Entering the Shayuan again, Bai Mo was already very familiar with this place. The strange cries of the resentful spirits outside were basically the same as the greeting of "Have you eaten?"

Goodbye Feng Ling, the little guy seems to have gained a little weight because there are too many wind seeds in his body and he can no longer maintain his small size.

After taking back the Wind Spirit, Bai Mo also learned about the ability of the ancient king's relic.

This wind is called Xuansha. It is difficult to predict and guard against. It is also the fastest wind and has the power of the Great Heaven Seed.

Bai Mo tried it a little bit, and with the blessing of Xuansha Tianfeng, his speed was five times faster than before. At the same time, if he cast magic or skills and hit the enemy or attacked at this speed, it would be difficult for most people to dodge.

"Yu Mian, there's trouble in the Northern Frontier. You stay here first. I'll notify you if anything happens."

Bai Mo did not chat with Feng Ling or Xie Shen Yumian. After learning about this new type of wind, he immediately made arrangements.

"The sea water in the coastal area is also rising. I need to do something to see if I can slow down the pace of the rising sea water. I need to go to the northwest desert. We can communicate through the sound transmission mark."

"good!"

Ding Yumian did not ask him how he could be sure that something would happen in Haijiang and Beijiang, but only expressed his support.

"If there are any enemies, I will transform into an emperor and take the dead kings of all eight directions to destroy them all!" Xie Shen Yu Mian said domineeringly, and with her dignified clothes, she really looked like a queen.

"Okay, I'll just cling to your thigh from now on."

Bai Mo thought about it and found nothing missing, so he immediately left Shayuan and headed northwest.

The last time I entered the Taklamakan Desert, I was quite nervous and only dared to walk along the remaining branches of the Tianshan Mountains on the side, as if I were a sneaky mouse.

But this time, Bai Mo sat on Jingwei and swaggered across the entire Taklamakan Desert.

High in the sky, he could clearly see the sand dunes and mountains below that were undulating like waves, with some demon tribes or nests of varying sizes scattered among them.

From time to time, a sandstorm would blow up, like waves on the water.

None of the numerous demons could sense Jingwei in the sky. Even if a few highly skilled monarchs could sense her, the anti-air force they launched could not reach her at all.

Even so, it took a long time to cross the undulating Hexi Corridor, pass through the vast Taklamakan Desert, and finally meet the Pamir Plateau again.

Seeing the familiar scene here, Jingwei seemed to be somewhat familiar with it and chirped excitedly. It didn't even need Bai Mo to guide the way. It flapped its wings quickly and arrived at the Tianmen Canyon at a faster speed.

The howling gale was whistling between the huge stone gates. Above the stone gates, an elemental wind seed that had not changed for a thousand years was quietly suspended above them.

Jingwei shook off her wings and landed on Tianmen. This place was simply the center of the storm. Strong winds from all directions rushed here, and then all poured into the wind seeds and passed through Tianmen.

The mighty gale blew on the plateau below, and over thousands of years, it carved out a hurricane canyon that was several thousand meters long and over a thousand meters deep.

Bai Mo called out the Wind Spirit and pointed to the wind seed in front of him.

In fact, after testing Jingwei when it fell just now, it was discovered that this wind seed might be of the same origin as the dark yellow heavy wind that Feng Ling had already absorbed.

In other words, the heavy yellow wind was actually split from the sky wind that was hanging high above the Tianmen, overlooking a plateau basin.

It may be a coincidence that a demon wanted to absorb it in the past but failed.

All in all, this is a good thing. Jingwei's Canghuang Chongfeng can be advanced to the Tianzhong level.

On the other hand, once the wind spirit absorbs it, it will no longer take such a long time to communicate and capture the spirituality of the heavenly wind.

“Mmmm~~!”

The wind spirit, whose body was the size of an elementary school student, circled around the wind seed twice, making a series of humming sounds. Although it seemed a little eager, it was also a little reluctant.

After all, he had just eaten a wind-type seed and was quite full, and now another one came.

Feng Ling felt a little distressed, as if too many good things made people feel uncomfortable and unhappy.

However, she knew Bai Mo's thoughts, and it was not too appropriate to compare absorbing the heavenly seed to eating food.

