The vast Gobi desert is filled with wind and sand.
When the wind and sand recede, you can vaguely see a blurry figure lying in the dunes.
A long sword was inserted diagonally into the sand. The blood in the blade had not yet solidified and was sliding along the blade.
The corpses lay scattered on the gravel, with sharp swords piercing their bodies and being chopped in half with long knives. They looked as ferocious as evil ghosts in hell.
His face was covered with bloodstains, his limbs were broken, and blood dripped from the wounds. The bloody death was extremely tragic, and a strong fishy smell spread to all sides.
A red ant with a blood-red body and the size of a pea was lying on a piece of gravel, sensing the surrounding environment with its tentacles.
When it sensed the smell of blood, the slender antennae of the red ant suddenly stood upright and shook a few times quickly. It raised its two front legs and used its four hind legs to maintain a semi-standing posture.
The two blood-red tentacles were shaking constantly, and the blood pupils on both sides of the tentacles were emitting red light as they twisted their bodies and looked left and right.
After a moment, it immediately began to call its companions through its tentacles, and a pair of broad, sickle-shaped jaws opened and closed.
Not long after, many red ants emerged from under the gravel and gathered around it. Their erect tentacles trembled slightly from time to time.
The red ant standing on the gravel landed on its six legs and climbed down. The red ants crowded together immediately made way for it.
Led by the first red ant, they surged like a tide and rushed toward the smelly sand dunes.
Soon, the body lying in the sand dunes was invaded by red ants, and the body was covered with red ants.
Within a few breaths, a white skeleton had been formed, without a trace of blood.
To put it bluntly, the gnawing ability of the red ant colony was like a sharp weapon specially used to remove flesh and blood. More than two hundred corpses were all turned into bones in less than half a quarter of an hour.
Moreover, some of the smooth and white bones showed signs of being chewed. This was nothing. They lifted the bones on the gravel and turned their four hind legs as fast as a wheel.
Not long after, a whirlpool of quicksand suddenly appeared in the sand, and the white bones were gradually submerged along with the red ants.
The quicksand whirlpool disappeared, not only the bones, weapons, clothes, but also the blood stains in the gravel disappeared.
The originally convex hills have become flat at this moment. They no longer have the majestic undulations of the past. They are like a row of teeth that suddenly fell out. It looks a bit awkward.
The messy battlefield was restored to its original state under the "cleaning" of the red ant colony.
What is even more rare is that the flat sand is connected to the surrounding sand dunes again before long. This is the terrifying ability of red ants and their cruel methods.
Of course, the bones carried away by the red ants were the disciples of Sanwang Palace, Jiange Pavilion and Daofu.
The two forces were fighting here, and no one got any advantage. The Sanwang Palace lost more than a hundred people, and the two major sects of Jiange and Daofu together also lost hundreds of people.
another place
On the flat sand, ten people, Qilong, Qiliang, Ziyang, Huayao, Qiu Qianqian, Jia Juesheng, Zhufeng, Pei Yuan, Xiaohai, and Fei Xiaoyuan, gathered together and were discussing the next route.
The Spirit Clan disciples led by Lu Yu have been following behind the Ghost Clan disciples. The two teams are a hundred steps apart. The Ghost Clan people rest where they are, and the Ling Clan people also stop and rest. When the Ghost Clan people leave, the Ling Clan people also stop. Follow along.
In order to prevent misunderstandings between the two parties, Lu Yu also specifically told the spiritual disciples not to cross the hundred-step red line, otherwise, there will be consequences.
Although the Ziyang people who walked with Jia Juesheng were not of high level, in Lu Yu's view, they were extremely dangerous.
Birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups, and even if Jia Juesheng is like this, the people who are with him will definitely be the same. Once they feel a sense of crisis, and the two sides fight over this, the Spirit Clan will suffer.
He, Lu Yu, is not a good person, but he is not a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong. The leader of the Spirit Clan treats him well, and it is his duty to protect the disciples of the Spirit Clan.
Ghost camp
Qi Long held the wine pot in his hand and said with a sad look on his face: "It's been several days and I still haven't seen the disciples from the other three sects. I'm always a little worried."
Zi Yang nodded and affirmed: "The longer the time drags on, the worse it will be for us."
Qiu Qianqian looked directly into Ziyang's eyes and said with a smile, "That's not certain."
Pei Yuan said directly: "That's right. Zi Yang has just entered the air flow realm, and his combat power has naturally improved slightly. But if we want to sit back and relax and successfully get out of the desert ruins, time is really important to us."
Zi Yang immediately said: "You must not praise me. Compared with you people from the four realms of Qi Liu, I am still far behind."
"It's not far, it's not far." Zhufeng took a sip of wine and said in a tone of approval.
Qilong and Qiliang brothers had never seen Ziyang's true strength and didn't say much.
Hua Yao looked at Zi Yang and asked curiously: "Are you very powerful?"
Zi Yang said: "Don't listen to their nonsense. I know how much I weigh."
Jia Juesheng smiled and said: "Zi Yang, you are too humble. This is not what you were like when you were in Wu Zhengzhen."
"Yes, yes. Brother Ziyang is very powerful." Xiao Hai nodded in praise.
