Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 66
In the sky thousands of feet above the ground, a giant floating cloud boat was moving forward slowly. Although it was slow, it was still faster than the flying speed of ordinary Qi refining monks.

The thick spiritual energy barrier circulates endlessly, blocking the hurricane generated by the giant boat as it moves forward. Below is a sea of ​​fog like a vast ocean. From time to time, there are some creatures living in the clouds, curiously chasing the giant boat from afar.

Fang Qingyuan stood on the deck of the flying boat, looking at the scenery in front of him, his mind fluttering.

It was the first time for Fang Qingyuan to see many scenery along the way. The special creatures living in the clouds and the flying fish swimming in the sky really broadened his horizons.

"Fang Daoyou came to see the scenery again."

The person who started the conversation was a monk who was nearly sixty years old, with a long beard, named Bao Rensheng, who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He was Bao Xiaoer's distant cousin, and he was serving as Steward.

Fang Qingyuan has a relationship with him, and now he is in charge of Fang Qingyuan's first business run.

These days, Fang Qingyuan didn't communicate much with the other monks in the caravan. Every day he either meditated, or went down to play with Yin Bao, and then came to the deck to enjoy the scenery. His actions were very regular.

Bao Rensheng had been observing Fang Qingyuan for a long time, but he had never discovered anything special about Fang Qingyuan. In his mind, Fang Qingyuan was just a disciple of Yushou Mountain who wanted to earn some Lingshi.

Seeing Bao Rensheng approaching, Fang Qingyuan said with a smile:

"I thought it was stuffy, so I came up to get some air, and I'm sure I'll come here when I have something to do. Aren't you busy these days?"

Bao Rensheng laughed and didn't reply. Instead, he took out a tobacco pot from the storage bag, put in the tobacco leaves, and smoked it.

Fang Qingyuan suddenly understood, it turned out that he was addicted to cigarettes.

In fact, monks generally do not smoke tobacco, because it is harmful to the body, and the accumulation of tobacco poison over time cannot be underestimated.

Most people who smoke tobacco are secular people. Their lives are short, and they understand the need for timely enjoyment. Although tobacco hurts their health, they don't care, because it will take at least 30 to [-] years until the drug takes hold. must.

Tobacco affects cultivation, it is self-indulgence, and it is not good for breaking the state and building the foundation in the future, and monks with pursuit and ambition are unwilling to be contaminated.

Only a hopeless monk like Bao Rensheng didn't care about this.

Bao Rensheng took a few puffs, then said:

"Don't worry, our caravan has been running this road for decades, and the tribes along the way have taken care of it. It must be safe along the way."

Fang Qingyuan nodded in agreement, but in his heart he really wanted Bao Rensheng to shut up. It was unlucky to say this before departure, and he felt like he was always planting flags crazily.

Fortunately, Bao Rensheng only boasted a few words, and then hurried down again. In the past few days, he was the busiest, because the Death Desert was about to arrive.

Two days later, as the floating cloud giant boat docked slowly, on a fairy city pier built of black rocks, groups of monks, like ants, were leaving one by one, this nest that had been marching for a month.

Fang Qingyuan was also in the middle of the team. He followed the large army, and just got off the huge boat when a gust of frenzied sandstorm hit his head and face.

Fortunately, on Fang Qingyuan's first-level middle-grade Taoist robe, the engraved wind shield magic circle was automatically activated, which didn't make him eat a mouthful of sand.

However, Fang Qingyuan was fine, but there was a cry of grievance from Yinbao under him, this place is really terrible for Yinbao.

"Heisha City is here, the monks of the dry sheep caravan, come here to gather."

In the distance, Bao Rensheng shouted at the top of his voice. The voice after the spiritual power had been amplified passed through the thick wind and sand and clearly reached the ears of the monks.

Fang Qingyuan drove Yinbao and headed towards Bao Rensheng against the wind and sand.

After arriving at the place, Bao Rensheng waited for a while before announcing that all the people had arrived. After there was no mistake, a group of people set off towards the sandy sea in the distance.

