In the good way, among the traversers, they are all cultivators, the foot journey is extremely fast, but a month of effort, has already walked to the Kunlun Mountain, the majestic Kunlun ancestral vein across the Nanzhan Continent and Xiniu Hezhou, is the natural state boundary of the two large states, the long yellow sand Gobi of Xiniu Hezhou, to here, there is a trace of the softness brought by the snow melt on the Kunlun Mountain.

The winding rivers in the Gobi Desert, creating many oases, they follow the river to form a string, like the Gobi yellow sand, silver silk strung green pearls.

This is a no-man's land in the wilderness of thousands of miles, and the traverser has been walking along the river on the Gobi for three days, because the speed of climbing the clouds is slow, except for crossing the mountains and rivers, passing through those wind-eroded rocks and the rugged terrain of the river valley, to set up wind and clouds, and at other times, or to perform the divine foot (Buddha bhikshu) or paste the Jiama Yellow Fu, or use the retreat method, in short, they show their magical powers, and dare not fall behind.

"Most of the rivers here originate from the snowy peaks of Tanggula and Kunlun, and along this dry river, you should not be far below the Kunlun Mountains!" Chen Ang showed them the way.

Some people doubted: "The topography of this ancient era is too different from that of later generations!" Why are you sure? ”

"It's horrible here!" The old pedant muttered: "The Yuan Magnetic Divine Light I cultivated, after entering the Great Gobi, I can no longer discern the direction!" The wind that blew the day before yesterday was as strong as a steel knife, and the black sand was like cold iron, mixed in the evil qi, not to mention the flesh and blood, even the magic weapon of pure gold couldn't stand it! ”

"And say, you idiot!" The old Taoist priest of Qingchen said angrily: "In the black wind evil, you actually dared to use the Yuan Magnetic Divine Light to protect yourself, but as a result, the high-altitude wind and the black storm intersected, and the essence of the fine iron in the black sand was also attracted by you." The heavens and the earth intersected, turning into a divine thunder Xuansha, and with the help of the black sand of gold and iron, it turned into a ninety-nine golden wind and a divine thunder...... The catastrophe is not so terrible! The old man lived for more than 350 years, and he was fortunate to see Dao Zu when he saw it, and he almost killed you! ”

"And last time!" The butcher strong man also scolded angrily: "You flew across the river valley with the Yuan Magnetic Divine Light, and you ran fast, but I was frightened when I encountered the valley behind you, mixed with poisonous water erupted upward, and within hundreds of miles, the grass, trees, birds and beasts were all dead." If I hadn't given up a pair of life-saving talismans and fled, I would have turned into pus at the slightest bit of poisonous water! ”

"And the last time you alarmed the valley demon, swallowing the miasma, almost swallowing me alive!"

"I was almost killed by you! The voice called the names of both of us, and you didn't run back fast, nor did you remind me, but I was careless, and when I looked back, I almost died at the hands of the demon. If it weren't for Chen Ang's predecessors to rescue him...... My predecessors even gave me a secret method of magical powers, which can evoke people's souls, do you want to give me an explanation. Don't blame me for calling your name. ”

The old pedant has already provoked the anger of the heavens and the people, and has committed the anger of the public, and now someone has taken the lead in denouncing, seeing that many of the traversers are gearing up, they want to give him a good look, he has to be careful to admit his mistakes, go around to make amends, and promise many benefits, but also his own erudition, there are still many useful places among the traversers, so they have not been besieged by the crowd.

Besides! The old scholar is proficient in the method of escape, and the best thing is the art of escaping, and he is also timid as a mouse, alert, and has always adhered to the principle of not running but danger, can I still not run you? 's attitude of escaping, although he has repeatedly caused trouble, but every time an incident occurs, he can escape for his life one step ahead of others. That's why many people have been trapped. There are so many people here, if Chen Ang and several other recognized masters don't make a move, it is really impossible to take him down.

The old pedant wanted to change the topic, he was extremely sensitive to the surrounding environment, and he sensed that something was wrong in front of him, so he hurriedly pointed forward and exclaimed: "Look at that oasis, it seems to be different? ”

Everyone used their magical powers and peeked ahead, and sure enough, a hundred miles away, there seemed to be human traces in a riverside oasis, but at this time it was a meal, but there was no one in it.

Several powerful people set up a retreat, and in less than a moment, they landed in the oasis, and the middle-aged demon Dao just landed, and they couldn't help but exclaim, and the others also had solemn faces. In the oasis, there were bones scattered everywhere, and some dried corpses seemed to be still struggling, with hideous expressions, as if they were dying in pain.

The old Taoist priest of Qingchen looked around, and said solemnly: "These should be nomadic ghost Fang Rong people, for some reason, the entire tribe is dead!" I looked around and found that the miserable yin qi here was very strong, with a hint of ferocity. It should be the plague or filth that kills people. But people here don't die suddenly, and I looked behind it, and there were many newly piled tombs. The entire tribe must have struggled for a month and buried nearly half of the population before it was suddenly slaughtered! “

The butcher strong man stood in front of the two skeletons, his expression was a little puzzled, as the traversers felt one after another, they also had a judgment on the situation, everyone thought that this should not be far from the Kunlun Hundred Kingdoms, come to Kunlun Mountain, is where the ghost nomads are, in the ghost side, about to the Hetao Plain where the Yiqu is located.

