Chapter 433: Devil's Wind

Anyway, the time for the opening of the tombs of immortals has not yet arrived, but there is a tendency to open slowly. Lin Lang simply agreed.
As for the devil wind ...
The old hunter briefly recounted with Lin Lang on the way. It turns out that the Devil's Wind is a unique geographical spectacle here, just like a desert storm, except that it is more powerful, and even the shallower trees will pass by wherever it goes. Stand up.
It can even be called a tornado, but the former is an indiscriminate sweep, while the latter is a tornado's path.
"If only these are the only ones, so they can only be called popularly called snowfield storms, but we are totally different here. Legend has it that the channel between the sun and the underworld is hidden in the devil's wind, and it is lifted by the legendary wind spirit Harpiee. , Harvest the extra lives in the sun for Pluto. "
Having said that, the old hunter could not help but snore.
Because he knows that there is a devil in the devil's wind! There have been thousands of deaths in villages and towns since ancient times. This number is scattered among generations, and dozens of people have died in the devil's wind in almost every generation. This is definitely an astronomical number for a village.
As long as the devil wind blows, no one can come out alive! This is probably the reason why the snowfield storm here has been called the devil wind.
"March and April each year is the most frequent period of the Devil Wind. As long as you go out and meet the basic death, there is no doubt that it is fortunate that the season has passed, otherwise I will not have the courage to hunt. In the winter, the Devil Wind will not trigger of."
The old hunter believed that.
The sky was bewildered, always in a half-dark and half-light moment, and the sky was low, as if the next moment was dawn.
In the far north, there seems to be a rainbow, like a bridge over the sky, spanning thousands of miles and mountains, without knowing where to start and where to end. A little closer to the sky is filled with colorful aurora, covering the entire sky, and the North Pole has already had a polar scenery before picking up the plane, which is very charming.
This is probably the only place in this icy snowfield that is worth intoxicating and nostalgic. I have seen it, and I believe I will never forget it for life.
The old hunter was accustomed to it, and said with a big grin: "What is this? It is just the most common polar scenery. Basically, you can see four or five times a month and thirty days." At that time, it was called the fairy to appear in the photo, and I went in with my own eyes. "
Speaking of which, the old hunter simply opened the box and eloquently introduced the local customs to Lin Lang: "The fairy is most interesting in the photo. In the sky, you can see several fairies in the mist taking a bath, bare shoulders in the water. It's playful, it's clear, it can be touched as if you reach out to a mirror. "
"The legendary place where the fairies live is called Fairy Lake, which is located deep in the glacier. Several Yankees explored there and took photos. Of course, this is just a rumor. No one can tell whether it is true or not."
"It's just that the beauty is that you can't see the fairies' appearance, and you can't see the part under the shoulders, but you can be sure that those with such white skin will not be ugly. Well, I recognize even the ugly girl." The old hunter regretted it.
"Oh? Anything funny?"
Lin Lang is interested. This kind of scene similar to the photo of time can only be qualified by certain cultivation of profound power, and imprints its own experience in the long time.
Because time can't obliterate their power. In addition, there is another possibility, that is, some strange places have similar effects, but the wonderful places that give birth to miracles are often accompanied by unimaginable opportunities.
"What is this? Although the fairy is hard to see in the picture, but it is not invisible, the chance of appearing is similar to the rainbow after the rain outside. The scene of a once-in-a-century encounter is more exciting than this. The vision is called Tianwai Fei Xian, for decades It can only happen once in hundreds of years. "
"I haven't seen it before." The old hunter shook his head. "These are legends that have been passed down from generation to generation. Maybe someone has seen them before, probably true."
The two were chatting and moving forward while Lin Lang took the opportunity to ask the old hunter about many local customs and legends. The village where the old hunter lives is called Belok. There are about one hundred families in the village, and nearly three hundred people live in this ice field for generations. They have hunted for generations.
On weekdays, every household will have enough dry meat, and the extra part will be exchanged for food in small towns hundreds of miles away.
The cooking smoke is small, the faint lights are like stars, and a faint square-shaped village is clearly visible. Lin Lang crossed the snow-capped mountains, and it was Belok village.
Ascend to the distance, overlook the Daxue Mountain at an altitude of nearly 1,000 meters, and there are other human villages near Belok Village. One of them is even larger than Belok Village, which can be called a small town. .
