Zhao Huai looked at Lu Wanqiu, who still had long legs and outstanding legs, as if he had gone back to a few years ago.
At that time in Jinzhou, he was still a carefree pawnshop owner. It happened that Lu Wanqiu went down the mountain to slay demons, and the two met for the first time because of a fox demon.
It can be said that the other party helped me a lot at that time.
Later, Zhao Huai went to Wangxian Sect to visit her, but she was still in seclusion at that time and the two did not meet each other.
Things have changed and people have changed. Five years have passed and everything has changed.
He has already reached the Nascent Soul realm and is very close to becoming a saint in the way of swordsmanship.
The other party also looks much more mature and stable. The youthful atmosphere of the past has faded away, replaced by a decent and fairy-like atmosphere.
Lu Wanqiu is tall and has fair skin. The pair of long snow-white legs under her long Qinglian skirt are clearly visible in the desert Gobi.
It seems that the retreat at that time has been successful.
"I haven't seen you for a few years. The master's cultivation has become more and more advanced."
Lu Wanqiu sighed as she looked at Zhao Huai's tall and straight figure.
I remember that when the two first met, my own cultivation was still superior to the other's.
As a result, the gap became bigger and bigger later on. She successfully broke through the golden elixir after retreating, but everyone else had already reached Nascent Soul.
My master is only in the Nascent Soul realm.
"Just try hard."
Zhao Huai didn't take the compliment to his cultivation level seriously and laughed it off.
The two of them were chatting happily, and people around them looked at them in amazement.
Obviously these Wangxian Sect disciples did not expect that their senior sister would know this mysterious senior.
It’s really unbelievable that the two of them still have a relationship!
A powerful Nascent Soul, placed in any sect, is a top-notch being. He is either an elder or a guest, and no one should be polite to him.
Lu Wanqiu smiled lightly and said: "After I came out of seclusion, I heard a lot of news about you in Jinzhou. It is said that you are the Prince of Dayan, and you still have such a connection with the Empress of Great Xia. Now that the Immortal Sect is here, Your identity and status are somewhat unfamiliar to me."
"Now that you know it, I won't explain it. Now I come to the land of Xizhou just to prevent this disaster." Zhao Huai glanced at the land of Xizhou full of yellow sand, and his eyes became sharper.
Lu Wanqiu stared at Zhao Huai and said: "All the major sects are aiming at the goal of the young master. As long as we and other monks are here, Zhongzhou will not be trampled by the wild world."
Three years ago, not only the Empress of Great Xia issued an order to eliminate demons, but also the five major immortal sects also sent sect disciples to various altar points, but with little effect.
The altar was still broken, and countless demons poured into the immortal world. They could only guard the intersection leading to Zhongzhou to maintain a certain order.
No one knows how long we can persist, but every day we can persist is one day!
Fighting to protect the future of humanity may seem like a great statement, but to put it into practice, the determination and determination required are unimaginable.
A solemn look appeared on Lu Wanqiu's face, and she said: "There is one more thing I have to tell you. Some time ago, a large number of demon king's branching armies approached the empress's Anxi Mansion. If we say this is just a small fight, Just kidding, the number of monsters that Anxi Mansion is facing will be a huge number. Most of the monks from the sects have gathered in the big city under Anxi Mansion, including many ancestors of the gods and a ferryman from the Immortal Sect. The power of calamity.”
"Once a demon king-level existence appears, although the ancestors of the gods will help, they are afraid of losing to the large number of demon kings. This battle will be a tough battle."
"If you want to go to Anxi Mansion, you should hurry up and leave."
Lu Wanqiu gave an overview of the situation in Xizhou and reminded Zhao Huai.
"In that case, I can't stay here any longer." Zhao Huai frowned, took a deep breath, and then smiled slightly: "See you in the future, don't die on the battlefield."
"Don't worry, it won't happen."
Lu Wanqiu replied with a smile.
After bidding farewell to Lu Wanqiu, Zhao Huai walked on the sword all the way.
