In the sky thousands of feet above the ground, a giant floating cloud boat was moving forward slowly. Although it was slow, it was still faster than the flight speed of ordinary Qi Refining monks.
The thick spiritual barrier circulates endlessly, blocking the hurricane generated when the giant ship moves forward. Below is a vast sea of fog, and from time to time there are some creatures living in the clouds, curiously chasing them from a distance. Giant boat.
Fang Qingyuan stood on the deck of the flying boat, looking at the scenery in front of him, his mind wandering.
Fang Qingyuan saw many of the scenery along the way for the first time. Special creatures living in the clouds and fog, and flying fish swimming high in the sky really broadened his horizons.
"Fellow Daoist Fang came to see the scenery again."
The person who spoke was a monk who was nearly sixty years old and had a long beard. His name was Bao Rensheng. With a ninth-level cultivation, he is Bao Xiaoer's distant cousin, and currently serves as the manager of this caravan.
Fang Qingyuan established a relationship with him, and now he is responsible for Fang Qingyuan's first business trip.
These days, Fang Qingyuan does not communicate much with other monks in the caravan. Every day he either meditates or goes down to play with Yin Bao, and then comes to the deck to watch the scenery. His actions are very regular.
Bao Rensheng has been observing Fang Qingyuan for a long time, but he has never found anything special about Fang Qingyuan. In his mind, Fang Qingyuan is just a disciple of Yushou Mountain who wants to earn a fortune of spiritual stones.
Seeing Bao Rensheng coming over, Fang Qingyuan said with a smile
"I felt stuffy down there, so I came up for some air. Guo Guangguan had time to come here anyway. Isn't he busy these days? ”
Bao Rensheng laughed and did not reply. Instead, he took out a smoking pot from his storage bag, put in the tobacco leaves, and started smoking.
Fang Qingyuan immediately understood that it turned out to be a cigarette addiction.
In fact, monks generally do not smoke tobacco, because it is harmful to the body, and the poison accumulated over time cannot be underestimated.
Most people who smoke tobacco are secular mortals. Their lives are short and they understand the need to enjoy themselves in time. Although tobacco is harmful to the body, they don’t care because it will take at least twenty or thirty years before the drug takes effect. , it doesn’t matter whether they are there or not at that time.
Tobacco affects one's spiritual practice and is self-indulgent, which is detrimental to future breakthroughs and foundation building. Monks with pursuits and ambitions will not be contaminated.
Only monks like Bao Rensheng, who have no hope of building a foundation, don't care about this.
Bao Rensheng took a few sips and then said
“Relax, our caravan has been running this route for decades, and the tribes along the way have taken care of it. Okay, it will definitely be safe along the way."
Fang Qingyuan nodded in agreement, but in his heart he wanted to shut up Bao Rensheng. It was so unlucky to say this before setting off. He felt like he was always planting flags like crazy.
Fortunately, Bao Rensheng only boasted a few words and then hurried off again. In the past few days, he was the busiest because the Desert of Death was coming.
Two days later, as the floating cloud boat slowly docked at, on the wharf of a fairy city made of black rocks, groups of monks, like ants, were leaving one by one, this nest that had been traveling for a month.
Fang Qingyuan was also in the center of the team. He was moving forward with the large army. As soon as he got off the giant boat, a crazy wind and sand hit him head and face.
Fortunately, the wind shield array engraved on Fang Qingyuan's first-level middle-grade Taoist robe automatically activated, preventing him from eating a mouthful of sand.
However, Fang Qingyuan was fine, but Yinbao underneath him heard a cry of grievance. This place was really terrible for Yinbao.
"Heisha City has arrived. The monks from the Gan Sheep Caravan are all gathering here."
In the distance, Bao Rensheng shouted at the top of his lungs, and his spiritual power increased. The sound that followed passed through the thick wind and sand and reached the ears of each monk clearly.
Fang Qingyuan drove Yinbao, braved the wind and sand, and began to move towards Bao Rensheng's position.