After all, improving strength is a wonderful thing. As an elemental holy spirit, she could not refuse the wind. Without any hesitation, Feng Ling's body began to grow slowly. After growing to the height of an adult woman, she sat cross-legged under the wind seed.

It can be seen that her originally gorgeous green dress gradually turned pale yellow, and her face was shrouded in a pale yellow aura, which was the air flow that continued to flow down from above.

As the absorption began, Bai Mo's body suddenly became unstable, and he grabbed Jingwei's feather tightly before he could stand firm.

However, the fierce winds that were raging around became even more violent, and the whistling sounds gradually turned into thunder-like sounds.

It can be clearly felt that with this Tianmen as the center, the entire Tianmen Canyon and even the Pamir Plateau within dozens of kilometers around it are shrouded in a raging hurricane.

Then the whole world became blurred and dark. Whether from the inside or the outside, one could only see a roaring turbid and yellow air flow.

It was as if this place had become a small world, a small world belonging to the wind.

Bai Mo tried to close his eyes and meditate, but he could not sense any other elements in this small world.

A strong sense of surprise emerged in his eyes. This seemed to be the prototype of a forbidden world, which should belong to this pale yellow Tianfeng.

The existence of a forbidden realm meant that this Tianfeng should be at least a small Tianseed, and it was probably of this quality.

Although the size and level of the element species are only different in strokes, the difficulty, time and various other factors they require to grow are also very different.

For example, the Xuansha Tianfeng that had just been absorbed from the Evil Abyss was bred by the ancient king with the help of the corpses of ancient ferocious beasts. It is the main material.

What refined and forged the Black Evil Wind to the heavenly quality was the drift of the evil abyss for two thousand years, the fierce evil produced by the rampage of the undead, and the airflow that traveled through time and space. It was these two strange energies that turned into fuel and fire, and only then did the Black Evil Sky Wind come into being.

At the same time, supporting Bai Mo in making this judgment are the three wind element forbidden realms he currently possesses.

He could feel that Feng Ling didn't use any of them.

Speaking of which, these three elemental forbidden realms all have distinct characteristics, and none of them are repeated.

They correspond to the three characteristics of Tianfeng respectively: protection, control and change.

Bai Mo was very curious about what would happen if the pale yellow Sky Wind Forbidden Realm was born.

The forbidden realm is a domain that contains specific rules and can be seen as an upgraded version of the domain. In the original novel, Mu Ningxue's forbidden ice realm is very abnormal. Having one is suppressive to other mages of the same level.

This kind of thing is not found in ordinary man-made species. If people knew that he had four of them in one series alone, I wonder if they would be mad.

Another sunrise appeared in the sky, and Bai Mo took out a spirit seed and fed it to his greedy little fire cat.

The absorption of the Heavenly Seed took a little longer than he expected.

Bai Mo did not meditate, but kept a close eye on Mo Fan's progress and situation, as well as the rising sea level at the beach.

Just now, he had learned that Mo Fan was going to a place in the grassland. There was an extradition notice, and Leng Jue would hold a grand opening ceremony there.

He's going to attend the opening ceremony, so it would be best if he could put an end to it all!

This made Bai Mo feel a little strange. He remembered that in the original novel, when Mo Fan wanted to get close to Leng Jue, even though he had become a blue-clothed man, he was planted with a layer of control ability and was then brought into the ceremony site. And it was not even the opening ceremony. He was just there to be a spectator to witness Leng Jue breaking through the Great Wall and massacring the Central Plains.

He felt that things were a little beyond his expectations, but he couldn't judge what was going on, so he could only remind him to be careful.

Inserting bamboo is a necessary step in cultivating seaweed.

Every day, Lao Zhang would take a small boat over the sea to check the growth of the seaweed, and then plant new bamboos to cover the empty sea fields.

As the Zhang family's laver planting base, Hongxiapu has thousands of hectares of laver growing beneath the sea, breathing in accordance with the rise and fall of the sea tides.

Watch the sunset glow and the sea water recede. Watch the dusk fall and the tide rise.

But he hadn't changed the bamboo here for a long time. He hadn't seen such scenery for a long time.

The wind from the sea brought a salty smell that seemed to be tinged with bitterness. The slightly thick water vapor blew out the cigarette in his mouth and hit his face.

