The first place marked on the map is the "Land of the Wind", which is 2,000 miles away. Mu Ziyun flew all the way depressed, he didn't understand why there was such a note in that bag, but there were still such strange words on the note, the time or order of opening the nine bags was not specified, he could even open all the bags now, but if there were still words such as "Killing Mu Ziyun is liberation", what should I do? Mu Ziyun didn't understand what Zhai Qiuzi and Ge Yuan were doing, did they need to sacrifice their lives at some point in the future?

He was a suspicious and uncomfortable person, and he couldn't feel comfortable, so he kept venting his anger on Xiao Si. Mu Ziyun grabbed Xiao Si's body with both hands and kept turning in circles. Xiao Si was playing happily and kept laughing, Mu Ziyun burst out with murderous energy, and condensed Xiao Si and said: "Give you three breaths of time, and turn me into an artifact." ”

"Uhhahahahaha... Master.. Hahaha it's so itchy, I won't. ”

"Nonsense" Mu Ziyun slammed his fists on Xiao Si's head, "That pig is from the same place as you, it can become a pillar, you should also conjure something, hurry up!" ”

The truce also patted Xiao Si's body excitedly, urging it to transform. Xiao Si closed his eyes and puffed up his strength, after a long time, nothing happened, Xiao Si said helplessly: "You see, I really don't have such skills, even if I have, I don't remember." ”

Kite suspicious: "Since Xiao Si is related to that statue, is there an artifact that is accompanied by the 'Dinghai Divine Needle' in mythology?" ”

The bell shook his head and retorted: "No, Xiao Si has never left Shi Jingyuan, it is the site of the Dom era, and the myths and legends about the 'Dinghai Divine Needle' can only be traced back to the end of the 'Age of the Gods' at the earliest, I suspect that the real name of the artifact is not the 'Dinghai Divine Needle', and the myths and legends in the world are also these millions of years." ”

Mu Ziyun took out the "Blowing Record" and checked it, and sure enough, as the bell expected, the record of the "Dinghai Divine Needle" in the "Blowing Record" was only 7.5 million years ago, and in the record, this pillar has always been a loner, and there has never been a clear partner or opponent.

Taking this opportunity, Mu Ziyun consulted the "Land of the Wind", according to the record of the "Wind Blowing Record", the "Land of the Wind" was originally the site of the "pen" civilization, and later a line of the Kasma people migrated here, and multiplied to this day, the place is just at the entrance of the canyon, there are strong winds flowing all year round, and it has not stopped for thousands of years, but in addition, there are no other valuable resources.

Du Xiaoyuehu said suspiciously: "Kasma clan? Is it the group of big-headed guys in the Four Beasts Domain? Aren't they beings of the highest intelligence? If you don't have the resources there, why stay there for so long? ”

"You'll find out when you go."

The group flew for a long time this time, and also landed on the edge of a mountain lake somewhere, rested for a whole day and night, and hurried intermittently, until more than 20 days later, they finally arrived at the "Land of the Wind".

The first thing that catches your eye is the two high cliffs due west, the cliffs are full of stone walls, stretching from north to south to endlessly. Between the high cliffs is a moat, and a round of yellow sun is sinking and floating in it, no matter from which point of view, that moat is the end of the sunset, before this spectacle, is the duckweed uncertain mountain, and the mountains are full of wheat, the wind is surging, and the green wheat waves ebb and flow, everyone walks into it, the ears of wheat have reached the waist, the wheat that was trampled down after a while to stand up, there is no trace of coming, they are a lock of leaves in the ocean immersed in the colorful glow.

After walking a hundred steps away, climbing up a hillside, the strange scene is even more magnificent, and the closer to the moat, the more the wind is surging, and the sunset is hitting the wheat, as if it is early autumn.

"This is not the food that should be there this season," Du Xiaoyue said: "It's not wheat, it's just like..."

"The world is different, and everywhere is naturally different." The kite fell in love with this beautiful scenery, she walked dozens of steps, stretched out her arms, closed her eyes, sniffed the green aroma of wheat, and after a while, countless green points of light floated on the wheat sea, and they fluttered lightly on the kite's body, but did not penetrate, but scattered all around, and returned to the wheat sea.

Wangxiang was immersed in the "portrait" of this goddess, and felt that this land had increased its vitality dozens of times because of the arrival of the kite.

Mu Ziyun also likes the comfortable beauty, his fingertips slid between the ears of wheat, and he wanted to do something, but the wind rose, the wheat leaves were blown away, everything was just right, and he seemed to do whatever he could bring, all he could bring was destruction. Sometimes, he really envies these people who have the power of warmth.

After a while, several strange things flew out of the moat, and several creatures with big heads flew on a strange instrument, which was divided into three parts, the bottom was trumpet-shaped, the opening was facing forward, and the wind was pouring in continuously. The middle part is a thin rod, but it is equipped with layers of mechanisms, and the top part is two oars inserted into the same iron block, when the wind flow into the horn, through the mechanism on the thin rod, the wind power is transmitted to the oars, the oars rotate and fly the whole apparatus, and the Kasma creatures grasp a certain mechanism on the thin pole, step on the horn, and fly gracefully.

Fang Tianmu probed the energy of those few Kasma people, and found that their cultivation level was the highest, and it was not at the level of the Long people, so he immediately relaxed his vigilance.

A Kasma man landed in front of them, but instead of trampling on the wheat field, he floated on it, and the truce, attracted by the strange flying apparatus, ran up and touched it left and right. The Kathma man was not angry, but shook his head and asked in the Terran language, "Why did you come here on purpose?" ”

"Lost," Tang Daoyuan put down the scroll and replied.

The Kasma immediately replied, "You can't get here if you get lost, what do you want?" ”

Mu Ziyun was thinking about how to answer, but unexpectedly, the Kasma said, "It's better to sit down first, and then talk slowly." ”

I didn't see it use any means, and nine identical flying devices rose up in the middle of the wheat sea, and everyone stood up cautiously, but they didn't expect it to be particularly stable. The Kasma said, "It's a good wind to go back, and you have to step on it steadily." ”

It turned the thin rod, and the direction of the horn was reversed, the wind flow entered from the narrow mouth, and still drove the wind oar, everyone slowly rose into the air, and in the tailwind, the instrument flew faster and faster, although there were many mechanisms on the pole, but in the groping, everyone quickly mastered the doorway, and the truce and the little four played happily, stringing around in the air, and the sound of yo he, echoing in the moat.

The wind was very loud, and Mu Ziyun shouted to the Kasma people on the side: "We are just here to take a stroll, there is no special purpose, everything is as it is." ”

"The only way to get here is what the Terrans often call 'fate'." The Kasma replied.

"Oh? Could it be that this is hidden? Can only be found by fate? ”

"This is the hometown of the wind, and you are all people who have been brought by the wind."

The sun in the moat has grown too much at some point, and they are like a flock of wooden dragonflies, frolicking in front of the sunset.