Seeing that they were all praising Ziyang, Fei Xiaoyuan's face froze and he suddenly said: "Don't just praise him. I'm also in the airflow realm. Why don't you praise me? I'm also very strong. I’m also working hard to improve.”
When he said this, Qiliang waved his folding fan lightly and said immediately: "Yes, yes, yes. The young master is young and promising, and he will definitely have a bright future in the future."
After Qi Liang finished speaking, Ziyang and others also praised Fei Xiaoyuan a few words, and then a smile gradually appeared on his little face.
Getting back to the topic, Qilong took out a map of the desert ruins and placed it in front of everyone.
He pointed to a castle surrounded by sand dunes on the map and said: "Tsar City is the destination of our trip."
Qiliang closed his folding fan and said solemnly: "The Tsar City is strange and unpredictable. The last time the sect master came, he searched here dozens of times but could not find any trace of the Tsar City."
"Ah?" Fei Xiaoyuan said in shock: "Can a castle still have legs and run away?"
The others in Ziyang were also deeply confused. This was the first time they heard of such an unbelievable thing.
Jia Juesheng looked at the map and analyzed: "The castle you are talking about is connected by sand dunes on all sides. It is easy to get in, but it is difficult to get out. If we don't do it right, our entire army will be annihilated."
Zi Yang, who had never been to the desert, asked: "Why? This castle looks very ordinary. Is it as scary as you said?"
Qilong and Qiliang brothers nodded slowly. They did not directly tell the danger level of Tsar City, but stared at Jia Juesheng, wanting to hear his understanding.
Jia Juesheng looked at Ziyang and asked with a smile: "No one lives here, and a castle appears for no reason. Don't you think something is wrong?"
Zi Yang opened his eyes slightly and said with a solemn expression: "You mean, this Tsar City is a trap?"
"I'm sure that our current whereabouts have been exposed." Jia Juesheng pointed to the castle on the map and said with certainty: "When we get here, the Tsar City will definitely be there."
Qi Liang said seriously: "Yes, what Jia Juesheng said is accurate. In fact, when we stepped into the Glow Gate and came here, they already knew our traces."
Zhufeng moved the wine bottle from his mouth and asked, "What exactly are they you are referring to?"
Qilong and Qiliang brothers looked at each other and said together: "Crazy blood ant colony!"
Pei Yuandao: "Crazy blood ant colony? The crazy blood ant colony that Xuan Yi once talked about in the ghost gate?"
Qi Long took a few sips of wine and said seriously: "Almost every sand dune in the desert ruins is a trap set by the crazy blood ant colony."
"The gravel beneath the dunes has long been hollowed out by them."
Zi Yang was puzzled: "Since there is a cave down here, why did Master Fei miss it?"
Qi Liang smiled helplessly and said: "The crazy blood ant colony is very cunning. They can hollow out the sand dune and naturally fill it up. This is the reason why the sect master failed."
"For all these years, no one knows where the real burrow of the Mad Blood Ant colony is."
"Even if you destroy one cave, they can build ten, hundreds more underground."
Jia Juesheng and Pei Yuan turned their attention to Zhufeng, who also understood what they meant. He spread his hands and said, "It's useless for you to look at me. The crazy blood ants know where we are going, even if I know their Wherever the main cave is, they have time to move.”
"Also! Divination consumes a lot of my energy, which is very tiring."
In order to prevent Jia Juesheng and others from asking endless questions, he had to immediately admit the hidden dangers of divination.
Jia Juesheng stared into Zhufeng's eyes and said, "Then how many times can you count in a day?"
"A maximum of three divination times a day is my limit." Seeing everyone's expectant eyes, Zhufeng couldn't bear to lie to them, so he only said two or three times less.
After all, he would not be so stupid as to exhaust his body's fluids and fall into a coma just for the sake of divination.
Qilong said: "I'll give you some more medicinal materials to warm and nourish the river basin. Can you do some more divination?"
Zhufeng shook his head and waved his hand, refusing: "It's useless, it's useless."
Qiliang stared at Zhufeng who looked calm and said tentatively: "Then I'll give you some more Zui Meng Wuyou wine."
Hearing this, Zhufeng looked stern and asked with a smile: "One more divination, and you will have to give me a jar of Drunken Dreams and Worry-free. Otherwise, I won't accept this deal."
Qi Liang didn't dare to make the decision, so he could only look at Qi Long on one side, who frowned slightly and seemed to have difficulty making a decision.
Qi Liang discussed with him: "We really don't have much Zuimeng Wuyou in our hands. If you do some more fortune-telling, I'll give you half of it. What do you think?"
"When I return to the Ghost Sect, I will report this matter to the sect master. By then, I believe the sect master will give you more jars of drunken dreams and worry-free ones."
When Ziyang saw Zhufeng's hesitation, he couldn't stand it anymore and said in a slightly unhappy tone: "Zhufeng, you have helped us so much, so please stop hesitating."
Zhufeng stared at Qiliang, nodded and said: "Okay! You can keep Zuimeng Wuyou for now. As for the divination, I will do my best."
With Ziyang's words, he stopped thinking about the wine and agreed immediately.
