After Huayao left, Ziyang trapped himself in the Samana, while studying and carefully making the silk mask.
After several failures, he also mastered some skills. He folded up the silk, and then used both palms to push out the fluid in his body. The squeezed silk gradually melted together under the pressure of the fluid.
Zi Yang looked at the flat and smooth silk surface with no gaps, and nodded with great satisfaction. Then, he used his hand as a knife and scratched a few times on both sides of the silk.
Soon, the two extra pieces of silk were cut off, and the shape of the mask's ear straps was completed.
He held the mask with both hands, pulled on the elastic silk ear straps, and said with a smile: "The size should be just right. I'm sure she will like it."
After saying that, Zi Yang put the snow-white silk mask into the watershed, patted the gravel on his body, and walked out of the sand gate.
When he saw the dry sand in front of him, his expression changed slightly, and he always felt something was wrong. He still remembered that when Hua Yao left, the sand was extremely wet, and if he stepped on it, he would definitely leave footprints.
But now, the footprints left by Hua Yao are still there, but they have become very hard.
Zi Yang scratched his head in confusion and asked, "How long has it been? Can the sand absorb water so well? Is the ground so dry in just a quarter of an hour?"
He only knew that he was not tired and felt that only a quarter of an hour had passed. However, he did not know that during the time he was in the Samana, several days had passed in the outside world.
Of course, he was in the blood ant nest, and his mind was entirely on the silk mask, and he had no idea how much time had passed.
Suddenly, he smelled an elegant aroma. He straightened the tip of his nose and sniffed hard.
"Jasmine scent? No, where does the jasmine scent come from?" He frowned slightly, quickly took off his mask, and smelled the smell around him.
But unfortunately, as soon as the mask was taken off, the scent of jasmine disappeared instantly. After a brief thought, he fixed his gaze on the silk mask in his hand.
He slowly raised his arm and deeply smelled the faint jasmine fragrance in the mask. His face gradually became serious and his eyes narrowed into slits.
Not long after, Zi Yang put on the black silk mask again and walked quickly towards a dim passage. Naturally, the path he chose was completely opposite to that of Hua Yao before.
After all, for him, enjoying the tense atmosphere of adventure is the most important thing. Another thing is that he doesn't like to follow other people's paths, he wants to follow his own path.
No matter how bitter, tiring, or difficult the path he chooses is, he will try his best to go on it. No matter what the outcome is, he will not regret it, because this is his choice.
Ziyang's character, to put it mildly, is very perseverant. If he wants to do something, he will never give up easily. To put it badly, he is too stubborn and stubborn and will never look back until he hits a wall.
Passing through the dark passage, Ziyang suddenly heard screams. He followed the screams to a place that was open in all directions, spacious and bright, similar to the interior of a castle.
There are many passages around, probably dozens of them, located on the lowest level. The interior space of the sand cave is large, circular, and divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.
The sand door is located above the passage, and candles are hung on the sand door and the sand wall of the passage.
A disciple of the ghost sect who was born in the fifth realm of reincarnation was cut in half, and the sand was covered with blood.
Ziyang looked up at the Samana Corridor on the second floor and saw Wu Sword Taisho fighting with five disciples of the Ghost Sect in the fourth and fifth realms of reincarnation, and beating each other to defeat.
In the blink of an eye, several screams rang out, the sand guardrail was knocked open, blood spattered, and five Ghost Sect disciples were chopped to the ground from the corridor on the second floor.
Wu Dao jumped down with a blood-stained long knife in his big hand. He squatted down and took out several divine source stones, herbs, elixirs and other valuable items from the clothes on the chests of several people.
Ziyang stood in the distance, silently watching this scene and thought to himself, I asked him why he would kill the people from the ghost gate, it turned out to be for the treasure.
General Wu Dao put the harvest into the Lingxuan bag, and then turned his attention to the corpse in front of Zi Yang. He walked over and found a few pills from the corpse, and nodded with a smile of great satisfaction.
Just as he turned to leave, he slowly turned around and stared at the man wearing a black mask in Qi Liu Bajing behind him with some confusion.
Because Ziyang's face was covered by a mask, and all the face under his eyes was covered, Wu Daodao couldn't recognize him even in his first year.
The blood marks on the blade fell drop by drop along the blade. Wu Daoda slowly turned around and asked contemptuously like a superior: "Which sect is it from?"
Zi Yang smiled coldly and asked arrogantly: "Which sect are you from?"
Wu Daoda's expression changed slightly, and he looked up and down at the man in black clothes and a mask in front of him.
Obviously, he couldn't believe that a boy from the eighth level of Qi Liu dared to talk to him like this.
You know, this was after he had just killed a few people from the Ghost Sect, and the boy in black happened to see this scene. Instead of being afraid, he looked calm and composed, which made him a little Curious.
Wu Daoda stared at him for a while and seemed to recognize Zi Yang. He slowly turned sideways and said with a faint smile: "Who did I think it was? It turns out to be you."