Plan to go to Anxi Prefecture further ahead.
Along the way, Zhao Huai passed many places, including the depths of Xizhou and the edges of Xizhou. These were the former territories of the Shinra Empire. How many people and monks had lived in this yellow sand.
The scene now is a blood-red Gobi. The sand and rocks seem to be soaked in blood. Even the sky is a dull red, giving people a very eerie feeling.
It seems that the wild world occupies most of Xizhou, leaving no room for the human race here to survive.
Zhao Huai stopped at a blood-red weathered rock mountain, knocked off a stone, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, and found a faint smell of blood.
A huge battle broke out here.
At the same time, his consciousness expanded thousands of miles, looking for traces of the Xizhou altar.
The advantage of having strong mental power is that no one will notice it. Even the demon king who has transformed into a triple physical body has far less mental power than him.
The demon clan's physical body is its strength, but its mental strength is its weakness.
Zhao Huai closed his eyes and felt, and he found a strange place deep in Xizhou. There were a lot of broken spaces, and some areas even turned into a black void.
It shows that the space here has been confused, and it is probably where the altar is located.
Could it be said that the demon tribe came to Xizhou from here?
The shattering of the Xizhou altar caused great spatial fluctuations, which would inevitably leave traces. The space here is chaotic and the possibility is high.
But no monsters were seen here.
The reason is also easy to guess.
The environment is harsh and the space is broken. It is very dangerous for anyone and demons to get close here. If they are not careful, they will die in the cracks in the space and be as tragic as being quartered by five horses.
The demon army doesn't like this place either, and they just blindly expand eastward, hoping to get the rich Zhongzhou.
As Zhao Huai gradually approached here, everywhere he looked was a fragmented space. This area was a hundred miles wide, like a zone of chaos.
Zhao Huai really couldn't understand how people came into these places.
In other words, how to get to the wild world.
He watched as the huge rocks fell into the cracks in space and were torn to pieces, while they were suspended in the unstable space medium, as if there was no gravity.
Only the spiritual energy was extremely abundant, flowing out from every crack, and blowing in the wind.
Zhao Huai could feel that on the other side of the space, there must be a vaster world with lush forests, ancient mountains, and primitive rivers.
And there are quite a few such worlds.
They were rotating around the Ascension Land together, and those immortals might be looking at them.
Zhao Huai thought so.
"Either way, it's worth marking this place."
He groaned, took out one of the few spiritual stones from the mysterious ring, injected it with mana, and placed it at the foot of a broken mountain.
As long as he follows the breath of mana, he can find it here.
Then Zhao Huai continued to rush towards Anxi Mansion.
I don't know how long it took, but a majestic giant city appeared in the field of vision. The city walls were thick and ancient, and a mighty and huge formation was arranged around the giant city.
There are a large number of houses with cornices and angled corners in the city, and densely packed flying swords are parked on the top of the city. Looking at it, it definitely exceeds the number of three thousand.
Looking at it this way, it is still extremely shocking.
Three thousand flying swords stand suspended.
War breaks out all the time on the ground, fighting fiercely with the overwhelming army of monster beasts. Compared with the number of flying swords and monks, the number of monsters is more terrifying.
From one end of the mountain to the other end beyond Qianyue, Ulala is filled with an army of monster beasts stationed there. Even if the Nascent Soul transforms into a god, even if they don't move, they will cut down their swords from today to a year. After half a year, they probably won’t be able to kill them all, they will be exhausted.
The battle was extremely fierce, with mountains collapsing and rivers of blood flowing.
The human monks had different costumes and were organized into sects. Zhao Huai judged from the costumes and glanced at them. There were hundreds of sect forces on the battlefield.
Wow——
Large areas of crimson blood spattered out and turned into bloody rains. Whether they were humans or demons, there were heavy casualties.
Once a human monk or soldier died in battle, those ferocious beasts rushed forward, opened their bloody mouths, and ate up the human corpses on the ground, leaving only a bloody stain on the ground.
The scene in front of me looked like the end of the world.
