The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river

The desert sand is like snow, and the moon is like a ditch.

Wan Feibai was hiding under the broken wall of an abandoned ancient temple buried under the yellow sand underground, looking at the sky with dry and muddy eyes, thinking of these two poems, his heart was bitter.

At this moment, the sky is dark, flying sand and stones, the wind is roaring, and the yellow sand is dancing wildly in the sky, even if he is as calm as him, his face is already dark and difficult to see, and his heart is even more miserable.

He came here from the white mountains and black waters to find an oasis in the desert, and after a month, during which the dry food and water bags were exhausted, but the legendary place had not yet been found by him, let alone found, even if he did not see a shadow at all.

He also wanted to give up, but as soon as he thought of the death of his relatives in his hometown of Jialan City, the divine power of those demons, Wan Feibai rekindled his fighting spirit again, I didn't believe it, and I couldn't find that place.

When the evil wind finally stopped, Wan Feibai shook the sand on his body, stood up again, one step at a time, even though his legs were shaking, he never stopped.

Another two days passed, and when the morning sun rose on the top of the blue sky in the distance, Wan Feibai raised his eyes that were already confused, but was pleasantly surprised to find that the sky that seemed to be looming not far away seemed to have a powerful beam of light interspersed at the top of the universe, like a sharp sword, suspended above the nine heavens.

Yes, this must be the most authentic Qi Xuanmen, and it is also the only "ancient Xuanmai" in the legendary world.

Wan Feibai was like crazy, and his steps staggered towards the extreme light, but his body was exhausted, and he fainted without taking a few steps.

Wake up! Wake up!

Wan Feibai seemed to hear a voice calling out to himself in a daze, it was his mother, only a mother in this world would call herself so affectionately, and another father who called himself so had already been swallowed by the one-horned king on the "Cangshan" when he was three years old.

Mother, Wan Feibai wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

Brother, brother, I heard another voice calling myself, it was my sister, my beautiful and lovely sister called me again, Wan Feibai was overjoyed, and grabbed his hand towards his sister, but in a blink of an eye, his mother and sister disappeared.

There was only white ice and snow in front of him, and a red blood stain on the ground, as well as the gloomy smile of the one-horned king of Cangshan,

Boy, I didn't expect the Lord of Wan City to have a waste son like you, if your father hadn't injured his muscles and veins because of the "Wind and Rain City City Lord's internal strength" at that time, he wouldn't have been eaten by me fifteen years ago, at that time I regretted your body's qi and eight paths, and when you grew up, I never thought that you had been favored by your parents for many years, singing every day, mixing with the streets, dogs and horses, and now fifteen years have passed, you are still so unsuccessful, and you have not even reached the three qi mysteries, and now, what good is it for you?

The universe swirled, the wind rose suddenly, and the Cangshan One-Horned King, who was originally the body of a tiger bone, instantly became larger, standing between the universe like the sky, trampling countless people of Jialan City to death with one foot, a bloody mouth, and countless people were sucked into the belly of the demon beast.

Wan Feibai only felt that his qi was floating in his chest, and he suddenly opened up the five paths of the cyclone, and instantly exerted his strength, sacrificing the "Eternal Ancient" divine sword behind him, and plunged straight into the eye of the demon king.

The one-horned king took a hard sword, but he was unscathed, and he laughed out loud.

Okay, okay, you broke through the five paths of the cyclone for a while, but what are the five paths? What can I do with the six and seven paths? Boy, take your life-------

There was a burst of sand and rocks, ice cubes danced, and blood flowed like a river.

Young city lord, leave quickly, we will fight hard, "the gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late", and the day when the young master breaks through the eight paths of the cyclone is the time to avenge us.

Wan Feibai looked at the kind old man in front of him and was about to speak, but was thrown out by Bai Dacheng, the protector of Jialan City, who used the technique of integrating "Hundred Miles Flying" all his life.

The last glance was to see Uncle Cheng and several Dharma Protectors rushing into the feet of the Unicorn King, and he was also thrown away by the White Protector a hundred miles away.

Mother, sister, Uncle Bai, Wan Feibai had blood and tears in his eyes, and was about to rush back to the battlefield of Jialan City, when a thousand miles of sound came, it was the voice of another Dharma protector Mu Daoji, the young master went quickly, the left and right protectors were all killed, and it wouldn't last long, if you don't go, the one-horned king will be coming. It's not a pity for me to wait for death, just wait for the young master to return, and it is enough to avenge us.

A burst of shouting and killing struck, it was the sound of Mu Daoji's injury, and then gradually the sound of anger weakened, until finally heard a sentence, the young master went quickly, and then fell silent.

Wan Feibai didn't hesitate anymore, and sped up with ten times the speed, with only one thought in his heart, to find his father's sect and break through the eight paths of the cyclone.

On the road or meet the little demon, or meet the god, the shallow way can also fight with one, the road is a little more advanced and often defeated, the fairy often disdainful, let it go, but the little demon does not disdain to eat, to the end, to stay a small life to so far.

And the young boy who has enjoyed the privilege for more than ten years is no longer as superior as before, after this battle, his heart suddenly precipitated, and he just groped towards the sect that his mother accidentally mentioned in the past.

Blame yourself, your mother often teaches herself or mentions everything related to her father, but she is put on the back of her mind, and she thinks that there are Uncle Cheng and others in Jialan City, and ordinary people dare not be enemies with him, even the Cangshan unicorn also heard that he was seriously injured because of the fight with the little heavy mountain immortal, and it was difficult to get out for a hundred years, so he didn't want to forge ahead, and it was not until more than ten years that he broke through his own three cyclones.

Until this catastrophe is encountered, it is finally understood, and then it is too late!

All the way through the top of the mountain, the forest and grassland, and finally into the desert mentioned by the mother, but all the way there is no grass, coupled with the desert wind and sand and rocks, there are several times I almost can't survive, and the only support is the belief in revenge for relatives.

Mother, sister, father, Wan Feibai thought of this, painful, wanted to scream but couldn't scream, just crying.

However, there was a voice around me, a very nice female voice.

Hall Master Ren, you see, this young man is in tears, and the tears he shed are red, ah!

What is all the fuss about? Everything in this world grows according to its own laws, people, demons, gods and demons, all kinds of things in the world, and so on, don't you see monsters and beasts with horns?

People shed tears perhaps because they are sad, and those who are overly sad are like this, or they have great hatred or great injuries, all from the bottom of their hearts, so it is not surprising that blood and tears are shed.

Listening to the people around him talking, his words were full of wisdom, and his voice was as green as a yellow bird, like the sound of heaven, Wan Feibai listened to it very useful, but he didn't dare to open his eyes, because he suspected that he had entered the Three Realms of Hell, but then he thought, how could Hell Shura have such a beautiful sound? Could it be that he is still in the world or has already flown into the heavens?

I couldn't wait to open my eyes when I thought about it----------