"There is the town of Moore, more than thirty miles away from our village. They are usually like us, hunting for a living." The old hunter narrowed his eyes to the distant village and continued: "It is said that the town is said to be It's very evil, and the folk customs are very tough. It often makes people's lives. Several villagers have never returned before doing business. Later, their family members did not help.
The old hunter's helpless staller, although it is still in Siberia, is the northernmost region. It is completely no matter the area. Occasionally, the local police station who died sometimes opened his eyes and closed his eyes.
Who can tell if they died in the hands of humans or were swallowed by ferocious wolves, not even a body could be found.
"Is it Mole town?" Lin Lang muttered, an unbuttoned jacket hunting in the north wind. When he looked in the direction of Moore town, there was always an indescribable feeling, and it could not be said that The resistance, in short, makes him look awkward.
This feeling really cannot be described.
"got windy."
Lin Lang raised his hand gently, a breeze slipped away from his fingers, and the snow drifted around him. He gently squeezed a snowflake, and the temperature of his fingertips melted into water traces, just like the layout of the town of Namur, showing a shape of six petals.
If you look closely, in fact, Belok Village is almost the shape of snowflakes, just four snowflakes. "It seems that Devil's Wind rages through the entire ice field, but these villages are often unharmed, which is absolutely no coincidence."
Lin Lang's eyes flashed.
Just then, the old hunter was blown by a sudden gust of wind, and he was covered with snow. "His grandma, this wind is really evil, and almost got me to the bottom of the cliff."
"The strength of this wind is almost catching up with the Devil Wind, and it can blow people away. Fortunately, most of the Devil Wind appears in the spring, and now basically no Devil Wind will appear this season ..." The old hunter sipped, Looking up, his face suddenly changed.
"This, this ... this is ..."
The north wind whistled, and the sound grew louder and louder, as if the giant beast in the fury roared, deafening.
"Really devil's wind!"
The old hunter was wrapped in warm cotton clothing all over his body, but at this moment it was cold from head to toe. Because in front of me, a snow curtain of nearly ten miles wide came on, covering the sky and covering the sky, mixed with bursts of overcast wind and anger, sand and stones mixed with leaves, forming bursts of whistling sounds, like countless devil whispers.
Devil's Wind!
No one of the scariest natural disasters on the ice field!
It's over!
The old hunter suddenly slumped, and his eyes were full of despair. No one could resist the power of the Devil's Wind. Even if he was lucky, he would not be killed. When the wind stopped, it would be buried deep in the snow. No chance of surviving.
"This wind is terrifying."
Lin Lang also frowned, and the devil's wind in front of him could at least catch up to the tenth typhoon. I really can't figure out why these villages are still safe under the devil's wind that rages a dozen times a year.
But at this time, it is not the time to think about these things. Devil's Wind is already carrying a terrible thrust. The old hunter only felt the strong wind, and the soft snowflakes were like sharp blades at this moment, cutting his skin inch by inch.
Suddenly, the squall suddenly stopped.
All the effects are resisted by a layer of light film. Lin Lang and the old hunter are wrapped in it. No matter how the devil wind rages outside, the two of them are as stable as a mountain.
On the snowy field raging by the wind, the mask is absolutely the only pure land, completely out of step with the violent air of the outside world.
"The Winter God is manifesting again."
The old hunter bowed his head and treated Lin Lang and the only life-saving straw as a fairy. In his cognition, it is only the winter in mythology that can achieve this level.
Although it is very clear that Lin Lang is not a winter Urel, but there should be only one of the most appropriate adjectives in his memory. After five or seven or eight minutes, Devil's Wind has completely passed through this area.
for a long time.
The wind finally stopped.
Lin Lang stood with his hands on his hands, and the external light film gradually dissipated from the highest point. The old hunter suddenly felt like the rest of his life after a calamity, collapsed to the ground with one butt, and could not get up again.
The surrounding was a messy, disc-shaped small piece of ice, and the snow mounds formed by a lot of snow. The tall trees had disappeared.
After the storm, it was almost shocked to be destroyed.
At this moment, Lin Lang's eyes suddenly shrank.
"How could this be?"
Lin Lang looked around blankly.
Before the devil's wind came, he was still standing on the top of the snow-capped mountains overlooking the Wanli Icefield, but at this moment, there was a plain in front of him, and the smoke in front of him was dim, and the prototype of a village was faintly visible. It is no longer the original standing position.
Obviously there was no movement in the mask, but looking back, looking up, the far distance was the Daxue Mountain where the two were standing!
Unknowingly, the raging wind has already moved the two to the ice field ten miles away!
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