Swish!

The sword flashed.

Feiyan, who was spinning in front of him, was immediately cut down by that sword light.

After a few flutters, Feiyan finally rolled to the ground, and after a lot of blood flowed, she finally died.

Broken sword into sheath.

Chuan Ying, who casually covered half of his face with a white veil, pursed his lips, picked up the Feiyan that fell to the ground, and then picked it up, pinched the wound on the Feiyan, and squeezed it into his mouth in the air, so that all the little blood fell into his mouth.

“……”

Smacked his mouth, and Chuan Ying's eyes were full of sighs.

After passing the Kunlun faction and his party, after meeting with the current head of the Kunlun faction and asking about some things, he began to travel west along the original road. It's a pity that Chuanying is young after all, and when he stepped into this desert, the boy finally ushered in the saddest days of his life.

After all, he had never been here.

At the moment, it's just Chuanying following the route of the former Chilian Fairy to the west again.

After quenching his thirst with the blood of the swiftlet, his tongue licked the somewhat dry lips, and Chuan Ying covered his forehead with one hand while looking west against the somewhat harsh sun and hot wind. It was a desert as far as the eye could see.

There was no trace of green as far as the eye could see, only the yellow sand rolling, and the sand dunes of different heights, without the slightest human habit.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chuan Ying smacked his mouth in some confusion, and said in his heart, is this a place where people have been?

It's hard to imagine how ordinary people would step into this vast yellow sand.

You must know that the road is in the Western Regions, although it is adjacent to the desert, and the environment itself is not very good, but if you want to be intact in this desert, you need at least a camel, and other preparations, especially water.

But even so, even ordinary people, without the leadership of acquaintances. Or if you don't have enough experience, you will also die in the desert.

Even if you are a top master, it is estimated that you will not be able to last too long. Especially when faced with a sandstorm in the desert.

At this moment, Chuanying is facing such a problem.

As a native of the Central Plains, he rarely set foot in the Western Regions.

Especially when he was still a fledgling Jianghu person.

Clever I was confused for a while.

This is the case with the current Chuan Eagle, where the best mount on the way west is not a horse, but a camel. At this time, a horse, that is completely burdensome.

Looking at the endless yellow sand in front of him, Chuanying had a faint trace of regret in his heart.

This is the moment. Even if you meet someone, it's okay.

Not for ordinary people, but also for horse thieves.

None of these are any, and it's perfectly fine to come to a ghost!

The current Chuanying doesn't feel that he will be guarded, or rather, disgusted. swallowed his saliva vigorously, but unfortunately his mouth was still dry, and Chuanying didn't even dare to speak at this time, in order to maintain his strength and moisture.

Go back.

On the ground not far behind him lay a dead horse.

It was his mount, and he had died of thirst here.

Retract your gaze. Chuanying wondered, how did she and her sister disciples walk through this vast desert in the rumor? After thinking about it, Chuanying felt that the reason was that he was too young and had no experience in the rivers and lakes.

People are smart. But rivers and lakes are rivers and lakes.

After all, a fledgling person can be regarded as a Jianghu person.

But we also need to be taught a lesson to gain experience, and if one lesson is too much, it is only to clean up the bones. Buried in the rivers and lakes.

"No way!"

"I must persevere and get out of this desert!"

"I'm going to find her and him and ask what they're doing!"

Cheer yourself up. At this moment, even if Chuanying has good skills and skills, he can only bow down when facing this vast nature. It's a pity that Chuanying can't hold on anymore.

Perhaps it was the prayer of the eagle that the blue sky finally gave the fledgling boy a hope.

Jingle Bell ......

The melodious sound of bells blew along the hot wind into the ears of the eagle.

Turning his head in surprise, he looked at the source of the sound, and saw a group of white figures slowly appearing on the sand dunes not far away, and a group of camels along a straight line.

Slowly, people are getting closer and closer.

Only then did Chuanying see the image of the person who came clearly.

He was dressed in a white shirt with strange patterns that looked like a burning flame, and a white hood attached to it. At this time, these people were men and women, and each of them had a white hood covering their faces. In addition, there is the scimitar that hangs from everyone's waist.

The crisp and melodious sound of bells comes from the ornaments hanging around the waists of these people.

A group of small gold or silver bells.

The men are golden, and the women are silver.

These strangely dressed men took their camels and rode in the direction of the eagle step by step.

After all, because of the strong support in the past few days, Chuanying couldn't help but feel dizzy anymore, and the whole person fell to the sand.

"Huh?"

"There's a beautiful boy here!"

"Help!"

"This is the first good deed that my Mingjiao has done back to the top of the light!"

Faintly, before falling unconscious, Chuan Ying heard such a conversation, and in the corner of his eye, what he saw was the hood blown away by the hot wind, revealing two delicate jade faces.

Meanwhile.

