"Hey hey hey, then aren't we the last ones?"
Bai Zizai hurriedly kept up with Rong Fei and muttered unwillingly.
"Who did you learn arithmetic from? He was obviously third."
“Can locals also count?”
"Senior brother, Bai Wuchang and the others have retreated."
Ouyang Liuyun said to the backs of Rong Fei and the others.
"Oh, it's such a pity that we didn't fall for the trick. Let's withdraw too."
Wei Junxian smiled and shook his head, then he cupped his hands towards the four people in the Demon Palace, and led several junior brothers back to the hill where Houtucheng was located.
I thought there would be an earth-shattering battle, but it ended in such a boring way. This made the people in the Thirteen Main Cities on the hill who were waiting to watch the show feel very uncomfortable, especially the two city lords of Yanhuo City and Beast Control City who came to take advantage of the excitement but returned disappointed. Their faces were so gloomy that they seemed to be dripping with water. .
After glaring fiercely at Qingfeng City, Houtucheng and Thunder City, he shook his sleeves and left in anger.
The competition is over, and preparations must be made to transport the statue to the temple.
Each family came with their statues. At this time, thirteen statues of human height and different shapes were temporarily placed outside the mountain col.
Each statue of the gods was placed on a cart pulled by four green oxen. After the people from the thirteen main cities came out to give a brief explanation, the convoy transporting the statues immediately set off and drove towards the center of the Datong world.
Rong Fei noticed that a mysterious man shrouded in a burqa appeared next to Wei Junxian.
After seeing each other for five miles, the thirteen people from the main city left each other. The area around the convoy suddenly became quiet, with only the sounds of wheels crushing the ground and the heavy breathing of green cattle.
The world of Datong was larger than expected. The convoy traveled for two full days, passing through plains and swamps from the mountains where Qingfeng City was located, but still did not reach the edge of the temple area.
During these two days, Rong Fei, Shushan and Modian did not disturb each other and were in peace with each other.
As for the previous proposal by Wei Junxian to work together to deal with the Demon Palace, there was no further progress.
As sunset approached on this day, the convoy in front slowly slowed down and finally stopped. The driver and his entourage came to bid farewell to Rong Fei and others.
"Gentlemen, the area ahead is where the temple is, we can only stop here."
After saying goodbye to the people who escorted the statue, Rong Fei looked into the distance. Under the reflection of the setting sun, everything he saw was a brilliant golden light.
"Is the temple actually in the desert?"
Thirteen unmanned ox carts drove slowly toward the golden light in the distance. Rong Fei and others looked at each other and followed.
Everyone looked tense and on guard.
Qiu Moyan once said that those who trespass on the oracle will die without their bodies intact. Wei Junxian, Modian and others must have heard the same rumors. After all, lives are at stake and must be treated with caution.
There is a sharp dividing line between the swamp and the desert. This side of the line is covered with weeds and mud, and the air is damp and smelly. The other side of the line was full of golden sand, and the hot air distorted the vision to a certain extent.
Thirteen bullock carts passed the dividing line without any hindrance, but Rong Fei and others stopped at this end of the swamp.
Rong Fei and Wei Junxian looked at each other. Seeing that neither of them had the idea of taking the first step, they immediately turned their attention to the four people in the Demon Palace.
As a result, the four people in the Demon Palace looked away and remained motionless in place.
The legends about the temple are so evil that no one wants to take their own lives as a joke.
Bai Zizai stood silently for a long time, then bent down to pick up a dry grass stem and threw it out.
The grass stems drew a parabola in the air, jumped over the clear boundary, and finally landed on the sand on the other side.
Nothing unusual happened.
"It's your turn."
Bai Zizai pursed his lips and said to Wei Junxian.
Wei Junxian pretended not to hear, turned his head and whispered to Ouyang Liuyun.
"Hey, Ye He, just standing there like this, you have to do something."
Unwilling to be reconciled, Bai Zizai shouted towards the Demon Palace again.
The demon palace walker named Ye He grinned at Bai Zizai when he heard this.
"Let's have a fight, whoever loses will go first."
"This is a good idea. You fight the hypocrite first, and then I fight the winner."
Bai Zizai stroked his palms and smiled.
"OK."
Wei Junxian nodded in response.
Then he pushed the little monk Liaofan's shoulder with his right hand.
"We sent Fan to fight first."
But this push did not push Fan to the Demon Palace, but to the dividing line that separated the swamp and the desert.
Hearing the little monk's "Ouch" sound, he staggered across the dividing line, and then fell on the sand pile.
"The little monk was burned to death!"
The little monk stood up in excitement and blew into his palms that were reddened by the hot sand.
No danger!
The next moment, Wei Junxian and other people in Shushan had already rushed across the dividing line, grabbed the young monk by the lapel, and rushed towards the direction of the oxcarts deep in the desert.
The four people from the Demon Palace followed closely and rushed to the dividing line. However, they saw Wei Junxian, who had already run a certain distance, suddenly stopped and turned around. Holding a brush in his right hand, he pointed at the four people from the Demon Palace and was about to chant, "The Sky of Heaven". Suddenly a thunder fell.
Wei Junxian noticed something strange and quickly raised his brush to point at the falling thunder.
"The sage said: A gentleman does not build dangerous walls."
Before he finished speaking, the thunderbolt turned around in the air and landed three feet away from Wei Junxian, knocking away large swaths of scorching sand.
Wei Junxian, like Bai Zizai and Murong Canghai, was already suppressing his own cultivation. At this time, he used an imitation spring and autumn pen to forcefully change the direction of the thunder strike, causing considerable damage to it. His face became a little pale, and his body shape also deteriorated. Somewhat wobbly. Ouyang Liuyun on the side quickly channeled a burst of Haoran Qi for him to help him stabilize his condition.
"Hahaha…"
Ye He, the leader of the Demon Palace, burst out laughing when he saw this, but unexpectedly, a bolt of thunder was generated above his head and struck down.
Ye He didn't have the magic weapon to imitate the Spring and Autumn Pen, so he could only shout loudly, and he received the thunder with a burst of blood all over his body.
The protective blood light offset most of the power of the thunder, but Ye He was still hit with smoke rising all over his body.
"withdraw!"
Ye He roared urgently and retreated towards the dividing line with his three fellow disciples, only to be bounced back into the desert as if they had hit an invisible barrier.
"Aha, there's no going back."
Bai Zizai let out a strange laugh.
Thunder was born again in the sky, and Ye He ignored Bai Zizai who was gloating about his misfortune. Since you can't go back, you can only bite the bullet and go deeper.
Shushan was still being bombarded by thunder. Everyone was running like crazy towards the depths of the desert, taking out magic weapons to dodge or resist the thunder.
Only the young monk was the most leisurely and calm. An illusory Buddha statue with a faint golden light, a solemn appearance, and closed eyes appeared around him. All the thunder that came into contact with the Buddha statue became invisible.
Wei Junxian threw the mysterious man, whose whole body was covered in burqa, to the young monk.
"Carry her on your back."
Liao Fan showed a bitter look on his face, but he could only obey his orders.
Watching the two groups being chased by the thunderbolt, they ran further and further away and gradually lost sight of their figures. Rong Fei and Bai Zizai, who were still standing on the dividing line, turned their heads to look at Murong Canghai and said sincerely.
"Brother, it's up to you."