The autumn heat is still roaring, but Lao Zhang feels a little cold in his heart.

The sea water has remained at this level for several days. Normally, the rising tide should have receded, but seeing that the seaweed growing in the water was about to die and the water still hadn't receded, Lao Zhang was a little upset.

The news said that it was caused by a fight between sea monsters in the deep ocean and it would be healed in a few days, but he didn't think it was that simple.

Moreover, no matter what the news says, how can it understand the difficulties faced by those people who rely on the sea for their livelihood?

Old Zhang wanted to call his son who was studying at the magic school to come back and have a look, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that all the bamboos in the sea field were a little crooked.

He couldn't help but rubbing his eyes. Why did he feel that the water level on the sea had risen a little more?

Bai Mo was wondering why Mo Fan was able to get close to Leng Jue without the means of controlling his soul left by the purple ghost under Leng Jue.

However, they didn't know that Zi Gui, who was under the chief extradition officer, had just conveyed the order from Lord Leng Jue.

As the person in charge of a part of the formation project planned by Lord Leng Jue, Zi Gui was very grateful to the rat that lurked in secretly.

Because according to his original position, he was not qualified to attend the opening ceremony of Lord Lengjue's ceremony and witness that great first moment.

"How is it, has the news spread? Who wants to participate in Lord Leng Jue's ceremony?"

The purple ghost said to one of his blue-clothed deacons.

"Master Purple Ghost, I have followed your instructions. Many people have sent messages, wanting to witness this great moment."

"Hahaha, that's good, but tell them that the qualifications are limited. If you want a spot, quickly set up the master's formation, and then..."

The purple ghost laughed, a pleased and playful smile.

"To offer their loyalty, and some gifts."

"this"

The blue-robed butler was a little unsure, but she knew that loyalty was nothing more than signing a soul contract with the purple ghost and being controlled by him. As for what exactly the gift meant, sometimes it was easy to make mistakes if you had too many thoughts.

Blue Bat couldn't help but ask, "Sir, may I ask what gifts you need?"

"Idiot!" Zigui cursed, but out of satisfaction with his subordinate, he still gave the instructions.

"Those official bastards must have smelled something and evacuated all the people in the towns and villages in the northern border. This is not good. The opening ceremony of the master cannot be held without blood as a sacrifice."

Purple Ghost said with an exaggerated smile on his face, "Let everyone who comes bring a hundred offerings for the ceremony. Do you understand?"

"Your Excellency is wise, but one hundred per person might not be too few. How about one thousand?" Blue Bat suggested with morbid excitement in his eyes.

"Hmph! Are you an idiot? One hundred is enough. With too many people, how can we make it to the start of the ceremony in time? And it will be very annoying if we attract those trash from the Inquisition troops." The purple ghost rejected it immediately.

"Yes! Your Excellency has thought through everything, and I am far inferior to you. I will definitely complete your instructions!" Blue Bat said immediately, without feeling that he was being scolded at all.

Seeing this, the purple ghost nodded with satisfaction, and at the same time did not forget to make a promise, "If you are ready, I can consider recommending you to be the master's chief deacon. We will have one more ghost among the seven ghosts."

"Thank you for your cultivation!"

The blue bat looked excited, but still responded respectfully and slowly retreated.

After taking two steps slowly, she saw a tall man with a familiar temperament standing with his back to her, so she smiled and said,

"Bei Lu, haven't you always wanted to know how to meet Lord Leng Jue and become his subordinate? I have already found out how to attend the opening ceremony held by Lord Leng Jue this time!"

Mo Fan turned around and suppressed the doubt in his eyes. He actually realized that there was definitely something wrong with this blue bat.

"Ah! What are you doing!?"

The blue bat exclaimed, but did not turn around as he expected. Instead, he looked at what he revealed with interest.

This time it was Mo Fan's turn to bear it. He felt like he was being violated. He quickly pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. But he responded indifferently.

"Pee, what do you think you're doing? Masturbation? I thought you wanted to see it, but it looks like I scared you. Just bear with it."

"It's just a little caterpillar. I've seen a lot of them!" said the blue bat disdainfully.

"I am a giant dragon!" Mo Fan corrected him unhappily, "What are you looking at?"