After being chased and killed by the leader of the Yin Sect, only two monks and disciples were left tragically, and they finally escaped back with the Eight Masters, and were led by the power of the Mongolian side. In the end, after Li Gong saw that he couldn't do anything, he gave up his move to continue.

For Li Gong, he exterminated most of the monks who came, which not only eliminated the depression in his heart, but also gave gifts to his future apprentices, why not?

So, the people of the Yin Sect went away in style.

On the Mongolian side, the person who came to meet was the female disciple of the Mongolian National Teacher, the Eighth Master, who was good at the Dafa of the Eight Masters of the Mongolian National Teacher, Bai Lianjue.

Although Bai Lianjue is only thirteen or fourteen years old, she has already cultivated this kung fu with her own attainments, so among the several disciples of the Eighth Master, Bai Lianjue is very powerful. When he saw that his master Bashi Ba had fallen into a state of suspended animation, Bai Lianjue immediately signaled to the same door who came to kill him at the same time. Dozens of Mongol soldiers who came together were killed in the blink of an eye.

Subsequently, after she wrote a letter imitating her master's handwriting and asked Feiying to take it to Kublai Khan, the Great Khan of Mongolia, she temporarily disappeared with her master and a few of her fellow disciples.

Bai Lianjue was well aware of her master's situation in Mongolia.

Although he was recommended by the former national teacher King Jinlun, the internal tilting of Mongolia is also very powerful, and the power of the Eight Divisions is actually the smallest. Demon Sect Meng Chixing can be said to be the emperor's teacher, who protects Kublai Khan closely, while Si Hanfei is Kublai Khan's younger brother, and the relationship is even more different.

Among the three great masters of Mongolia, only the Eighth Master is actually in a class of its own.

Traumatized right now. If you are beaten into a state of nirvana, you will be affected.

Had to do it for safety.

This incident did not end there, but only ended briefly.

Yue Yuan, the Taoist prince who beat the Eighth Master into such a state, didn't know about the Dao, and at this moment he was facing a group of monks in Shaomu Mountain, and everyone was looking at each other.

Yue Yuan and his apprentice, the little girl, the two of them, one big and one small, stared directly at the invincible Shaolin opponent.

As for destroying Shaolin at this moment, it is not in Yue Yuan's thoughts.

There are two or three Shaolin kittens at the moment, and they are not fun to kill at all. Besides, war is approaching right now. The temple Taoist temple is just a place for the common people to survive. These two reasons alone are enough to dispel Yue Yuan's so-called intention of destroying the Buddha.

No matter what kind of ruler he is, he has to give face to religion.

Especially those who are more ignorant and more murderous. But he believes in God and Buddha more and more.

The timing is not right!

The times are not right!

His eyes fell on the monks who were staring at him, no matter how much the other party hated him, or whether he was a Taoist priest. This block, Yue Yuan is decided.

Because he wants the story in front of him to follow its original development. The Three Sages of Kunlun, He Zudao, got rid of Jueyuan, let his yang energy rush and burn himself to death, and pulled Zhang Junbao to the door of the Daomen. No one knows what to do. Yue Yuan's mind is this.

As for the battle situation between He Zudao and Master Jueyuan, it has moved from here to the back mountain.

There were Miss Guo Er, as well as Zhang Junbao, and of course, the colorless Zen master of Shaolin.

After all, for the sake of his apprentice's little girl's future situation, Yue Yuan must ensure that some things in the story cannot develop and change too much.

An hour later.

The Three Sages of Kunlun, He Zudao, went down the mountain with a broken sword with a cold face.

He was defeated.

In the middle, it was just a greeting with Yue Yuan's eyes.

At this time, the other monks suddenly rushed towards the back mountain, in fact, there were already a group of monks who went to the back mountain, Yue Yuan was just blocking the door, leaving a cold iron bucket by the way, and there was no other way.

The next person who descended the mountain was the colorless Zen master.

Immediately afterwards, Guo Xiang went down the mountain, but she was on the path, and there was another person with her, that was Zhang Junbao. It wasn't the main road, but she also blew a loud slogan, and the crisp slogan was faintly echoing in Shaomu Mountain.

"It's done!"

Hearing this whistle, Yue Yuan couldn't help but smile.

Holding the little girl's figure, she immediately floated back and withdrew. In the end, she met Guo Xiang, who was sweating on the trail, and next to her was the little monk Zhang Junbao, who had fainted.

As soon as they met, Miss Guo Er nagged angrily: "This Shaolin monk is too hateful!" ”

Guo Xiang, who has a bold temperament, naturally can't look past it.

Just because of a set of Luohan boxing, this Shaolin treats their heroes like this, and wants to abolish Zhang Junbao's martial arts and take back Luohan boxing.

This is undoubtedly outrageous.

Because of this Luohan boxing......

Not from Shaolin, but from her Guo Xiang. (To be continued......)