Chapter 2070

Dong Yuan saw the boundless world around him, and the quicksand was like a raging sea, sweeping the high sky, surging and continuous.

No one was seen.

At this time, the setting sun has completely set, the whole sand sea has fallen into boundless silence, but it has aroused the force of the sand sea to change, forming a piece of rushing and roaring sand tide!

The whole sea of sand is boiling!

In such an environment, even the Dongyuan of Shenhe River also feels difficult.

The psychic urges to the limit, scans around, but finds nothing at all

In fact, in the first time that the other party was aware of, Chu Chen took the people out of this doomed area and fled.

Once again, he spent a long time to return to the residence on the boulder. Dong Yuan was helpless.

However, he said that he could not find anything. The place was covered by a violent sand tide.

Wanshou, who looks like a teenager, frowns.

"Violent sand tide? This is really a coincidence, but just now I did feel that there are creatures watching in the dark... "

"No harm!"

Facing Wanshou, who seems to have some doubts, he waved his hand in a domineering way.

"Everything is under our control, just a few bugs, don't care. If you dare to be bold, just kill it. This plan is of great importance and cannot be ignored. It's all about finding our goal. "

"Yes

Hearing the speech, many members of the nine days bowed down to salute them with great respect.

Obviously, in the nine day battle group, the last three days have absolute control.

On the other side, thousands of miles away, Chu Chen and his party were driving a sand boat and speeding through the night.

Since the nine day people occupied the huge stone, they could not go back.

With the deepening of the night, the changes in the sand sea will become stronger and stronger.

Under the leadership of lingque scholar, they had to go around a big circle to find a new resting place.

Half an hour later, a huge shadow appeared in front of the crowd.

This is a huge tree, not too early has withered for many years.

Only half of the trunk of the giant tree was left, about 100 Zhang high.

The tree is very thick, with a diameter of more than 30 Zhang. There are many black cracks on the top, which looks like it has been bombarded by thunder.

There are big and small openings in the giant trees, which seem to be caused by years of sand erosion.

Under the leadership of lingque scholar, people entered one of the biggest tree holes, and immediately felt relaxed.

The lingering crisis and malice around him disappeared.

This tree, which has not known how long it has grown, has provided a small place of protection in the boundless sand sea, making it not a complete Jedi of death after all.

After a little operation, the cultivation took pills to supplement the spiritual power consumed, and everyone was silent.

Chu Chen, leaning on the edge of the tree hole, looked up, but saw the boundless sky and earth around him. Under the infection of the night, the quicksand also lost the endless soil yellow of the day, and was black by the night.

Look up, but see the sky such as ink, dark as cover, but there is a moon rising.

The clear and cold moonlight poured down, shining, the sand sea suffused with a faint cold white, calm, indifferent, eternal unchanged.

But in the dark where the moonlight can't shine, there are hazy dense diffuses, with incomparable strange breath.

The psionic sense penetrated into the darkness and soon shrank back like an electric shock.

Chu Chen wry smile, some helpless.

Of all the people, I'm afraid only the one with strong spiritual sense can know how terrible it is in the dark where the moonlight can't shine.

The land of God

Lingque scholar is right. In this boundless sandy sea, places like boulders and lightning stroke trees are indeed small natural oases.

Human friars walking in the sand sea can be safe only in such an oasis.

Once there is no habitat, into the boundless dark sand tide, it is really a life of death, not enough to show its terror.

Not far away from Chu Chen, Qingyuan sat on a piece of broken wood. He looked at the place where the members of the Jiutian breaking array group were, and sighed with a slight incomprehensible sigh.

In fact, her life is very simple. Since she became one of the nine days, she has devoted herself to protecting her interests and face.

This time, she saw nine days of high-level existence, but for the first time, she took the initiative to leave the team and reexamined the huge team from the perspective of another bystander.

Stand at different angles and see different things.

From the perspective of the heaven, she was not afraid of the ancient world

At this moment, Qingyuan felt that his mood was in disorder.She didn't know where she was going after all?

All of a sudden, a clear sound appeared in the ear.

Looking around, he saw Chu Chen sitting cross legged at the hole of the tree hole in the moonlight, playing his hands gently on the jade like Guqin.

The music is cold and loud, like a sword made of ice and snow. It has its own rugged and proud bones.

Qingyuan bit his teeth gently, then took out the Guse and played it.

Her music became more gentle, like a wisp of soft wind. It was symphonic with the sound of the clang sword. It also made the sword chant full of killing and arrogance.

Perhaps it is because of the long-term cooperation that the two people's music and sound unconsciously fit together perfectly.

Just as the saying goes, hard can't last long, and softness can't be kept.

At this time, the sound of the sword of Guqin and the soft wind of Guse reflect each other. Unconsciously, they coincide with the artistic conception of combining hardness and softness. Under the increase of each other, they are continuous and vast.

Influenced by their musical temperament, the rest of them were idle in the dark and naturally took out their own instruments to play.

This performance is completely random, and there is no deliberate ensemble divine music, so their music scores show their real style.

Rencangling's ancient Cuan is vast, majestic and colorful.

The bamboo shoot boy's flute sound is bright and active, extremely nimble and vigorous.

Guan Ying's erhu is melodious and continuous.

Zhou Xuan's Pipa is full of fighting spirit and momentum.

The flute of lingque scholar is full of carefree and elegant meaning, which seems to be going away with wind.

Music is the mood!

Let the outside world of Shahai change, at this moment, people also express their own mood with the help of music. To a certain extent, this is actually to stabilize their own "Dao Xin".

Seven people enjoy playing at the same time, the boundless sand sea that a huge bright moon rising higher and higher.

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