V1.Chapter 46

The wind roared in my ears, like a herd of animals roaring in unison.

The sand Shuo all over the sky, under the wind roll mat, slapped on the face of needle gold, like a knife.

The huge wind pulled around, left and right, up and down, making it difficult for ordinary people to stand still.

Needle gold's feet are no longer solid grass, but sand.

Sand is everywhere.

Sand is also flying in the air.

The lush forest is completely gone.

This is desert!

The desert in the middle of the night.

In the desert, the wind roared and the sand was flying all over the sky, and the exploration team members in the camp made panic cries.

Needle Jin was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted. His heart was shocked, and two words appeared in his mind——

"Transfer!"

"The transmission started again. This time, we were all transmitted to the desert."

When Zhen Jin first experienced teleportation, he was being chased by fire venom bees. After the transmission was launched, it moved him from the rainforest to the forest, indirectly saving his life.

Now is the second transmission he experienced. Like the first, it was silent, and there was no sign before the transmission.

But this time, Jinzhen's luck was too bad.

He was not only transported to the desert, but also happened to encounter a sandstorm!

"Everyone must be brought together!" Needle King Kong opened his mouth to call, and immediately filled his mouth with sand.

Needle gold had to cover her mouth and barely shouted. As a result, the cries were covered by the wind.

The wind became stronger.

The sand hit the needle gold, and bursts of weak pain kept coming.

The bad weather became terrible.

"Dust storm?" Realizing this, Zhijin's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

"Zidi, wait for me!" He had to stop shouting and run forward according to his memory.

With a hula, a tent went to needle gold along the wind cover, like a gray ghost monster rushing down in the night.

With a wave of Zijin's hand and a snort, the sharp blade cut the tent in half, flying left and right over Zijin's body, and was immediately swept away by the wind.

The tents in these camps are fixed on the ground with wooden stakes, but after they are also transmitted, the wooden stakes that were originally deeply embedded in the soil are scattered on the surface of the desert.

Without fixation, the camp collapsed and was swept away by the strong wind.

"Bad." Zhen Jin screamed ominously. He walked for a moment and found that he couldn't recognize the correct direction at all.

First of all, there is no reference to distinguish the southeast and northwest in the sand storm at night.

Secondly, campsites fly everywhere, and the original layout of the camp is beyond recognition.

Finally, you can't rely on shouting to contact other team members in the sandstorm.

Needle gold was also at a loss for a moment.

And in just a few breaths, the wind force doubled!

"Help me..." Zhen Jin suddenly heard a faint cry for help from his head.

He suddenly looked up and saw a dark shadow, which flashed over his head.

Zhijin immediately realized that an explorer was blown away by the hurricane.

The wind increases and becomes very terrible. It can easily blow adults away.

Zhijin subconsciously stretched out his arm, but in the blink of an eye, the search team member for help disappeared in the sand.

It's too late.

"Zidi is the lightest. Her situation is too dangerous!" When Zhen Jin thought of this, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Zidi, where on earth are you now?"

It seemed to be in response to the strong voice of Zhen Jin, and a white light suddenly lit up in the wind and sand in front of him on his left.

The white light is like fire, burning brightly in the dim field of vision.

On this island, low-level magic and fighting spirit are forbidden. According to Zhen Jin's understanding of the exploration team, this white flame can only be produced by potions.

And the white light flame is obviously the real position of Zidi.

"Smart!" The needle gold couldn't help but praise secretly, and immediately stared at the position of the white light flame and ran.

He runs very hard, and the terrible wind can blow adults away, but Zhen Jin is a fighter practitioner in the end. Although he can't use fighter now, fighter cultivation makes his physical quality exceed ordinary.

Now in this situation, needle gold can barely resist this kind of wind.

But seeing him approaching, suddenly the white flame dissipated.

"Is the potion invalid? Zidi, wait for me!"

Zhen Jin's heart shook slightly and became more and more eager.

Continue to move forward for a few steps, and with a cry, it seems that there is a huge object attacking in the dim vision.

The boy quickly bent down to avoid it.

It turned out to be a rather huge trunk. Some trunks were indeed stored in the camp, which were left over from making short bows and so on.

