The Maoshan corpse whip is the second artifact of Maoshan, which has been lost for hundreds of years. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Maoshan has been looking for it for generations, they have found nothing. It was also the second magic weapon that lacked great power, so the Absolute Heart Dao Master took great pains to ask around for other objects to replace. In the end, he finally lived up to his expectations, and the Desperate Dao Master obtained the blood-devouring knife from the capital city of Bujia, changed the knife into a sword, and created a 10,000-person behead.

However, although the 10,000-person slash is murderous and powerful, it is still far inferior to the Impermanence Suo and the Heavenly Machine Disk, and it can be regarded as half a magic weapon at most.

At this moment, the Ghost Dao Chief deduced that the corpse whip was in the underground palace of the Immortal Tomb, and he couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised.

"Master Zu has appeared, bless me to find the corpse whip today. This magic weapon should be sent to Maoshan and handed over to the three poor junior brothers. The Ghost Dao Master thought about it, and finally turned around and walked into the immortal tomb again, looking for the corpse whip.

The corpse whip is also hidden in the muddy waters of the main hall, and it is not easy to find it.

Because this water is all-encompassing, with all kinds of elements in it, it is turbid and bottomless.

The ghost path chief used a spell to drive away water, and opened up a waterless area with a radius of one meter in front of him, and searched the entire hall, but there was no shadow of the corpse whip.

"Did I miscalculate?" The ghost path was stunned for a while, and then he counted it aside, and the result was the same, the hexagram showed that the corpse whip was here.

The ghost Taoist thought for a while, and nodded silently: "I understand, Maoshan magic weapons have spirituality, presumably the second magic weapon, and it can't be owned by its owner, so the corpse whip deliberately avoided me, swam under the water, and staggered away from me." ”

Thinking of this, the ghost leader changed his method, took out two zombie fangs from the backpack he was carrying, tied them to the red line, and sank into the water to fish.

Because the zombie fangs have corpse qi and are the natural enemies of the corpse whip, it didn't take long for the corpse whip to be lured over.

The ghost leader couldn't help but laugh when he lifted the corpse whip.

But taking a closer look at the handle, the ghost Taoist frowned again, and said: "Maoshan has been said since ancient times, there are two dragon eyes on the handle of the corpse whip, and when the dragon blinks, there will be electric light emitted, killing the enemy invisibly. But on this handle, why is there no dragon's eye, only two holes and a small gossip? ”

Retreating outside the main hall and sitting on the ground, the Ghost Dao Master continued to meditate while calculating in combination with the Heavenly Machine Disk.

After another half a day, the ghost Taoist was finally overjoyed, and raised his hand to throw the corpse whip into the water of the main hall.

"It seems that some things are providential, and the time has not come, so I can't help it. It's a pity that I can't see the moment when the junior masters of Maoshan retrieve the corpse whip. The Ghost Dao Elder got up, still recovering all the mechanisms of the Immortal Tomb, and then turned to leave.

Leaving the Immortal Tomb, the Ghost Dao Chief did not delay, took the altar from Dingjun Mountain, and returned to Jianshan Island, putting the third altar together with the second altar.

Put the jars together and take them out together later, which saves some trouble.

Of course, the ghost chief came back secretly, and did not go to the fishing village, nor did he go to see Zhong Laoliu and the others.

After placing the jar, the Ghost Dao Chief planned to go to the Western Desert to find the fourth altar.

This altar, the ghost Taoist chief only knows the approximate area, in the west of the Gurbantunggut Desert, but there is no exact location and latitude and longitude coordinates.

The Gurbantunggut Desert is the second largest desert in China.

It is located in the center of the Junggar Basin, with an area of 4 nearly 50,000 square kilometers. It consists of four large deserts. It is the Sobgul Bugle Desert in the west, the Hojing Nerisin Desert in the east, the Dezosoten Airison Desert in the middle, and the Kobbei-Akkum Desert in the north.

The place where the Ghost Dao Chief is going is the Sobgul Bugle Desert in the west.

The desert here is a cornerstone desert, a barren land, with almost no history, no legends, and no people.

It seems that since the beginning of the world, this place has been a piece of yellow sand.

In the middle of the desert, there is naturally no traffic.

The ghost road chief has the technique of opening the valley, you can go without eating or drinking for more than ten days, and naturally you don't need to prepare anything, so you took a car to the northwest of the Sobgul Bugle Desert, brought a pot of water, and walked on foot, going straight to the heart of the desert.

In the endless desert, the ghost Taoist felt that human beings were small, like a grain of sand, inconspicuous.

Looking at the world and the world, the ghost Taoist chief has strengthened his heart of cultivation.

What is the difference between not seeking eternal life and turning into dust after death, and this large area of yellow sand?

Even though the soul can be reincarnated, it is only thirty or fifty years when it has to experience the weakness of childhood, the pain and death of old age, and the pain of parting from relatives again and again. If you don't mix well, you will be busy all your life, and you will never be comfortable.

The Ghost Road Chief felt as he headed towards the desert.

That night, the Ghost Dao Commander advanced about fifty miles, and it was still far from the center of the desert.

However, the ghost chief was not in a hurry, found a poplar forest, built a bonfire, and spent the night in the poplar forest.

As the night deepened, the ghost chief did not feel sleepy, and continued to gaze at the stars to determine the specific location of the altar.

After looking at it for a long time, the ghost Taoist saw a little sign, so he took out the heavenly machine disk and calculated.

After calculating, the Ghost Dao Chief found that the target was more than a hundred miles away from here, in the direction of due east.

Feeling that he was not too tired, the ghost path chief hurried overnight and headed east.

After more than an hour, the ghost path leader escaped to the predetermined range, and when he looked around, there were rolling sand dunes everywhere, and there was not a single poplar or red willow, a real barren land.

At this time, the weather changed again, the wind was strong, and the yellow sand gradually flew up, hitting the face, like a knife stabbing a person.

The Ghost Dao Chief didn't want to retreat, so he hid behind a sand dune and waited for the wind to stop.

This kind of sandstorm is actually very dangerous, and it can drown people in the yellow sand at any time.

But the ghost path master is bold, and he doesn't care, avoiding the limelight, and keeps shifting, using the cover of the sand dunes to fight the strong wind.

But at two o'clock, the gale still had no intention of stopping.

The ghost path chief hid behind a sand dune, and he regretted it a little, he knew that he should have retreated. I hid around like this, and I didn't stop running all night.

But it had already taken several hours, and the Ghost Dao Chief couldn't retreat, so he made up his mind and just waited.

"Captain Pan, everyone hold on a little longer, this sandstorm is about to pass, perhaps, there will be gains ahead!" Behind the dunes, there was a sudden sound of someone talking, seemingly excited.

"Yes, Xiao Li, this time I came to the desert, and I suffered you city children. It's not bad, everyone is a good comrade who is hard-working and hard-working! A slightly older voice said.

The ghost chief frowned, how could anyone be here in the middle of the night?

Moreover, how can these people withstand such a big sandstorm?

Listening to their conversation, it seems that they are looking for something, could it be that they are also looking for the altar? (To be continued.) )