The setting sun gradually set, and the red glow burned half of the sky.
The desert is lonely and in a mess.
The wind roared, and the yellow sand slowly stirred up, rising and falling.
The last strong wind before night blew up, taking away the last scorching heat of the desert.
also,
A young man covered in plasma was delivered.
The young man's expression was dazed, and in the area where the clothes were made of excellent material and were not stained by blood stains, a small piece of yellow shirt fabric of excellent material could be vaguely seen. On the belt, there is a small purple gold gourd hanging.
Xiao Ruitang tried his best to cheer up, and looking at the riddled desert, he couldn't help but feel a storm in his heart.
Did any monks fight here?
He knew it wasn't, but he still came up with such a ridiculous idea.
After the shock,
Just anxious.
His shield of divine fire,
His bamboo demon, his spiritual weapon.
It was a protective treasure given to him by his parents, and he must not lose it.
However, there was nothing at the scene except potholes everywhere.
You can see everything at a glance.
Xiao Ruitang didn't give up and searched all over the place.
Suddenly, the sound piercing the air at the tip of my ears disappeared.
This sound... Xiao Ruitang's whole body trembled and he quickly protected his waist.
But it came up empty.
When he lowered his head and looked, his eyes suddenly split open. The container he used to contain the "evil evil", the purple and gold small gourd, was gone.
His face was instantly distorted, like an evil ghost.
Xiao Ruitang suddenly turned around and stared fiercely at the familiar face that appeared from behind, wishing he could eat his flesh raw.
Chen Qingyan rubbed the purple gold gourd, paying attention to the description of the practice room, and looking between the gourd and the boy in yellow shirt with his eyes.
Xiao Ruitang didn't notice it, but Chen Qingyan saw it. Wisps of gray and black energy emanated from Xiao Ruitang's body and were absorbed by the gourd in his palm.
Fierce god.
The most dangerous thing in the world.
Evil.
The most evil thing in the world.
The purest and most extreme.
Every fierce god or evil spirit is born, accompanied by disasters, but monks are born after refining "very evil and extremely evil" things.
Such an evil thing is actually a must-have for the human race to fight against the wild evil monsters and survive.
"The original source is not enough. Even if you successfully refine the evil spirit and become a monk, you will lose control in your later years when your flesh and blood decay, or you will go crazy when your mentality collapses. You will be controlled by the evil spirit and be influenced by the evil spirit. The evil god and extremely evil thoughts cannot be conquered. If you live there, you will transform into a demon.”
Chen Qingyan's attention was gradually attracted by the description of evil spirits in the practice room.
Completely ignoring Xiao Ruitang standing opposite.
"Some of the demons we have to fight were transformed from monks. Because of this, the survival situation of the human race is so difficult."
"The Sword Comes"
"go to hell!
!
"
There was an angry howl from the front. Xiao Ruitang took out a red talisman and bit his finger to activate the talisman's effect.
Chen Qingyan didn't even look at it, but stretched out his hand and pressed it.
Puff puff puff puff.
Four killing knives in a row penetrated Xiao Ruitang's limbs and nailed him to the sand.
Whoosh.
With a killing knife, the falling talisman was sent to Chen Qingyan.
He picked it up and saw that there was no text on the talisman, but a lifelike flame printed on it.
The training room showed that it was a "Strange Fire Talisman", and a wisp of spiritual fire called "Moon Order" was sealed inside.
At this time, Chen Qingyan came back to his senses from the description of "evil evil" and remembered that Xiao Ruitang seemed to have used a talisman to die on his behalf and escaped the assassination of the killing knife.
This Xiao Ruitang was at most one or two years older than me, about fifteen years old, and he was actually a baby.
"Want to live or die?"
Chen Qingyan walked up to the boy in yellow shirt and kicked him with his foot.
Xiao Ruitang was wailing and screaming just a moment ago. After hearing the question, the hatred and evil thoughts in his heart flooded his soul again, and his eyes were as red as carbon.
