"Fortunately, Senior Liu discovered it early, otherwise it would have been dangerous if it were one step later." The man surnamed Kou said to Han Li, feeling somewhat fortunate.

"Fellow Daoist Kou, I wonder what this Gang Wind Calamity you speak of is all about?" Han Li raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Fellow Daoist Liu may not know, this Gang Wind Calamity is a unique phenomenon in this desert, not commonly seen. But once the wind rises, Gang winds will sweep across hundreds of thousands of miles of desert in an instant. One must go deep underground and wait for it to pass before traveling." The man surnamed Kou said, his eyes showing considerable fear of this strange wind disaster.

"Yes, I've traveled this desert no less than a hundred times, and this is only the second time I've encountered it. At that time, I watched with my own eyes as a flying boat failed to dive underground and was instantly shattered into dust." The Qí family retainer said with lingering fear.

"It is said that this desert was originally a city, but somehow, one day a Gang wind swept through, and the entire city was instantly turned into nothing, which is how this desert came to be." The Liú family retainer seemed to have thought of something and added.

"I see." Han Li nodded slowly upon hearing this.

"Alas, this trip is truly unlucky. We were almost at our destination, but we encountered this Gang Wind Calamity again. It seems we will have to wait here for a few days." The man surnamed Kou shook his head and sighed.

After he finished speaking, he didn't linger there and got up to check the cargo in various parts of the flying boat for any damage.

Han Li sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

At this moment, a wind disaster was raging where Han Li and the others were, but hundreds of thousands of miles away from the boundless sand sea, it was calm and tranquil.

On a continuous stretch of hills spanning thousands of miles, scattered patches of lush forests were interspersed with villages and towns.

In the central part of the hilly area stood a vast green city, with walls over a hundred feet high, and three golden characters "Míng Qiū City" engraved above the city gate.

This city was extremely large, appearing no smaller than Black Wind City.

Tall buildings stretched endlessly within the city, and the architectural style was quite different from Black Wind City, with a more rugged feel, but even more grand and majestic.

Prosperous streets stretched one after another, extending to the end of the field of vision.

In the center of Míng Qiū City, a white giant tower building stood, giving a sense of being outstanding compared to the surrounding tall buildings.

This was the location of the Míng Qiū City teleportation array, and the entrance to the tower was bustling with people.

Just then, two figures walked out of the gate of the white giant tower, walking side by side.

One of them was nearly seventy years old, with restrained eyes, white hair, wearing a colorful brocade robe, looking energetic, and exuding a refined temperament.

Beside him was a handsome young man in black, his eyes full of sharp color.

"Brother Fēng, if I remember correctly, there are no teleportation arrays for the next leg of the journey. And the Black Wind Sea is in the extreme west of the continent, and it is said that entering it is not an easy task." The brocade-robed old man said.

"After so long, it is uncertain whether that person is still in the Black Wind Sea. Just in case, please trouble Brother Fēng to cast a spell to confirm it again." Fāng Pán looked up at the sky and said.

"Alright."

The brocade-robed old man nodded, turned his palm over, and a compass-like magic weapon appeared in his palm. He joined his two fingers together and pointed at the center of the compass, chanting silently.

As dense incantations sounded, golden light shone brightly on the compass.

Very close to the center of the compass, a point of bloody red light appeared, constantly flashing.

"Oh!" The brocade-robed old man couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation upon seeing this.

"Has that person left the Black Wind Sea?" Fāng Pán's face did not show much surprise.

"Brother Fāng is right. Moreover, he is now not far from this Míng Qiū City..." The brocade-robed old man had an incredulous look on his face.

"Oh, is it the west direction?" Fāng Pán was stunned, his pupils shrinking.

"That's right. However, for some reason, this person seems to have stopped." The brocade-robed old man closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, saying with some doubt.

"Come with me." Fāng Pán said, his escape light rising as he flew out of the city.

The brocade-robed old man quickly followed.

Before long, the two appeared on a thousand-foot giant peak hundreds of miles outside the city, looking towards the west where the sky and earth met, a hazy gray area connecting the sky and the earth, slowly flowing.

"It seems that this person has encountered some natural disaster, so he is hiding. I can't wait any longer, let's go directly." Fāng Pán muttered to himself.

"Brother Fēng, we have been tracking for so long, why rush at this moment? Looking at this person's direction, the next stop must be this Míng Qiū City. We can set up a good ambush here and wait for him, wouldn't that be more prudent?" The brocade-robed old man frowned slightly and said.

"Brother Fēng is welcome to wait here, but Fāng is impatient!" Fāng Pán left these words behind, and his figure suddenly jumped from the top of the peak, turning into a residual shadow in mid-air and disappearing instantly.

The brocade-robed old man shook his head speechlessly, and a colorful light lit up on his body, and his figure also disappeared from the spot.

...

At the same time.

In that underground cave, the whistling wind from above could still be heard. Everyone was sitting cross-legged and quietly adjusting their breathing, and Han Li was no exception.

