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Part One Maya Maya Chapter 147 The Wrath of the Sky Lets the Wind Destroy

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    Yellow magic wind?  !

    A fresh and scary name, Qi Lin, who heard it for the first time, couldn't help but think of the yellow-robed monster in "Journey to the West".  But Qi Lin soon saw the power of the yellow magic wind. Compared with the flying sand and rocks summoned by the magic power of the yellow robe monster, it was simply much worse!

    In the blink of an eye, the yellow clouds in the northwest sky have fallen into the sky, turning into a huge sandstorm that sweeps everything and swallows everything.  The dust storm was as fast as flying. Once it landed, it was faster than a speeding car. Qi Lin secretly estimated that the wind speed had already exceeded the highest level of the hurricane. Because at this time, Qi Lin felt that his body had begun to uncontrollably leave the ground. If he had not followed the instructions in advance,  At the request of the Lop Nur guide, everyone linked arms with each other, so Qi Lin might have been blown up into the sky by the storm and turned into a human kite flying wantonly.

    How could the dozens of people from the four sects who were already running away outrun the footsteps of the wind and sand? After a while, everyone was completely wrapped in the sand and dust. Not only could their eyes not be opened, but their noses, ears, and tight muscles were also unable to open.  The closed mouths were constantly pouring fine sand and dust, and the exposed skin was painfully beaten by the knife-like wind-blown sand. The pretty faces of several Emei disciples were the first to be unable to bear it. Although they were practicing martial arts,  People can still withstand the pain of being stabbed by knives, but the feeling of being stabbed by thousands of needles is even more unbearable, so moans and screams of pain can be heard one after another.

    But the sound of pain stopped as soon as it started. It seemed that more sand and dust poured into the slightly opened mouth and swollen nostrils, choking the moans back into the stomach.

    The staggering Qi Lin tried his best to move forward with one foot deep and one shallow. On both sides of his body were Taoist Master Xuan Jizi and Tie Gu.  And there are dozens of Central Plains martial arts masters extending to both ends, but these masters have long lost their usual calmness and confidence. Without seeing and hearing, they are more like lost lambs or strings.  Grasshopper on a rope.

    Although the thin Lop Nur guide had seen the power of the Yellow Devil Wind, it was far back when he was fourteen years old. In the raging Yellow Devil Wind, he lost all his relatives and almost the entire village.  Folks, fortunately, he was very lucky. A huge rock blocked his body from flying to the ground.  And blocked most of the wind and sand for himself, thus luckily saving a life.  But even so, after the yellow devil wind passed, the sand and dust pressing on the body like a hill almost killed the guide. If the sand and dust were even half a meter thicker, the Lop Nur guide might not be able to climb out, and it would be impossible.  There is a second chance to see Huang Mofeng.

    The Lop Nur guide narrowed his eyes into a very thin slit and tried to look out through his thick eyelashes. There seemed to be a ravine in front of him.  This made him overjoyed.  Unable to speak, the guide had no choice but to rush forward.  The human chains on both sides of the body were then pulled into a human figure, like a formation of a group of wild geese flying south.

    Seeing that this group of wild geese was about to jump into the ravine, Huang Mofeng didn't seem to want to give up. He immediately blew a breath of fairy air and blew the entire array of wild geese off the ground, and then flew towards the southeast direction like a cloud and mist, sticking to the ground.  If anyone saw this scene at this time, they would definitely think it was a group of immortals Yu Feng.  Or maybe there are monsters on patrol, which is downright weird.

    But what it tastes like, perhaps only the members of the wild goose array can truly understand.  At this time, Qi Lin was already dizzy from being tossed in the wind, his stomach was churning, his skin was like being cut by a Ling Chi knife, and his whole body was trembling with cold.  The brain is dizzy due to lack of oxygen!

