Although Jian Nanchun is jealous.

But he tactfully did not mention Chen Bei's incident in front of Li Qianqian.

According to what he thought, Chenbei was a great treasure.

This matter cannot be known to more people.

In addition, he and Li Qianqian are not familiar with each other, so there is no need.

The four of them were preparing to enter the sea of ​​black wind and sand.

It's about to end night.

In fact, the time to enter the sea of ​​black wind and sand is not suitable.

It is said that at night, the probability of a "black sandstorm" is higher than during the day.

But Jian Nanchun was too worried about Chao Rushuang's safety, so he thought about it and decided to take a risk.

Before entering the sea of ​​sand, Yi Lin took advantage of Li Qianqian's grip on Xia Xiaoman and talking about his thoughts, and he secretly stretched out his five fingers, found a big stone, and pressed it on it.

A mysterious mark flashed on the stone.

Jian Nanchun noticed Yi Lin's small movements.

"The tracking mark, if we get lost in the sea of ​​sand, we can use the water mirror tracking technique to follow this 'coordinate' and find a way out."

Yi Lin secretly sent a message, making Jian Nanchun relieved.

Now, Jian Nanchun became even more jealous.

This kind of practical secret technique, even he doesn’t know how to do it!

"You are so overdoing!"

Jian Nanchun cursed in a verbal voice.

"Speak human words!"

"Junior brother, you're too much!"

"Not too much!"

Jian Nanchun and Yi Lin brothers, looking back and forth, glaring at me, I'll look at you.

Li Qianqian glanced at the two of them curiously, feeling that the atmosphere between them was strange and strange.

But she didn't point it out and smiled. People's preferences were slightly different, which was normal.

Li Qianqian said secretly.

...

Before entering the sand sea, Li Qianqian distributed some food and fresh water to everyone else in the Sumika Ring.

Among the four, Xia Xiaoman was not qualified to have a ring.

What surprised Li Qianqian was that although Lin Yi had many titles, he was at most a registered disciple of "Everyone", but he had his own Sumiliar Ring, which shows that his status in the sect was extraordinary. This made Li Qianqian look at Lin Yi again and look at him a little higher.

In fact, Yi Lin's own food reserves are also very rich, but what Li Qianqian brought was food from Qingdu, some roast duck, roasted elbows, etc., which were wrapped in oil paper. When smelling the smell, it made people's index fingers flutter and mouth salivate.

Yi Lin accepted it bluntly. As a soul foodie, it is instinct to taste more delicious food, not shabby.

"You went to Qingdu?"

Xia Xiaoman recognized the local food at a glance.

Although Xia Xiaoman lives in the palace, when she was a child, she always liked to disguise herself, pull her brother to hide her identity, sneak to Qingdu Street to play, eat street snacks such as crispy fried candy rings and other street snacks. Now when she smells the smell in the oil bag, Xia Xiaoman knows that Li Qianqian has just arrived from Qingdu.

"Yes, I asked for information and went to Qingdu."

After the four of them distributed the food, they drove their respective flying magic weapons into the sea of ​​sand.

The spiritual energy in the sand sea is chaotic, sometimes barren, sometimes chaotic, and has no rules. For safety, several people dare not fly at too fast, for fear of exhausting their true energy and crashing on the spot. That really throws away the face of the monks of the Tianjian Sect.

About half an hour later.

The four of them advanced hundreds of miles in the sea of ​​black wind and sand.

The yellow sand under my feet is getting darker and darker, gradually becoming too black.

Jian Nanchun said that this is the so-called "black sand". It is said that it was because of the last battle between good and evil, and that all the magic weapons, flying swords and tools of monks were crushed into powder in that battle. These powders composed of various fine metals accumulated in the sea of ​​sand and were repeatedly polished by wind and sand, gradually turning into sand and gravel. The metal dust and sand merged together to form "black sand" that was enough to scrape the skin and crack the bones.

At the end of the explanation, Jian Nanchun saw that Xia Xiaoman's junior sister was nervous and smiled and comforted, "But junior sister don't have to worry too much. It is said that this black sand storm may not be encountered once a month. Besides, if the junior sister in the morning is also inside, she will have a look of heaven, and we will not be so unlucky."

