As time passed slowly, the overwhelming red tide that originally covered the sky had long since disappeared, leaving only a gray and quiet world, and the barren land returned to its usual dead silence and desolation.
Si Wulu held a map made of unknown material in both hands and looked at it carefully. There were various routes drawn on the map, and Si Wulu was confused.
Judging from the edges of the map, it seems that it has been forcibly torn apart. This is not a complete map. After seeing this, Si Wulu couldn't help but frowned. A broken map was of little value.
Of course, this map was searched from the remains of the people in Tianjue Holy Land. With the idea of making the best use of everything and not using it in vain, Si Wulu directly swept away everything they survived after the red tide left. This map is It was one of them, and it was looted from the Tianjue True Dragon.
Si Wulu held this picture in his hands and fell into deep thought for a moment.
He is not that poor country boy who has never seen the world. The owner of this map is obviously a person with a very noble status. Although Si Wulu does not know the Tianjue True Dragon, in this world, some people only need to Standing in front of you, you will clearly know what kind of person he is without even being introduced by others.
A person with such a noble status was willing to carry a broken map with him, which forced Si Wulu to re-evaluate the value of this broken map.
There must be some secret hidden in it that Si Wulu had not discovered. Si Wulu looked at the map carefully again. It's a pity that Si Wulu's eyes were dazzled after watching it for a long time, and he couldn't see the reason.
Si Wulu touched the edge of the map with both hands. The material of the residual map felt very soft and tough to Si Wulu.
Si Wulu thought carefully for a while and sent a weak source of energy to the residual figure. Then, a thin blood line suddenly appeared in the middle of the residual image. What surprised Si Wulu even more was that no matter how he turned the residual image in his hand, this blood line always pointed in one direction, just like a compass always points to the south. like a pointer.
At this point, even the most idiotic person should know what is going on. I just don’t know what kind of existence the end point of the map is, and what great opportunities and dangers are waiting for the arrival of the map holder.
To design such a map so carefully, and the identity of the carrier seems to be extremely extraordinary, there must be great benefits in it. Si Wulu couldn't help but feel his heart pounding as he looked at the blood lines on the map pointing in the direction. Then my heart moved.
There is a proverb in the wilderness called "Long nights and many dreams". What Si Wulu is holding is not a complete map. There is no guarantee that other people are also planning on it. If someone else takes advantage of it first, where can we get there? Who do you want to cry to?
Just do it! Si Wulu has always been an action person. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to change his original plan of finding Sanshengli Yanhua and set off in the direction pointed by the blood line on the map. Coincidentally, the direction the blood line points to is also the direction of the fire world.
Si Wulu's days in the gray world were not in vain. Si Wulu was already very familiar with this section of the journey, but Si Wulu still remained vigilant at all times to prevent being attacked by others. What if there is an old man hiding along the way, and the boat capsizes in the gutter, wouldn't it be a joke!
As the previous customers of the shop said, you must always be careful when going out. Countless people have lost their lives due to carelessness!
Fortunately, several days passed until they reached the boundary where the gray world and the fire world meet. No accidents happened, but Si Wulu still did not dare to relax at all.
On this day, the second day after Si Wulu entered the fire world, there was a sudden sound of fighting in the distance. Si Wulu stopped and looked from a distance, only to see the original energy in the void in front of him. The fluctuations were violent, with faint crackling sounds and dazzling flashes of light.
At a glance, he knew that capable people were fighting fiercely in front of them. When Si Wulu saw this, he decisively changed his direction and prepared to go around them. Normally, Si Wulu might sneak over quietly, wait and see, and then decide on his next move.
But now, Si Wulu's mind is entirely on this residual figure, and he has no idea of helping others to break up the fight. Moreover, this is the Fire Realm. Except for the fact that the temperature is much higher than that of the Great Thousand World, other aspects are basically the same as the daytime of the Great Thousand World. Likewise, Si Wulu lost his advantage in vision.
At this moment, Si Wulu suddenly sensed an aura that made him extremely disgusted. For some reason, this cold breath was like a poisonous snake lurking in the darkness, which made Si Wulu feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart. Almost at the same time, Emperor Wu's Scripture began to move on its own, as if it had encountered a formidable enemy of life and death.
He had never felt this way before. Si Wulu touched his nose and then sneaked towards the direction of the fight.
At this time, the battle was over. The loser was lying motionless on the ground, being disembowelled, while the victor exuded an aura that disgusted Si Wulu.
Si Wulu stared intently at the winner, or to be precise, at the sword in her hand - the Ming Suzaku, Li Muran's former sword, one of the ten famous swords of the Desolate clan.
The sword never leaves your body! Where the sword is, the man is alive; when the sword dies, the man dies! For the swordsmen of the Desolate tribe, the sword is not only a weapon, but also a close comrade, and it is also the dignity of the swordsman.
The unexpected appearance of the Ming Dynasty Suzaku and the disgusting aura exuding from the victor's body shocked Si Wulu, and also made Si Wulu feel a little more worried about Li Muran deep in his heart.
Si Wulu has had astonishing sword sense since he was a child. Although the appearance of the Ming Suzaku has changed drastically, he still recognizes it at a glance. What's more important is that in Si Wulu's perception of the Ming Suzaku, the Ming Suzaku at this time is like an ordinary person. Things have long lost their original spirituality.
"Have you seen enough?" The current owner of Ming Suzaku turned his head blankly and looked at the place where Si Wulu was hiding like a puppet. The hoarse voice seemed to be synthesized, which made people's hair stand on end.
