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Mu Jun stood at the gate of the Poplar City in the Desert Desert, looking at the dark and yellow wind rock hills in the distance, his hands on his cuffs, and his face was calm and waveless. Today was the third day of arriving in Huyang City, and Mu Jun secretly thought, if no one came to pick him up, would he be able to go back to the sect?

The guard monk at the gate of the city glanced at Mu Jun's cloud-clothed robe a few times, hesitated a few times, and then walked to her side and stretched out his hand to salute: "The monk is from Yunhua Sect?"

"Yes, indeed. Mu Jun also returned a peer ceremony, and his cultivation was almost the same as his own.

"But to the Hidden Valley?" the guard grimaced.

Mu Jun paused for two breaths, his eyes swept over the guard's face, and then nodded: "Yes......"

"Oh, that's right!" The guard raised a smile, clapped his hands together, and saw Mu Jun's look of vigilance and confusion, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Xiao Xiu Wang Qi, the guard of Huyang City, is waiting for the monk here by the order of the Lord of the Desolate Hidden Valley." ”

"Oh?" Mu Jun frowned slightly: "I waited here for three days, why did Brother Wang only tell me today?" Don't blame Mu Jun for being suspicious, after leaving the teleportation array three days ago, he went straight here, and dangled in front of this person for three days, but today he was told that he was the one who came to pick him up, who believes?

"Don't blame the monk," Wang Qi smiled and scratched his head: "In the past, I have only seen a monk of the Yunhua Sect wearing blue and white robes, and I have never seen such a style, all blame the little cultivator for his clumsy eyes, presumably the monk must be an inner noble cultivator!"

"......" Mu Jun glanced down at his robe, which was indeed not quite the same as the robe of the outer disciple: "I don't know when I can leave for the Desolate Hidden Valley?"

"Immediately," Wang Qi said, holding out his hand. He led Mu Jun towards the row of houses on the left side of the city gate: "The monk can go by sandstone eagle beast. "Passing through the door, there is a huge flat dirt square. In the neat pens were several huge sandstone eagles. Wang Qi opened a pen and pulled out an adult sandstone eagle with winged iron gray. Mu Jun glanced at its hind toes and counted its age, which was twelve years old. According to the age of the sandstone eagle beast that is nearly 100 years old, this one is still in the juvenile stage, with sharp eyes, although it is in captivity, it is difficult to hide its rebelliousness.

Wang Qi checked the seat, patted the head of the sandstone eagle beast, and said with a smile: "Xiao Rui is most familiar with the distance of the Desolate Hidden Valley. Let it be sent to the monks. ”

"Thank you!" Mu Jun bowed, took out a small jar of 'Thousand Days of Drunkenness' and handed it to Wang Qi: "Home-brewed spirit wine, Monk Wang can taste it." ”

"The monk is too polite," Wang Qi took the wine jar and smiled brightly: "Xiao Xiu usually has this bite, thank you!"

Mu Jun jumped onto the seat, grabbed the reins, kicked the seat lightly, and turned his head sideways to say goodbye to Wang Qi's head. The sandstone eagle beast stretched out its three-zhang giant wings and flew towards the blue sky. Wang Qi stood in place and looked up at the distant shadow, and suddenly slapped his forehead: "I forgot to tell the monk that if you encounter robbery in the middle of the road, don't tell me that you are going to the Deserted Hidden Valley." "I'm annoyed. glanced at the wine jar in his hand, grinned and said to himself: "As a noble cultivator of the inner gate, he dares to go to the Barren Valley alone." It must be a shallow cultivation, and there must be no need to remind yourself of many things. "Turn your head and forget about it.

It flew in a northwesterly direction for almost five hours. Only then did he faintly see the boundary of the Wind Rock Hill group, and Mu Jun stared down at the black thousand-legged insect shuttling between the Wind Rock Hill group. Scalp tingling. Passing through the wind rock hills, you will see the endless dark Gobi Desert, sparsely growing with strange bushes. The crown of the tree was a layer of lilac, but the top was a white spire, and two long red stamens emerged and swayed in all directions, and the stamens of the sandstone eagle beast flew through the air, and the stamens swam like a snake's head.