Suddenly, his brows suddenly furrowed, and his eyes abruptly opened.

Just now, he suddenly discovered that the essence blood in his body had suddenly become restless, surging wildly within the veins, making him feel somewhat feverish.

Could it be that something is approaching?

A strong sense of unease surged into his heart.

After thinking for a moment, he immediately stood up from the ground, his aura suddenly tensing up, scaring the surrounding people, who opened their eyes and looked at him warily.

He ignored the reactions of these people, and a blue light suddenly flashed on his body, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

The man surnamed Kou and others who were traveling with him didn't even have time to stop him, and could only stare at each other in a daze.

After flying out of the underground cave, the violent Gang wind immediately swept in from all directions like thousands of knives and blades.

Han Li was shrouded in blue light, but he still couldn't stop the rough sand from blowing on his cheeks.

He squinted his eyes, found a direction, and the light on his body brightened sharply, flying forward against the Gang wind.

In the vast storm, it was difficult to see, and Han Li's figure was constantly traveling through the sandstorm. Although it wasn't particularly difficult, the speed was greatly limited, and he hadn't been able to fly far in half an hour.

Just as he was fully urging his Immortal Spiritual Power, intending to escape the Gang Wind Calamity area in one go, he suddenly found that within a few hundred feet around him, two powerful auras had suddenly appeared very abruptly.

His figure suddenly stopped, and he swept his eyes around, and saw two vague black figures standing suspended in the heavy sandstorm to his right front.

Only when the two figures lunged forward dozens of feet did their figures gradually become clear, revealing a stern-looking young man in black and an old man in a brocade robe who was nearly seventy years old.

Both of them were covered in a layer of light罩, causing the surrounding Gang wind to fall on it, leaving only some faint white marks.

"Fellow Daoists, why are you blocking my way?"

Han Li said slowly, while quickly glancing at the other party, his heart sinking slightly.

These two were actually True Immortal middle stage Immortals, clearly not here with good intentions!

Moreover, for some reason, the two in front of him gave him a vaguely familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them.

The brocade-robed old man was obviously stunned when he heard this, and looked at the black-clothed youth with some doubt.

The latter stared at Han Li, snorted coldly, and scolded:

"Han Li, Fellow Daoist Han, what's wrong? Do you think you can deceive us with some small tricks to change your appearance?"

"Who exactly are you people?" Hearing the other party call out his name, Han Li was immediately shocked, his face also became gloomy, and he asked.

"Brother Fāng, looking at him, it doesn't seem like he's pretending, he really doesn't recognize us. Could it be... amnesia?" The brocade-robed old man frowned slightly and said.

"Whether he's pretending or not, kill him first, search his soul, and everything will be clear." Fāng Pán said coldly.

After saying that, a black light flashed on his body, and his figure suddenly blurred, disappearing from the spot.

Han Li only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the black-clothed youth had already arrived in front of him. A black long saber appeared in his hand at some point, and without saying a word, he slashed down on his head.

He secretly exclaimed "So fast" in his heart, his fist already raised, and he slammed towards the blade.

With a "唰" sound, Fāng Pán's figure disappeared again.

Han Li punched the air, causing the void to vibrate, and his body could not help but rush forward a step.

But immediately afterwards, his eyes flashed, and in the corner of his eye, he saw a black light shining diagonally below, the runes on the black long saber flashing, slashing upwards at an extremely tricky angle.

He wanted to block it, but it was already too late, so he could only light up with a whole body of light, and the True Pole Membrane and the Covering Body Golden Scales appeared on the surface of his body at the same time.

Only a sharp "铮" sound was heard.

Han Li's figure suddenly retreated hundreds of feet, bringing a string of bright blood flowers in the sandstorm.

After stabilizing his figure, his face became extremely gloomy. The black-clothed youth's seemingly ordinary saber had actually broken through his True Pole Membrane and Golden Scales at the same time.

Although that saber was already at the end of its strength after breaking in, and did not cause him any serious damage, it was enough to shock him.

The black-clothed youth seemed a little dissatisfied with this, and his brows could not help but furrow slightly.

The brocade-robed old man on the other side did not step forward to join the battle, but was holding a circular array盘 in one hand, and constantly pointing in the void with the other, seemingly depicting something.

From his sleeve, yellow triangular flags constantly flew out, falling into the void and disappearing.

Han Li's eyes swept back and forth over the two of them, and a white light flashed in his hand, and he gripped a white long sword.

The black-clothed youth flashed and took a step forward, leaving a series of intermittent residual shadows in mid-air, and his figure suddenly approached a hundred feet, slashing at him again.

Han Li raised his wrist and swept horizontally, "铛" and blocked the black long saber.

However, before he could make any other movements, an incredible scene appeared before his eyes.

In the residual shadows left by Fāng Pán in mid-air that had not yet dissipated, a black light suddenly flashed, and one person actually moved horizontally out of it, holding an identical black long saber in his hand, and swept towards his abdomen again.

The two people looked exactly the same, and both exuded the aura of the True Immortal middle stage!