Zhang Xiaohan still had a lot to say, and when he heard that the gold devouring ants were coming, his heart tightened, and he listened attentively, but there was no sound in the silent darkness.
In the darkness, a powerful arm stretched out and wrapped around Zhang Xiaohan's waist: "We stepped on the flying sword." ” As soon as the body hangs, the feet fall on the flying sword, in the dark, the flying sword does not have the usual streamer, Zhang Xiaohan opened his eyes wide, listened carefully to the movement in the dark, far away, there seemed to be a tide of sound coming.
Gently, as if there was an aura fluctuation, followed by something falling to the ground, the sound of the tide surging closer.
A piece of clothing was draped over Zhang Xiaohan's shoulders: "Put on a cloak and a hood."
Fan Xiaofan's voice seemed to come directly into Zhang Xiaohan's mind.
Zhang Xiaohan did as he said, the fabric of the cloak was very soft, but it was heavy to start with, and the hood was strapped, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in the cloak.
Something fell at the foot of the darkness, and the tidal sound was closer, and then, the sound of rustling was mixed with a slightly harsh and discordant sound, and the gold-devouring ants were at their feet, gnawing at something.
It must be that Fan Xiaofan just threw down a few magic weapons, but he didn't know what he would throw down, and he felt that there was a faint aura fluctuation just now, and that magic weapon might be good.
Zhang Xiaohan held his breath, not daring to make a sound, the gold devouring ants are coming, if there are other demon beasts coming, I don't know what the consequences will be.
Fan Xiaofan didn't make a sound, if it weren't for the powerful arm, he wouldn't have noticed anyone around him in the end.
The range of tidal sounds was wider, and there seemed to be countless gold-devouring ants rushing in the darkness, and the sound of metal grinding disappeared, and there was anxiety in the sound of rustling.
It's been a long time, but the sound of squirming still moves, and the tide is far away, and the flying sword is also moving, following the voice.
There are still no fingers around, and there is only the sound of the tide in the silent night, as if this misty desert is the world of the sound of the tide.
For a moment, the speed of the flying sword increased, and then, the sound of the tide weakened, and the flying sword stopped.
Zhang Xiaohan stood quietly on the flying sword, listening to the voice under his feet gradually weakening, the cloak on his body should be a very special magic weapon, it can probably hide everything about himself.
Fan Xiaofan is by his side as if he doesn't exist, the purpose of this cloak is to isolate the hidden things on his body that can attract demon beasts, Fan Xiaofan's purpose tonight is the nest of the gold eater, with himself, the gold eater ant will not obediently return to the nest.
But for a long time, what did the gold eater ants rely on for food, and there was no aura at all in this misty desert.
No, this place should not be as barren as imagined, there must be something that I haven't discovered, I have seen two kinds of demon beasts in the daytime, small snakes and lizards, maybe there are many demon beasts here, so many demon beasts and gold devouring ants live here, this misty desert must not be as simple as they see.
Every environment will have a biosphere, there is always the lowest and the highest level in the biosphere, the upper creatures can devour the lower creatures, but the lowest level, for now, small snakes, lizards, and gold-eating ants are not the lowest level of demon beasts, and they are not even the upper level of demon beasts.
That is to say, what is hidden in the fog in the desert, at least it is a place that can feed so many demon beasts, maybe apart from the fog, maybe there will be a surprise from a hundred or ten meters away.
It's just that the fog here is so heavy, how did those demon beasts find a place for them to survive?
Zhang Xiaohan frowned and thought for a while, after all, it was a conjecture, there was no facts as a basis, and there was no clue when he thought about it.
Subconsciously touch the cloak on your body, this cloak is a good match if it is paired with your own mask.
Slowly and for a long time, although the monks were very patient, but Zhang Xiaohan could neither cultivate, nor did she have the divine sense to go out to observe, after all, she felt bored, and she couldn't help but feel tired little by little, her body absorbed the nutrients she ate, and began to get tired, she slowly closed her eyes.
The cloak really isolated everything about Zhang Xiaohan, it was so close that Fan Xiaofan couldn't observe Zhang Xiaohan with his divine sense, he only felt that the body of the person in his arm was relaxed, and then something leaned on his shoulder.
She actually fell asleep.
Fan Xiaofan never thought that he was a good person, as long as he embarked on the path of cultivation, there would be no good or bad people, the monk was the person who went against the sky, that is, the person who took everything as his own, and the law among the monks was that the fittest survived, the strong came first, and the weak could only obey the arrangements of the strong.
There is absolutely no trust between the monks, only cooperation, if it is trust, then it is necessary to swear by the demons in their hearts, even if he and Wu Xingyun, in the face of real danger, they will definitely abandon each other.
He and Wu Xingyun both knew this, not only them, but all the monks in the world would be like this, but the person in the arm was not like this, at such a moment, she could actually sleep peacefully.
