Demon’s Diary

“It's a lot worse than rumours, but how can you not take risks if you want to get something from that person? The key is that there is another big enemy next to him, who dares not really let go. “

When Thunderdemon was secretly angry with himself, his mind felt something. He glanced at it and saw the wind demon's eyes burning towards this side.

“cross-examination, what do you mean by that look in your eyes, do you still have the heart to deal with me in these circumstances?” Thunderdemon glanced and said lightly.

“Humph, kill my beloved son's revenge, wait for this to happen before slowly counting with you.“ The wind demon smiled cold and turned his head to ignore him.

“Needless to say, to the extent that you and I have reached this level, a child of a district is nothing. Why don't you and I join forces for a while?“ Thunder demon hey hey, suddenly the conversation turned and said.

“Together, how? I said yes. Would you be relieved?“ The cross-examination revealed a slight sarcasm when the colours glistened in the eyes.

“You and I both know about this spooky rumor, and now that we're here, we have no intention of going back empty-handed. I believe that the same is true of Brother Mo, so long as Daoyou is willing to join forces, what can you worry about?” Heaven's earthquake made me feel relaxed, and my face eased a little:

After interrogating this speech, his mind suddenly changed.

In the Southern Barbarian Land, the name of the creep, there are not actually a few people who know.

Speaking of, this black desert, as if it were a moving space secret, has appeared many times in various parts of Nanban.

Yet it was a rumor more than thousands of years ago that the name of the creep was truly spread throughout the South.

At that time, a man allegedly broke into the desert and, at the edge, picked up and safely brought out an intimate treasure of the former Southern Wasteland Lord, the Southern Wasteland Puppet Emperor.

Once the matter was spread, it caused a great deal of waves in the Southern Wasteland, and the whole of the Nanban monks shook it, at the same time involving various forces. After centuries of violent storms, it slowly subsided.

After this incident, however, despite countless people tracking the fate of the creep, its trail has remained obsessive.

Often it takes decades or even hundreds of years for this creep to appear once, in a volatile position, and disappear without a trace in a very short time.

Sometimes it is clear that the great forces have been informed, but when people are sent, the desert is strangely gone.

So for thousands of years, few high-ranking monks have truly entered the creeps.

Even if a handful of people can enter the spooky dispersion, no second person can come out of it except the lucky one with the treasure at first.

So some say that creepy is a jedi.

And the only lucky one was already taken away by others, so the real situation in the creep, no one has even known for years.

Almost all forces, however, believe that it is definitely related to the Nando Puppet Emperor, who disappeared tens of thousands of years ago, and is most likely its final seat and inheritance.

However, since it involves the remnants of the Southern desert puppet emperor, even if it is dangerous, the former servants and their successors naturally tend to rush. Even a strong celestial realm such as the two demons of wind and thunder can not resist its temptation.

“Together for the time being, but only to get out of this place, it is up to each other to find the ruins of the Southern Desert Puppeteer in the future.” The cross-examination was silent, half a breath later, he said.

“Ok, the cross-examination friend is a refreshing person, then it's settled!“ Heavenly shock saw the wind demon agree, then leaned back and laughed.

It is only clear to both of us that this covenant is not binding at all, and it is very likely that it will be when the relics are found.

Speaking of which, despite the rumours that they were extremely dangerous, the two of them were not very concerned.

After all, it is said that the cultivation of the monks who had previously entered here was only the realm of the real Dan.

“It seems that the dust storm will not subside for some time, so you and I should take advantage of this time to restore our powers and then go out together.“ Heavy earthquakes look at the storm outside, proposing.

“Fine.“ The cross-examination nodded and endorsed the idea.

Thereafter, the two men took the recovering faridane medication without notice. They each searched for a corner and sat down on their knees.

……

From time to time, a sandstorm will roll up outside the Shaman City, an oasis populated by Sha 'a people, but no matter how big the storm, it will automatically dissipate near the oasis or bypass by itself.

, a young man in a plain grey robe stepped out of the city, looked around and sat on his knees on a sand dune not far away.

It was the willow sound of this black desert that slipped into the wrong place.

At first glance, he had been in the oasis for half a month and had learned a lot about the situation here.

Especially after reading a manuscript from a former Nanban monk who had been here, the origin of this strange desert and rumors about it became clearer in Liu Ming's mind.