After flying along the dark Gobi stall all night, Mu Jun checked the map and calculated carefully, at this speed, it would take twelve hours to fly, and she missed the ball for a thousand miles, although it was often out of tune. The morning sun rose from the horizon, Mu Jun stood up, pinched the trick with both hands, and two vine shadows rose from behind her, stretching the branches and leaves towards the morning sun, absorbing vitality.

Eight hundred miles away from Mu Jun, twelve adult sandstone eagle beasts were ready to go, and a young woman in a wide black robe stretched out her arms to catch the fist-sized cloud bird that had landed from the sky, and talked to it for a few breaths. The drooping-eyed elderly woman with her hands on her side looked faintly into the distance: "How many?"

"One person," the young woman in the black robe muttered, "the sandstone eagle beast riding in Poplar City is a female cultivator. ”

"Lonely female cultivator?" The older woman retracted her gaze, stretched out her palm to look at the lines of her palm, and was silent for a few moments: "But the Yunhua Sect monk?"

"Perhaps," the young woman was unsure, turning and jumping on a sandstone eagle, "I'll go and find out." ”

"I'm not busy," the older woman waved her hand and turned around twice in place: "Riding a sandstone eagle beast, the cultivation is fixed under the golden pill, but if you dare to walk through the desert alone, you will definitely hold it." Forget it, let this order go, let the black cloud head eat it. ”

"This ......" The young woman was a little unwilling, but it was indeed a trouble to think about it, and with a wave of her hand not far away, the herd of silent sandstone eagles and beasts scattered in all directions, but after a few breaths, the figure was faint.

A moment later, Mu Jun flew past here, and his eyes fell on the woman standing alone on the black stone of the Gobi, the two looked at each other for five breaths, and the woman raised her hand to pinch Mu Jun and saluted. Mu Jun's eyes narrowed slightly, he got up and saluted back, and with a wave of his hand, a jar of 'Thousand Days of Drunkenness' flew towards the woman, and a black ribbon rushed to the sky, wrapping up the wine jar, but two breaths fell back into the woman's hand.

The woman in black slapped the lid open, the fragrance of spiritual wine in her spleen and lungs rushed straight to her divine sense, she raised the altar with one hand and raised her head to drink, closed her eyes and savored a few breaths, turned her head to look at the white shadow in the distance, cracked the corners of her lips, and praised: "Good wine!"

The wind sent praise, Mu Jun turned around and glanced at the figure that was still faintly visible, exhaled lightly, and sighed secretly in his heart: "It's so dangerous!"

Mu Jun recalled Qinggang's request when he left, and there were two things that were the most common in the desert: giant poisons and robbers. When you encounter giant poisons, you must intercept them as quickly as possible to prevent them from attracting other poisons and putting yourself in danger. However, the monks in the foundation building period can fly a lot, and when they encounter troublesome poisons, it is best to avoid them.

As for the bandits in the desert, they have a long history, dating back more than 10,000 years, which is longer than the history of Yunhua Sect. The first generation of bandits in the desert have established their own sects and formed their own bandit inheritance, such as the famous barren gate in the cloud world. According to the records compiled by Yunhua Sect, this sect was established 15,000 years ago, and the second generation of sect masters ascended in 10,000 years.

If the Aramen is ranked according to its inheritance and history, it is comparable to the Yunhua Sect. However, after all, there are only a few monks who want to be robbers, and the absurd gate has always been more peculiar in accepting disciples, and it has been passed down to this day, only twenty-eight generations, and there are no more than two people in one generation. Perhaps this is the reason why the Wild Gate has always dominated the Desert, and the Yunhua Sect can still make friends with it.