    Huang Mo Feng's brute force came out again, and he encouraged and vented again and again. I don't know how long it took, until he had a little fun.  Just now, I suddenly dropped this array of wild geese to the ground. There was no gentleness or buffering, just straight up!  He threw everyone to their knees.

    Suddenly, the wind collected the sand and held it there, just like the sand was suddenly returned to a bottle mouth in the sky or the earth. This yellow devil wind was interpreted as distant and vague, illusory and illusory, as if it had no origin or origin.  It is completely inconsistent with any scientific reason.

    But fortunately, the group of people finally landed on solid ground again, and they all seemed to be alive. What a blessing!

    The moment he landed, Qi Lin had already felt the wind and sand stop, so he wanted to open his eyes to see where he was blown. Unexpectedly, as soon as his eyes opened a small crack, a stream of quicksand poured into his eyes, irritating Qi Lin to tears.  Changliu, when he wanted to close his eyes, he couldn't.  Qi Lin hurriedly pulled away the fine sand that buried his body, then stood up and carefully wiped the sand on his face. After working for a while, Qi Lin finally opened his eyes.

    In front of me, a scene seems to have changed. In the uniform yellow-brown background, there are numerous jagged stone pillars and majestic stone towers everywhere, high and low, thick and thin, surrounded by whorls, and intertwined with furrows. There are no rules to follow and no sense of beauty.  It can be said that it is spread all over the space as far as the eye can see, creating a somewhat lonely and terrifying atmosphere.

    "Yadan Landform! Devil City!"

    ?After Qi Lin came up with two terms in his mind, he instantly understood his situation.

    Yadan landform is also called wind erosion ridge. In extremely arid areas, especially some dry lake bottoms, they are cracked due to drying up. Strong winds blow along these cracks, and the cracks become larger and larger, causing the originally flat ground to develop into many irregular irregularities.  This fragmented ground with carp-shaped ridges and wide shallow grooves is called the Yadan landform, and because it looks like an ancient castle, it is commonly known as the Devil's City.

    The most famous Devil City in the world exists near the ruins of the ancient Loulan Kingdom in the northwest of Lop Nur.

    Heads of various sizes emerged from the floating sand one after another. When Gao Ruojian checked them, he found that although a few had broken arms, legs and feet, there were quite a few, and they were all still alive. There were even a few more in Mingjiao costumes.  The Hu people and several Jin Yiwei.

    "It seems that the Persian Mingjiao and the royal imperial guards who are fighting by the lake have not escaped this yellow devil wind." Tiegu said to Master Yifeng.

    The somewhat disgraced Master Yifeng nodded slightly, and then said: "It's time to arrest them, and ask the people of the Persian Ming Cult, where did they take Emperor Jianwen? And those Jin Yiwei, how many of them came this time  ?¡±

    When the beautiful nun Yinghui heard this, she wanted to call her sisters to arrest him, but she was overtaken by the Beggar Clan.

    Although the Beggar Gang did not submit to the control of the imperial court, the previous gang leaders were all people who were eager for justice, and national justice was more respected and followed by the Beggar Gang. This time the Beggar Gang heard that the Persian Ming Cult actually kidnapped the late Emperor Jianwen, but they were also quite angry.  Gang leader Goubuli took the initiative to ask Master Yifeng of the Emei Sect for help, and sent the Nine Pocket Elder Yao Wangbei to lead more than 30 disciples to the Western Regions.

    At this time, three Persian Mingjiao believers and four Jinyi guards had been captured in front of Yao Wangbei. Although the Mingjiao believers were also dispirited by the yellow devil wind, they were somewhat proud after being captured, and they all looked up.  God, he looked like he was not afraid of death.  In contrast, the four Jinyi guards were much more sensible. At this time, they had already put away their usual domineering expressions and pretended to be obedient and cooperative.

    One of the officers-looking Jinyiwei said: "I would like to ask you all, heroes, why are you here? Why are you involved in this great storm?"