"It's really hard to say." Junior Brother Lin Yi murmured in a low voice.

Moreover, Senior Brother Jian’s words are not logical.

Chao Rushuang is not lucky, and it has no logical connection with us.

"What did you say, Junior Brother Lin?"

"Ahem, no. I just think it's always good to be careful. What if I really get caught in a black sandstorm?" Yi Lin shook his head quickly.

But you go, maybe this black sandstorm is like an aunt. But it’s hard to say what he says. Since Yi Lin understood the setting of "luck value", she will never put her hope on "luck". When the aunt who comes once a month meets Yi Lin, she can make a big bloody collapse in minutes.

"Junior Brother Lin, why do you look a little embarrassed?"

"Ahem, not embarrassing, not embarrassing."

While the two were chatting.

Seeing that the two had a good relationship, Li Qianqian couldn't help but come over and interject.

She took the initiative to tell her investigation results in Qingdu.

As soon as Li Qianqian opened her mouth, she attracted the attention of her brothers.

"I was ordered to go to Qingdu, hoping to find out whether there were people from the Demon Sect behind this unrest before them. Unfortunately, there were no traces of the Demon Sect disciples headed by the Demon Luo Palace in Qingdu. However, I found something very interesting."

Li Qianqian said: "You may not believe it. Now in the Golden Palace, I go to court every day to decide on the state affairs of Daqing, Emperor Jisheng... is fake!"

"What! Is my brother fake?"

Xia Xiaoman didn't interrupt at first, but when she heard this, she was immediately uneasy and asked in surprise: "How is that possible?"

"Hehehe, don't ask me how I found it. In short, I have my own way. I can be 100% sure that the empress dowager and the emperor in the palace are just substitutes who are very similar to the original one."

When Yi Lin and Jian Nanchun heard this, they looked at each other and did not have any extreme thoughts about it.

Xia Xiaoman was very excited: "Then where is my brother now?"

Li Qianqian shrugged her shoulders slightly: "I don't know this. In fact, the authenticity of the emperor and the emperor in the palace have nothing to do with me. After I found out about this, I immediately left Qingdu and followed your location with the help of "snake salivation" and came to the south. What I didn't expect was that I was tracking you, and you were tracking Chao Rushuang."

It was at this moment.

Shortly after Li Qianqian finished saying this, the rest of them had different thoughts.

As they penetrated deep into the sea of ​​sand, there were rolling sand dunes in front of them, and they could not see the end.

I don’t know when the yellow sand under my feet turned black, and a fire-like ray of glow ignited in the sky. The sunset rays reflected on the sand dunes, twisting the distant scenery, forming a bizarre scenery like a "mirage".

The red clouds in the sky pressed over everyone's heads like a pot lid. It was obviously a gorgeous and beautiful scenery, but it was not intriguing. Because with the appearance of the clouds, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to have been taken away, which made the few people who were flying into the air feel the suffocating pain.

“The air pressure is getting lower here.”

Yi Lin looked at the sky and said something inexplicably inconsistent with the times. When others did not react, Yi Lin hurriedly said: "Sure enough, the black sandstorm is coming, let's go down quickly!"

Junior Brother Lin Yi's words made Jian Nanchun and Li Qianqian look at each other.

really?

What is true?

Why did it happen?

...

...

Three days ago.

Jingnan City.

The wind and snow stop.

Shortly after Yi Lin, Jian Nanchun, and Xia Xiaoman left.

A yak caravan arrived ten miles outside Jingnan City, and camped in the suburbs of ten miles, tents and tents were set up on the flat ground, like small bags.

Someone drove yaks and went to Jingnan City to report:

"A friend comes from the north, please invite the King of Zhennan to the camp ten miles away to gather!"

Xia Xingchen, who was waiting in the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, bounced up from his seat and sneered when he received the news.

"Pass it down and let the secret envoy enter the city for a lecture!"

"Report! The secret envoy does not want to enter the city! Please invite the King of Zhennan to gather in the camp outside the city!"

"Transfer, let the secret envoy enter the city!"

"Report! The secret envoy does not want to enter the city!"
To be continued...