Outside of Time

On the night when the red moon and stars appeared in the sky, an almost black wind blew in the green sand desert.

This is somewhat similar to the legend of the Green Sand Desert, which was formed after the original green wind merged with the red of the earth.

But if you look carefully, it's actually more purple.

In this windy sand, Xu Qing and his party left the medicine shop.

In addition to Ning Yan and Wu Jianwu, Ling'er, You Jing and Li Yougui also set out together.

The most difficult thing to deal with here is You Jing. I don’t know how the captain communicated with her, but actually made You Jing, who had always been biting his teeth, agree to follow.

In addition, the parrot did not escape and was borrowed by Xu Qing from the prince.

The parrot originally refused in its heart, but after seeing Xu Qing's right hand, it accidentally chose to agree.

After all, the prince and others did not participate and allowed them to leave.

In this way, Xu Qing and his party walked into the desert in the wind and sand, heading towards the depths.

At the same time, as the red moon and stars in the sky rise, and as the power of the tide explodes, all living beings in the entire Moon Sacrifice Territory are miserable.

Countless mountains are collapsing all the time, and lakes are flowing upstream, churning in the air.

Especially the activeness of the curse is extremely obvious in the mortal body.

If one had a pair of eyes that could overlook the entire Moon Festival Territory, one could see death everywhere in every village, town, and city, with endless wailing.

Those who died, their souls cannot leave the Moon Festival, and will gather in the temple, and will be immersed in this purgatory forever from life to life.

After all, madness is only temporary, and the despair after catharsis is like a whirlpool that will never stop, drowning everything in an instant.

This is true for all ethnic groups, all sects, and all monks.

They were unfortunate enough to live in the years when the Red Mother came.

After all, the Red Mother comes once every few thousand years. There is no fixed time, sometimes it is long and sometimes it is short. Not everyone who is born and grows up during this period of time can live to see the Red Mother.

Not only were they desperate, even the forces attached to Hongyue were mostly silent.

Because from a historical perspective, whether the dependent forces can survive in the end depends on the degree of hunger of Chi Mu.

So, at the moment when the red moon and stars appeared, despair replaced madness and became the main theme of the Moon Festival. It blended into the world and was scattered in the wind of the green sand desert. It turned into sobs and echoed in the voices of Xu Qing and his party. ear.

In the desert, the sky and the earth were blurred, and the figures of Xu Qing and others were looming.

Along the way they walked, there would be footprints in the desert, but they would soon be filled with wind and sand, leaving no traces.

The person walking at the front now is the captain, guiding the direction.

Xu Qing's position is behind the captain.

As he moved forward, Xu Qing instinctively observed the desolation around him. He had been here before.

When he went to rescue Shadow that day, Xu Qing passed by this area. He remembered that a little further ahead, it was the place where he saw the Shou Feng clan for the first time.

"We have been walking for two hours, and we will reach our destination in just one more stick of incense."

The captain's voice came from the wind and fell on the ears of Xu Qing and the others behind him.

"Shoufeng clan?"

Xu Qing suddenly spoke.

The captain looked back at Xu Qing. In the dim wind and sand, his expression was a little unclear, but his eyes were very bright.

"That's right, junior brother, you still understand me. The place we are going to now is the area of ​​the Shou Feng clan."

"Junior brother, you should know the legend of the Shoufeng clan."

The captain's eyes fell on Xu Qing, and then looked behind Ning Yan and others.

Ning Yan and Wu Jianwu were all wearing thick robes that covered their heads and faces, and they were not in a good mood.

They actually don't want to come, and their destination this time is unknown.

Xu Qing nodded. The mission of the Shoufeng clan is to protect the wind in this desert. This is also the reason why this clan is special.

"This tribe actually did not exist before this desert was formed."

The captain spoke as he walked.

"There was once a being and a great man who shaped this clan based on an agreement."

"The moment this clan was shaped, they were given the mission of guarding the wind."

"But in essence, this clan's mission is actually a key."

When the captain said this, he stopped and turned to look at Xu Qing, his eyes filled with memories.

"A key to the place that dominates the God-Slaying Land!"

Xu Qing's eyes narrowed, and most of the others were a little surprised after hearing the captain's words.

"Little Aqing, I told you before that before Chi Mu became a god, she was beheaded once by the master of that year."

"At that time, the Lord used the sky as a sword, the earth as a platform, and the sun and moon as connections to form a God-Beheading Platform and beheaded Chi Mu."

The wind and sand blew the captain's robes, his voice was dignified, and he pointed to the ground.

"The killing place is right under our feet! This is the predecessor of the Qingsha Desert."

As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked. Xu Qing lowered his head and looked at his feet.

The wind was blowing, getting louder and louder, and the captain's voice was fragmented and intermittent inside.

