Being inferior to others, he could only rely on chance. Luo Xie abandoned his two sons to confuse the audience and led his opponent into the trap. After careful consideration of this plan, he finally gained the upper hand and took the remaining troops far away, disappearing into the boundless desert. Long Linsheng abandoned the original body of De Dao, his vitality was severely damaged, and his soul fell into a deep sleep. Luo Lai promised to find the legendary stone marrow spiritual soil for him and rebuild his body. The enemy was chasing after him. Under the critical situation, Long Linsheng could only believe him once.
Luo Lai was left with only Ancestor Tianhu, Yin Guihe, Xu Sanlang and a few subordinates who never left behind. They took turns using their magical powers to split the wind and sand in the desert, relying on Wan Ren to guide the direction and escaping forward with difficulty. After finally getting rid of Wei Shiqi, Luo Xie was slightly relieved, but he still did not dare to let down his guard. He had already staked all the chips on hand. If he caught up with him again, he would have to fight with all his strength.
How did they get to the point where they seemed to be inseparable and turned against each other? Luo Lai recalled carefully that the separation of the "Eighteen Pans" hunting ground was the starting point of everything. Neither of them wanted to be inferior to others. From then on, they were destined to collide and lead to conflict at some point in the future.
The Luchuan boundary is vast. It is known as one land, two mountains, three sands and four seas. The desert and the vast sea account for 70% of it. The desert where Zong Saitou is looking for the treasure is called the "Dead Sea" and stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles. Find sporadic oases, but once you get deep into the hinterland, there will be no trace of greenery, all living things will disappear, the day will be like an oven and the night will be like an ice cave, and it will be difficult for gods to cross. Wan Ren led Luo Xie and his party around, and the message left by the old master gradually emerged. He grabbed every bit of inspiration, dragged everyone sleepless, and walked straight into the desert.
After crossing an invisible boundary, the wind and sand rolled wildly, and the powerful force was like a millstone striking up and down. It was no longer possible for everyone to escape in the air, and they could only trek on foot against the wind and sand. At this point, there was no room for retreat. The power of heaven and earth were mixed together, Luo Xie did not take good care of him, and his demonic power was slightly slack. The whirlwind came out of thin air and swept up a thin black Taoist first and threw him into the sky. The wind and sand swirled rapidly, and his flesh and blood collapsed and fell apart. He was swallowed up by the desert.
The thin black Taoist was named "Jie Lu". He was originally a confidant of the ancestor Tianhu, and later surrendered to the demon emperor Luo Xie. Over the years, he had been through life and death, and had made great contributions. However, the hidden wounds in his body had not healed for a long time, and he was unexpectedly swept away by the whirlwind. It is a pity and sad thing that he died here. With Taoist Jielu's magical powers, even if he was injured secretly, he would not be so vulnerable. Luo Xie frowned slightly and noticed something was wrong. There was another mystery in the hinterland of the desert. It seemed that there was an unknown force that overcame this world. Above heaven and earth.
Taoist Jielu's body died, and the wind and sand seemed to have exhausted their strength and gradually calmed down. A cold light flashed in Wanren's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "There is an old legend that if outsiders break into the 'Dead Sea', they must sacrifice their lives. Only in this way can the anger of heaven and earth be temporarily appeased.”
Luo Xie snorted coldly when he heard this, and suddenly felt unhappy. It was just a lower realm, so what if the world was an enemy to him? He wanted to see who was playing tricks behind his back! As soon as he thought about it, Xingtian's blood surged in his body. For some reason, his heart felt empty, and he had a vague hunch that if he didn't follow Wan Ren's words and actions, he wouldn't be able to reach the treasure he sought, even if he was close at hand. Weighing the pros and cons, he had no choice but to suppress his impulse and ordered everyone to be careful and not make the same mistake as Taoist Jie Lu.