Black Sand City is actually not that big, because this city is not one of the ten giant cities in the Death Desert. Compared with the five cities of Yinku, Qianyu, Huayan, Liuhuo, and Feilian, no matter in terms of scale or fame, it is much bigger. Not far.

However, this kind of city is suitable for caravan business, because those big cities are monopolized by larger forces, and there is no place for retail investors to drink soup.

The destination of Fang Qingyuan's trip was a sand sea oasis located seven thousand miles away from Heisha City, and he had to pass through more than a dozen small tribal gathering places along the way.

There are more than one hundred people in the Ganyang caravan. The leader is a casual cultivator in the late foundation establishment period. There are three foundation establishment monks in the team, and the rest are all Qi refining.

The leader basically didn't show up. Up to now, Fang Qingyuan had never met the leader of the caravan, and the leader was mainly used as a guarantee of force. The trivial matters in the caravan were all handled by managers like Bao Rensheng.

Fang Qingyuan's camel ray was considered huge among the caravan camel beasts. He looked at the bottom, there were some soil lizards, camels and other spirit beasts, and he couldn't help but wonder, could these camel beasts keep up?

Among this group of camel beasts, those who can fly are considered very advanced. If they can't fly, they can only walk in the desert. How slow is this speed.

However, Fang Qingyuan's question was quickly answered.

Just after entering the desert, gusts of wind and sand roll in, and the higher you go, the bigger the wind and sand are. After ten feet from the ground, the wind and sand hit people like blunt knives cutting flesh.

Feeling the power of the wind and sand, Fang Qingyuan hurriedly asked Yinbao to lower the flying altitude, and finally followed the example of others, and simply flew close to the ground.

After Fang Qingyuan came down, someone smiled and said to him:
"The wind and sand are nothing now. When we go a few hundred miles further inside, the sand will be black at that time, and there will be evil forces circulating in the black sand. If it hits the body, no body shield will do anything. The golden bell talisman can't last ten breaths, so don't fly high if you have nothing to do."

Hearing this news, Fang Qingyuan's expression turned bitter. He had heard that the wind and sand in the desert of death were amazing before, but what he heard was different from what he actually saw. This experience is absolutely different.

Yinbao's huge body was tightly attached to the sand on the ground, and his bat wings surged forward like waves. Sometimes he moved so fast that he almost touched the camel in front of him, which made him feel wronged.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyuan quickly comforted him, and promised to give him another meal after returning home, and only then did he coax Yin Bao to stop losing his temper.

The way of controlling beasts cannot be blindly majestic, Fang Qingyuan prefers to be soft compared to using force, and since Yinbao is his first beast controlling, Fang Qingyuan is naturally more tolerant to him.

Of course, if coaxing doesn't work, then Fang Qingyuan will show Yinbao what his lifelong enemy is.

They marched like this for two days, during which the caravan never rested. It was not until the morning of the third day that Fang Qingyuan heard cheers from the caravan. It turned out that the first tribal gathering point of this trip had arrived.

As soon as they entered the tribe, Fang Qingyuan's caravan was surrounded by people, and finally it was the leader of the tribe who spoke and invited Fang Qingyuan and the others into the tent.

On the way, after Fang Qingyuan's observation, this tribe only has tens of thousands of people, but the proportion of monks is astonishingly high.

The monk families near Tianmen Mountain can produce seven or eight monks for every 1 people. In this small tribe, Fang Qingyuan estimated that there are nearly twenty monks for every 1 people.

Such a high ratio is really astonishing, Qing Yuan was very puzzled along the way, but after he entered the headman's tent, he understood a lot.

Just because the tent was covered with human skin and bones, and the leader sitting at the top had an aura of magic all over his body, and he didn't hide it at all.

　Questionnaire: Do you want to add natal and co-parameter elements? If so, what do you think is the most suitable for Fang Qingyuan's natal and co-ginseng?

　　
　
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