the translator sent by the embassy. It is not something else that they have happened, but it seems that they are incompetent. As for whether Murong Xianxian has an accident, they don't care. Although they are not happy to see it, it is true that there is no less thorn in their eyes.

That's what Ling Yuxiao thought.

In Luo Feiqiong's mind, she was still thinking about Murong Xianxian's personality. Speaking of which, the relationship between Shushan and Guanyin Pavilion is quite good. The teachers and disciples of both sides have always had some contact, so she was a little confused about where Murong Xianxian's resentment towards Shushan came from... Yes, she could feel that it was not hatred, but a resentment.

"Little Luo, do you say that Teacher Qian and the others will be fine?" Zhu Yuhan was always restless after walking around the camp. She knew that Ling Yuxiao and others were very capable. However, although Ling Yuxiao was handsome, his face always looked like he was not close to others. Luo Feiqiong was easier to approach, and women were easier to talk to.

"Nothing will happen." Luo Feiqiong comforted her with certainty.

"That... is Murong's ability as great as you?" Zhu Yuhan asked carefully.

She noticed Ling Yuxiao raised her eyebrows and knew that her problems were a little unlucky, especially she shouldn't be talking about this young man... You said that the young man is handsome, why is he not as good as this woman?

Luo Feiqiong's mouth raised slightly, and she found it very interesting when she saw Ling Yuxiao's reaction. Although she also felt that Murong Xianxian was almost the same age as herself... she was even younger and had become a Yuandan stage monk. It was really unacceptable, but it would not be surprising if she carefully tasted it. Wenxiangfang is a lineage passed down by Cihang in Taoism. Few descendants have been born for thousands of years. This is also a cultivator as a cultivator over the years. Naturally, it is unique. It is inevitable that he practices faster and higher. People must have their own unique inheritance and cannot be envied.

Hearing Zhu Yuhan's question, she deliberately shouted: "Of course Murong is very powerful. She is the most capable of us."

It was intentional!

Of course Ling Yuxiao could hear it, but he just couldn't help it. 'Hmph', he stood up, his handsome face became even more gloomy: "Although Murong Xianxian's cultivation is high, he may not be able to be able to do it. No one present is older than her."

After saying that, I suddenly felt that I was really not as graceful as I was, so I turned around and left, walking outside the ruins.

"This...what is wrong with him? He speaks so hard?" Zhu Yuhan was a little puzzled.

"There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Sister Zhu, do you understand this?" Luo Feiqiong said, blinking.

"I understand." Zhu Yuhan was speechless. She understood this truth, but... what era has it been?

Of course she would not understand the world of a cultivator, and it also involved the reasons for the sect. Luo Feiqiong didn't explain it, but talked to her about some archaeological issues. Zhu Yuhan was concerned about the safety of the teacher and Murong Xianxian, and the answer was absent-minded.

A little further away, Gu Tieshan and others hurried over, and it was a little strange if they didn't see Ling Yuxiao.

"Ling Yuxiao went outside the ruins to check the situation. Mr. Gu, what are the practical rewards for not selling anything?

"oh."

Gu Tieshan nodded: "The good news is that we can arrive at the oasis before noon tomorrow. If everything goes well, we will be able to reach the sinkhole in two days. The bad news is that all contacts with the outside world have been interrupted, which means that we can only rely on ourselves now."

"Is there any news about the missing person?" Zhu Yuhan asked.

"No, Ibrahim, the guide of the Egyptian team, said that the sandstorm and monsters, their chances of survival are not very high." Gu Tieshan's face was purely sued by Lu Chu?

"Then... what should the teacher do?" Zhu Yuhan was anxious.

"don’t worry."

Luo Feiqiong suddenly stood up and said, "Listen, there is a camel bell ringing over there, maybe Mr. Qian and the others are back."

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed... In the night, they couldn't see clearly, but the faint sound of camel bells came with the wind. As the sound got closer, everyone in the camp was alarmed, looking at the place where the camel bells rang, guessing who it was. Someone who was impatient was worried that the other party would miss it, lit the torch and kept waving it... Half an hour later, the five-peak camels came to the ruins, and the three-peak camels in front fell to the ground, and the passengers on them jumped down.

"Teacher, Murong!"
Chapter completed!