"No..."

Ning Feng looked down at his feet.

Because I stand on the sand dune, there is a lot of yellow sand under my feet, and I fall one step at a time and one mark.

He was furious by the faint sound of Haitao in his ears, and subconsciously raised his foot and fell down again.

"Cruff~"

Ning Feng raised his foot so shortly, and the scene in front of him was as strange as a dream.

It was still dry and gravel, but I heard the sound of my feet stepping on the thin beach in my ears.

"It will take a while."

Qiye's eyes were full of surprise and he said casually.

He felt something wrong, and he felt that things were not what he thought.

If Ning Feng had truly met with the people sent by the Divine Palace as he thought, and came in advance for some unknown reason, how could he not even know the common sense in the vast ocean?

"That... something happened."

Ning Feng sighed, but he couldn't hide it anymore, and said depressedly.

He didn't want to get entangled here, so he changed the subject at the same speed as flying.

"By the way, Qiye, what should they do?"

Ning Feng stretched out his hand and pointed to the distance.

The sunset has not yet completely set, and the hazy sky light can still illuminate a long distance. The two of them are standing on the sand dunes at the highest point. Looking out from afar, you can see the scene dozens of miles away.

There were long snake-like teams walking forward in a difficult situation dozens of miles away.

Similar teams, in all directions, are not one or two.

Before Qiye appeared, Ning Feng had already noticed their existence. Now after a while, they were getting closer and can see more clearly.

As I observed before, those people are not monks, but rather like a tribe or village, and are moving with difficulty.

Ning Feng looked at the scene before him, which was obviously very different from his indifference to those casual cultivators.

Cultivators, whether they are sect monks or casual cultivators, are ultimately a group of people who are on the road of transcendence and can grasp their own destiny to a certain extent.

Their life and death, fate, when they embark on this path, they can only be responsible for themselves, and no longer have the qualification to let others pity and care.

Those mortals are different.

Ning Feng frowned and began to worry whether these migrating mortals would be swallowed by the sudden rolling waves.

"They're fine."

Qiye obviously saw it a lot along the way, shook his head and said, "Every creatures in heaven and earth can still exist. There must be their way to survive. Brother Ning, you are too worried."

"Yeah?"

Ning Feng was skeptical, but he was a little relieved.

He knew in his heart that no matter whether Qi Ye was indifferent or caring about these mortals, with his pride, he would definitely not speak perfunctorily in front of him, and it must be well-founded.

Ning Feng took the idea of ​​looking at it for now, took two steps forward, walked around the bonfire, stood side by side with Qiye, and looked into the distance.

A tribe was migrating from the opposite direction of the two of them, about ten miles apart.

Look at their direction, they are heading towards where they are.

“Huh?”

This time the distance was closer, Ning Feng looked more realistically, his eyes swept through the entire migrating tribe team, and immediately discovered a strange place.

The entire team is no less than a few hundred people, so it is considered a big tribe.

The leading man was a group of dozens of people wearing animal skins and holding various weapons.

Each of these people has big arms and round waists. The weapons are obviously processed with animal bones and have a sharp aura.

Just such a strong man was rampant in the desert of the vast sea. As long as he did not encounter too outrageous existences, even the fish, dragon and beast that Ning Feng had just baked his stomach could be surrounded and killed.

It's just that it's a rampant under normal circumstances, rather than a natural disaster that turns into a vast ocean in the vast desert.

Under the power of heaven and earth, there is no big difference between the warriors of these tribes and ordinary women and children.

It attracted Ning Feng to notice that it was the group of tribal warriors who led the way and spread out into a fan to protect it.

It was a large bluestone that more than ten strong men struggled to lift. A green seedling of difficult-to-identify species grew tenaciously in the crack at the top of the stone.

I don’t know which tree the green seedlings are, but they are only half a person tall. They are as slender as children about seven or eight years old. The tender green space is rare in the desert.

Ning Feng's eyes fell on the strange tree that was obviously under the focus of this migrating tribe. Qi Ye Xunzhi looked at him and nodded slightly, "Brother Ning, look over there again."

"Um?"

Ning Feng followed what Qiye was counting on and found that it was another tribal migration team more than ten miles away.

This is not just a tribe, but the people in the migration team dress more like people in a settled town or village, with less wilderness and more a charm of farming civilization.

Compared to being rich, this team is naturally seven or eight streets away from the previous tribe. This can be seen from the countless large boxes and small boxes.

Qiye is naturally not for Ning Feng to see his wealth.

Ning Feng's eyes swept across, and he knew what Qiye wanted him to see at the first time.

In the center of the team, there was an open and huge sedan chair. More than ten people carried it and kept up with the pace of the entire migration team.

This open sedan chair was convenient for inspection. Ning Feng looked in the gap in the curtain rolled down by the sedan chair, and saw a middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged, breathing constantly.

"Supplement to monks?"

Ning Feng asked in surprise.

This was the first time he saw a mortal who offered sacrifices to monks in the form of a village or a tribe.

This is not about raising pigs and chickens, nor is it about adding a pair of chopsticks.

In terms of the consumption of a monk in one year, it is probably more than the resources of the entire team for a whole year, right?

"It's not easy to live in the vast sea."

Qiye withdrew his gaze and pointed to the meaning.

"Is rice expensive?" Ning Feng whispered, but knew exactly what Qiye was referring to?

In the vast sea, where the two worlds interact, various strange situations are common, such as giant beasts that emerge from the sea, monsters in the desert, or terrible amphibious existences.

It is impossible to survive in such a place without a certain ability to protect yourself.

"So, in every place where human race gathers, there will be such monks who worship from Bao?"

Ning Feng can understand the choice between them.

For mortals, they pay a huge price to get the permanent protection of monks. This is completely necessary in the ghost place of the Hanhai.

For monks, not all monks can withstand the suffering of casual cultivators. After they reach a certain stage of cultivation, they need a stable environment and sufficient resources to support them to move forward.

Without a sect to support or family, it is a good choice to worship such a human settlement.

After Ning Feng asked that question, he didn't wait for Qiye to answer, so he shook his head first.

His eyes turned back and landed in the previous tribe migration team.

Ning Feng saw this team clearly, and there was not a single monk inside.

So, why did they survive until now and are confident of carrying out a major migration?

Soon, the answer appeared before Ning Feng.

"Boom boom boom boom~~~"

In the distance, it seems to be from the horizon, and it sounds from the soles of feet, roaring, shaking the sky and the earth.

The sound is not a collapse of the sky, a crack of the earth, a volcano eruption, a collapse of the mountain, it is the sea roaring and huge waves striking.

"Here you come!"

Ning Feng was excited and looked into the distance.

He was not looking at those teams, but the desert he could see.

The large area of ​​desert was dazed in front of him, and a blue light shone out.

The endless sea water was swallowed by the darkness without warning and poured out from the bottom of the desert with the last bit of sunset light.

It seemed as if in that moment, billions of springs were sucking and spitting sea water together, soaking and moistening every gravel in an instant.

First, I pulled my feet and carried mud, as if I was walking in a swamp, and then the sea water passed through my knees and could only trek forward.

Ning Feng saw with his own eyes that only a few breaths were spent, and all the migration teams that he could see stopped, and were blocked by the flood.

It can be imagined that if no changes are made, in less than a quarter of an hour, everyone will become an inconspicuous floating corpse in the ocean.

At this time, a mutation suddenly arises.

"drink!"
To be continued...