Ghost Gate Spirit Clan Camp
After several days of training, the injured disciples of the two sects have basically recovered, and they have already agreed to join forces to break into the Tsar City.
Jia Juesheng stood on the sand, looked back at the deserted desert, and couldn't help but sigh.
Pei Yuan, who was standing next to him, said: "Don't wait any longer. We have to believe in Zhufeng, and we must believe in Ziyang. They will definitely go to Tsar City."
Jia Juesheng nodded and said, "That's right. The desert ruins are so big. Finding someone is undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack. Instead of searching aimlessly, why don't we go to Tsar City and wait for them first."
The two turned and left. After walking a few steps, Jia Juesheng suddenly asked, "Who were you talking to last night?"
"Did you hear it wrong? Did I say anything last night? Why don't I remember it?" Pei Yuan's face changed slightly, and he asked with a smile without showing any panic.
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Jia Juesheng stopped asking further and said, "Maybe I'm worried about Ziyang's safety and have misconceptions. There have been too many strange things in the past few days, and I haven't had a good rest."
From Dou Kui chasing Zi Yang and others, to the inexplicable retreat of the crazy blood ants, to Hua Yao's resurrection from the dead, to the weird conversations in Pei Yuan's mouth, he still had no answer to each of these events.
This made the always cautious Jia Juesheng extremely confused. Why did Doukui only pursue Qiu Qianqian and Ziyang? What secrets do they have? What is the main reason for the retreat of the crazy blood ant colony? What are they afraid of? How did Hua Yao survive? Who is Pei Yuan talking to?
There is an unknown secret hidden behind everyone, and Jia Juesheng is no exception. If people don't want to tell, he can't force him to ask.
another place
Zi Yang was sitting on the sand with a haggard look and messy hair. Ever since he woke up drunk, he had been sitting there motionless, as if he had lost his soul.
"Uh-huh..."
There was a lazy voice behind him, and he blinked slightly, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
Zhufeng stretched his arms, yawned, and slowly opened his sleepy eyes.
When he saw Zi Yang sitting on the ground, he walked to his side and asked in a low voice: "Zi Yang, are you awake?"
Zi Yang turned to look at him and forced a smile: "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this question?"
Upon hearing this, Zhufeng scratched his cheek and said with an embarrassed smile, "I can't help it. I'm a bit of a drinker, but that doesn't stop me from being obsessed with fine wine."
Zi Yang smiled and said, "That's right. I've known you for so long, but I still don't know where your home is? Aren't your parents worried if you come out alone?"
"Home..." Zhufeng blinked his eyes lightly, smiled bitterly, and said, "My parents left early, and I am the only one at home, so I don't have a home."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up your sadness." Seeing that his face looked bad, Zi Yang apologized deeply.
Zhufeng looked sad and said with a forced smile: "Actually, it's nothing. People have to face reality. Without strength, you will never be able to protect yourself."
Ziyang stood up, patted the gravel on his body, and said with a bright smile: "Since you have chosen this path, you must go on bravely no matter what. Sadness cannot change anything. Only hard work can complete the transformation."
"Let's go Zhufeng."
Zhufeng said with confusion on his face: "Zi Yang, where are we going? Are we looking for Pei Yuan and the others?"
Ziyang thought for a moment and said, "I don't like the easy life, and I can't grow quickly under their protection, so I want to go to the Tsar City."
Zhufeng explained carefully: "A few days ago, I learned through divination that a divine sword would appear in the ruins of the desert. I don't know exactly where it is. It seems that the sword has not been completed yet, or it has not yet been completed. Just need the last step."
"Anyway, the location of the Divine Sword is uncertain. We should gain something by going to the Tsar City."
Zi Yang nodded, he was bound to get the divine sword that Zhufeng mentioned, and this was also the agreement between him and Xuan Yi.
The two of them walked not far when they saw Xian Qingyun from Jiange fighting with a tall man. Both of them were in the second realm of reincarnation, so the difference in strength should not be big.
However, Xian Qingyun's clothes were stained with blood, as if he had experienced a battle. He was beaten back by the big man and could barely hold on.
Not long after, there was a bang, and Xian Qingyun was hit in the chest by the big man's fist, sending him and his sword flying backwards.
Zheng!
The bloodstained sword edge was inserted into the sand, and blood beads slid down the blade.
Xian Qingyun struggled to get up with his hands on his chest, vomiting blood. The big man's punch was fierce and domineering. If he hadn't used his sword to block it and removed part of the force from the big man's fist, the internal organs in his body would have been shaken. broken.
Zhufeng watched for a while and hurriedly reminded: "Zi Yang, stop looking. Xian Qingyun from Jiange is not a good person. Let's leave quickly before they notice."
"Oh, okay!" Zi Yang immediately withdrew his gaze and planned to leave with Zhu Feng.
Since the last time he saved Lu Yangjie from Fei Xiaoyuan in the Zhuliu Mountains, he learned a lesson. He generally would not meddle in matters that had nothing to do with him.
