Outside of time Chapter 587: The terrifying figure in the sandstorm
"The blue wind changes color..."
Xu Qing murmured in his heart, his eyes were deep, and the white wind outside the window made him feel uneasy.
Any change between the heaven and the earth is either related to the rules and laws, or it is the interference of forces beyond imagination, such as the explosion of the sky and the sea of fire, such as the wind in the green sand desert at this moment.
"Is there any connection between the two?"
Xu Qing's understanding of the Moon Festival is too little after all, and there are too many unexplainable things in this world. before.
The sand was pure white, as if it had life. It struggled in Xu Qing's hands, and found that it couldn't break free, and it actually burrowed towards Xu Qing's flesh and blood.
Xu Qing's right hand flashed golden light, preventing the sand from getting in, and observed carefully.
After a long while, Xu Qing saw some clues, the white gravel... more like a kind of insect eggs.
"Could it be that Qingfeng's change of color was due to an unknown existence that spread his eggs and made them sweep the entire desert to absorb nutrients?"
Xu Qing mused, but this was just his judgment without evidence.
As for whether the sand and gravel are insect eggs, it is only Xu Qing's senses, and there is no evidence. After all, there are many strange things in the world, so often the senses cannot be fully believed.
Ling'er showed her head at this moment, looking at the outside world in awe, she also felt the ominous meaning contained in the white wind and sand exposed in Yun.
Seeing Xu Qing's expression, the parrot was a little guilty and blinked
Blinking, he didn't tell me about his shit.
After a long while, Xu Qing looked back at the gravel and landed on the parrot.
The body of the parrot—shocked, stand up straight quickly.
"Can you lead people to move together?"
Xu Qing spoke calmly.
"I can
! "
The parrot spoke loudly, but in his heart he secretly said that I can, I can, but it depends on my mood.
"Where is the captain?" Xu Qing continued to ask.
"In the west of this area, near the bank of the Siyin River." The parrot quickly responded.
Xu Qing didn't ask any more questions, although he didn't quite understand how the captain wanted the parrot to call him over to start the fire, but since it was related to the sun, it should be the power of the Golden Crow.
It's okay to go there, but the shadow hasn't come back yet.
Because of Xu Qing's research on curses, Shadow often goes out to hunt for him, and sometimes he will come back in two days, sometimes it takes five or six days.
Xu Qing looked up, looking at the hazy white between the sky and the earth in the distance, calling for the shadow in his heart, but there was no response, this wind and sand isolated everything.
Xu Qing can only sense the shadow in a far away place by relying on the connection somewhere,
And didn't move much.
And the parrots can return before the wind blows, logically speaking, it is impossible for the shadow to be indifferent to seeing the white wind.
"Brother Xu Qing, where is Xiaoying..."
Lingji looked at Xu Qing, feeling a little worried.
There must be something wrong, let's go and have a look.
Xu Qing spoke calmly, looked back at the small pharmacy, sorted out the items, pushed open the door of the pharmacy, and locked the door when he walked out. After thinking about it, he found a sign and wrote it down. Hang up the words of closing the store for several months.
Just leave.
The parrot and the ancestor of the Vajra Sect had already flown out, one accompanied him, and the other carefully landed on Xu Qing's shoulder.
Ignoring them, Xu Qing walked in the Tucheng.
There are few pedestrians on the street, and there are vague figures kneeling to the sky and earth, whispering from their mouths.
While the surrounding white wind and sand swept from the sky, whizzing past every residence in the city, most of the doors of every house were closed tightly.
The residents in it and the monks of the small forces around them will not go out when the white sandstorm comes.
Only those deformed people will walk in the wind at this time and bow down to the white world.
Baimu wakes up and enjoys Yanjiang.
The Son of God came to the world to save the suffering.
Every body is full of confusion, and the heart is not confused.
I would like to become soil and nourish the sky.
Whispering voices came from the mouths of those deformed people who bowed to Baifeng, with persistence and piety, especially during this prostration, they untied the large robes that covered their bodies, revealing extremely exaggerated and ugly faces. body.
Their bodies are shocking, as if they had grown out of order, with a large number of strips of flesh hanging down, and some even grew limbs and faces on their stomachs.
At this moment, those strips of meat lifted up by themselves, swaying in all directions.
In this scene, the watching parrot took a breath and opened its eyes wide.
Xu Qing's eyes swept over, his expression was as usual, he had already noticed it when he came here before, and there are not too many surprises now.
Walk away from these bowing and whispering deformities.
Step by step, he walked out of the Tucheng and walked to the edge of the cliff.
Looking from here, the sky and the earth are covered in whiteness, the whimpering wind whirls around, and the whole world seems to become a white ocean, with countless sand and gravel moving with the wind, blowing on Xu Qing's body, and falling on Xu Qing's body. Clothes, drilled towards his flesh and blood.
But in the next moment, a golden light flashed on Xu Qing's body, and all the gravel fell down.
Feeling the direction of the shadow, Xu Qing tightened his collar, swayed forward, the whole body
Turned into—Dao Changhong left the Kusheng Mountain Range and stepped into the desert.
The robes are flying, and the wind and sand are drowning them.
In the desert, Xu Qing galloped forward, and in this sandstorm, there were endless amounts of sand and gravel, covering him from all directions, and there was a faint sense of greed, growing from all things.
