The gray dust stepped down and buried the instep.

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The immortal armor was broken and had to be taken off and put away. In order to resist the dirt, he deliberately wore dark gray light clothes and a hood on his head to prevent his long black and thick hair from getting gray, leaving a long string of footprints step by step.

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Originally, I was flying, but I had to search on foot for fear of missing the location.

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How should I put it, I feel that this world is a bit like Mars. The air is there, but it is thin and dry. It is hot during the day and cold at night, and the weather is harsh.

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Every time you step down, you will get caught in dust. Before you choose to walk on stone and sandy ground, but dust is inevitable.

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Climbing up a dirt **** somewhere, building a pergola and looking into the distance, shrugging.

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"This is the real no-man's land, even if there are wolves, it's really desolate."

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After traveling for more than ten days in a row, except for the ashes, which are sand and stones, I am lucky to encounter craters or underground rock formations that have been uplifted by external forces. I often encounter rock formations where a dragon rests and burrows under the rock formations to sleep.

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Go down the **** of the earth and continue to follow the direction indicated by the will of the world.

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Maybe noon or afternoon.

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Bai Yu forgot that Mars also has strong winds and dust storms...

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Thin air can also be windy. Due to the low air pressure, when the sun hits the surface, the atmosphere will increase kinetic energy, the wind speed is high, and coupled with low gravity, dust is easily swept into the air by the airflow.

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When it is hot, the temperature increases rapidly, and it is easy to form a strong air flow, which rolls up the sand and eventually forms a gray dust storm.

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A deep foot and a shallow foot walked a long way.

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Suddenly I saw a grey line approaching in the distant sky.

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"Is it windy?"

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Sandstorms are the worst, so it is only reasonable to find a place to wait for the wind to stop.

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He glanced around and found a stone pillar a mile away. He ran wildly as if his legs were happy, and came to the back of the thick stone pillar a few feet away, waving the small dragon claws and digging the gravel. Until I took out a small one-bedroom with a table, chairs, stone bed.

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Draw a formation at the entrance of the cave to resist the wind and sand, so as not to bury the dragon's nest.

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He took out the quilt, pillow, and mattress from the storage bag and laid it out. As usual, there was no shortage of gold to make the bed. He took out the phone that had not been used for a long time, plugged in the headphones, put it on, and clicked the play button.

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Outside, the sandstorm whistled and whimpered, and in the small stone room, the dragon girl curled up and fell asleep.

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The pure music in the earphones is pleasant to the ears...

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…

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Three days later.

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The sandstorm has been blowing for more than three days. Anyway, the wind is very strong.

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The stone room was quiet. After listening for a long time, I turned off the music headphones and put them next to the embroidered pillow. Next to the stone table, there was a half bottle of fairy spring water. The spring water was irrigated at the Tianting Xianshan Waterfall at that time. It was free, free of charge, clear and sweet.

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A sheep hind leg bone with tooth marks was thrown on the ground.

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The sleeping position is bad enough, the snow-white feet are on the pillow and the head is at the end of the bed, the long black and thick hair is spread out, and the splendid quilt is covered with the red and green quilts on the hot kang head. .

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"Yawn~"

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Stretching, getting up, washing, combing hair and dressing neatly.

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Sitting on a stone bench, eating some jerky, drinking up the fairy spring water in the kettle, raised his head and rinsed his mouth.

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"Um...Guru."

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Swallow the spring water, this place cannot waste water, be careful not to become the first dragon in history to die of thirst due to lack of water, it is estimated that Zulong will jump out of the coffin board and shoot Bai Yu to death again.

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After packing up, he got out of the cave.

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Just after he came out, he rushed back to the cave with a swish sound. The dragon's face was surprised, as if he saw something unbelievable. Danfeng's eyes rarely stared at the boss.

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"Where's the land?"

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When I went out, there was no dust or gravel under my feet, so I almost fell!

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Probing out again.

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From the outside, there was a head sticking out from the round hole of the thick stone pillar, looking up and down, left and right, unable to hide the shock in his eyes, so he almost threw out a few lying grooves to express his mood at this moment.

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"What is this... Lost City?"

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The camera picture is zoomed away from the head of a certain white at the entrance of the cave. After zooming out, it is found that Bai is at the top of the stone pillar at this time.

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Continue to zoom out far enough, and then I can see that the stone pillar is clearly a part of the ancient giant sculpture.

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Bai Yu drilled out of the stone cave and slid down the dragon's horn until it reached the dragon's forehead.

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The closest thing to the eyes is the bridge of the nose of the tall dragon statue.

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The ground below the two sides of the statue and in the distance are boundless houses and buildings. The shape is simple and similar to the Qin and Han traditions. Most of them are stone ruins and are neatly planned. In the eyes, bright stars slant on the ground and reflect many circles of halos. It's not that year.

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The ruins of the city can't be seen, and the tall and sturdy dragon statue has four claws on the ground, and it has the charm of a dragon.

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Expressive, without anger and self-arrogance.

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I secretly felt that this was where the will of the world made me seek.

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"So prosperous, what happened back then? Who wiped out the world and destroyed civilization? Could it really kill the entire world for personal purposes?"

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He jumped from his forehead and floated gently to the end of the bridge of the nose of the dragon statue, looking down at the ancient ruins from a high place.

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There is a high platform facing the statue of the dragon, surrounded by tall stone pillars. Some of them collapsed and some are still standing. On the high platform, there is a super large square tripod in ancient style. War spreads.

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I think the Gaotai and Fangding are the altars used to worship the dragon.

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Feeling a little bit, he turned around and saw a rocky mountain that was neither high nor low behind the dragon, like a crouching and sleeping giant dragon, with the remains of a rock palace on it.

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"Could it be that I encountered the Dragon Palace again, which is much worse than the world of Longmian."

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Longmian World is well preserved, UU reading www.uukanshu.com The murals of the Dragon Palace in the depths of the 100,000 mountains in the Southern Wilderness are clearly visible, the Dragon Palace Teleportation Array in the Longmen Desert can still be used, and the Little Dragon Palace at the bottom of the unknown mountain top lake is simply cleaned and packed. And here, it looks more ancient and more complete.

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I originally wanted to go to the Dragon Shaped Mountain Palace to hunt for treasure, but there was something that attracted me to the altar.

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He looked back at the palace and at the altar in front of the dragon statue. After a little thought, he thought that he would go to the high platform to see it first. Anyway, there is no one else coming here. It's right to follow intuition.

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To be safe, take out the white paper umbrella.

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Hold it open.

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Holding the umbrella handle, he stepped forward and gently jumped down from the bridge of the tall statue's nose. The exquisite white paper umbrella floated to the high platform with it.

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When I left the statue and looked back, I realized how shocking it was. It was a coincidence that I dug stones to hide from the sandstorm, but dug the statue's dragon horn into a stone house. If the statue maker knew about it, he would be very angry.

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In the ancient gray-yellow stone ruins, the incomparably tall dragon fell and floated down.

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Grab the handle of the umbrella and let the beautiful paper umbrella fly forward.

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The orb that had been silent for a long time ran out and floated between the dragon horns at some point, emitting a colorful light as if to guide the way. The cloth boots landed gently on the ground and walked a few steps to stand firm, releasing the paper umbrella and letting it hover and float around him.

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Looking up.

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"Fang Ding must be very valuable..."