Tu Yuan didn't expect that person to dare to fight his own idea, he was not small, or he had any special ability, or did he not see his cultivation. [Ran^Text^Library] []. [774] [buy]. [com]; Happy; text; .l+

He stood up slowly, holding the book in his hand, and turned his head with his hands behind his back, only to see that a person had stood on the sand dune at some point.

The man was actually wearing a strange dark red robe, but there was a white fox ghost mask on his face, and he suddenly appeared there, which was terrifying.

Tu Yuan looked at the other party, in his perception, this person was like a strange wisp of wind, as if invisible, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he would never believe that there was a person there.

But the previous gaze made Tu Yuan feel hot, it was a deep malicious gaze, it was killing intent.

"You want to kill me?" Tu Yuan asked coldly.

The man didn't answer, and Tu Yuan continued: "I have no grudge against you, there must be a reason for this, right?"

In the darkness of the night, there was only the wind of the desert, which wriggled the fine sand and wriggled underfoot.

"Give me the idol. ”

The man's voice came from the darkness, the voice was very stiff and strange, Tu Yuan could barely understand it.

"Statue?" Tu Yuan knew that he probably took out the idol last night, leaked his breath, and he sensed it.

"You want. Tu Yuan took back the book in his hand and said coldly: "Then come and get it." ”

As his words fell, the man silently dispersed into the void, but a piece of yellow sand blown by the wind condensed into a person in the dark sky, and let out a wind-like roar that swept through the soul.

The sand man threw himself down towards Tu Yuan, but there was also a ball of sand under his feet like a rope snake rolling towards Tu Yuan.

Tu Yuan put one hand behind his back and took a step back, but for a moment when the wind and sand on the ground were like ropes. He jerked up and stepped down.

Walking on the moon and chasing the wind is not just a kind of ability to hurry, that stepping on the moon and chasing the wind. It is the spiritual energy of cultivating and chasing the heaven and earth.

The moment the foot stepped down, the invisible wind and sand was really stepped on under the feet. The wind and sand writhed, but it couldn't wrap around his feet, and almost the same, his right hand drew a circle, and the spiritual light in his hand surged, and where he passed, the wind and sand stopped, and there seemed to be a dark red shadow in the void that he pulled out of the wind and sand directly.

"Ah......h

A scream came from the void. A dark red shadow appeared in the distance, and a wisp of red silk in Tu Yuan's hand was swallowed up by him in the palm of his hand.

What Tu Yuan is not afraid of is fighting with people, but what he is afraid of is fighting with people. The main reason is that he doesn't have a strong magic weapon to protect himself, he really wants to refine a natal spirit treasure spirit, but he has never been empty, he doesn't know the specific refining method, and he doesn't have good materials to practice, the original Huangmang sword and the soul suppression nail are lost, and now there are only these seven treasures Ruyi. and some general ritual instruments.

The person wearing a white ghost fox mask looked at Tu Yuan coldly, and Tu Yuan was already able to determine that he was not human. It's not a demon, it's a ghost.

Ghosts and demons are a combination of ghosts and demons, and they have physical bodies, but they are completely different from physical bodies.

Tu Yuan looked at it, and in his heart, he had not yet practiced the method of grasping the spirit at home, and he could just grasp it in his palm, but he just let him escape from between his palms and fingers, and only deducted a wisp of divine soul, although it would hurt him. But he can't let him die, and he may come later. And it will be more cautious.

Suddenly, there was the sound of hurried footsteps in the distance. And there was a loud shout: "Master, are you all right?" ”

The dark red man with the white mask of the ghost fox retreated violently into the darkness, scattering like sand. At the moment when he dispersed, a tall black shadow burst out of the sand, and his hands were shrouded in a cloud of black light across the void, and there was a little silver in the black light, but nothing was found.

It's the Silver Armor Corpse Ghost back.

Tu Yuan just passed on the idea and let it stay there.

However, it was not only Fan Xuanzi who came back with Fan Xuanzi, but also the big man who rode the tiger and the woman.

"Master, Master, are you alright? Fan Xuanzi looked around Tu Yuan, Tu Yuan waved his hand, pushed her aside, and looked at the woman.

"I've seen real people. The woman bowed down.

"Madame is well. Tu Yuan replied casually.

"I heard the dementor-like roar here just now, I wonder what happened to the real person?" the lady asked.

"Mrs. Xie cares, but she is just an evil ghost in the sea of sand, and it is nothing. ”

"Oh, that bother. When the lady had said this, she saluted, and went back to her own camp.

Fan Xuanzi next to him asked, "Master, what is it?"

"A ghost, walk carefully in the future, don't be alone, although this ghost has not reached the realm of Yudan, but the talent is abnormal, not to be underestimated. Tu Yuan said.

"Master, aren't you the opponent of that demon either?"

Tu Yuan's eyes widened, and he suddenly didn't want to talk to her about it anymore, so he said slightly angrily: "Have you memorized "Mr. Huainan Said"? ”

Fan Xuanzi suddenly had a bitter face, she originally liked cultivation very much, and she dreamed about it, but since she practiced, Tu Yuan often asked her to recite various Taoist scriptures, which made her afraid.

"Nope. ”

"Then don't carry it. ”

"Oh. ”

It didn't take long for Fan Xuanzi's crisp chanting sound to sound in the dark and empty desert.

The lady and the big man returned to their camp, and the big man said angrily: "This person is extremely cold and arrogant, although he has cultivation, but he has no virtue, madam, if the ghost chases him, I am afraid that he will die and will not be saved." ”

The lady did not speak, but looked into the darkness and said: "Save or not, that's someone else's business, we have no right to blame, let everyone have a good rest, let's follow them tomorrow, with them, the ghost doesn't dare to get too close." ”

"Yes, ma'am. But, ma'am, do you think that voice came from the demon?"

"I don't know, this desert seems to be barren, but in fact it is also dangerous and abnormal, although you should rest well at night, you should also pay attention to safety. ”

"Yes, ma'am. ”

The big man stepped aside and looked at the darkness, and there was a tiger lying at his feet, and the tiger's head hit his feet like a dog, but its owner didn't pay attention to him, just looked at the darkness and didn't know what to think.

The next day, walking all the way, it was safe and sound, the night was calm, only the sound of Fan Xuanzi's chanting came from the darkness, the third day was still the same, but on the fourth day something happened.

In the desert in the darkness, somehow a sand scorpion appeared, one by one, densely packed, this kind of sand scorpion without spiritual wisdom is of course nothing to a cultivator like Tu Yuan, but since these sand scorpions dare to attack a cultivator like him, it can only mean one problem, that is, there is a king behind them.

The lowest demon king is equivalent to a human Jindan monk, Tu Yuan already has a cold sweat on his back, he didn't expect that he actually plunged into the sand scorpion's lair but didn't know it. (To be continued)

ps: Today's first update.