After confronting the person who was looking down at him for a moment, he suddenly laughed coldly,
"My ancestor is the master of Qilin Pavilion and one of the 106 Shensha monks in Lin Valley. Do you dare to kill me?"
Chen Qingyan looked at the young man carefully, discerned the other man's expression, and confirmed that this guy had no sense at all. If he wanted to pry open his mouth and get information, he might need to waste a lot of time, so he stepped forward with an expressionless face, ready to smash him with the back of his knife. The head of the boy in yellow shirt,
Suddenly paused.
With a snap of his fingers, there was a snap, and a sand pit in the distance revealed its original appearance, turning out to be a small sand dune.
There is a beautiful woman standing on the sand dune.
"Zang Rongrong, come here."
Chen Qingyan waved.
Zang Rongrong, who looked pale, hesitated for a moment and walked over.
Chen Qingyan pointed at Xiao Ruitang, looked at Zang Rongrong, and said, "Kill him."
Zang Rongrong trembled all over, but after seeing Chen Qingyan's eyes gradually becoming dangerous, he still drew out the long whip from his waist without hesitation.
"Bitch, you dare to touch me?"
Xiao Ruitang actually laughed, his facial features wrinkled together, looking distorted and ugly: "You lowly thing, there is only one old man in the whole family who is close to his life expectancy, I will let my father destroy you all..."
Snap.
White and red sap mixed into a pool.
Xiao Ruitang's head was beaten to pieces with a whip.
It was so rotten that it felt as if someone had hit it a hundred times with a hammer.
Zang Rongrong was disgusted and whipped dozens of times on the sand before wiping off the blood, hair and flesh foam on the whip.
She looked into the distance.
That despicable and sinister guy ran hundreds of meters away before she could take action.
"Death is so easy, it seems there is no backup plan."
Chen Qingyan walked over.
Zang Rongrong did not answer, but asked instead: "What are you going to do to me?"
Chen Qingyan cut off Xiao Ruitang's clothes with a knife, checked inside and out, and after confirming that there were no other items, he replied slowly:
"Didn't I say before that you follow me for the time being? We are stationed in the same place."
Zang Rongrong wrapped around the whip and asked again: "Will you really let me go?"
She had reason to be suspicious.
I have to doubt it.
Chen Qingyan chuckled lightly but did not respond.
Zang Rongrong frowned and sighed, looking pitiful.
"Burn the body. Let's go back to Chongyue. I've been delayed for too long. I have to rush back tonight." Chen Qingyan took one last look around and walked towards the ancient town of Chongyue.
"Look at the bugs crawling out of the sand. In just half an hour, all the corpses will be gone."
Zang Rongrong did not burn the body, but retorted.
"I said it was burned. I was worried about other problems."
Chen Qingyan's answer left no room for criticism.
Zang Rongrong immediately put on a serious face and started burning.
The two of them delayed for a long time, until it was completely dark, before they set off back to Chongyue.
Chen Qingyan walked in front, while Zang Rongrong followed behind as if he was keeping away from strangers.
On the way back, Chen Qingyan communicated with Zang Rongrong and finally figured out where Qilin Pavilion was.
Qilin Pavilion, a special department for the master of Lingu.
The so-called "Li Zhu" is the most powerful position after the Pavilion Master and the top ten Pavilion Elders.
There are a total of twenty-one Li Lords in the entire Qilin Pavilion. Only the top-notch Shensha monks are qualified, otherwise they will not be easily selected even if they are vacant.
The ancestor of the Xiao family was clearly a divine cultivator, and he was one of the top cultivators.
With such a great monk here, the Xiao family must be a very prominent family in Lingu, and it is understandable why Xiao Ruitang possesses both spiritual weapons and magical weapons.
Offending such an enemy...
Chen Qingyan stopped walking and tilted his head to examine Zang Rongrong.
…
Thanks to "I want you to live three thousand" for the reward of 1666 book coins, the handsome man blew a kiss.