Xian Qingyun grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and saw the gray-faced vulture coming towards him menacingly. In order to survive, he shouted to the two of them: "Don't leave, we are all disciples of Liangcheng, don't wait to die without saving them. "
The gray-faced vulture turned to look at Ziyang, Zhufeng, and then looked at Xian Qingyun, mockingly saying: "Xian Qingyun, you'd better accept your fate. It's already this time, and you still expect two ants from the airflow realm to save you. you?"
"Okay! Today, I will make it clear to you that I will kill them first in front of you, and then I will slowly torture you."
Seeing the big man walking in the distance, Zhufeng immediately said: "Zi Yang, that guy is coming, let's leave quickly."
Zi Yang smiled and explained: "No need. I was worried about not being able to find an opponent, so he came to my door. This is a good opportunity to improve my level."
Zhufeng tried to dissuade him: "Zi Yang! Are you crazy? With his thick fists, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand a few hits."
"It doesn't matter. Only fighting with this kind of people can stimulate the power in my body." After Ziyang finished speaking, he slowly walked towards the gray-faced eagle.
For him, the third level of Qi Liu was far from being qualified to compete head-on with Dou Kuei. In order to improve his level as quickly as possible, Zi Yang could only take risks and not miss any opportunity to fight against the monks in the reincarnation level.
"What a good boy! How dare you take the initiative to die, then I will send you on your way with one punch!"
When the gray-faced vulture saw that the ants in his eyes dared to step forward to provoke him, he looked like he didn't take him seriously, which completely pissed him off.
In the past, outside the ruins of the deserted sand, not to mention the monks who entered the flow realm, even those who were in the four realms of reincarnation had to be respectful when they saw him.
Now, how could he endure that an Airflow Realm monk dared to despise him so much?
When the two of them were only about ten steps away, the gray-faced vulture took two quick steps, then jumped forward, and struck at Ziyang's face with a fierce and powerful fist. He crossed his arms to block it in front of him.
boom!
The moment the two of them fought, Ziyang felt his arms go numb and his feet slid involuntarily on the sand.
After all, the two people's realms were too different. The gray-faced vulture's seemingly innocuous attack was like a towering mountain in Ziyang's eyes, and he couldn't resist it at all.
After leaving two conspicuous marks on the sand, Ziyang managed to stabilize his figure. A trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. Qi and blood flowed backwards in his body. His numb arms had not yet recovered.
It must be said that the gray-faced vulture looks dull and does not look like a scheming person, but its fists are really powerful.
The gray-faced vulture stretched its neck to take a closer look, and said with its mouth wide open: "Ah? It's a moment."
Xian Qingyun saw that Zi Yang had attracted the attention of the gray-faced vulture. He stood up slowly with his hands on his chest, bent down and leaned on his long sword, and left quietly.
Of course, the Gray-faced Eagle was not a fool. Although he was fighting Zi Yang, he was always paying attention to Xian Qingyun's every move.
Suddenly, he turned back sharply and said in a high-pitched voice: "Xian Qingyun! If you dare to take a step forward again, I will go over and kill you immediately!"
After Xian Qingyun heard what he said, he immediately stopped moving forward. At this moment, he was seriously injured and was no match for the Gray-faced Vulture. He could only wait for him to relax his vigilance and then find a way to escape.
As soon as the gray-faced eagle finished speaking, his back felt a slight pain, he made a dull sound, and leaned forward.
It was Zi Yang who took this opportunity to slap the gray-faced vulture on the back. Unfortunately, the gray-faced vulture had rough skin and thick flesh, so Zi Yang's palm could not cause any substantial harm to him.
"Huh?" Zi Yang was slightly startled when he saw no reaction from him.
However, at this moment, the gray-faced vulture slowly turned around and fixed its ruthless gaze on Ziyang.
Seeing that his face was full of anger, Zi Yang hurriedly took a few steps back, trying to distance himself from him as much as possible. A pair of thunder eyes emitted a faint silver light.
He knew that he couldn't defeat the big man in front of him, so he could only use Thunder Eyes to deal with him. This was the only method available to him now.
Xian Qingyun quietly turned back and looked at the gray-faced vulture, which was attacking with all its strength but had never touched the corner of Ziyang's clothes. He slowly turned around, staring at the gray-faced vulture, and gently raised his feet and stepped back.
Several disciples from the Sanwang Palace came from nowhere. One of them pointed at Xian Qingyun and shouted loudly: "Xian Qingyun is there, don't let him run away, chase him quickly!"
When Xian Qingyun heard the shouting, he was so frightened that he limped away with the long sword in his hand.
During this period, he kept taking out the pills from the Lingxuan bag and stuffing them into his mouth one by one. This was the result of many years of hard work and death for Jiange.
When a disaster was imminent, he did not care to cherish the hard-won elixir. The most important thing was to recover from his injuries and get out of the predicament.
The disciples of Sanwang Palace chased him while shouting: "Hurry, hurry, hurry! Hurry, hurry! Don't let Xian Qingyun run away."
The gray-faced eagle saw that there were only four Sanwang Palace disciples at the Reincarnation Realm chasing Xian Qingyun. He was worried that those few people would do something wrong and allow Xian Qingyun, who was seriously injured, to escape.
So, he knocked Ziyang away with one palm, and then chased Xian Qingyun as fast as he could, because killing him was Feijiu's order.
