Chapter 560.

Through the water mirror built into the ship’s hull, Wang Chen looked down at the great desert below.

Although he had been stationed in Great Ying City for a not-so-short period of time and had fought fiercely with the sand people, it was still the first time he had gone deep into this barren land to appreciate the unique scenery of the Western Regions.

After entering the Western Desert, the speed of the flying ship was greatly reduced and was unable to maintain its original height.

This was because in the desert Gobi region, the aura of heaven and earth was far thinner than the Western Sea Spirit Region.

The magic treasure flying ship mainly relied on absorbing the spiritual qi in the surrounding space to maintain its speed and altitude, and in different environments, its performance was bound to be very different.

If Wang Chen wanted to make the ship fly fast in this area, he would have to inject his own mana and consume a large amount of spirit stones in order to realize it.

He definitely wouldn’t go for such a money-losing deal.

Although Wang Chen was on official business this trip, the subsidy given by the sect side wasn’t much.

If he burned spirit stones to make the journey, it would definitely be a bloody loss!

Furthermore, there were still ten days before the Spirit Mountain Dharma Meeting was officially held, so even if the flying ship was slow, it would still be completely in time.

Therefore, Wang Chen was rushing with a leisurely mindset of traveling the mountains and enjoying the water.

Newt ~

Suddenly a sharp eagle cry came from far away, only to see a large black eagle appear in the water mirror and rapidly approach the flying ship.

There was also a gray-robed cultivator sitting on the eagle’s back.

Wang Dust instantly recognized that the other party was a sorcerer from the Sand Clan!

He flicked his finger, and the magic treasure flying ship suddenly glowed faintly, and a golden swastika logo appeared on the surface of the ship.

With Wang Dust’s current strength and the treasure ship under his seat, as long as the other party wasn’t a Jindan-level Grand Sorcerer, killing him in the air would be no problem at all.

But this time, Wang Dust didn’t come to fight with the Sand Clan, his current identity was an emissary sent by the Western Sea Sect to the Western Region to observe the ceremony.

So he lit up the Buddhist Sect logo to inform the other party.

The sorcerer who was riding the black eagle saw it and indeed patted the eagle’s neck, then turned around and left.

Wang Dust was unimpressed.

Since entering the confines of the Great Western Desert, the same situation had occurred many times.

The Sand Clan consisted of thousands of clans, large and small, occupying an oasis in the desert, and they had their own forces and territories, often having conflicts and even wars with each other, and were not an ironclad group.

For the appearance of outsiders, naturally extra vigilant.

However, none of the sand tribes dared to offend the Buddha Sect, strictly speaking, they are more like a group of vicious dogs raised by the Buddha Sect in the Western Region, and their survival depends on barking at their neighbors (West Sea Sect).

Therefore, Wang Chuan’s “Swastika Drinking Back Technique” was particularly effective in the desert.

There was no question of the Western Region Buddhist Sect pursuing the matter, as this was a tacit agreement between the two sides that had not changed over the years.

Leaving the interceptors far behind, the treasure ship continued to fly west.

At this time, it was already sunset at dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun draped the boundless Great Desert with a golden coat, and the view from the air was extremely magnificent.

In the distance, a pillar of fiery red smoke shot up into the sky, even from a distance of a hundred miles, it was still conspicuous.

Below the pillar of smoke, there was a huge mountain range that stretched across the desert, stretching from south to north for an unknown number of miles.

From afar, many of the peaks were spewing smoke and flames.

Flame Mountain!

This was the necessary route for the Great Desert to enter the core hinterland of the Western Region, and it was also a heavenly rift.

Beyond the Flaming Mountains was a vast and fertile basin.

Upon arriving here, the magic treasure flying ship that Wang Dust was piloting was like being stuck in a quagmire, the speed of its advancement dropping to an unbearable level, and the consumption of spirit stones from the built-in spell formations increasing drastically.

The altitude was also dropping downwards.

The environment of the Flame Mountain was extremely special, with a natural air ban, it was said that even giant immortal ships could not fly over it, and Jindan real people would have to obediently land when they arrived here.

Wang Chen was only a Purple Mantle cultivator, he was not arrogant enough to challenge the rules of heaven and earth, so he landed the flying ship on the sand and stowed it away.

He took out the Taixuan Mirage Dragon True Form Diagram and unfolded it, summoning the Great Green Donkey out.

“Aang-ang~”

The Great Green Donkey rolled on the ground and jumped up with an incomparably sharp leap.

Seeing Wang Dust again, it was very happy, shrieking and bouncing, wagging its tail and sticking out its wet tongue.

Wang Chuan disgustedly flicked the bastard’s head to one side, and then stuffed a large radish into its mouth.

This wasn’t an ordinary radish, it belonged to the Immortal Dietary Ingredients.

“Hyah!”

Wang Dust jumped onto the donkey’s back and patted the Big Green Donkey’s furry neck.

The latter chewed on the radish while spreading its hooves and darted forward, dust and smoke swirling behind its buttocks.

The speed is no less than a galloping horse.

This guy is also suffocating hard, after becoming the seat of Wang Dust, most of the time is sealed in the Taixuan Mirage Dragon True Form Figure, now there is a rare opportunity to have a good time, naturally, he is using all his strength to show his value.

Wang Chen carried with him the clan-issued two-domain map of geomancy, and although it was the first time he had come over, there was no possibility of getting lost.

The place he was going to now was Chituo City under the Flame Mountain.

If he wanted to cross the Flame Mountain, then he had to enter Chituo City.

There was a teleportation array in Chituo City, which could directly cross the Flaming Mountain and enter the western hinterland!

The big green donkey’s footsteps are extremely fast, just half a column of incense, it carries Wang dust appeared in the Red Buddha City.

Chituo City was built on the mountain, surrounded by countless sand dunes to the north, south and east, and its walls were made of fire calcined rock mined from the mountain, which looked like a burning wall of fire from afar.

When Wang Chen came over, a long camel caravan was entering the city.

This city on the edge of the desert was not the territory of the Sand Clan, it was actually a Buddhist city, the surface of the city wall was engraved with countless Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit, and it was said that there were more than a dozen temples in the city.

All of Wang Chen’s knowledge about Chituo City came from the information provided by the clan.

He followed the camel caravan and entered Chituo City.

There was one very special thing about Chituo City, that is, there was a city wall without a gate, and there was not a single person guarding the gate to protect the city.

Whether it was cultivators, mortals or monks, all could freely enter and exit the city.

And there was no need to pay any fees.

So when Wang Chen entered the city, no one came over to question him about his origins.

At this time the sky is already dark, Chituo city households are lit up, the most conspicuous is undoubtedly stands in the city Linglong Buddha Gate, which hangs under the eaves of the glazed lamps transmitting colorful spiritual light, looking exceptionally beautiful.

The streets and alleys are crowded with people, and stores and restaurants and hotels abound on the streets.

The pedestrians on the road were both sand people and monks, but ordinary people made up the majority.

As for Taoist cultivators like Wang Chuan, there were still many of them here, and they were not a rare sight.

The first impression that Chituo City gave Wang Dust was that it was rough and backward, yet quite tolerant.

He noticed that despite the general poverty of the people here, most of their complexions were calm and there was little hostility.

Quite interesting.