风卷残沙,扑面如刃。
李辰眯眼望向张玄杖尖所指,那沙丘在夕阳下拉长影踪,仿佛一条潜伏的黄龙。他喉中沙粒磨砺,伸手抹去额上尘土,苏薇紧随身侧,扫描仪嗡鸣作响。张玄拐杖叩地,发出闷响,打破戈壁死寂。
“离体祭坛,就在那影下。”张玄声音低沉,如古钟余韵,“八体之枢,风沙掩之,非乾力不可探。”
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