It was the rainy season of May, it was a rainy season, it rained in the early morning, the fog rose, the road ahead was white, the road was slightly muddy, it was not suitable for hurrying at this time, but there was a carriage on the wasteland, which was no different from ordinary vehicles from a distance, leaving two deep rut marks on the wasteland.

On the wasteland, it is far away from the capital, so the bandits are rampant, and those who can rush in such terrain must be very human.

"Master, we've been on the road for so long, why haven't you come out yet, it's so boring to be alone!" The girl with a clear eyebrow looked at the road ahead, dragging her cheeks and sitting on the bumpy carriage, holding a flute in her hand, and playing a song from time to time, adding a wisp of fairy sound to this lonely wasteland.

The people in the car did not respond, as if they were sitting down.

Seeing that there was no response in the car, the woman had no choice but to drive the carriage.

Suddenly, there was a burst of thunder, and the sky became more and more dull, like a huge grinding plate, directly pressing on the carriage, the carriage was guarded by invisible air waves, and it was still walking forward, the sky seemed to be angry, and the two divine punishment-like lightning bolts were like swimming dragons, rushing straight down into the sky, and submerged in the carriage.

At the border of the Heavenly Desolation, the young man clenched his sword blade and slashed as usual, repeating this boring action, but today he slashed extremely hard!

"Four thousand six hundred seventy-seven!"

"Four thousand six hundred and seventy-eight!"

"Four thousand six hundred seventy-nine!"

"Four thousand six hundred and eighty!"

In the end, the boy condensed the strength of his whole body on the blade and swung it forward, and the air seemed to be split, making a burst of sounds, and the straw man completely cracked at this moment.

"Four thousand six hundred and eighty-one!"

The thunder in the sky also touched the soul of the young man, who raised the teacup and shook it gently, only slightly paused at this thunder, and then drank the hot tea.

"Is this the one you say will take me away?" the boy asked.

"Yes and no, then it depends on how you choose!"

"Are they in trouble?" or are they running away from something?" the boy asked rhetorically.

"What I didn't expect was that a dignified half-step saint would choose a yellow-haired girl who had never been in the world to inherit his mantle on the occasion of his ascension, and she was still a lifeless dead child, which is really interesting! It seems that I am not the only one who is crazy in this world, but everyone in the world is crazy!" The young man turned the teacup in his hand, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and said casually.

Ascend to the Holy Rank?

Saints, in this world is almost extinct, almost no one can cross this realm, but if they cross, they must be otherworldly, not controlled by heaven and earth, but the closer they get, the more difficult it becomes, and if they do not explore the way of life and death, how can they be immortal?

As for where he went after sanctification, the people in the world don't know, but when he is sanctified, the aura of heaven and earth gathers, and those who are close to his side will not benefit from a star, but the light of the bright moon!

Something that does not exist in the world and cannot happen, but there is no way to escape?

"I want to check it out!"

"It's your own business, you've already made a decision, why do you want to ask me?"

As he spoke, the boy rushed out with the blade of his sword.

Those who ascend to the saint will suffer from the catastrophe, and there is more than one person who falls at the peak of the half-saint, and the catastrophe does not only refer to the catastrophe of the heavenly thunder, but also the human catastrophe!

Ordinary demi-saints, even if they are besieged by 10,000 people, will not fall behind, only within a zhang in front of them, no one can enter, even if someone is close, the body is like a golden stone, which is very within the reach of people. Ascension is the weakest time for saints, the soul of the gods and thunder to contend with the thunder, without the empty body of the soul, no different from ordinary people, so the road to the sainthood, in most cases, is not a thunderstorm, but a man-made disaster! Therefore, everyone who ascends the saint will set up a large array to avoid creating a plot against people.

And Jiang Sheng is not among them, he travels the world, seeks his own way, he has seen the rise, development, and destruction of a kingdom, he has seen the birth, growth, and death of ordinary people, and he has seen trees draw new branches and sprouts, and then the ashes after the fire, or become a piece of charcoal, within a thousand years, how many reincarnations, but after all, he will wander at this step.

After experiencing the thunderstorm, the car is still dead and silent, but the outside of the car is not peaceful, sometimes there are raindrops falling on the carriage, ticking, pleasant and crisp, suddenly a crossbow arrow came quickly, hit the window, breaking the silence.

In the soft mud pile of the wasteland, dozens of people rushed up and rushed towards the carriage, and the girl outside the carriage was slightly flustered for a moment, but did not knock on the window.

Carjacking?

A carriage that can travel alone on the wasteland must have a great origin, and the thieves in the wasteland will definitely not rob a carriage of unknown origin on impulse, which has become a common practice, and in this case, is it not the enemy?

Saints and men are enemies?

Jiang Sheng, who has been obsessed with cultivation all his life, has never been involved in ordinary things, belongs to people outside the world, and cannot be enemies of others, so it seems that only the driving girl has a grudge against others!

If you want to kill the girl, at such a distance, if you want to kill, she may have already become a corpse, it seems that there is a plan and a premeditated plan.

Hundreds of people robbed a demi-saint, it is a million iron horses, and in front of a demi-saint, it can only be a number, how can a mere hundred people match it?

"If we can hijack this car, we will enjoy all the glory. It seems to be the finances in the carjacking, but how can the human heart be guessed by ordinary people, and for some reason, the eyes of a group of people are bloodshot.

Thousands of miles away on the top of the mountain, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, just like the fairyland of the world, in the peach forest, the two people close their eyes, sit opposite each other, a stone chessboard in the middle is the road, although the eyes are closed, but each chess piece is just right, fall in the right position.

"It seems that Jiang Sheng will also be robbed by this person!" This person seems to have passed the age of sixties, with a ruddy face, and he is a long-lived person.

"Even if you and I go, you can't help him ascend to the sainthood, the way of chess is humane! I don't know what to do next, it's better to let it be, let him go!" Under the white eyebrows, he couldn't see his face clearly, but there was a strong energy, but it was Haoran.

It was already late at night in the Sui capital, in the smoke and rain building, in an inconspicuous firewood room, the old man in tattered pudding clothes was lying in the weeds at will, but the snoring was that the noisy tenant could not sleep, but the old man was sleeping soundly.

"This should be your robbery!" I don't know if it's the old man's babbling in his dream, or who he is telling to, but who knows in the snoring!

In the mountains and forests, the trees are thick, sometimes there are birds crying softly, it should be unique in the forest, but the sound of knives and axes is to break this harmony, an old man is swinging an axe at the towering trees, sometimes there are sawdust on the face, sweat will wash down the sawdust, after the wind blows, leaving a trace.

"There is nothing in the world that keeps chopping, unless you don't want to chop, you wood, so rigid, when you chop, chop, chop!" Every time he said a word, with a loud noise, the giant tree also shook, but it did not fall for a long time.

In the snow country of the South Stygian, in a living room, there is no candle flame, it is dim, and the sound of tables and chairs colliding with the ground can be heard from time to time.

"I'm so blind, I don't even know how to light a lamp!" an old man lit the candle in the room.

"You're deaf, you can't hear it so loudly? Forget it, don't worry about you deaf. The two had an argument, but there was a sense of harmony.