That's how he trusts himself trust Thinking of this word, Fan Xiaofan couldn't help but think of her and the demon beast in her arms, they obviously didn't sign any master-servant contract, but for each other's sake, they could all put their own safety at risk.
He shook his head slightly, but a complicated feeling welled up in his heart, he had never trusted anyone like this, and no one would trust him so unguardedly.
He stood motionless on the flying sword, quietly, there was not a sound in the darkness, not even the sound of the two of them breathing.
It was finally dawn.
There is no sunlight, and the sunlight can't penetrate the fog of the foggy desert, but a trace of fog can finally be seen in front of him, Fan Xiaofan's arm moved slightly, and the support of his shoulder also moved slightly.
This night, Zhang Xiaohan slept soundly.
She was really tired, she had never slept so peacefully, even in the Xiannong Cave Mansion, with Xiaobao accompanying her, it seemed to be leisurely and safe, she had never been so relaxed.
After all, Xiaobao is a divine beast, she only regards Xiaobao as her friend, a pet-like friend, or a younger brother, and she always knew intuitively that one day, she would leave the Xiannong Cave Mansion like she left the Xuanzhen Sect.
Uneasiness has always been with her, and she is not as relaxed as she seems.
But this night, she was completely relaxed, and she couldn't tell why she was at ease with this enemy, because the other party didn't search her whole body while she was unconscious, or because the other party didn't notice her psychic body, or maybe he used her as bait, but he didn't put her in danger like a real bait.
Or maybe there will never be a worse consequence than this, since the worst consequences have been seen, it really doesn't matter.
Zhang Xiaohan opened her eyes, she was still leaning on the sturdy body behind her, she slowly stood up straight, the surroundings were not very bright, but the day of the misty desert had indeed arrived.
"Don't take off the cloak," Fan Xiaofan's voice came: "This cloak can isolate your breath." ” Zhang Xiaohan looked down, and in her sight was a pure black cloak, wrapping her tightly from head to toe.
She nodded, feeling the flying sword landing, and with a loosening of her feet, the man stood on the fine sand.
"Those gold-eating ants burrow into the sand."
Fan Xiaofan let go of Zhang Xiaohan, squatted down and reached out to touch the fine sand under his feet, Zhang Xiaohan also wanted to do the same, but he didn't know if his hand would leak his breath outside the cloak.
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The fine sand is no different from other places, there are no traces of insects crawling, Fan Xiaofan reached out and grabbed a handful of fine sand and looked at it carefully for a while, and his face was also puzzled.
Zhang Xiaohan finally squatted down like Fan Xiaofan, and asked first: "It's okay if my hand is stretched out?"
Fan Xiaofan shook his head: "As long as the cloak and hood are not taken off, it's fine." ” Zhang Xiaohan also followed Fan Xiaofan's example and held a handful of fine sand, but naturally he didn't find anything, his fingers were closed, and the fine sand fell from between his fingers.
I played with sand like this in my childhood, and in my childhood in my previous life, I only felt once on a construction site, and the fine sand sifted out of a fine sieve was also like this, and at that time, my two little arms were buried in the sand, and I wanted people to bury them too.
Zhang Xiaohan couldn't help but put his hand in, and his five fingers easily penetrated the fine sand.
The sand below felt rougher, and she grabbed a handful of retracted hands, and the fine sand in her hand became thicker and larger.
"Senior Fan."
Zhang Xiaohan felt that this title was very awkward, his age was obviously not much older than himself, but he wanted to call his seniors, and he was not afraid of being called old, so he was awkward, and decided to call it this way, this is the rule, it is the rule of the immortal cultivation world, and it is not set for himself.
Fan Xiaofan also felt a little awkward, Zhang Xiaohan has always been called you come and go, and this senior really doesn't sound very good.
"Is there any difference between the sand here and the sand outside, well, I mean the ingredients, if you look at the black sand and the yellow one, you can't mix it together, even if it is mixed, it is clearly grained, and there is mist, and the black and yellow are also wisps."
Fan Xiaofan stretched out his hand to let the sand in his hand fall to the ground, shook his head and said, "I didn't find it, but the color of this mist corresponds to the color of the sand, obviously for a reason." ” Then he looked at the shallower sand in Zhang Xiaohan's hand and said, "I'm going to dig, you stand farther away." ” Zhang Xiaohan retreated as he said, and stood down when he retreated to more than ten steps, Fan Xiaofan also retreated to Zhang Xiaohan's side, and slapped a palm lightly, just like blowing a ninth-level hurricane, fine sand poured into the mist, and a shallow pit more than one meter deep appeared on the ground in an instant.
Fan Xiaofan observed this shallow pit, the color of the sand was much thicker, and the particles were larger, the black ones were much better than the yellow ones, but there was nothing under the ground.
Fan Xiaofan then slapped another palm, but still found nothing, when the third palm went down, the fine sand on the edge of the pit began to fall down, and there was no heresy in the pit. , monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation.
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