Hearing this, Blue Bat sneered, "Okay, okay, Dragon, do you want to go and meet Lord Leng Jue?"

Speaking of this, Mo Fan showed an unusually excited look on his face, "Of course, tell me how to do it."

"First, you need to pledge your loyalty to the Purple Ghost and sign a soul control contract with him."

Hearing this, Mo Fan's heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously wondered if he had been discovered.

If the contract is signed, his life will be controlled by the purple ghost. Although he is sure to break free with his ability, he will inevitably suffer serious injuries.

Blue Bat didn't care about Mo Fan's expression at all. She was very satisfied that only Mo Fan came to check on her.

If it were Bai Mo, she really had no confidence in bringing Bai Mo into her plan without exposing her deepest secrets.

This was why she chose to provoke Mo Fan. Without giving him much time, she continued:

"The second condition is to bring one hundred living people to the ceremony to pay respect to Lord Leng Jue. The living people are the gift for the opening of the ceremony."

Instantly, Mo Fan's expression became even more gloomy. He even felt like he was going to kill these two Black Church bastards right here.

He was in a dilemma. He wanted to agree to it subjectively, but he didn't want to give his soul to others to control. He also didn't want to do anything to ordinary people.

"I have a way to cancel the soul contract for you. You just need to find an opportunity to meet Yu Mian near Yunzhong. As for their request for human sacrifice, I can't do anything about it."

Suddenly, Bai Mo's voice rang in his ear. Mo Fan's expression changed slightly, and he continued:

"However, you can find an excuse not to do it yourself and go and grab the work of other deacons. Perhaps in the process you will let one or two people escape, and attract people from the Spark Network or the Inquisition. It's up to you to decide what to do. I feel like you're quite a cool person, so you should have plenty of ideas."

After hearing this, Mo Fan's mouth twitched. If he could speak, he would have said something back.

"I agree to both of these conditions."

Mo Fan raised his eyes, looked directly at Blue Bat and asked, "That Purple Ghost guy, didn't he say how we should get here?"

"Sure, what do you think?"

"People from northern Xinjiang have been evacuated to big cities. You can imagine how strict the scrutiny on us will be in those cities."

Mo Fan said slowly, "I am afraid of trouble and I don't want to take risks. It would be terrible if I can't get out. So, I want to grab another blue shirt. Are you interested in joining me?"

“Hahaha!” A loud laugh suddenly came from the side. It was Purple Ghost who came over and patted Mo Fan on the shoulder.

"Beilu, I admire your smart brain. Now, let's sign the contract."

As he spoke, he stared at Mo Fan with his vulture-like eyes, with a hint of undisguised suspicion in them.

After receiving Bai Mo's message, Ding Yumian immediately set off for Yunzhong City and found Mo Fan near the city.

Then he transferred the connection of his soul to a blood beast and disguised it as Mo Fan's soul fluctuations.

She had no idea what was going to happen and found Ling Ling nearby to protect her from any misfortune.

Thousands of miles away, Bai Mo finally saw the sky.

After a storm that swept over more than ten kilometers and howled for several days and nights, the sky was now clear blue, but above the ground, there was quicksand flowing towards the canyon.

More than ten kilometers of quicksand were blown out by the pale yellow wind during this period!

The sand fell into the canyon and was blown out of the canyon by the whistling crosswind in the canyon.

The narrow canyon passage of several kilometers is like the barrel of a huge crossbow or cannon. Even without the pale yellow wind, the wind force and speed are still extremely high.

The strong wind carried the quicksand into the sky, drifting out of the Pamir Plateau and directly falling into the vast Taklamakan Desert.

Bai Mo let the wind spirit possess his body, and carefully felt the four heavenly winds filling his heart and the feeling of being at the palm of his hand.

After communicating with Mo Fan these days, he also heard that Mo Fan was determined to use the devil to punish the cardinal.

He had nothing to say about this, so he was asked to go to the Parthenon to pay taxes. He simply concentrated on planning to use wind and sand to fill the sea.

When there is enough energy, transfer Minghui to the ocean, and fight with the Queen of Dry Bones in the seabed. By then, Yumian will be sitting high on the Diaoyutai.

If there is no spare energy, then we can only help the little Pluto to repel Khufu.