After a few days of walking, the wind and sand came up again, this time more violent than before. The sky was dark and the earth was dark, and ghosts were crying and wolves were howling. After Taoist Jielu, another subordinate who had followed the Demon Emperor for many years fell into the quicksand. The yellow sand rolled up into a whirlpool and swallowed him up in the blink of an eye. Next, after a while, the raging wind and sand subsided again, and the desert returned to a brief period of peace.
Day and night alternate, the stars move, the handles of the Big Dipper slowly point to the west, and the time sequence changes silently. Luo Xie and his party are in the hinterland of the desert, facing the pressure of the wind and sand, fighting against the sky, the earth, and themselves, and turning back from time to time. One person, but never gave up. Following the message left by his old master, Wan Ren approached the unknown place step by step, as if it was an arrangement of fate. With every step he took, his self-awareness quietly decreased, and he was unaware of it.
Watching with cold eyes, Wan Ren's state became more and more strange. He seemed to be possessed by something, like a walking corpse with no spirituality at all. The demon king Luo Xie also felt tired. The subordinates who followed him to Luchuan Realm were swallowed up by the desert one by one. Only the ancestor Tianhu and Yin Guihe were still intact. The wind and sand in the sky struck again. Who will be swallowed up this time? Woolen cloth? What big secret is hidden behind this world?
On this day, the handle of the bucket pointed to the west, it was autumn all over the world, the wind and sand in the desert suddenly stopped, the sand dunes undulated like mountains, standing majestic, the sky was clear, without a trace of wind, the heat was transpiring, and mirages appeared layer by layer wherever you could see. In the vicissitudes of the sea, creatures proliferate, demons run rampant, and the weak eat the strong. When the "pure spiritual energy" permeates this world, the road is endless, and sword cultivators rise to the occasion and sweep across the world, out of control.
The rise and fall of Luchuan Realm over tens of thousands of years can be seen before your eyes.
The sand dunes collapsed one by one like waves on the sea. Wanren's eyes were blank, and he groaned, turning into a "Wanren Sword" with flowing cold light, rising slowly and hanging in the sky, and the Qi machine climbed steadily. Luo Lai felt lost, and then came back to his senses. He called Ancestor Tianhu and Yin Guihe to retreat. He stared at the "Wanren Sword" intently, his heart tense as a string and trembling frequently.
The "Wanren Sword" rotated left and right several times, turned into a stream of light, and pierced straight into the yellow sand. The "Dead Sea" trembled, the gravel jumped up and down, rubbed against each other, and made a loud rumbling sound, and a huge whirlpool opened in the ground. In an instant, the sky became dark and the earth became dark, the mirages disappeared one by one, the stars hung low and crumbled, the desert was dyed with a silvery glow, and the starlight illuminated every grain of sand. Luo Xie's breathing stopped suddenly, and the treasure that could move the fortunes of the world finally appeared. Even though he was used to seeing rare treasures, he couldn't help but look forward to it at this moment.
After brewing for a few breaths, a white light rose into the sky from under the whirlpool, and fleetingly, an object quietly emerged from the void, broken and blurry. Luo Xie used his eyesight enough to vaguely distinguish that this treasure was a broken seal. The stars were swaying and turbulent, and the power of the stars was pouring out. The broken seal was swept away, and it was a drop in the bucket. There was no sign of completion.
Demon Emperor Luo Xie took a deep breath, and Xingtian's bloodline woke up from its slumber. His joints crackled, and his body slowly grew taller. Every pore in his body was filled with violent power. Crane both pushed away. Xing Tianwu Qian Qi, the fierce will is always there, the upper bloodline completely exploded, shocking the world, and the red clouds rolled thousands of miles around, but they were excluded by the stars in the sky and could not gather in one place, and the tribulation thunder was still unable to take shape.
The opportunity was right in front of him. Luo Li was breathing heavily. The demonic energy was as vigorous as a flame. He stepped into the void step by step. He stretched out his right arm and grasped the remaining seal with his five fingers. The demonic power set off a huge wave and swept away. .
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