The more famous bandit families in the desert have two surnames, the Qi family in the Northern Desert and the Hongjia family in the South Gobi, and the history of these two powerful families also has a family history of 8,000 years. These two families have been married for generations, and they are connected with the barren gate, and the huge desert is the back garden of these three families. When Mu Jun saw this information, he asked lightly in confusion: Since the monks all over the world know that there is such a group of big robbers in the Desert Desert, who is okay for a day, and stupidly runs to the Desert to let them rob?

After hearing this, he stared at Mu Jun for a few breaths, spread out the map of the Cloud Realm with a wave of his hand, and pointed to the center of the Desolate Hidden Desert in the uppermost corner on the left: "Do you know why the sect wants to set up a station in the Desolate Hidden Valley?" Before Mu Jun shook his head, he pointed to the huge mountain range not far from the Desolate Hidden Valley: "The Desolate Mountains not only have countless heavenly and earthly treasures, but also countless ancient monks' relics. After saying this, Mu Jun's eyes lit up, and he reached out and patted her head with a smile: "Before the baby, don't even think about it." ”

"Most importantly, the Hidden Mountains are the Eye of the Realm that connects the Four Realms. Qing Kong's finger swept across the Desolate Mountain Range: "Cloud Demon Realm, Cloud Ghost Realm, Cloud Demon Realm, and monks from other realms may enter the Cloud Man Realm from here." ”

Mu Jun suddenly understood that in this cultivation world, each realm was like a four-petal flower, composed of the four worlds of humans, demons, demons, and ghosts. Each side of the realm connects the realm, like a beehive, forming three thousand realms under the weight of thirty-three days. If Mu Jun in his previous life heard that the world was structured like this, he would have thought it was a fantasy. However, in this world of cultivation, the out-of-body maharaja can tear through time and space, travel through countless realms, and come and go freely in the three thousand realms, and when you reach that height, you will feel that the world is still very small.

Mu Jun sat on the back of the sandstone eagle beast, holding his chin and looking at the seven sandstone eagle beasts flying towards him in front of him, infinitely melancholy. Looking at the several people standing on the back of the eagle from afar, with different styles of robes, young and old, they knew that it was another group of scattered immortal robbers. According to reliable information, the three families of the North Qi and Nanhong Zhonghuang Sect have reached an unwritten rule: all monks with bandit aspirations are welcome to come to the desert to rob.

This laissez-faire attitude has made the desert not only have three big robbers, but also countless small robber dens. The women I met before must also be a group of robbers, although I don't know why they didn't attack them, but Mu Jun is very sure that they are definitely in the mood to watch the excitement.

However, after twelve breaths, seven sandstone eagles and beasts surrounded Mu Jun, and the distance remained at five zhang. On the back of the sandstone eagle beast in front of Mu Jun's left, there stood a young man in a blue military robe.

"The fairy travels alone in the desert, and it is very lonely to think of it, why don't I accompany you?" the young man in blue smiled and raised his hand to salute Mu Jun.

"How do you accompany?" Mu Jun still held his chin and looked at him calmly.

"......" The man in blue was stunned by Mu Jun's attitude, and the expression on his face changed slightly: "The fairy can accompany him as much as he wants." ”

"Oh," Mu Jun swept the people before and after, and was secretly shocked in his heart, they were all in the foundation building period, are these monks really boring?

"Just fly with me. Mu Jun looked lazily ahead, and the palms on his knees were faintly sweaty.

"I wonder where the fairy is going?" the man in blue glanced at his companion opposite.

"Desolate Hidden Valley," Mu Jun turned his head to look at the man in blue, "You want to go together?"

"Fairy is a monk of Yunhua Sect?" A smile appeared on the face of the man in blue: "The robe of the Guanxian Sect is different from that of the previous monks of Yunhua Sect, but it is a noble cultivator of the inner door?"

"......" Mu Jun lowered his eyes, and the same sentence said by the guards of Poplar City flashed in his mind, and he was silent: "Indeed!" (to be continued......