There is a very deep depression on the plateau over a dozen kilometers long. The thin sand inside the land has all flowed into the canyon, and was then launched into the desert by the canyon. It is unknown how much land has been covered and several sand hills have been formed.

But on the glacier continent far to the south, layers of glaciers are constantly melting, and the mighty snow water is a more spectacular sight than the desert waterfalls produced by falling down the canyon for more than ten kilometers, and it also causes a greater impact.

The entire edge of the continent is now covered with snow waterfalls, which stir up waves on the sea surface. The waves drift along the track of the westerly winds and ride on the ocean currents that go to the continents along the coast.

From Peru to Fuso, outside the boundless East China Sea, the sea water on Fuso Island rose directly. Countless sirens took the opportunity to stir up waves, and taking advantage of this rare time and place, they pounced on those human cities with a strong smell of flesh and blood.

The son of the old Zhang family looked at the Tokyo Naval Castle which had been mostly submerged. He could not imagine how much the sea water had risen here. It was definitely not comparable to the coast of Kyushu.

Perhaps what the news said was true, the sea water problem during this period was indeed caused by the sirens.

He looked at the siren that was knocking down buildings with great momentum, and his figure turned into a shadow and quickly fled away.

It’s better to go back to China. I can’t solve the problem of the sea water not receding.

On the contrary, the domestic situation has not yet reached the level of Tokyo, which is already a relatively good situation.

Besides, we need to ask the old man to find something else to do, as the seaside is too dangerous.

After dodging a water arrow that was shooting straight at his crotch, Lao Zhang's son wiped his sweat and thought silently in his heart.

"Damn it, you can't even do these things! Looking at a group of ordinary people, you actually missed more than a dozen of them, things that can't help but cause trouble!"

Mo Fan pressed a lightning palm on the face of a man in blue clothes beside him and cursed angrily:

"What if you attract the Inquisition? What if you leak our route of action? What if you mess up the opening ceremony of Lord Leng's ceremony? Can you bear the responsibility?"

However, ever since he signed the contract with Purple Ghost that day, Mo Fan had gained some of his trust, and thus became a tool appointed to collect "gifts" and search for the rats of the Secret Judgement Society.

Mo Fan found an excuse to leave, secretly lured a group of blood beasts to create chaos, and successfully let more than a dozen people escape.

He rushed back to stop the riots, and organized a headcount with Blue Bat. He immediately found something wrong, and naturally started to hold people accountable.

"I just left for a pee and you guys can't keep an eye on me! Are you worthy enough to see Lord Leng?"

Now he was one of the people in charge of the group of blue-clothed people sent by the Purple Ghost to attend the ceremony. Therefore, Mo Fan cursed very happily, and another slap fell from his hand. The blue-clothed people who wanted to climb up did not dare to hide.

He looks like a crazy fan of Leng Jue.

"Okay, Beilu, let's let them go out and look for it. If you keep fighting, the poison spear will fight back."

Seeing his look, Blue Bat spoke out to stop him.

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan stopped immediately, thinking that those people should have fled to a nearby city.

Then he said, "For the sake of Blue Bat, I will keep your qualification to meet Lord Leng. Now follow me to meet Lord Purple Ghost! If anyone messes up again, I, Beilu, will not let him off!"

"yes!"

The crowd immediately followed with thousands of ordinary people who were trembling even more.

Zigui didn't care about the missing few people, but he was very satisfied when he heard Beilu's report from other deacons.

After all, these gifts were meant to be presented to Archbishop Leng Jue, and had nothing to do with these porters.

Now the porter has suffered some damage, and the foreman is punishing him, which is to protect his interests.

Following the Black Church's special marks and going deep into the grassland, Mo Fan saw Leng Jue, who was wearing a coat, had a pale and weird face, and strange purple eyes.

He stood surrounded by a crowd of people, standing on the hillside, as if he was standing in front of a throne about to be ascended.

There were guards standing around him, and judging from their aura, there were several super-level guards.

Mo Fan could only watch from afar, not being qualified to approach. He was in awe, and sent a message to Bai Mo that he was going to take action. Faint lines appeared on the surface of his skin, and his blood vessels bulged. His aura gradually became sinister, perverse, violent and violent. (End of this chapter)