    Qi Lin heard that the voice was quite familiar. He immediately pushed aside the crowd of people who had formed a circle and took a closer look. Who else could he be if he wasn't Qianhu Sun Wude?  I saw that this old man's clothes were extremely ragged, with only the chest protector left in his armor, and his head was covered with yellow-brown dust. His embroidered spring knife and one of his shoes were missing, and seemed to have been blown away by the wind.

    When Yao Wangbei saw the Jinyiwei officer asking a question, he immediately looked at Master Yifeng, the convener of this operation. Master Yifeng had no intention of being arrogant, and then asked the leader of the Shaolin sect, Master Weiming, to give instructions.

    Master Bei Ming was about sixty years old, with white beard and hair, and a kind face. After pronouncing the Buddha's name, he replied: "Poor monk Bei Ming, we, Emei, Wudang, Beggar Gang, and Shaolin sects, are here to rescue those who were killed by the Persian Ming Cult."  The former emperor Jianwen who was kidnapped came here unexpectedly and encountered such a demonic wind, so he met the benefactor here, which was somewhat of a fate."

    After listening to this, Sun Wude already understood that all the martial arts masters in front of him were masters of martial arts in the Central Plains. After feeling happy in his heart, he said cautiously: "Great! Master Ming Ming, our Jin Yiwei are also here to rescue Lord Jianwen this time. I don't think this Persian Mingjiao knows how to live or die.  , dared to rob our Central Plains royal family, it is really hateful, now I ask the master to seek justice and torture to find out the true whereabouts of Lord Jianwen."

    Master Ming Ming's heart is like a clear mirror, and he naturally knows that although Jin Yiwei came for Emperor Jianwen, his intention to silence and hunt for treasures is more important than rescue. However, Master Ming Ming has already seen through the world, and he does not point it out at the moment. He just nodded slightly, and then looked at the three  The Persian Mingjiao believers asked at the same time: "Who knows Persian nonsense?"

    Chen Ruoqiao immediately recommended himself and passed Master Ming Ming¡¯s questions to the three Mingjiao believers.  Unexpectedly, these three people knew the deep danger, but they were extremely stubborn. Apart from not knowing the answers, they just recited the religious songs to themselves.  Under further questioning, he no longer spoke.

    Although Yao Wangbei, the elder of the Beggar Clan, is over fifty years old, he has always had a bad temper. When he saw this scene, he immediately spoke to the Beggar Clan disciples and wanted to show these Persian believers a lesson.  But before they could be executed, the three Mingjiao believers were already vomiting blood. After a long burst of laughter, they fell to the ground.  It looks like he committed suicide by taking poison!

    "Amitabha, sin, sin!" Master Ming Ming didn't want this to happen, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for himself. Just when he was about to instruct his disciples to bury the three of them safely, the sound of a fierce battle was already heard in his ears.

    "What's going on? Go and have a look!" Yao Wangbei immediately ordered.

    The two Beggar Clan disciples immediately rushed out of the crowd and ran towards the fighting place. After a while, the two returned, and one of them said: "The Imperial Guards are fighting with the Persian Ming Cult over there. There are quite a few people, each seems to have thousands of people.  So many!"

    Yao WangbeiSuddenly his expression changed, and he wanted to bring someone to help in the battle. Fortunately, Master Yifeng was very calm and tried to dissuade him: "Elder Yao, we are only here to find the whereabouts of the late Emperor Jianwen, and we are all from the world.  It's better not to interfere in the affairs of the imperial court. I can only wait and see what happens, and I must not get involved."

    After finishing speaking, Master Yifeng looked at Master Ming Ming and Wu Kunshan, a major disciple of the Wudang Sect. Both of them agreed. Seeing this, Yao Wangbei had no choice but to put down the idea of ??fighting and helping each other for the time being.

    Afterwards, dozens of people from the four major gangs sneaked towards the fighting place. When they turned around a mountain ridge, they saw a scene of Shura Hell being staged
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