Zhu Mu Ni plows through the wind and sand, sometimes real and sometimes empty, dragging a phantom that is about ten feet long behind him, like a long snake swimming with its tail. The sandstorm gradually subsided, and the phantom became shorter and shorter. He took a deep breath, suddenly increased his speed, floated his feet in the air, and flew around the undulating sand dunes. Suddenly he was thousands of miles away. The yellow sand was thin, the Gobi was vast, and there were faint shapes in the distance. A touch of long-lost greenery. Zhu Nili's nostrils flared, he smelled some moist vapor, swallowed his saliva, and was about to speed up his pace. Suddenly, he felt wary, and he stopped and stood still.
The sky was too blue to be true, and the clouds were as white as cotton candy. Zhu Nili caught a glimpse of a lonely figure floating towards him, his eyes ignited with two balls of blood fire, looking straight into the depths of his soul. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the person who came was none other than Wei Shiqi. This person was in collusion with the Shangqi clan. He was clearly separated from the Changsheng Village. There was no conflict in the first place. This time, for the sake of the treasure of heaven and earth in Luchuan Realm, tit for tat was inevitable. Last game. Luo Yaohuang handed over the "Sword of Sin" to himself, but he was targeted by the opponent just after leaving the desert. Although he was not shrewd, he was not stupid, and his intention to divert disaster to the east was obvious.
What should he do? Use the "Eighteen Mud Plow Sutra" to hold back your opponent and buy time for Demon Emperor Luo? Or will he take on thousands of incarnations and run away? The power of the law permeated the fields. Zhu Nili pressed up a hundred thousand mountains with his shoulders. His chest was tight and his breath was dry, and he was struggling to move. He did not hesitate to hold up the "Sword of Sin", his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, his back straight, facing the The gaze he looked at Wei Shiqi was open and frank, without any flinching or hesitation.
Wei Shiqi stopped in front of him, stretched out his hand to take the "Sword of Sin", looked at Zhu Nili a few times, and said: "The viper stings the hand, the strong man removes the wrist, are you the severed tail thrown by Luo Xie?"
Zhu Nili said honestly: "I didn't know at first, but I figured it out when I saw the adults."
Wei Shiqi asked again: "Now that you have figured it out, why don't you run away?"
Zhu Nili smiled bitterly and said: "It's a knife to extend your head, and it's a knife to shrink your head. You can't escape. Zhu is willing to surrender, please take him in!" Changsheng Village is weak, the upper seven clans are Qiu Yu, and Wei Shiqi is famous. , had such a vicious reputation that even people like Zhu Nili, who had no knowledge of it, had heard about it. What moved him most was that the Shangqi clan actually made an unprecedented concession and ceded the "Eighteen Pans" hunting ground to him. What did this mean? This means that Wei Shiqi came from the lower realm and can compete with the seven clans on his own. Zhu Nili didn't have any intention at first, but was thrown out by Demon Emperor Luo. Whether it was the "wrist" of a strong man's broken arm or the "tail" of a gecko's tail, at the right time, he suddenly thought of it and simply threw himself at the opponent.
Wei Shiqi flicked his fingers, and a wisp of blood disappeared into the center of his eyebrows. This was what he meant. Zhu Nili had been prepared for a long time and did not resist. He only felt his soul trembling slightly, as if there was something extra. He was well aware of the opponent's magical power. Guang Da is so determined that he doesn't dare to have any different ambitions.
Under the pressure of blood energy, Zhu Nili was still able to remain calm and composed, partly because of his own ability and partly because of his rough nerves. Wei Shiqi gave him a high look, showed slight appreciation, and ordered him to follow Luo Xie's arrangements one by one. Zhu Nili made no secret, poured beans out of a bamboo tube, and told the truth. He said that Emperor Luo Yao ordered him to rush to Buzhou Mountain with the "Sword of Sin" and massacre everyone in the Fuhai Sect without leaving a single person alive. He couldn't help but hum. He made a sound, with a look of resentment on his face.
The desert is vast and boundless. Since Luo Lai threw the mud plow to distract his attention, he must have something else to rely on. While he was meditating, Zhu Nili seemed to remember something. He patted his thigh and repeated what Wan Ren said, "That thing is hidden deep in the desert, like the sun and the sky, and the rivers and the earth, swimming in time, and then again." There may be some clues in a hundred days." He actually said every word exactly, and even the tone of his voice was imitated to some extent.
