Desert sea.

The yellow sand that flies openly covers the sky and the sun, blocking the light of the night, and the surroundings are pitch black, only the whistling wind sweeps past the ears, louder than thunder, and the rough flying sand is like a thin needle tip, slapping on the face, and it hurts raw.

Gu Qianxue walked on this terrible desert step by step, and the deep traces left by each foot were annihilated by the flying sand in an instant.

She changed into a robe with a wide hood, and at the same time covered her face tightly, leaving no trace of excess skin exposed except for a pair of eyes.

In Gu Qianxue's right hand with thick gloves, she carried a well-made palace lamp, which played a role in illuminating the dark desert sea, although she could only see a hundred steps ahead at most, and with the eyesight of the Spiral Condensation Realm monk, she couldn't see it too clearly.

She walked silently on the road of her memory, but the howling wind around her and the yellow sand in the sky made her eyes lose focus from time to time.

Since stepping into this desert sea, the memories of her past life that she has always deliberately forgotten are like maggots on tarsal bones, burrowing into her mind, making her always remember the past.

In her previous life, she was expelled from the house and hunted down by the Gu family, at that time her qualifications were still terrible, and she could only rely on her own cleverness and not bad luck to barely escape the pursuit of the Gu family.

As a result, in the process of chasing and escaping, for some reason, her reputation of being full of evil spread slowly in Lingnan, and she was even mistaken for a demon cultivator, holding some heavenly treasures in her hands.

As soon as such a rumor came out, Gu Qianxue's name in Lingnan spread even more, and those small sects that coveted her also began to hunt her down, and Gu Qianxue could only kill all the people who rushed to her in front of her in order to survive.

This kind of killing intensified, not to mention attracting the attention of the Lingnan Gate, and even the monk of Zizaiguan decided to pursue her, and she fled like crazy all the way until she escaped to the deserted Gobi.

However, those Lingnan monks still refused to let her go, and asked her to hand over the treasures so that she could die a little easier.

Gu Qianxue hated it in her heart, where did she have any treasures.

But no matter how she explained, no one would believe her words, and in desperation, Gu Qianxue gritted her teeth and got into the desert sea full of flying sand.

As soon as she entered the desert sea, Gu Qianxue was swept into the storm and was completely submerged in quicksand, dying.

She was buried in the dark sand, thinking she was going to die.

However, just as she was about to lose consciousness, the thick quicksand that weighed on her body was dug up.

Unexpectedly, the desert sea that day seemed so calm, clear as a wash, shrouded in a silent desert sea, dazzling but not blazing sun, a rare sight in a thousand years on this perennial sunless map.

A beam of light came in and shone on Gu Qianxue, who had just been rescued.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and in her somewhat blurred vision, she saw a figure standing against the light, and said with a smile at her: "Haha, what was dug up this time is really not a dry corpse, I bet right!" It seems that my brother is not all right, I still have brains! ”

Perhaps it was the sunlight at that moment that was too warm and dazzling, so that tears gradually overflowed in her eyes, and crystal clear tears fell in large pieces.

At the same time, it also made her gradually see the appearance of the man who saved her.

"Damn it!"

Gu Qianxue unconsciously clenched the palace lamp in her hand, suddenly came back to her senses, and cursed in a low voice.

She actually remembered this person again.

If she had been buried in the yellow sand and died quietly, those things would not have happened, and she would not have ...... The demon that makes her so painful that she is obsessed.

"I said, aren't you too ruthless as a woman...... Ahh ”

Kizawa, who was following her, finally couldn't help but speak.

The former chief disciple of Xuantian Sect, who used to be a local tyrant to scatter coins in public, can now only be Gu Qianxue's follower and temporary collaborator, and he is so stunned that he can't bear to look at him directly.

There was no trace of excess cover on Jingzawa's body, it was still the coarse linen clothes he wore before departure, his face, hair and clothes were covered with dark yellow gravel, and his bare neck and hands had begun to make small cuts.

The combination of these small openings looks a little hideous and terrifying.

And Kitzawa's face ...... Probably because the skin is thick enough, it looks intact.

Gu Qianxue heard his complaint, turned around, saw Jing Ze's face that was not hurt at all, was silent for a moment, and said, "How can you be so thick-skinned?" ”

"Do you know the 10,000-year-old chalcedony? That thing is a rare and good treasure, a heavenly treasure that only Xuantian Sect has, of course, a disciple level like yours will definitely not be able to touch it. Kitzawa finished his sentence as if showing off, and then spat out the sand that had just gotten into his mouth.