After arriving at the place, after waiting for a while, Bao Rensheng announced that all the people were present. After there were no mistakes, a group of people headed towards the sand sea in the distance.
Heisha City is actually not that big, because this city is not one of the ten giant cities in the Death Desert. Compared with the five cities of Yinku, Qianyi, Huayan, Liuhuo, and Feilian, No matter in terms of scale or fame, they are far different.
However, this kind of city is only suitable for caravans to run business, because those big cities are monopolized by larger forces, and there is no place for retail investors to drink soup.
The end point of Fang Qingyuan's trip is a sand sea oasis located seven thousand miles away from Black Sand City. He will pass through more than a dozen small tribal gathering places along the way.
There are more than a hundred people in the Ganyang caravan. The leader is a casual cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. There are three foundation building monks in the team, and the rest are all practicing Qi.
The leader basically does not show up, and Fang Qingyuan has never seen the caravan leader until now. The leader mainly serves as a force guarantee, and the trivial matters in the caravan are handled by stewards like Bao Rensheng.
Fang Qingyuan’s camel ray is considered to be huge among the caravan camel beasts. He looked at the bottom and saw some earth lizards, camels and other spiritual beasts. He couldn’t help but wonder, these camels Can the beasts keep up?
Among this group of camel beasts, those that can fly are considered very advanced. Those that cannot fly can only walk in the desert. How slow this speed is.
However, Fang Qingyuan's question was quickly answered.
As soon as they entered the desert, waves of wind and sand rolled in. The higher they went, the bigger the wind and sand became. After being ten feet away from the ground, the wind and sand hit the person's body, just like a blunt knife cutting flesh.
Feeling the power of the wind and sand, Fang Qingyuan quickly asked Yinbao to lower his flying altitude. Finally, he followed the example of others and simply flew close to the ground.
After Fang Qingyuan came down, someone smiled and said to him
"This little bit of wind and sand is nothing now. When we go a few hundred miles further, the sand will be gone." It is black, and there is evil force flowing in the black sand. If it hits the body, no protective spirit mask will be able to do anything, and the golden bell talisman will not last ten breaths, soSo, don't fly high if you have nothing to do. ”
Hearing this news, Fang Qingyuan’s face turned bitter. He had heard before that the wind and sand in the Desert of Death were shocking, but what he heard was definitely different from what he actually saw.
Yinbao's huge body clings to the sand on the ground, and its bat wings surge forward like waves. Sometimes it goes too fast, and almost touches the camel in front, which is embarrassing.
When Fang Qingyuan saw this, he quickly comforted him and promised to give him some extra food when he returned, thus coaxing Yinbao to stop losing his temper.
The way to control a beast is not to be majestic, rather than to use force. Fang Qingyuan prefers Huairou, and Yinbao is his first beast, so Fang Qingyuan is naturally more tolerant to him.
Of course, if coaxing doesn't work, then Fang Qingyuan will let Yinbao see what it is. It was its lifelong enemy.
The caravan marched like this for two days, during which the caravan never rested. It was not until the early morning of the third day that Fang Qingyuan heard someone in the caravan cheering. The first tribal gathering point has arrived.
As soon as they entered the tribe, Fang Qingyuan's caravan was surrounded by people. Finally, the leader of the tribe invited Fang Qingyuan and others into the tent. < /p>
On the way, Fang Qingyuan observed that this tribe only has tens of thousands of people, but the proportion of monks among them is surprisingly high.
For every 10,000 people in the monk family near Tianmen Mountain, Seven or eight monks can be produced, and Fang Qingyuan estimated at a glance that nearly twenty monks could be produced out of 10,000 people in this small tribe.
Such a high ratio is really astonishing. Shang Qingyuan was very confused all the way, but when he entered the leader's tent, he understood a lot.
Because the tent was full of human skin and human bone magic weapons, and he was sitting at the top. The leader has a demonic aura and does not hide it at all. Please remember to collect it. The latest and fastest website without anti-theft to find books and add books for free can be added to the qq group 952868558