Chasing time and wandering in the desert? There is no winter or summer in the desert, so where does the change of seasons come from? Wei Shiqi looked up thoughtfully, only to see that the sun was setting in the west, the night was drooping, and the stars in the sky were like sleepy eyes, distant and lonely. The lower world, the upper world, the past, and the future are all looking up at the same starry sky. The starlight is the latest and the oldest. The stars seen by the naked eye at the same time are all stars at different times.
Wei Shiqi's heart moved. Everything was buried in the yellow sand of the desert, and the seasons could not be seen. However, the stars in the night sky showed the change of time. In a hundred days, the handle of the Big Dipper would point to the west. It would be autumn all over the world, deep in the desert. There will be a vision, just wait patiently.
In the dark, he seemed to hear a soft voice, like the wind blowing over the water, singing in a low voice: "The ice muscles and jade bones are clear and sweatless, and the wind from the water palace is full of fragrance. The bright moon peeks out from the curtain, lingering. The hairpin on the pillow and the clouds on the temples are messy. The courtyard is quiet at midnight, and sometimes I can see the stars crossing the river. When will the west wind come? I'm afraid that the passing years will change secretly. "
He could no longer tell who the singer was.
Zhu Nili had been kneeling for a long time, with his head held high and his back straight. Wei Shiqi woke him up and ordered him to follow him into the desert again to look for traces of Demon Emperor Luo Xie and his entourage. The two of them flew hundreds of miles away, and Ding Ning flew out from behind Zhuo Zuo Tong Mountain. He saw his master with his arms folded, and looked at Zhu Nili a few times, which made his heart beat wildly. Zhu Nili practiced the "Eighteen Mud Plow Sutra" and followed the path of brutal killing. He was born to be in conflict with the "Qing Qi". Ding Ning was so close that he felt uncomfortable all over and felt awkward no matter what he did.
Wei Shiqi ordered him to take the first step and go deep into the desert to explore the road. Zhu Nili was relieved and hurried away, far away from the breath of "Qingling Qi". Ding Ning watched him go away, withdrew his gaze and said softly: "This person is cruel and murderous. He is not a kind person."
Wei Shiqi said: "No matter how bloodthirsty the sword is, you only need to hold it in your own hand and point the blade towards the outside, and it won't cause any trouble."
Ding Ning said no more and carefully followed Wei Shiqi back to the desert. Zhu Nili went ahead to explore the road, leaving eye-catching marks every few miles. He gradually went further and further away, deep into the barren land, and suddenly escaped thousands of miles away. Demon Emperor Luo Hail and his party seemed to disappear out of thin air, and no trace could be found.
After Zhu Nili went around in circles for more than ten days, he had no choice but to turn back to meet Wei Shiqi and said angrily: "Luo Yao Huang doesn't know where he is going. The desert is as vast as the sea. It is really difficult to find a needle in a haystack."
Wei Shiqi did not blame him harshly, and ordered him to step aside. His eyes activated his blood energy, and the blood talisman rotated. He looked at it intently for a moment, and saw some faint traces, which were fleeting and buried by the yellow sand. He collected his magical power and said in a deep voice: "Flying to the sky and escaping to the earth, falling into the blue and falling into the yellow spring. It is reasonable for those people to sneak under the yellow sand and not be found."
Zhu Nili suddenly realized that he suddenly remembered that the dragon's original form was an earth dragon. An earth dragon swam underground like a fish in water. No wonder he couldn't find it. He held up his hands and asked for advice: "The Luo Demon Emperor is sneaking in the desert without leaving any trace, how can we find him out?"
Wei Shiqi casually took out the "Ziwu Demon Refining Pot", flicked his fingers, and summoned the true spirit pottery sticker. An ancient and strange person gave him a gift in a decent manner. He had seen Wei Shiqi, and his eyes rolled around, and he saw There was a lot of yellow sand all around, and I couldn't help but groan secretly in my stomach. I was afraid that this errand would cost a lot of time.
Wei Shiqi ordered him to sneak under the yellow sand to look for the aura of the Demon Emperor Luo Xie. The "Ziwu Demon Refining Pot" uses the big demon as its source, and it cannot be more sensitive to the demon aura. Tao Tie is small and light, and tracks down the Demon Emperor Luo Xie. That's what he's good at. It was his strength, but not what he wanted. However, his arms could not twist his thighs, so Tao Tie had no choice but to agree, clenched his fists, plunged into the yellow sand, emerged from three feet away, and looked at his master aggrievedly. , discern the direction, and disappear without a trace again.
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