Douluo: The blue phoenix cries loudly, and the wind whistles through the air

Wu Qi sighed but did not speak.

Something else must have happened that forced the angel god to destroy this group of evil spirit masters at the cost of burying the entire city.

Murals are the best means and method for recording history. Text may be lost, but paintings will not.

The truth of history can be influenced by the mindset of the recorder.

However, judging from the style of these murals, the painters must have approved of the angels' actions.

The fact that they would condone eliminating evil spirit masters at the cost of civilians shows how ruthless these evil spirit masters are!
Unfortunately, there are only murals here, no treasures.

Chen walked forward on his own, urging, "Let's go. What's the point of studying history for people like us?"

But it wasn't a complete loss.

At least after returning, Wu Qi can compile the history of this place into a book and include it in the library of the Spirit Hall for future generations to read.

The only pity is that the name of this kingdom is not available, so it has to be replaced by other means.

As for the unknown details, they can only be found in the ancient books of the Spirit Hall.

After walking for a while, the group emerged from the pipes and arrived at the outskirts of the city.

It was already evening, and darkness was approaching.

Wu Qi always felt that this place would be buried by sand again after dark.

Gold and silver treasures were not what he needed; obtaining a scepter of dubious origin was a gain in itself.

However, Chen was unusually obsessed with the treasure and tried to return to the city to participate in the fight for it.

Hunter pointed to the ruins of a house not far away and laughed, "The person who was able to leave the mural in the pipes must have been extremely familiar with the city's terrain, especially the pipe system."

"If my guess is correct, then there is a very high probability that this person lives in the wooden house outside the pipe."

After the entire city was buried by sand, the wooden houses could not bear the weight and collapsed.

Most importantly, would someone who knows the kingdom's history over the past hundred years, especially about the royal family, be an ordinary person?
The painters were either court historians or members of the royal family!

How could someone like that not possess a treasure?

"So, go search under the ruins. If there's treasure, take it; if not, let's leave."

Upon hearing this, Chen Nan rushed forward first, and Qian Gu Chang Kong and Chen Ping followed suit.

Wu Qi and Hunter stood still, without making any move.

"You don't want the treasure? Once we get out, all of this will be your wealth," Hunter asked with a smile.

Wu Qi shrugged. "Human greed is limitless. Even after finding a hundred gold soul coins, people still want more."

"In a team, someone always has to stay clear-headed and lend a hand to others when necessary."

Hunter smiled calmly, neither confirming nor denying.

……

As the evening breeze rose, it stirred up a fine dust cloud, carrying with it the stench of blood, which rushed towards us.

They were lucky; there was indeed some treasure beneath the wooden hut, mostly dusty gold and silver, and a few jewels.

Chen was enjoying himself immensely, carrying a large amount of gold in a bundle without feeling the weight; instead, his face was full of smiles.

Wu Qi urged, "Let's go. It's getting dark, and we won't be able to see the surrounding situation clearly in time, which could bring unnecessary danger."

"Go up first, and if this place hasn't been buried by dawn, it won't be too late to come down."

Having made a profit, Mr. Chen naturally had no objections.

But when they reached the edge of the city and arrived at the sand dunes, they were suddenly faced with a dilemma.

When they come down, they can slide down the curve of the sand dune to the ground.

However, the sand is soft and slippery, making it difficult to climb uphill. The slope is over a hundred meters high, and even a powerful warrior like Contra without the ability to fly would find it difficult to leap to the top of the sand dune.

Mr. Chen was greatly alarmed, but he was finally willing to believe that something was strange about this place.

Fortunately, Wu Qi possesses the ability to fly, allowing him to pick everyone up one by one.

On the vast sandy land, their previous tents were still there, but there were signs that they had been visited, and a lot of the food inside the tents had been stolen.

Ms. Chen cursed this incessantly, but then, remembering the gold and silver valuables in her possession, she couldn't help but start counting them.

Both Qian Gu Chang Kong and Chen Ping reaped considerable rewards, with a combined total value of over ten thousand gold soul coins.

Why not take free money?

Wu Qi couldn't help but tease, "Are you planning to carry them all the way, or put them in a soul tool?"

Chen had already guessed their origins. If he put them into the soul tool, wouldn't that be an admission of guilt?

Carrying heavy gold and silver jewelry would certainly slow down their pace during the rest of the journey.

The two scratched their heads and couldn't help but say, "At worst, we can just break up with her. Anyway, we know which way to go from here."

Wu Qi shook his head.

It's not the right time to disband the team yet.

Most exiles went to the capital for the treasures, and there was little fighting among them when no treasures appeared.

But the oasis is completely different.

Over the centuries, countless Soul Masters have been banished to the Lost Canyon.

The oasis has limited carrying capacity and cannot support so many people.

Most importantly, they didn't know how big the oasis was!
If it's large enough and has enough resources, then it's fine.

Conversely, exiles will fight each other constantly for survival.

With the situation unclear, having an additional strong player increases the chances of victory.

Wu Qi didn't think that the Shahua Mandala could be obtained so easily.

Otherwise, why would the Hall of Offerings lower the requirements to the point that obtaining just one leaf would be considered passing the test?
……

Many exiles had already seized the treasures, but just as they were about to leave, they were blocked by the sand dunes in front of them.

It should be noted that not every Soul Master with the ability to fly can reach the same level of advancement as Wu Qi.

Among these exiles, Soul Kings and Soul Emperors are only a minority; most Soul Venerables and Soul Sect-level flying Soul Masters can only fly at a height of fifty meters, which is far from enough to escape.

In order to leave, the exiles had to return to the city and build a ramp out using materials salvaged from buildings.

In the early hours of the morning, a great storm broke out.

The sandstorm that had disappeared for a day returned once more, and the sandstorm completely obscured the view ahead.

Wu Qi and the others in the tent sensed something was wrong and quickly scattered in all directions.

Qian Gu Chang Kong and Chen Ping quickly stored the gold and silver treasures into their soul tools. They hadn't run far when a vortex appeared on the ground and swallowed their tent.

The five people ran to a safe area, quickly regrouped, and looked at the huge collapse in front of them, feeling as if they had survived a disaster.

In the city below, a sand dune over a hundred meters high collapsed with a roar, flooding the city.

Of the exiles, only a small fraction survived after discarding their valuables.

All the rest of the people were buried in the sea of ​​sand.

All of this happened too suddenly; many exiles were still fighting in the city and had no chance to react! (End of Chapter)