"Later, the great man and his companions found the God-Slaying Land that had been turned into ruins, and used a strange technique to make the God-Slaying Land show signs of recovery.

Wind and sand formed on it, submerging and sealing everything, hiding it. "

"To open it, several conditions need to be met. The first condition is that the red moon and stars appear, and the green sand is like blood."

The captain's eyes were deep and his solemn voice was filled with passion.

"The second condition is... the wind in the green sand desert changes from blue to black, and there is a fixed time. It must be at the fourth hour when the black wind blows."

"Now, it's purple wind."

The captain raised his right hand, and a piece of yellow light emanated from the object in his palm, which was the captain's small ball.

The light emitted by this artificial sun is yellow.

As it shines, it continues to rise into the sky until it reaches the curtain of the sky. The yellow light spreads across the earth, blending with the cyan wind and red sand.

The overlap of these three colors turns into black!

Suddenly, in this area, black wind roared and spread in all directions.

An aura of death emerged from the heaven and earth at this moment, becoming more and more intense.

Ning Yan and others were frightened. Through the captain's words and behavior at this moment, they had a strong feeling that what the other party was going to do this time must be huge.

Xu Qing looked at the captain with a solemn expression.

"It should be more than just these two conditions."

The captain laughed, took out eight bronze daggers with a wave of his hand, and swung them around.

Immediately, the eight daggers spread out and did not pierce into the sand. Instead, the blades pointed downward and floated in mid-air.

Black lightning spread out from each other quickly, forming a incomplete circle.

They were the sacred objects of the Shoufeng clan. They were originally sent to the medicine shop and left with the prince, but now they were obviously borrowed by the captain.

After doing this, the captain raised his hand towards Xu Qing.

"Little Ah Qing, lend me the sacred object you took away from the Shoufeng clan that day."

Xu Qing did not hesitate, took out the dagger from the storage bag, threw it to the captain, and the captain made a gesture.

Immediately, the dagger went straight to the incomplete part of the circle. The moment it fell, black lightning spread away, and a circle of a thousand feet in size appeared in mid-air with them as the center.

Countless complex runes were transformed into the lightning, as if they were words, but few people could understand them.

"Shou Feng clan, follow your bloodline's agreement and don't come out yet!"

The captain raised his foot and stamped hard on the ground.

The black wind roared, and all nine sacred daggers buzzed, blessing the captain's voice, echoing in all directions, and reaching the desert.

Soon, a large number of whirlpools appeared in the desert outside the thousand-foot circle.

There were thousands of them, large and small, surrounding the circle. During the continuous rotation, the figures of monks from the Shoufeng clan appeared from inside.

A similar circle suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of each clan member, echoing the thousand-foot circle in the air and flashing in sync.

The one closest to the Thousand-Zhang Circle was Patriarch Shoufeng. He looked at Xu Qing and others in surprise, his expressions constantly changing.

As for the other tribesmen, it was the same, with every mind churning and looking at the Thousand-Zhang Circle in disbelief.

"This ceremony..."

Ancestor Shou Feng's heart was in turmoil.

He knew this ritual, which was the highest ritual recorded in their clan's bloodline. It was also their true mission that outsiders could not know.

Guard the wind, guard the desert, and wait...one day, in the black wind, a person will appear.

The moment this person appears, a circle will appear on the ground, their bloodline will fluctuate, and a ritual formation will appear between their eyebrows.

This is the meaning of their clan's existence.

But Patriarch Shoufeng could never have imagined that the mission that his family had been waiting for for many years would appear today.

And the person who appeared was actually the monk in the medicine shop.

This made his mind fluctuate extremely greatly.

"Little Ah Qing, the third condition for opening that place is naturally the Shou Feng clan."

"What is needed is all the people of this clan who have appeared on the day when the black wind came for countless years."

The captain's voice echoed and he looked at the ancestor Shou Feng.

The ancestor's body trembled, and the roar from his blood caused him to lower his head instantly and speak instinctively.

"Follow God's will!"

As his words came out, four of the surrounding whirlpools suddenly turned white. While they were extremely conspicuous, the four tribesmen inside them also stood out.

There are men and women in these four tribes, ranging in age, but what they have in common is that their hair, eyebrows, and pupils are all white.

This type of tribe has a special status within the Shou Feng tribe. They are often well protected from birth until death.

The mission of the Shoufeng Clan requires that they must have at least three people of this race present at any time.

"And, skull!"

The captain's body floated up and he spoke lowly in mid-air.

Ancestor Shou Feng took a deep breath and immediately issued an order. Soon, nine black heads were carefully taken out from the tribe. They were held by nine tribesmen and placed directly under each dagger floating in the air.

"Little Ah Qing, the master of the land of the God-Slaying Platform, was turned into reality by that great man and hidden in the wind of the green sand desert. Only the memory of the Shou Feng clan can open it."

"Then now, the sacrifice can begin."