Gu Qianxue was even more incomprehensible: "Could it be that you washed your face with 10,000-year-old chalcedony?" Why is only the face unaffected? ”

“…… No," this time Isawa was silent for a while, and then spoke, "I almost fell into the bottom of the milk cave of the 10,000-year-old chalcedony before, and I didn't fully touch it, but my body also touched part of it. ”

At this moment, Gu Qianxue understood, and couldn't help but be a little funny: "You fell face to the ground?" ”

Jing Ze didn't show any embarrassment, but said with a smile: "Yes, I fell face to the ground, and the 10,000-year-old chalcedony made me a face, and my master simply used chalcedony to put on my face, so that I could cherish this face, after all, I was too good-looking when I was a child, and the people of the sect always compared me with Lian Jiuqu, and my master also wanted me to become the top brand of Xuantian Sect in addition to Lian Jiuqu." ”

Gu Qianxue narrowed her eyes slightly, and for the first time she seriously looked at Jing Ze's face, and immediately sneered.

Although Jing Ze's appearance is really good, compared to Lian Jiuqu, whether it is facial features or the bearing of the whole body, it is simply a big difference.

"Eh, you've wrapped yourself so tightly, can't you just give me an extra piece of clothing to cover?" Kagezawa began to make his own demands.

Referring to this requirement that needs to be wasted on Jing Ze, Gu Qianxue's smile immediately retracted, and she said in a cold tone: "No, you just put up with it, the sandstorm here will stop in the early morning of the day after tomorrow at the latest." ”

"You woman is really ruthless, didn't she offend you before, and now we are collaborators, don't we talk about any affection?" Jing Ze rubbed his hands imperceptibly, the wound on it looked really shocking, but he still showed a smile that was not beaten.

Gu Qianxue looked away and said with a heartfelt voice: "When you have enough value, let's talk about love again." ”

Kagezawa shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and did not continue to force, extending the topic to another direction: "Now that this sandstorm is raging, there is no sign of stopping at all, why are you so sure that the barrier here will definitely stop?" Do you know someone who is very good at divination, or do you know some special ......?"

"If you continue to talk nonsense, I'll bury your head in the sand, the kind that can't be pulled out."

Gu Qianxue's tone was light, but in fact, she was extremely murderous and threatening.

Seeing that this woman didn't eat oil and salt, and she couldn't say anything along the way, Jing Cheng pouted rather boredly and complained: "Compared to a boring woman like you, I still prefer your sharp-toothed third sister." ”

Mentioning Gu Yunying, Gu Qianxue held the hand of the palace lamp and squeezed it again, and scolded in a low voice: "Shut your mouth!" ”

Jing Zhan spread his hands, although he has always been poor, but his heart is clear.

Gu Yunying, sure enough, is Gu Qianxue's bottom line.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart, and he didn't bother to speak again.

The two men continued towards the depths of the desert sea.

However, what they didn't know was that in the extraterritorial realm separated by the entire Western Regions, a group of demonic monks in robes were guarding outside a swamp that no one cared about, and they surrounded this place.

These monks have dark skin, deep facial features, and different colors of their pupils, some black, some blue, some green, and even different pupils, and their appearance characteristics are also different, even the robes they wear are also different.

The only thing that is exactly the same is the Sanskrit sound of the Buddhist scriptures they chant in unison.

These Sanskrit sounds seemed to turn into circles of golden light, enveloping all sides of this swamp, forming a prohibition to isolate the outside world.

And in the middle of this group of bald heads, there are several monks with long hair and Lingnan costumes, both of whom have two huge and heavy long knives pinned to their waists, and the cold knives are flashing with faint blood light, which are murderous knives that drink blood all year round.

The leader of the long-haired monks was a man who appeared to be extremely young, with a slender and muscular figure and a handsome face, with a cynical smile on his face at all times.

This person is the "young master" of the Demon Cultivation Miao Village, Xie Ying.

Different from the nervous emotions of the people around him, he seemed extremely relaxed, lying on the lawn beside him without any image, with a stick of grass in his mouth, yawning, and said, "How long do you have to read the Rakshasa Temple?" It is said that monks love to chant scriptures, and you are also demon cultivators, and you can even chant scriptures better than those in Nanke Temple, and I want to sleep when I hear it. ”

The monk Hyuntong, who was closest to him and was also in charge of guarding the monks of the Rakshasa Temple, turned his head slightly, aimed a pair of godless blind eyes at Xie Yingshi, and explained in a good temper: "Xie Daoyou is a little calm, and the poor monk is also safe, after all, the tomb of the ancient god may hide evil spirits."

"It is a great kindness for your brother to help us enter and investigate, and the poor monks are reciting scriptures outside in order to suppress the evil in the mausoleum, and it is also a small contribution to your brother to reduce his danger."

Hearing this explanation, Xie Ying pursed his lips, but he didn't complain anymore.

His eyes gradually fell on the swamp surrounded by everyone, and he muttered a little unwillingly: "Actually left me and ran in by myself, what is it about this ancient mausoleum that attracts you?" ”