Seeing that his whereabouts were discovered, Si Wulu jumped out generously. He happened to have something he wanted to ask the other party, and the fate of the Ming Dynasty Zhuque should not be like this.
Because Holy Sword Villa is not only a villa in the Eastern Wilderness Continent, it is also a symbol of the Wilderness people's resistance to the aggression and power of foreign powers. The Ming Dynasty Suzaku, who represents the Holy Sword Villa, cannot and cannot end like this. Si Wulu will never allow or accept such an ending.
Siwulu held Onikiri tightly. If the reason didn't make sense, he didn't mind using force.
"I hate you so much!" The girl opposite who was holding the Ming Suzaku pointed directly at Si Wulu, her eyes so hollow that she seemed to have lost her soul.
Looking at the delicate face that was so pale and bloodless, Si Wulu's mind flashed back to the ghost girl he met in the Imperial Military Academy library. The person in front of him had the same temperament as Ning Chumeng. This is a girl from Hokuriku Onikata.
"Where did this sword in your hand come from?" Si Wulu locked his eyes tightly on the Guifang girl in front of him and slowly walked towards her step by step.
"I hate you!" The girl opposite repeated the same words with empty eyes, but the aura about her that disgusted Si Wulu became even stronger.
Obsessed? Or are you mentally unstable? Si Wulu frowned. The other party seemed to be unable to communicate normally!
Therefore, Si Wulu said no more, and the demon sword was instantly unsheathed like a silver dragon. In an instant, the silver light flourished! It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand people’s words, just use the knife to speak! Force may never be the best solution, but it is definitely the most effective way.
At the same time, as if sensing Si Wulu's murderous intent, Mu Bai Yuran suddenly had a surge of demonic energy and murderous intent, and the Ming Dynasty Suzaku also responded.
There was only a "clang" sound, and after many days, Onikiri struck the Ming Suzaku's sword blade again. Only this time, there was no sympathy as before, and no sound of cheering from the frontier military drums could be heard. There was only an extremely cold murderous intention.
The two powerful forces met in an extreme way and exploded, causing sand and rocks to fly, the ground to crack and mountains to collapse, air waves to surge, and the storm to break!
At this time, he saw Si Wulu using his original energy again, and the dark energy hidden in the demon sword suddenly exploded. The wild original energy came out through the sword, and the fierce impact instantly followed the Ming Suzaku and directly defeated Mu Bai Yuran's whole body. Demonic energy rushed in.
Mu Bai Yuran was caught off guard and was immediately shaken by the powerful impact. He didn't stabilize his body until he took more than ten steps back. Then his throat felt sweet and he vomited black blood!
One blow, just one blow, Mu Bai Yuran suffered heavy damage!
It turned out that Si Wulu found that the girl Guifang opposite him had dull eyes and looked like a puppet. She obviously lacked the acumen of a person with abilities, so he secretly buried his secret power before drawing the sword. Faced with this kind of hidden skill, even some geniuses may be hit and injured if they are not careful. Si Wulu believed that with the demented appearance of the girl opposite, she would never have that kind of vision.
Sure enough, the effect is surprisingly good! She was severely injured with just one blow, which saved Si Wulu a lot of energy.
As the saying goes, "Take advantage of her illness to kill her." Si Wulu has never been a gentleman. For him, as long as he can win, means are not important. He has never been accustomed to his opponent. Seeing that the opponent was already injured, Si Wu Lu turned his sword and took advantage of the situation to pursue him.
"Leave no trace for a thousand miles!" The world-shaking sword move in the World-Protecting Chapter of Emperor Wu's Manual came out violently.
A sharp clear chant suddenly sounded in the air, and a silvery clear light shot through the air like lightning.
At this moment, Mu Bai Yuran was embarrassed to stop. Before he could regain his breath, a faint silver light had already broken through the air. He had to reluctantly activate the demonic energy to block it. The high-speed silver light, sharp sword energy and the weak black body-protecting demon The air collided fiercely, and a deafening explosion sounded immediately.
In the smoke and dust, Mu Bai Yuran flew out again, like a kite with broken strings, and fell several feet. Mu Bai Yuran was hit hard again and fell to the ground hard.
The next moment, he saw Si Wulu's pupils shrinking, and he directly put away the knife, gave up the attack, and stood silently. It's death! Si Wulu had just sensed that a strong death aura suddenly erupted from the opponent's body the moment he fell to the ground after heavy injuries. The ghost girl opposite was actually a dead person, and Si Wulu frowned.
At this time, the girl opposite Guifang got up from the ground with a confused look on her face. She glanced at Si Wulu blankly. Seeing that Si Wulu didn't make any move, she then grabbed the hilt of Ming Suzaku's sword and disappeared after a few jumps. In Si Wulu's field of vision.
Si Wulu looked at the direction in which the ghost girl was leaving with a gloomy look on his face.
The decision to let the ghost girl go was definitely not because she was beautiful, nor was it because Si Wulu suddenly felt pity and softened his heart. Just because the other party is a puppet, a poor person who is being manipulated, let her go now, and then there will be a chance to find out the real mastermind later.
There is no way to let her go easily. He is about the same strength as Li Muran, and there is almost a slight difference between them. Although his strength has improved slightly these days, the opponent can control Li Muran and is definitely stronger than him. Si Wulu didn't want to buy one get one free and give himself away for nothing.
At the moment, the situation between ourselves and the enemy is unknown, so Si Wulu naturally has to be careful and not dare to advance rashly. As for the opponent's counterattack, Si Wulu was not particularly worried for the time being. He made him anxious, so he hid directly in the barren land, and who could do anything to him when he saw it.