After only a few steps in the ruins of the tribe, someone smelled an extremely strange smell, a bit like the fishy smell of a beast, with a strong smell of decay, a few people came up to take a look, it turned out to be a row of clay pots, neatly arranged in a row, placed under the earthen wall, some people curiously leaned over to take a look, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"These jars contain human heads!"

The old pedant leaned in, and sure enough, he saw the position of the belly of the jar, there was a tightly stuffed black ball, he broke one, and saw that the round head inside rolled out, it was a human head, or the head of the ghost dog, with wide eyes and an extremely hideous face.

Someone among the traversers said in a trembling voice: "The mouth of this jar shouldn't be able to fit a human head!" ”

Everyone looked at it, and sure enough, the opening of the jar was only the size of a fist, not to mention a human head, even the radius of the neck was larger than it, and someone sneered: "You are still a cultivator, such a trivial matter can be done with the technique of shrinking objects." He lifted an empty jar next to him and put it on his head, and sure enough, he easily put his head in.

His voice buzzed from inside the jar: "Look, I'm going to stuff it in!" ”

"Boring!" Everyone shook their heads and laughed, everyone is a cultivator, who is scared of this trick? After a hasty inspection, everyone did not mean to avenge the people of this tribe, but just a spell, from the breath of some valuables of the tribe, to find out where the traces of people in front of them were, determined the direction, and rushed over.

At this time, someone saw that the previous traverser was still wearing the jar, and couldn't help but laugh: "Are you still going to wear it all the time?" ”

When the old Taoist priest, the monk and the strong man who were walking in front heard this, they hurriedly looked back and saw that a person with a jar on his head was standing behind them, and did not answer and speak, the old Taoist priest's face changed, and he couldn't help but scold: "Don't come close!" He's not human anymore! ”

The Buddha's bhikkhu looked angry, and kept reciting the Buddha's name in his mouth while holding the Buddha beads.

"The yin qi is so heavy, I'm afraid this is the filth that caused this tribe to be slaughtered! that ye shall not die...... With a little magical power, you dare to move around, is it really that this is still our world? In ancient times, ghosts knew how many sinister ghosts there were, don't forget...... The underworld is still there! The old Taoist priest scolded.

Chen Ang reminded: "The underworld is still there, how can such a ghost thing come out in broad daylight?" Could it be that something happened to the underworld? ”

"The seniors are thinking too much!" The strong man could still laugh and say: "What is the situation in this ancient underworld, we don't know, don't we occasionally leave out two ghosts?" ”

Someone couldn't help but split out a palm thunder temptation, the thunder light easily split the clay pot, revealing the human head inside, only to see that the original person's head had disappeared, and now the one on his neck was the human head contained in the clay pot that had just been broken.

Everyone looked to see where the head was, and where was the broken clay pot? But there is a complete clay pot, and everyone can understand whose head it contains without looking at it.

The old Taoist priest roared angrily: "Heaven and earth are infinite, and Qiankun borrows the law!" The iron dust in his hand soared, and the silver filaments swept away, slapping on the ghost thing, and countless thunder lights intertwined into thousands of tiny silver snakes, which were about to refine the ghost thing into flying ashes. The man's head flew up and turned into a terrifying bird with two ears as wings, allowing the body to be refined by the thunder.

The old Taoist priest scolded: "Rini is a turtle son! If it weren't for the fact that you harmed Lao Tzu's baby, the dust was in the golden wind, and the god thunder was greatly injured. As for Lao Tzu to this point? ”

Chen Ang reminded loudly: "Be careful, that's a Gu Eagle!" ”

The fierce bird Gu Eagle that the head turned into screamed, and a group of traversers covered their ears to resist the sharp cry, and after the sound passed, everyone was unharmed, and the strong man sneered: "With your three-legged cat ability, it's okay to harm mortals, and you still want to harm us......"

Before he finished speaking, his face began to turn pale, because he saw that the row of more than thirty clay pots, because of the cry of the Gu Eagle, had all begun to crack, and the things inside were ready to move, and the traversers looked at the Gu Eagle, who had just killed one of them, and weighed it for a moment, and found that even if the Qingchen Old Daoist who was in the top three in their mana made a move, it was only more Gu Carving that could be equalized.

If you join forces with that Buddha bhikshu, you may be able to eliminate the Gu Eagle after a hard battle, and there are definitely no more than ten people who can help here, but there are more than thirty jars that can turn into Gu Eagle monsters.

Everyone can analyze a rough idea by using elementary school mathematics to calculate, so the old scholar was the first to react and fled for his life, and others followed, even Chen Ang was no exception.

Someone flew into the air and looked back, only to see that countless strange birds and monsters turned into human heads had been chased into the air, among the tribe, a few dead poplars pulled out their roots, and among the root wraps, several dry corpses were struggling, there were ghosts flying by the river, and there were white dogs running on the ground.

In the shadow of the ghost, the gaze of an indescribable being remained in his last memory.

"Brahman!"

The old Taoist priest heard a terrified cry behind him, and he turned around and saw a traverser who had escaped from the wind, living in mid-air and turning into a hideous ghost!