I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Vol 2 Chapter 880: 10 days and 10 nights

On the black wind desert.

After one night.

In a black sand dune, several figures crawled out of the black sand in embarrassment.

"Boom~"

Yi Lin blankly pulled his leg out of the sand, making a negative pressure suction sound.

"Bah baah baah baah!"

Whether it was the Golden Core monks Jian Nanchun and Li Qianqian, or the pink and tender Xinlinyi and Xia Xiaoman, they all made the same action when they climbed out of the sand dune: spit out sand.

Jian Nanchun was supposed to be pretty.

Said that it will not be so unlucky and will not easily encounter a black sand storm.

Unexpectedly, on the first night, they encountered a head-on blow.

Fortunately, there are two Golden Core cultivators in the team.

They noticed that the black sand storm was approaching in advance, and apart from anything else, they dug a hole in the ground. Four people hid in the hole. Jian Nanchun made a cover with "Thousand Chance" and made a temporary "basement." The four of them hid under the sand and finally avoided the black sandstorm.

Although they didn't witness the terrible black sand storm with their own eyes, there was continuous shaking from the top of the Thousand Chance Umbrella all night. Until now, Jian Nanchun's hand holding the umbrella was still shaking involuntarily, as if the plate was broken.

Several people crawled out of the sand.

Jian Nanchun's face was crying.

At this moment, the white paper umbrella transformed by his pretending special Thousand Chance Sword was cratered and even had a few small holes broken.

Yi Lin put a "cleansing technique" on himself and brushed from head to toe. He accidentally saw the horror of the Thousand Chance Sword, and laughed blankly: "Brother Sword, your sword... doesn't seem to last long."

"What are you talking about!"

Jian Nanchun endured the heartache, quickly squeezed out a few drops of blood, dripped it on the paper umbrella, and then put it away.

When he remembered that Chao Rushuang was still waiting for him somewhere in Shahai to save him, it didn't hurt so much. Jian Nanchun pulled up again, and Yun Danfeng smiled lightly: "The Thousand Chance Sword is not an ordinary flying sword, it is ever-changing, and its mystery is endless. The brother only needs a few drops of essence and blood to accumulate the sword spirit, and it can be repaired in a blink of an eye. "

"Strange." On the side, Li Qianqian finished spitting out the sand, patted the dust on her body casually, and wondered: "According to legend, in the sea of ​​black wind and sand, a black sand storm may not be encountered once in a month. Why did we just come in and ran into it? Is it?"

After finishing cleaning, Yi Lin coughed slightly, and said nothing in silence.

Of course, after Li Qianqian talked to himself, he didn't entangle it anymore, it was purely a small probability event.

The four of them finished sorting out and started back on the road.

In the raging black sandstorm overnight, although the four of them stayed under the sand, the four of them stayed alone all night. But when they saw the sky again, they found that the surrounding sand dunes and shapes had all changed. It was originally a flat desert not far away, but after a night, a continuous sand dune of hundreds of meters high was raised out of thin air, which is like a mountain, which is amazing.

This kind of power that changed the world in a blink of an eye, even the Golden Core monk, was not easy to achieve. This is entirely the majesty of the heavens and the earth, and the wrath of nature. From this profile, one can see the horror of the black sand storm last night.

After Jian Nanchun put away the Thousand Chance Sword, as the leader of the team, he took the initiative to walk in front of a few people and comforted him: "You don't have to worry, we encountered a black sand storm in advance before going deep into the sand sea, which is not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe you go further in, and you won’t run into it again."

"Cough cough cough..."

Yi Lin kept coughing aside.

He wanted to prevent Senior Brother Jian from standing up for himself, but he didn't know how to speak.

Li Qianqian nodded and agreed.

Yi Lin performed the "Water Mirror Tracking Technique" again in front of Li Qianqian's face with the water in the water sac.

This time, the water mirror is no longer one red and one green, but two red and one green, with a total of three light spots, flickering and disappearing.

Li Qianqian also came up, the secret way was outrageous.

This tracking spell is too intuitive, right?

On the two red dots, "one" is written next to one of the red dots, and "two" is written next to the other red dot. One is the location of Chao Rushuang, and the other is the origin of the coordinates left by Yi Lin before entering the sand sea. Everything is clear at a glance.

"Hey, Junior Brother Lin, can Senior Sister learn your weird spell?"

Li Qianqian looked hot without being shy, and squeezed it straight up, surrounded by the fragrance of the wind, glamorous like silk, with her index finger in her mouth, and a gesture of "as long as you are willing to teach you what you want".

Before Yi Lin refused, Xia Xiaoman flushed with anger, like a ripe little apple, she pushed Li Qianqian away suddenly: "Sister, please take care of yourself!"

"Oh, I'm having fun with Junior Brother Lin, please don't mix up Junior Brother. You are not as big as me!"

