The northwest is almost a desert, like a lonely desert.

It is also full of sand, among which there is a group of figures moving quickly, and behind them, there is a fairy power turned into a long rainbow trailing, just like a fairy descending to earth.

There are six figures, naturally Qin Hao and Yang Qin'er.

Their speed is not fast, and in this desert of loess and dust, it is almost the time to travel a stick of incense.

In the distance, the silhouette of a building looms.

"Brother Hao'er, it's almost time to reach the desert tribe!" Yang Qin'er said coquettishly.

Qin Hao smiled lightly, and the immortal power suddenly moved, "Since that's the case, then hurry up!"

The immortal power rioted, and the immortal rainbows behind him were faintly shattered, and it was difficult to catch up with their speed.

......

In this desert, there is a village that covers the surrounding area for dozens of miles.

At this time, there was almost no one wandering around the village, as if the cluster had long been deserted, and there was not a wisp of human habit.

At the same time, Qin Hao and his party also slowly landed in this village Zheng

The six of them walked slowly for a long time, but they never saw a single figure.

Under the sand and dust, only the wild wind howled, and the whole village was extremely treacherous.

With every step he took, Chen Zixiao's brows would furrow a little deeper, "Qin Hao, I always feel a little weird!"

Hearing Chen Zixiao's voice, Wang Anxu also agreed.

"I've been to the Demon Demon Gate before, so I've also passed through this desert tribe, although the tribe in the past was not as good as the Refining City, but it was also a place with a dense concentration of monks. ”

"Indeed, brother is right!" Wang Hanxu followed closely and slowly spoke: "The desert tribe should not be uninhabited, and this sense of silence does not look like being slaughtered. ”

Kun Xu, who was following behind everyone, seemed to have his nose turned to the side.

He is a demon beast, and he is already sensitive to the breath of the human race

"They are still in the tribe, it seems that they should be hiding!" Kun Xu was full of solemnity, and his mouth was full of words.

As soon as Kun Xu's words fell, when Qin Hao and a few people were encountered, a sudden explosion sounded, and a cloud of smoke enveloped Qin Hao and the others.

Wisps of smoke entered his nose, Chen Zixiao couldn't help but be smart, but the next moment, he felt that in his eyes, Qin Hao's figure had changed into two, and then three......

Immediately afterward, he felt a little lightheaded, and it was difficult to straighten up.

In just a dozen breaths, Chen Zixiao was already kneeling on the ground, "Qin Hao, there is a poisonous miasma in the smoke!"

Bang......

Chen Zixiao was still able to barely hold on to his figure, but Wang Anxu, who was beside him, did not have such good luck.

After all, he was immersed in the refining weapon, so his resistance to this poisonous miasma was extremely poor, and he had already fainted.

And the cloud smoke still did not disperse, and gradually, Yang Qin'er's complexion gradually began to turn white, and she seemed to be also infested by the poisonous miasma.

Qin Hao's face was slightly cold, he didn't expect that he would encounter such trivial matters when he first arrived.

He gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the immortal power came out of his body, like turning into an immortal mist, enveloping the cloud and smoke inch by inch.

There was a chill on his face, and his eyes swept around.

Outside the immortal mist, there were already more than a dozen figures standing, and there were even magic weapons in their hands that flickered with a faint cold light.

Qin Hao turned around and glanced at Yang Qin'er, at this time, the girl's face was pale, and there was a soybean-sized sweat on her forehead.

"The monk of the desert tribe is really a good method!" Qin Hao's voice sank slightly.

Come to him, whoever dares to hurt Yang Qin'er should die!

Rumble!

Qin Hao's body shook suddenly, a pair of big wings crossed the air, and in an instant, he had disappeared in place.

"You ......"

A monk dressed in animal skins, his face full of horror.

In front of him, a white-robed young man appeared, and on the big wings behind him, wisps of chill escaped from the fairy patterns.

Qin Hao's cold eyes fell on this monk, "Do you want to fall?"

A pair of palms floated down and landed on the top of the monk's head, and in Qin Hao's palm, a fairy power was like a sword.

In the shocked eyes of the monks, the head of the monk dressed in animal skin exploded, and scarlet and white filth splashed.

With a shock, Qin Hao appeared in front of a monk again, and without waiting for the monk's reaction, one palm was like a sharp edge, easily tearing the monk's skin and flesh.

Piercing through his chest until he crushed the undulating pieces of flesh in his chest into powder.

At this time, Qin Hao seemed to be a devil, a devil who only knew how to kill.

The dozen or so monks in front of him were only in the Divine Source Realm, and for him, the Ning Dan Realm was not a unified enemy, let alone these monks?

"Ning Dan Realm's wanton killing of the Divine Source Realm, don't you feel a little shameful?"

Suddenly, a voice of indifference sounded in the tribe.

Qin Hao looked for prestige, and a man with a sturdy figure and a naked upper body was staring at him, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost condensed into substance.

Suddenly, Qin Hao's expression changed, and his face flashed with a thick killing intent, "Isn't it shameful to kill me with a poisonous miasma?"

He didn't talk nonsense, his big wings were in the air, and his body bowed slightly.

Wisps of immortal power turned into silk, like lines into lines, outlined on the eight-foot dragon phoenix wings, Qin Hao's eyes were slightly cold, "Jiuxiao!"

Suddenly, the light above the immortal pattern soared, and with the sound of a sword sound, Qin Hao had already appeared behind the sturdy man.

It was only for a moment, but it seemed to cross the space and appear behind the man out of thin air.

In the place where Qin Hao had paused, the air was completely annihilated, and there were ripples frozen in place, as if the space had collapsed.

Break the sky in an instant!

Escape from the sky!

The sturdy man turned around slowly, with a hint of bitterness on his face, looking at the young man who had already collected his sword in the distance, his eyes falling on his chest.

A streak of blood spread like a crack, passing over his chest and even his back little by little.

When the entire blood line was connected, a mouthful of blood erupted from the man's mouth.

Blood spurted from his mouth, "You ......"

Bang!

After only spitting out a word, he fell headlong to the ground, and there was no life in his body.

Qin Hao had already walked in front of the clouds and smoke shrouded in immortal mist, and his big wings shook suddenly, like an immortal wind, and the clouds and smoke were annihilated inch by inch.

He took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out five pills from it, and flicked them into Yang Qin'er, Chen Zixiao, and Zheng

The white robe spreads its wings and stands in front, so what's the matter with your means!

Qin Hao's thin lips moved lightly, "If you dare to do this again, I don't mind......"

"Bury the entire Desert Tribe!"

The words were cold, and Qin Hao didn't care whether the monks of this desert tribe heard it or not, but this word had already indicated his attitude.

As for letting the monks of the desert tribe go with him against Moyun Palace?

He had stopped fantasizing, or perhaps he had become disillusioned with the actions of the desert tribes.

Qin Hao stood in place, his eyes slowly closed, like a sculpture, letting the lonely wind blow in this desert and the sun was exposed.