From Cellar to Throne: Zen's Quest for Immortality

In a short time, Luo Zheng was completely covered by Huang Mengmeng's sandstorm.

This dust storm is enough to bring ordinary people and livestock to heaven, but it has no threat to Luo Zheng.

The fine gravel, like dense raindrops, came towards Luo Zheng, but they all stayed three inches in front of him. An invisible force formed a film to isolate all the gravel.

"Tianyong city to the north of desert..."

Looking at the gravel flying all over the sky, Luo Zheng showed a bitter smile.

When he first stepped into the realm of God, he was alone, and no one could lead him. He could only grope slowly in the realm of God.

This time, led by Ming Wei, originally wanted to save a lot of trouble, did not expect to enter the mother world in the first step away!

He moved hundreds of times and wandered in the Chiyang desert. It can be imagined that the desert area is very large, not to mention the yellow sand weather. Even if the sky is clear, it is difficult to distinguish the southeast and northwest.

"You'd better find someone to inquire for a while."

After a moment of perplexity, Luo Zheng's mind had been subdued. After a step, he disappeared at the top of the hill.

Although he can't tell the direction, Luo Zheng tries to move in one direction as much as possible to ensure that he can leave the desert with the shortest route.

"Hum..."

Under a big move, Luo Zheng has crossed the distance of 50000 Li.

From the space channel out of the moment, is still the yellow sand flying.

Looking at the sandstorm in front of him, Luo Zheng's face showed a different color.

Sandstorm is not a rare weather. In the desert, sandstorm will be rolled up in windy days, but he has crossed 50000 miles and still can't get out of the sandstorm. The scope of the sandstorm is beyond his imagination.

"The wind in the desert is not strong enough to roll up such a large-scale sandstorm. How did the sandstorm blow up?"

Luo Zheng's brow slightly frowned. He couldn't figure out the secret, so he had to move again.

"Buzz..."

He moved seven times in a row, four or five hundred thousand miles in total, but where he arrived was still a raging sandstorm.

After all, some people can't decide where they are.

Luo Zheng no longer forward, but change the direction, moving towards the sky!

Ming Wei said that the mother world should be like a flattened egg, but the egg is so huge that even if Luo Zheng moves up and down the sky, I'm afraid he can't touch the top of the mother world.

But when he moved up, he found that things were more and more strange.

He moved up three times, and then he reached the height of 150000 Li. Suddenly, he was rolling yellow sand.

"The height of the dust storm is more than 150000 Li?"

Luo Zheng didn't take the sandstorm seriously before, but now he realized the strangeness.

In desperation, he had to lower his height and gallop close to the desert

Naturally, it's not as fast as big move, but it can help him better distinguish the surrounding environment.

After speeding for several hours in this way, Luo Zheng suddenly saw a lot of uplifts under the sand dune on the left side. These uplifts were covered by gravel, and he could not see anything in them.

Luo Zheng's thought moved slightly, and a divine consciousness had spread out.

With the investigation of the divine sense, a trace of joy appeared on his face. Those raised objects were tents, and there were people in the tents!

Without any hesitation, Luo Zheng ran to the other side.

After the sandstorm had been blowing for so long, the tents were covered with a thick layer of yellow sand.

Luo Zheng gently waves his hand and has cleaned up the yellow sand outside the tent.

The door of the tent is a curtain made of a thick layer of animal skin. Luo Zheng reaches out his hand and gently lifts the curtain. Just as he lifts it, a sharp sharp knife has stabbed him in the face!

"Hoo

The strength of this knife is not small. It points directly at Luo Zheng's chest.

Luo Zheng's face was calm. His right hand was like lightning. His two fingers had been pinched on the blade of the sharp knife. The knife could not move any more.

"Don't..."

Just as Luo Zheng was around, there were several Spears on both sides of the animal skin curtain.

These spears were aimed at Luo Zheng's eyes, face, chest and throat, apparently to kill him.

Although Luo Zheng was not afraid of the damage of ordinary swords, he was still a little annoyed at being treated like this. Luo Zheng's hands danced like flowers. All the spears that stabbed him were snatched by Luo Zheng.

In the tent stood several thin young men. They did not expect that Luo Zheng had such strength. They kept retreating one by one and drew out their machetes at the same time.

But the space in the tent was very narrow, they couldn't do it at all, and they were in a mess.

"I'm just passing by. Why are you fighting each other?" Luo Zheng threw those long guns on the ground and asked coldly.Hearing Luo Zheng's words, those young men were slightly stunned.

There is a scar on the head of a young man's face, looking at Luo Zheng's eyes showed a trace of suspicion, immediately asked: "you, you are not the killer sent by the king?"

Luo Zheng was slightly relieved that the other party was using the same language, at least able to communicate smoothly.

The cultural inheritance in the divine realm is not spontaneous, but comes from the mother world. The language used here is in the same line with the divine realm.

"Of course not. I'm just passing by," Luo Zheng replied faintly.

The young men were suspicious, but they still held the machete tightly and didn't mean to give in.

Just then, a soft female voice came from the inner layer of the tent, "you let him in."

"But Lord Magic Flute..." Scar youth has a worried look on his face.

The soft body came again, "needless to say, if he is really sent by the king to pursue me, all of us are dead."

This woman's vision is very accurate. With the strength of Yiluo Zheng, it only takes one palm to turn these tents and the people inside into ashes.

When the young men heard this, they looked at Luo Zheng with a little more fear. Just as they showed their hand, they could not be Luo Zheng's opponents.

As the young men get out of the way, Luo Zhengcai finds that there is a passage between the tents.

He followed the corridor where the voice came, and a faint fragrance suddenly came to him. In this tent, there was a veiled woman.

Under this thin veil, there is a little round face. The woman's eye socket is deep. Although her face is not as beautiful as the country, it has a foreign flavor.

"You are an outsider. Did you enter the Chiyang desert by mistake?" In a word, the woman guessed the origin of Luo Zheng.