Faced with the sincere pleas of the two foster brothers, Murong Canghai spread his hands.
"I'm good at attracting lightning, but not at avoiding lightning. I remember that Jiange has a practice method that uses thunder from the sky to refine the sword's will. Maybe it can help us pass through this thunder area."
"Come here, those who practice the divine thunder-tempered swordsmanship will never survive. You are making it clear that you want me to die."
Bai Zizai shook his head and refused after hearing this.
"Don't talk about death all the time. It's unlucky. Second brother, you have great blessings and can turn bad things into good fortune. As the saying goes, good people don't live long, but bad things last for thousands of years. I believe you will be fine. "
Rong Fei expressed relief while grabbing one of Bai Zizai's arms to prevent him from escaping. At the same time, Murong Canghai grabbed Bai Zizai's other shoulder with a wink.
"Let me go, you two bastards, you are disloyal and unjust, you are seeking wealth and murder, you are..."
Bai Zizai struggled hard but to no avail, and finally had no choice but to compromise.
"It's okay to let me go through the thunder, but I have to get one more artifact, and I have to choose it first."
"It depends on you, everything depends on you."
Anyway, I haven't even seen a hair on the artifact so far, so the two of them were naturally happy and agreed.
"You two bastards swear by your words."
Bai Zizai was a little worried, so he added another condition.
"I swear by my reputation as the chief arrester of the Jixian Division..."
"I swear by the thousand-year destiny of all the families in Qiankun Guan..."
"Yes, yes, yes... the more I talk about it, the more I feel guilty. In this world, three brothers, I will trust you two for free this time. After all, there are so many people in Shushan and Demon Palace. If I are missing, you two alone will They are absolutely no match for them.”
"That's the truth."
Rong Fei and Murong Canghai nodded hurriedly.
After all, Rong Fei still had some conscience and would not let Bai Zizai die in vain. And if Bai Zizai was really struck to death by lightning, then he and Murong Canghai would not be able to survive, so they still made complete preparations.
First, Murong Canghai put talismans that suppressed cultivation all over Bai Zizai's body to replace the small swords stuck all over his body.
Metal conducts electricity. If Bai Zizai enters the desert in his current form, he is really looking for death.
Then let Bai Zizai select the worst quality weapon from the various weapons stored in the storage magic weapon, and let Murong Canghai activate the flames to refine it into an iron wire four feet long and as thick as a little finger.
One end of the iron wire touches the sand, and the other end is connected to Bai Zizai's natal flying sword. In this way, a lightning rod is ready.
Bai Zizai's natal flying sword was suspended at a height of about three feet above his head. The iron wire was tilted down, and the tail end was dragged in the sand more than three feet away from the three of them.
Rong Fei and Murong Canghai sandwiched Bai Zizai tightly between them.
After everything was ready, the three of them looked at each other and stepped across the dividing line that separated the swamp and the desert.
Both feet immediately sank into the soft sand, and each step required some effort.
The hot and dry air made the three people's breathing hitch.
"Remember, take small steps forward, don't take too big a step."
Rong Fei, who could learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well and was not afraid of traveling all over the world, solemnly warned his two brothers.
"One, two, one, one, two, one, keep the same pace. Brother, you've taken too long a step, so take it back."
Shouting slogans, taking small steps, and walking forward for a certain distance, there was a strange sound in mid-air.
A thunderbolt as thick as an arm poured towards the heads of the three people, but was attracted by Bai Zizai's natal flying sword halfway.
The silvery electric light was guided into the sand along the iron wire, making a loud bang, and the surrounding sand scattered in all directions, hitting the faces of the three people with a dull pain.
In the center of the sand pit struck by the electric light, the sand melted into glass under the high temperature.
"It worked. Third brother is indeed very resourceful."
Murong Canghai couldn't help but praise.
"Hehe, it's just a small trick, not enough for outsiders."
Rong Fei pretended to be low-key and modest.
Although the thunder was led away by the lightning rod, it did not hit Bai Zizai's body directly. But the natal flying sword was connected to his soul, so when the thunder struck the flying sword, Bai Zizai's face still turned pale, and his body shivered like chaff for a while.
"Second brother, you have to hold on."
Rong Fei said heartlessly.
Bai Zizai suddenly looked happy and muttered.
"Hey - don't tell me, the numbness... is quite strong. And the sword intention attached to the natal flying sword seems to have been refined and purified."
Rong Fei touched Bai Zizai's forehead to confirm that he was not struck dumb by lightning and was talking nonsense. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly said.
"Maybe it's because most of the power of the thunder was introduced into the sand, and the remaining small part of the power is just within the range that the second brother's sword intention can bear."
The three of them said goodbye, but their footsteps did not stop. They kept taking small steps, shaking their buttocks and moving forward.
After walking a distance of more than ten feet, another thunder struck down, and was then led away.
Bai Zizai shuddered, his expression gradually becoming lewd.
With a search, Bai Zizai rushed behind Rong Fei.
"Third brother is carrying me. Second brother, I want to take this opportunity to practice my sword power. Hahahahaha, God is helping me!"
Rong Fei had no choice but to carry Bai Zizai on his back and walk side by side with Murong Canghai.
The further you go deeper into the desert, the faster the thunder strikes.
After marching like this for half a day, the three of them saw overwhelming sand and dust sweeping in from the distance.
The continuous thunder along the way also stopped abruptly at this time.
The four people from the Demon Palace, in tattered clothes, gray faces, and covered in smoke, collapsed in the sand, letting the strong wind carry the sand and stones hitting their bodies, gradually burying them.
Damn it, I finally walked out of the minefield alive.
Several miles away, everyone in Shushan, who was also in a very embarrassed state, formed a circle. Wei Junxian, who was in the best condition, stood in the center of the circle holding a replica of the Spring and Autumn Brush Artifact. He kept writing words in the void, muttering words in his mouth, and the aura of awe turned into an invisible barrier to protect everyone inside.
Although the sandstorm looked intimidating, to the monks, it was far less of a threat than thunder.
Seeing the sky-blocking sandstorm approaching, Rong Fei shook off Bai Zizai, who had lost its use value, then raised his right hand and shouted loudly.
"The wind is coming!"
A breeze rose from the ground and formed a wind barrier around the three people, isolating the sweeping sandstorm.
There is no daylight in the sandstorm, and there is no way to distinguish between things, but it is not difficult for Rong Fei.
As early as he crossed the boundary between the swamp and the desert, he had already faintly felt that something seemed to be attracting him.
Now that we have crossed the minefield, the feeling becomes even more intense.
Thirteen bullock carts transporting the statues were still moving slowly. The wheels and hooves of the bullocks ran over the knee-high weeds, leaving rut marks.
The green grass juice mixed with the soil exudes a pleasant fragrance.
The gentle sunshine falls and the soft breeze blows, quiet and peaceful.
In the grass not far behind, three groups of people showed their teeth and claws, looking like crazy people.
