Chapter 679 The Desolate World Shelter

Shao Wei stroked the portrait slowly with his fingers, checking every trace of pen marks. The portraits were printed with rubbing boards, proving that each one is the same.

Who in the end changed the shape of the face, making the portrait different from her own.

After checking for a long time, Shao Wei saw some special marks on the right cheek of the portrait.

That's the line of the painted hair, but the line is not straight down and the roots are distinct.

Instead, they are continuously interlaced, back and forth, and drawn in one stroke.

"This is……"

Such a picture emerged in Shao Wei's mind, it was when he was a child, practicing exercises with Elder Ming Ding.

I was holding two stone locks and waving them, while the master set up a table next to him, drawing pictures with great interest.

After a round of practice, I wiped off my sweat and went to the table, and saw that the master drew a fisherman returning home.

However, the master's painting method is relatively simple, or a bit sloppy. The fisherman's hair and coir raincoat are all drawn in one stroke, and they are drawn by brushing back and forth.

At that time, I also asked the master why he painted like this, it is obviously not good-looking when they are connected together.

The master's answer is very direct, saying that it is simple to draw like this, and it is too time-consuming to draw one stroke at a time.

Thinking back to this, Shao Wei rubbed his temples, showing a trace of sadness.

If what I expected is correct, this portrait was drawn by the master, Elder Ming Ding.

Although Qian Yunzong gave up on himself because of the instigation of the wicked, the master did not give up.

The master uses a special way to protect himself as much as possible.

However, Shao Wei knew that this kind of protection would not last long. After all, many people in Boundless Tianhe had seen his face, and the portrait would eventually be corrected.

But at least, the master bought time for himself, which is enough time to do something.

He carefully folded the portrait and put it in his sleeve.

Once Li Mojian wakes up, he has to leave the fishing village as soon as possible and go to a place where there are no practitioners.

As for how to find Yunyou and Zheng Qiu, he had no idea in mind.

It is too difficult to find people under the noses of the major sects.

Black clouds filled the sky, red thunder roared and flickered, Zheng Qiu flew slowly with the grass fairy on the endless scorched earth.

He stuffed two pieces of chrysanthemum and herb leaves into his nose, smelling too much burnt smell in the air, and his throat felt like it had been scorched by charcoal fire, and it was burning hot.

Zheng Qiu has already found six purple crystals, each of which contains a faint life force, and will release mental fluctuations with obvious meanings.

He found that the content of mental fluctuations was not coherent, and some of them repeated each other.

It seems that the makers of the spar wanted to cast a wide net and catch more fish.

Throw a lot of crystals into this world, trying to attract those who find them to go to the shelter that has been mentioned repeatedly.

Passing through the dim world, Zheng Qiu soon found another spar. After being inspired by the divine power, the purple waves spread outward, and a new piece of content spread out.

"To the east...to find shelter...to the east...to the center of the mountain..."

From the fragmentary content, it can be analyzed that the shelter is in the east, and is hidden in the center of a certain mountain.

But Zheng Qiu immediately encountered a new problem, which side is the east?

No matter which direction it is, it is a boundless scorched black land with no reference at all.

Moreover, the dark clouds in the sky are so thick that no sun, moon and stars can be seen. The dark clouds are also vast and boundless, and it is impossible to distinguish the direction through the sky.

"Damn it, how do I find Dongmian?"

Zheng Qiu scratched his head and scratched his head at a loss, frowning and thinking about countermeasures.

After thinking for a long time, Zheng Qiu still couldn't find a way to distinguish the direction, so he angrily threw the spar on the ground and kicked it out with a bang.

"To the east, to the east, if you don't tell which side is east, how will I know where the shelter is!"

The spar clanged to the ground and rolled into the distance.

However, Zheng Qiu's pupils shrank suddenly, because he saw a scene he hadn't seen before.

During the rolling process of the spar, it seemed to be fluctuated by an invisible force, and it actually changed its trajectory midway, pointing the tip of the rhombus to two directions that were not on the rolling path.

"Hey, could it be that the spar inspired by divine power can point the way by itself?"

Zheng Qiu picked up the stone and threw it out again.

The result was the same, the tip of the rhombus was still pointing in those two directions, as if something was attracting it.

"It can really point the way!"

Zheng Qiu walked to the spar and observed where the tips were pointing, one was forward and the other was backward.

Where should I go?

If one of them is east, then the other should be west.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to take a gamble, and flew forward to see if the mountain that visited the sanctuary was there.

Controlling the slate to support him to fly, the speed is about the same as riding a horse. Zheng Qiu somewhat misses the dragon horse in Lingcui Mountain. Its speed is extraordinary.

After flying for a long time, perhaps for two or three hours, a raised black shadow suddenly appeared on the farthest horizon.

On the endless scorched earth, the black shadow is so conspicuous, like a bean on black paper.

"There is a mountain! You can see it from this distance, that mountain must be huge, it must be a shelter!"

As the saying goes, looking at the mountain and running a dead horse, Zheng Qiu didn't know how long it took to fly towards the black spot on the horizon before the black spot became about the size of the facade.

"This is too far away!"

Zheng Qiu complained, but there was no other way. There was a powerful interference in this world, and the shrinking to an inch spell could not be cast.

He doesn't know how to fly with bare hands, so he can only use the clumsy way of controlling the stone slabs to drive slowly towards his destination.

The long and boring journey, the never-changing barren scenery, the eternal cloud and thunder.

All of this makes people wonder where they are, whether this is the world where the living live, or the underworld where the dead sleep.

Unable to determine the exact time, Zheng Qiu could only estimate that he had flown for about a day and a night.

The black dot on the horizon was finally fully presented before the eyes.

Yes, this is indeed a mountain, a vast and huge mountain.

The entire mountain covered 60,000 feet of land, and its height was close to 1,000 feet, almost one-third the size of Qianyunzong.

However, such a tall mountain peak has also turned into a pile of rubble at this time, with temple-like boulders scattered around and piled up in a disorderly manner.

The surface of the stone is also covered with cracks and a thick burnt black color, and the entire mountain is like a pile of charcoal piled up.

It is conceivable what kind of flames this mountain was wrapped in before, and what kind of force it was crushed by.

Zheng Qiu thinks that the strong in the Divine Realm of Yunxiu Continent can't do it, at least Lin Minghao, the lord of the Great Desolation and Lonely City, is not that strong.

According to the content carried by the spar, the shelter should be inside the mountain peak, and he slowly circled the mountain peak, looking for a hole or gate that he could enter.

Although the mountain is big, the entrance is easy to find.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, there are many passages in the crevices of the piles of rocks, some of which have broken stone doors.

Zheng Qiu decided not to take the risk of drilling the hole, and it would be more reliable to walk along the stone gate.

He picked a relatively complete broken door, raised his palm to light up the energy, and stepped into it cautiously.

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