It is not surprising that he has not heard of the strange rumors before.

Liu Ming has been in the South Desert for some time, but most of it is in alchemy, practice, and people don't spend much time in contact, how can you deliberately explore these rumours?

And even now, Liu Ming is the relic of the so-called Southern desert puppet emperor, and doesn't really care, the focus is how to get out of here.

After all, the Southern Waste Puppet Emperor, as a Thong Xuan Daneng, even if something stays here, is not at all capable of dyeing the fingers of a crystallizing monk in his district, leaving a restraint can easily destroy it.

According to his ears and ears these days, these Sha people seem to have great roots with this Southern Desert puppet emperor, and all talk and talk are very honorable to General Xuan, who crashed tens of thousands of years ago.

Unfortunately, it is not easy to follow up with more specific information.

After a thought, Liu Ming pinched his hands, closed his eyes and entered the setting.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes and sighed.

The Sha people are right, the Earth and Heaven Yuan Qi is so thin that it is not suitable for training by foreign monks at all.

By virtue of their special physique, the Sha people here can be cultivated directly from the energy deep underground, but for foreign monks, the rate of extraction has dropped by more than a hundred times, which is basically a cup of water truck salary, and even for a longer period of time their own powers will slowly dissipate, leading to a real fall in the realm.

He's lucky to have some Lingdan and Kim Won-dan around, don't worry about this for a short time, but it's really like the elder Sha said to stay here for a few years, the consequences are really unimaginable.

Since it was so difficult to cultivate here, Liu Ming naturally lazy to do useless things again. He laid on his back on the sand dune and looked up at the sky of Huang Meng. Some of his hair stunned.

Ever since he stepped into the cultivation world, his mind has never left the word cultivation. After all these years, he has been a little tired.

The desert in front of us, the dark sand, and the dusk of the sky, can be said to be unseen, is a rare sight in the eyes of Liu Ming.

Overlooking the black desert, vast and frank, it looks spectacular in the dusk sky!

Such a sight suddenly raised a sense of loneliness at a glance.

Liu Ming glanced at it for a while and his mind actually got a little empty.

After not knowing how long, he suddenly moved in his heart and flipped one hand and suddenly had an extra piece of silver-white ore in his hand.

Hurrah!

In vain, Liu Ming lit a red flame and wrapped the ore in it, which instantly melted into a silver liquid.

The other hand gently touched down and the liquid solidified to form, which instantly dissolved into a silver broom about two feet long.

Liu Ming's eyes filled with a hint of memories, placing Silver Xiao in the mouth to play.

A hidden bang slowly sounded, like a rising cloud mist, flimsy and long.

The whistle turned bright for a moment, a moment of sadness and high altitude, a moment of low as silk, making people's hearts and minds impetuous and confused.

This technique, which he learned from a prisoner who was familiar with on Murder Island at a young age, is the first time he has had time to play again since he stepped on the fairy road, but it is still different than before.

With the thought in his heart, the tone becomes more subdued as the tone involuntarily contains a faint sense of homesickness.

At this moment, a girl dressed in a snow-white dress and covered in white veil appeared silently not far behind Liu Ming, the same crystallizing Sha girl she had previously noticed.

At this moment, the young girl stood up playfully, her arms crossed over her back, and her revealed eyes swirled in mid-autumn waters, looking at the young gray robe on the little dune.

From time to time, the slow breeze blowing in the distance slightly lifted the clear white veil, revealing the fragile appearance of one of the blowing bombs, at the same time raising the pale black sand dust, and the blowing seemed to soften on the face, supported by a gentle whispering lining.

But Liu Ming was as if he didn't realize it. He bragged about the silver-white long cock in his mouth, as if at this moment, between heaven and earth, there was only this long cock in his hand, nothing else.

And the young girl stood so still, listening to the cock, her eyes gradually became a little disoriented.

Time stands still as if at this moment.

Desert smoke, lonely sand dunes, men blowing against the sky, quietly listening to young girls, all of this outlines a beautiful, cool picture roll that reveals a sense of flying emptiness.

At the end of the song, the tone gradually became low and finally nothing.

“The girl's been here a long time. Is there something wrong?” Liu Ming gently put down the silver cock in his hand and stood on the gravel before turning to ask calmly.