As Li Qianqian said, his pectoralis major muscle was quite full and round. It's easy to misunderstand, she said, "Is it older" or "age". After getting through it, Li Qianqian stared at Xia Xiaoman with a smile, seeming to see through Xia Xiaoman's thoughts.

"It's okay, Junior Sister understands me." Yi Lin smiled calmly: "Because I was also about to say Senior Sister, please respect yourself."

Li Qianqian: "..."

...

Li Qianqian's heart is compelling.

She knew that in front of so many people, it was not easy to dig out some secrets from Junior Brother Lin.

She didn't change her smile, as if she didn't understand Yi Lin's "rejecting people thousands of miles away", and waved her little hand: "I hate~ Junior Brother Lin can really joke."

In this small episode, the four of them started again before they even had time to intervene.

Jian Nanchun had no joking thoughts at all. Following the positioning of Yi Lin's "Water Mirror Tracking Technique", they re-locked in the direction of Rushuang, meditated in place, and almost recovered, and then rose again with the sword to the position. Galloping in the direction.

Li Qianqian was riding a spirit snake, but he didn't consume much.

Yi Lin hung up without much pressure.

But this long journey is undoubtedly a big challenge for Xia Xiaoman. Flying and flying, she can no longer be able to chat while flying like other people. She can only grit her teeth and operate the exercises silently, smooth and clean her forehead, and gradually dense fine sweat.

Yi Lin really took a look at Xia Xiaoman.

Little Junior Sister seemed to regard this trip to the sand sea as an experience.

After dropping the blood to recognize the master, Frost Snow Sword was a bit awkward at first, but Frost Snow Sword and Xia Xiaoman had a very good affinity. After a few days of running together, Xia Xiaoman could easily control Frost Snow Sword, and the sword flew steadily. , I want to rush, I want to abduct, I am very skilled.

In the boundless sandy sea, they couldn't distinguish the north, south, east and west. The four of them were tired and rested on the spot. After meditating, they continued to take off, flying for a day.

The scope of this black wind and sand sea is wider than imagined. After flying for two days, there is still invisible black sand in front of him, which makes people feel at a loss.

At night.

When I flew to an unknown destination,

The breathing of the four of them was stagnant at the same time.

In the air, the familiar heavy feeling floated again.

"again?"

Jian Nanchun was shocked.

Li Qianqian's face changed drastically. She never expected that the black sandstorm that had just been shaved last night would come again tonight!

How come back!

Yi Lin reacted faster than them. He immediately pulled Xia Xiaoman and landed on the sand dunes. He chose a place and waved to Jian Nanchun, who was looking pale: "Brother Jian, come here, this is suitable for digging holes! Yours! The Thousand Chance Sword is so mysterious, it must be almost restored!"

Jian Nanchun's face turned black when she heard it, her fingers stretched out and trembling, but in the end she couldn't say anything. She frankly fell beside Yi Lin and Xia Xiaoman, flew with her palms, and fell with her true essence. A big hole was dug out.

...

For Jian Nanchun, this journey was destined to be tormenting.

He has no reason to refuse.

Because the morning is like frost, it is in the depths of the sand sea.

But what he couldn't think of was that what happened in the black wind and sand sea was far from the legend!

Okay, once a month?

It is said that ordinary people can not run into the black sand storm?

Ten days later.

When the four of them crawled out of the sandpit again and proficiently sprayed the sand in their mouths, all of them seemed to have the same words written on their faces-"Egg pain".

This is the tenth time.

They walked in the black sand sea for ten days and suffered ten black sand storms.

After the encounter, as soon as he noticed something was wrong, Jian Nanchun didn't need to be reminded by others, and took the initiative to dig pits, squat down, and put on the cover. A whole set of tactics to avoid the black storm was done in one go, and he was extremely proficient.

Jian Nanchun's face was dark, and he shook the Thousand Chance Sword. The "white paper" on the paper umbrella was almost torn, as if being stabbed back and forth by something. Only the ribs of the umbrella were connected, looking miserable. ~www.readwn.com~ There is no more old style.

"Oh~~ Junior sister, sister, where are you!"

Jian Nanchun lamented, he squeezed a few more drops of blood onto the Thousand Chance Sword, his face paled a bit.

In the past ten days, Jian Nanchun's entire body was thinner, as if a layer of flesh had been scraped away by wind and sand, and it was distressed to see it.

But when it comes to distress, Yi Lin is not really distressed either. He secretly stuffed a chicken leg wrapped in oilcloth into Xia Xiaoman’s arms, kicked the skateboard into the sky under his feet, and repositioned his position towards Rushuang, by the way. From a height, observe the topographic changes after the black sand storm rages.

suddenly,

On the high-altitude skateboard, Yi Lin, who was performing the water mirror technique, was slightly taken aback.

I saw in the smooth water mirror, there was only one spot left on the radar where two red and one green dots should have appeared.

——The only bit of green light.

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