"Ding Ding Ding~!" Feng Moxi raised his palm and countless array flags hit his body.

No matter where he is.

Make sure you are safe first and rest for a night before talking about it.

At night, it suddenly became cold.

Feng Moxi hid in the tent of the magic circle, holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand, and was slowly siping.

The warm heat flow instantly permeates the whole body.

The cold wind outside was whistling, as if a blizzard had come.

"Xiaoying, aren't you awake yet? I miss you so much. Look, it's still the Gobi Desert during the day, the sun is scorching, and it won't be covered with snow at night."

“…”

Feng Moxi shook his head, okay, why don’t it be a lost world?

Under normal circumstances, monks are not afraid of the cold, but on such nights, they are filled with a hint of coldness.

It's very unsettling.

Spend the night in worry.

The next morning, when Feng Moxi lifted the tent and walked out of the magic circle, the scorching sun was restored to the outside.

The warm wind blew up slight sand and swirled around the body, floating away again.

"It's not snowing?" Why is it so cold? It's so strange.

Is it like the end of the world, something unclean?

Feng Moxi's steps paused for a moment.

He then continued to move forward with a broken sword.

Slowly, small sand dunes gradually emerged on the flat beach.

It's like a pile of graves.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the sand and dust on the dunes rose in the air.

A piece of dead bone was revealed.

It is all over the mountains and fields, and looks very cunning, and it is comparable to the dark battlefield.
Chapter completed!