Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 12 [Using Magic to Fight Sandstorms]

"Okay, let's not reminisce about the past."

Yang An turned around, his face serious.

With his eyesight, he could see far away the ruins of the buried ancient city of Jingjue. A storm was gathering from near Mount Zaglama, and an ominous and gloomy aura was emerging from the original location of the ghost cave.

Damn, could it be that the snake god is angry because his sleep was disturbed?

Run now, what are you waiting for?

Yang An hurriedly interrupted An Liman's question: "Let's go quickly. If we run too late, we will be buried here by the sandstorm. As for the others."

Yang An shook his head with a heavy face.

An Li's face was full of horror. From Yang An's attitude, he knew that everyone else was gone. He swallowed his saliva in panic.

Help secure Ye Yixin's body.

Hu Bayi took Professor Chen with him, and the rest of the people each rode a camel.

They rushed towards the direction they came from outside the canyon.

I ran non-stop for more than two hours.

At this time, the originally clear sky became completely dark. Anliman rode on the camel in the front, shouting at the camels to spread their hooves and gallop out.

The wind howled, like the devil's whisper.

The wind was so strong that people could not see the road ahead. Thousands of tons of fine sand and gravel were swept up by the strong wind to form a tornado, which smashed down on everyone.

They are now in the eye of the storm, and if they want to escape they have to run outside, but unfortunately this sandstorm is unprecedentedly large.

I ran for a long time but there was no improvement.

There was flying sand and rocks all around, and I couldn't even see the camel in front of me clearly.

Yang An was fine, as he had good physical fitness. He lowered his body slightly and firmly grasped the reins of the camel under him.

He was more worried about Shirley Yang and the others behind him.

The group had not had a good rest since they descended into the underground ruins of the ancient city of Jingjue, and both their energy and physical strength were not as good as usual.

At this moment, Anliman, who was leading the gallop in front, began to slow down.

Yang An wanted to ask something.

But in such a strong wind, if you open your mouth you'll get a mouthful of sand, and even if you shout your words won't reach the other person's ears.

But he could vaguely see Uncle Anliman gesturing downwards, meaning for them to stop?

They had been running for more than two hours. Not only had the camels slowed down, they also began to show signs of becoming uncontrollable. When they stopped, they immediately gathered in a circle.

Keep your head down.

No matter how we ordered it, it refused to raise its head. In the face of such a natural disaster, even a desert camel sailing on dry land could only wait in vain to be buried by the wind and sand.

A group of people came down.

After counting the number of people, Yang An breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that everyone was there.

Needless to say, everyone began to build a sand-proof wall with the help of camels. Now they could only stay and gather in the center of the camels, leaving everything to fate.

Hu Bayi and Wang Fatty were shoveling sand desperately, but their speed was far slower than the speed of the wind and sand.

This cannot continue.

Yang An frowned, holding Shirley Yang firmly to prevent her from being blown away, while thinking about what other solutions he could use.

If it were before, he might not be able to count on anything, but now, Yang An is no longer alone in his struggle for survival.

And the other two of him in the heavens, combined with all their strength.

Yang An closed his eyes.

Frowning, I built an invisible sand-proof wall in my mind.
Hu Bayi worked for a long time and found that Yang An was just standing there. He felt anxious and wanted to pull Yang An to come and work with him.

As a result, before he could get close to Yang An, Hu Bayi felt as if he was pushed by someone, and he fell backwards.

Suddenly, Hu Bayi felt that the wind and sand around him seemed to have become smaller, and the next moment, he widened his eyes behind his goggles.

Do not!
It's not that the wind and sand have become less, but that the wind and sand have been blocked. With the circle formed by the camels as the center, you can see that the sand and dust swept by the wind around has not weakened at all. Only in this circle formed by the camels, the wind and sand seem to have decreased a lot, and you can even gradually see the surroundings clearly.

The contrast is very obvious.

'It was like a porcelain bowl turned upside down.'

This thought flashed through Hu Bayi's mind instantly.

Is this the manifestation of Hu Da?
Or... Hu Bayi turned his gaze to Yang An, who was standing motionless in the center, with his eyes closed and his hands raised, as if he was controlling something.

"Fuck... Young Master Yang... ahem can he control sand?!"

The fat man, who was still working hard, felt that the wind and sand had subsided and thought that the sandstorm had passed. However, when he looked up, he found something wrong. He hurriedly found Lao Hu and saw Yang An standing upright. He couldn't help but exclaimed.

This is a miraculous scene.

Even Uncle Anliman was shocked. He stared at Yang An, knelt on the ground, held his chest with one hand, and prayed to Hu Da with eloquence.

"Thank you, Almighty Hu Da, for sending a messenger and performing a miracle to help us survive."

"Fucking fart!"

The fat guy couldn't stand this the most. It was clearly Young Master Yang who was powerful. What did it have to do with you, Hu Da?

But Hu Bayi stopped him: "That's enough Fatty, don't disturb Little Master Yang."

It can be seen that Yang An is struggling very hard, and his body is shaking slightly.

This is certainly not a miracle, and has nothing to do with the Zagrama clan. It is purely the magic power of the wizard Yang An being activated.

There seems to be no blue bar or specific power level in the Harry Potter world. In addition to the innate magic strength, your understanding of idealism also determines your upper limit.

In other words - I think this can be done. The more you believe in yourself, the more powerful the magic you will use.

The legendary "An Xunsi" method.

Although Yang An has not officially started learning magic, the magic power is flowing in his body. It depends on whether he can make good use of it.

Yang An used this point of "idealism" to constantly tell himself that he could keep the wind and sand out.
This is success!

"Don't just stand there, build the sand wall quickly!"

Shirley Yang was the first to react. Even though she was as shocked as anyone else, she trusted Yang An more. No matter where her brother's power came from, she believed that Yang An would give her a reasonable explanation.

Therefore, at this moment, when we don’t know how long Yang An can hold on, the most important thing is to seize the time and survive.

"okay."

Seeing hope of survival, Hu Bayi and Fatty worked hard to dig, and even Anliman and Shirley Yang joined in to help.

The four of them worked together and quickly built the sand-proof wall.

It was just built not long ago.

Yang An finally ran out of strength and his body shook, and the strong wind that was isolated outside instantly swept through the temporary shelter.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

When Yang An woke up again, it was already daybreak. It seemed that a whole day and night had passed.

Most of his body was buried in the soil, and he struggled for several times before he managed to escape from the sand.

The sandstorm that had darkened the sky also disappeared without a trace.

"Little Master Yang, ahem, you finally woke up?"

Next to him was Hu Bayi, who had not slept all night and was lying on the ground exhausted. The three of them took turns digging sand almost non-stop last night, and only then did they manage to hold on until now.

Professor Chen and Yang An are the luckiest.

After making sure that everyone was unharmed, Yang An helped Shirley Yang climb up the sand dune, and a shocking scene appeared.

The two black giants that originally stood at the end of the horizon - the sacred mountain of Zagrama and the lost ancient city of Jingjue.

The members of the archaeological team who died, as well as the bizarre and strange things they experienced, were all buried deep in the endless sea of ​​sand.

Just as the prophet predicted, all sins were buried by the yellow sand.

(End of this chapter)