The trunk is much heavier than that of adults, but now it is also easily swept away by strong winds.

Needle gold can no longer run.

He must push down hard with every step he takes, and insert his feet into the sand until his ankles are submerged, so as to resist the wind.

What bothered him more was not the hurricane, but the sand roaring in the wind.

These sands hit needle gold's body and face, bringing obvious synaesthesia. Zhen Jin's eyes can't be completely opened to prevent being blinded. He can only squint a slit to observe.

It's getting darker around.

There was no light, and I could hardly see my fingers.

Needle gold can only rely on memory to move forward, and he has no confidence in whether the direction is correct.

The power of nature is so vast and majestic. At this moment, the teenager deeply felt how small he was.

As time goes by, the heart of needle gold is cold.

"I walked at least hundreds of steps, but I still didn't find Zidi."

"Was she swept away by the wind, or did I unconsciously go in the wrong direction?"

"God, Emperor Shengming... What should I do?"

Hesitation and loss, like a black smoke, choked the boy's nose and eyes.

In the young man's chest, there seemed to be a burning flame.

That is the fire of anger, unwillingness and hatred!

"Mingming has taken control of the exploration team."

"With great success in hunting, I have plenty of food for the time being."

"In a blink of an eye, it turned out to be like this!"

"Should I die on this island?"

"Should I watch the people close to me die one by one?"

"Is the fall of the hundred needle family right in front of you?"

"No!"

"How can I, how can I make such a thing happen?!"

The young man was filled with righteous indignation and tried his best.

However, the invisible Fate, like the God King high in the sky, occasionally saw the needle gold, like finding a rebellious ant, and fate stretched out a finger like a mountain and pressed it down.

Zhen Jin wanted to look up, but his head was getting lower and lower.

Zhen Jin wanted to straighten his body, but he had to bend down and stoop to move forward slowly.

Zhen Jin wanted to stare angrily, shout or scream, but he could only grope forward with his eyes closed and his mouth closed in this roaring darkness.

The wind is still increasing rapidly!

Soon, it was so big that needle gold had to resist with all its strength.

The boy realized sadly that at this moment, he could not save anyone. Because his own life is in danger!

He tried to stir up anger, but still failed.

He wanted to mutate again, but no matter how crazy he tried, he couldn't sense the crystal nucleus in his heart and never succeeded.

Helpless, he had to pray to the gods.

"My great emperor, you are a God walking on the earth. Now your believers are facing a desperate situation, and the glory of the knight will be submerged by the wind and sand. Please listen, please have mercy, and help me out of this dilemma, so that I can continue to follow your prescribed path and continue to show your authority in the future."

But the gods did not respond.

Teenagers are angry.

Juvenile resistance.

The youth is sad.

Teenagers struggle.

The teenager was exhausted and eventually fainted.

A boundless darkness.

A mysterious animal roar made the boy feel a little conscious again.

"Where am I?"

"This is the place?"

"I... who am I?"

There was darkness.

No one answered him.

There is only endless darkness.

"Wait, just now I seem to hear the roar of beasts?"

Soon, the boy himself gradually remembered the identity of the temple knight and noble. His name was needle gold, fiancee Zidi, the dangerous island, the exploration team, and the late night transmission, the violent and terrible sandstorm

With this process, the teenager's consciousness fully recovered, and he finally became completely awake.

Then, he felt heavy pressure, squeezing his whole body from all directions, making it difficult for him to breathe,

"So I'm afraid I'm buried in the sand?"

Thrillers naturally hit my heart.

No one would like to be buried alive like this!

Needle gold became extremely nervous.

But he didn't immediately open his eyes or get up in a hurry, but calmly perceived.

The practice of fighting spirit not only makes his strength far superior to others, but also his perception.

He sees farther and more clearly than ordinary people, and listens more and more carefully than ordinary people.

Although he can't see now, the biggest sound he hears is his heartbeat, but he can feel more pressure in which direction.

Then he pulled himself up and struggled with his limbs.

Struggle!

Struggle desperately!

Because the teenager knew that this was his last chance to survive.