There is more vitality, which permeates the world, causing the bodies of all living beings in this place to grow uncontrollably under this invasion.
And those gravels want to drill in all the time, want to parasitize in the flesh and blood.
The white wind has catalytic power.
If the gravel is really insect eggs, it can also explain the role of catalysis, which is to catalyze all living things to become parasitic and nourishing things for insect eggs.
The vast majority of those who are catalyzed will eventually be sucked dry and die.
Only a few can escape after finding the mountain to hide in, so there are those deformed people in the various earth cities of the Kusheng Mountain Range.
However, their bodies are irreversible, and they coexist with the parasitic worm eggs in their bodies. Those meat strips should be formed from worm eggs.
…
Walking in the wind and sand, Xu Qing silently sensed it, and at the same time he realized it in his heart, he also released his drug control power and spread it outside his body, forming the only black in this white wind and sand.
When all the gravel touches the black mist, there will be a sizzling sound, and then it will be rendered and fall to the ground like death.
But there are too many gravels, Xu Qing knows that he has some ways to resist, but he can't stay on this white desert for too long, so he is faster.
In this way, time slowly passed, three hours passed. In the white desert, not many monks could be seen. It seemed that Xu Qing was the only one walking in the desert and the ground was different from what Xu Qing had seen before.
There used to be very little vegetation in the Qingsha desert, but now in this white sandstorm, white grass grows on the ground, and the grass grows rapidly. At first, it was as long as a finger, and soon it reached half a person's height.
Boundless white grass swayed in the wind, and Xu Qing had never seen this scene of storm and grassland coexisting in other places.
Until the white grass bloomed white cotton-like flowers, like dandelions, blown by the wind, pieces of white feathers fluttered across the sky and the earth.
The color of the wind, so it is whiter.
The sense of greed in the gravel became more and more intense, the white wind, white sand, and white hair all over the sky, and also the catalysis in this desert, Xu Qing could feel every inch of flesh and blood in his body in this wind , are like mutations, showing signs of voluntary wriggling.
It seems to separate from the body, to grow continuously until it collapses.
This kind of malice from all directions made Xu Qing frowned, he paused, and the power of drug control in his body suddenly dispersed and spread outward.
-zhang, 3zhang... In the blink of an eye, Xu Qing expanded his poison to 10zhang, forming a black storm, and then continued to gallop according to the feeling in his heart.
He has already sensed the position of the shadow, and the closer the distance between them, the stronger the induction between them.
Xu Qing's eyes were cold, his previous judgment was correct, something happened to the shadow, so his body shook and accelerated away.
The shadow at this moment, in the white wind and sand some distance away from Xu Qing, is howling in pain.
Its voice is normally inaudible to all beings, but not now.
It's confined to the ground!
—Take the bronze dagger stained with golden blood, and nail it firmly to the white grass, no matter how hard it struggles, it will be useless, and it will not be able to break free at all.
And with every struggle, the dagger will radiate golden light, forming a falling force to suppress it continuously, and every time it is suppressed, the shadow will be severely injured again and again.
The shady scene it transformed is even more densely covered with dandelions. They are worms in it, and their roots go deep into the shadow body, constantly devouring its vitality, and then forcibly assimilating it.
That's why the shadow wailed in pain.
At the same time, beside the shadow, there are more than ten figures.
They were wearing white robes, standing in the wind and sand, unable to see the specific appearance, the robes covered everything, and also isolated the surrounding wind and sand.
Only white eyes were exposed, looking coldly into the distance.
"Your master, hasn't he come yet?" Among the crowd, Xiu at the front glanced at the struggling shadow on the ground, and after speaking lightly, he raised his hand and made a gesture, pointing at the dagger.
The light of the dagger nailed to the shadow suddenly flickered, and sank an inch further, the nail penetrated deeper, emitting more golden light, and the scream of the shadow became more miserable, extremely painful.
The sound is not good enough.
Hearing the shadow's cry, the white-robed man remained indifferent and spoke calmly.
Then he raised his hand and was about to continue to suppress, but at this moment, he seemed to have noticed something and looked up and his eyes fell on the horizon. More than a dozen companions beside him also noticed it one after another, and looked coldly into the distance.
Shadow was also excited, calling for help.
In the distant world, a black storm suddenly appeared.
It seems to be the source of pollution. Whether it is a dandelion or a gravel, when it is close to the storm, it will change color instantly.
The white dandelions became black, and so did the gravel ~IndoMTL.com~ They circled the storm and became -parts of the black storm.
Where the storm passed, the white grass turned black in an instant, and then withered.
—He came all the way, like the messenger of death, descending into the world.
The people in white robes were shocked when they saw this scene.
They were waiting here for the owner of the shadow. They were full of confidence at first, but the blackness they saw now made them instinctively think of the legend of the Qingsha Desert.
All of them were vigilant, even the white-robed cultivator who took the lead was breathless, his eyes were serious, he stared at the black storm that was approaching fast and the blurry figure inside it step by step, and let out a low shout: "Stop whoever comes!".
The storm did not stop, and the figure within it still came with a terrifying momentum.
There is also a voice that is indifferent and does not contain any emotions, like a cold wind blowing through the world.
"You wait, court death!"