"Oh? Do you know me?" Zi Yang smiled, the mask at the corner of his mouth moved slightly, and asked with interest.
Zheng!
Wu Daoda held the handle of the knife with his backhand, inserted the long knife in his palm into the ground, and said with a smile: "You are not a disciple of Liangcheng."
Zi Yang asked casually: "How did you know? Is it just because I'm not wearing the clothes of a Liangcheng disciple?"
"I haven't finished speaking yet. Although you are not a disciple of Liangcheng, you came to the ruins of the desert with the people from the Ghost Sect. Am I right?" Wu Daoda patted the gravel on his clothes and looked at the corners of his eyes. He glanced at the surrounding passages with his peripheral vision, seeming to be looking for something.
"That's right!" Now that he was recognized, Zi Yang did not continue to hide it. He changed the subject, pointed at the body on the sand, and said with slight dissatisfaction: "It would be too cruel to kill people and silence them just for some money. ?”
Wu Daoda said naturally: "They are looking for death without knowing the truth. I can only reluctantly send them on their way."
"Besides, in this path of cultivation, either you die or I die. Who dares to say that he has never killed anyone?"
I have to say that what he said makes sense. A weak person fights for treasures with a strong person regardless of life and death. Even if he dies, he will die unjustly and does not deserve sympathy at all.
But this was just Wu Daoda's one-sided statement. Whatever he said was what he said, because the corpses on the sand would not contradict him.
After hearing what he said, Zi Yang couldn't help but sarcastically said: "I originally thought that although your methods were cruel, you were still a man. What surprised me was that instead of being a tough guy, you are actually a coward."
In his opinion, the dead disciples of the Ghost Sect naturally knew Wu Daoda's strength, and they would not risk their lives to steal his things.
The only way to explain this is that both parties obtained treasures from the Samana, but Wu Daoda was motivated by wealth, killed them all, and then took away the treasures from them.
"Tough guy? Coward?" Wu Daoda sneered: "Is this important? The weak can just die quietly. Only the strong deserve to live in this world."
Zi Yang said casually: "Oh? I remember there was a man with a sword beside you, what? You couldn't have killed him, right?"
As soon as he said this, Wu Daoda immediately turned his head and gave him a cold look, with some murderous intent hidden in his eyes.
No one knew about the fact that he killed Limiao. Ziyang suddenly mentioned this matter, which made Wu Daoda very worried, so it was difficult to restrain the murderous intention in his heart.
Seeing Wu Daoda's strange expression, he smiled and said, "Did I guess it right? You don't want to kill me to silence me, right?"
"You and I have no grievances, why should I kill you?" Wu Daoda suppressed the anger in his heart and put on a very easy-going look.
He knew that the woman in white walking with Zi Yang was difficult to deal with. Zi Yang must be relying on someone to be so unscrupulous.
Although he didn't feel anyone else's presence around him, judging from Ziyang's fearless attitude, he could conclude that the woman in white must be nearby.
Although Wu Daoda wanted to kill Zi Yang, he was afraid that Hua Yao was hiding in secret to protect him, so he did not dare to take action easily.
Seeing that he hesitated for a long time, Zi Yang frowned slightly. After thinking for a moment, he said directly: "Don't you want to kill me? I saw you killing the people of Guimen, aren't you afraid that I will tell Qilong and the others about it? "
Wu Dao held the handle of the knife in his big hand and said calmly: "They snatched the treasure from me, and I killed them when I missed it. Even if Qilong learns about this, what can he do to me?"
He was so arrogant that he didn't take Qilong or even the ghost gate behind him seriously.
Ziyang didn't understand where his confidence came from, but looking at his expression, it wasn't blind confidence, but rather like he was really not afraid of everyone in the Ghost Sect.
Wu Daoda saw him turning around and leaving silently, and asked with a smile: "Are you leaving?"
Zi Yang stopped and stood, with his back to him, and said calmly: "I've said all that needs to be said. If I don't leave now, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave later if I want to."
Wu Daoda hurriedly said: "No! I have said before that there is no deep hatred between you and me. I will not take action against you. You don't have to worry about this at all."
The young man in black looked sideways, a faint smile appeared on the mask at the corner of his mouth, and he said neither humble nor overbearing: "Forget it, I don't want to seek skin from a tiger. If you change your mind, I will die, so it's better to leave as soon as possible. "
Wu Dao's big palm held the handle of the knife tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand suddenly appeared. He watched Zi Yang leave, his teeth clicking in his mouth, and his face revealed murderous intent.
Originally, he killed a few people from the Ghost Sect, took away the treasures in their hands, and left. Even if he met Qilong in the future, he could still say that he did not kill them.
Now, his murder was seen by Zi Yang. If he lets him go, Qi Long will definitely not let him go. If he doesn't let him go, Wu Daoda is worried that he will lose to the woman in white.
After weighing the situation, he slowly released his grip on the handle of the knife. One more thing would be better than one less thing. He didn't dare to risk his life and could only watch Zi Yang leave.
