This world is dying.
Qin Ze, a world hunter, can feel the wail of the world's will.
Qin Ze asked the leading Sha Zhenzhu: "Do you have hunters in your world?"
Shu Shu asked in confusion: "Hunter? What is that?"
Qin Ze frowned.
A civilization without hunters but with nine-level peak warriors.
Undoubtedly, it is another deformed world.
Qin Ze thought of the oracle that helped the steel melters to establish a martial arts system.
Could the god of the sand tribe also be a strange beast suppressed by the sword holder?
By chance, he got the authority related to the god of machinery.
Help the Shu Shu tribe to establish a martial arts system to help them escape from the predicament.
The oracle of fate, whose quality is so poor, really doesn't work, but once it works, it sends the five elements flying swords to the front one after another.
Qin Ze secretly asked Miss Jian Xia: "Do you feel the breath of the child?"
Miss Jian Xia replied: "No, it's dead here."
Maybe it's too far, maybe Miss Jian Xia's baby is really not here.
After walking in the desert for a while, a square came into view.
The square covers an area of about 300 square meters. There are stone pillars several dozen meters high at the four corners. Strange patterns and patterns are engraved on the surface, like the totem of the rat tribe.
"Senior, this is the entrance to the underground city."
Qin Ze and Sha Zhenzhu stood on a circle with a diameter of several dozen meters in the center of the square. The pattern in the circle was a white mechanical gear.
Qin Ze carefully observed the pattern of the stone pillar again, which was quite similar to the divine pattern of the God of Machinery.
Various details are revealing that this world has a deep connection with the God of Machinery.
Shushu explained: "The surface is too hot, the highest temperature during the day can reach 200 degrees Celsius."
"It's okay for warriors, but ordinary people can't bear it."
"So hundreds of years ago, the Sand Clan all moved underground."
The King of Dharma said in the local area network: "No problem, Shushu has to live in a place where there is no light, which fits my stereotype of Shushu."
Sha Zhenzhu said: "Senior, stand up, we will enter the underground city now."
As she spoke, Sha Zhenzhu gently leaned on the ground with the staff in her hand, and the patterns on the four stone pillars in the square slowly lit up from the bottom until the entire stone pillar was lit up.
The huge gear under Qin Ze's feet began to glow, and a strong sense of weightlessness came with it.
A white transparent gear carried Qin Ze and his group down at a very fast speed, which was dozens of times faster than a traditional elevator.
In just a few breaths, they descended hundreds of meters underground.
Gradually, the gear began to slow down and stopped in a square "matchbox".
Sand Pearl said: "Senior, we are in the underground city."
As the door of the matchbox opened, a wide and bustling street came into view.
To Qin Ze's surprise, the underground city was not as dark and cramped as he had imagined, but as bright as the daytime.
Qin Ze looked up and saw a huge ball of light suspended above the prosperous city.
Sha Pearl explained: "That is the sun given to us by the gods. With this sun, we can still enjoy the sunshine even if we are underground."
Qin Ze narrowed his eyes and saw the countless tangled black silk threads in the ball of light.
The magician said: "It looks like a large light bulb, and there is no technological content."
The Lord of Mist said: "A light bulb that can illuminate an entire city, you tell me there is no technological content?"
Walking out of the matchbox, Qin Ze heard an emotionless synthetic electronic voice.
[Sand Tribe No. 1 Underground City, welcome to your arrival]
Pearl continued to explain like a tour guide: "Underground City No. 1 is the original underground city, and it is also the largest underground city. It is the center of all underground cities, and the temple is located here."
Qin Ze walked on the flat road, with a wide variety of shops on both sides, and various male and female rats could be seen.
The architectural style of the Sand Tribe is very similar to that of the Blue Flame Tribe, and they like various domes and pointed roofs.
Qin Ze, walking on this central street, naturally became the most handsome guy. The rats passing by, regardless of gender, age or young, all stared at him curiously, wondering where this hairless rat came from.
But when they saw several temple guards around Qin Ze, they all retracted their gazes and couldn't afford to offend him.
Pearl on the side was always secretly observing Qin Ze's reaction, fearing that this big guy would be unhappy and fight.
Fortunately, Qin Ze did not overreact to the curious eyes of the Sand Tribe people around him, which made Pearl feel a lot more relaxed.
In fact, while Shushu was observing Qin Ze, Qin Ze was also observing them.
The strength of the Sand Clan can only be said to be average, and most of the people on the street are ordinary people, and the warriors are all at the beginner level.
Strong people like Zhenzhu seem to have been absorbed by the temple long ago..
Sha Zhenzhu led Qin Ze all the way to the end of the Central Street, and then began to go uphill.
Qin Ze could clearly feel the presence of a forbidden array nearby.
Unless someone like Sha Zhenzhu was familiar with this place, a stranger who broke in and made a wrong step would trigger the ban here.
After reaching the top of this man-made mountain, Qin Ze saw a majestic temple.
But the strange thing was that although it was a temple dedicated to the God of Sand, Qin Ze did not see a statue of the God of Sand.
In front of the gate of the temple, an elderly rat with a hunchback was waiting here.
"Welcome, guest from afar."
The old man had a kind face and smiled at Qin Ze.
Sha Zhenzhu beside him introduced: "This is the great elder of the temple."
Qin Ze said: "Human, sword cultivator Lin Zhiyuan."
The old man also inadvertently saw Miss Jianxie behind Qin Ze: "Mr. Sword Cultivator, please come in."
Sha Zhenzhu took a step back: "Senior, the great elder will accompany you next, I have to hand over the task."
Qin Ze nodded: "Thank you for the trouble along the way."
The Sand Clan is really the most polite civilization Qin Ze has ever encountered.
Their kind of politeness is always shown inadvertently.
Qin Ze followed the great elder into the temple.
The hall of the temple is slightly inferior to the Demon Suppression Hall, but it is still magnificent.
There are no statues in the hall either, and there is a piece of writing written in the mouse language on the wall.
Qin Ze used Key Ji to translate it, and the meaning of the words is-thank you for everything given by the Sand God.
"Please sit down."
The great elder and Qin Ze sat face to face in a reception room.
"Your Excellency is extraordinary. It is an honor for the Sand Clan to have an encounter with a strong man like you."
The elder did not have the airs of a superior, and gave people the feeling that he was chatting with an old man at the entrance of the village.
Qin Ze: "You are too kind."
The old man was also at the peak of the ninth level, infinitely close to a demigod.
If it was Lao Dao, three swords would almost be enough to chop the opponent down.
The elder poured Qin Ze a cup of green Sand Clan tea. After Qin Ze thanked him, he told him the questions in his mind along the way.
"The nobles believe in the Sand God, why didn't I see the statue of the Sand God along the way?"
(Tired, that's all for today, please give me some free electricity)