Lin Luoran felt a tightness in her waist, and her limbs seemed to be run over by a wheel, soreness and weakness. Reluctantly looked down, it was a dirty strip of cloth entangled her, and in the pulling force, Lin Luoran was swept to the sand, narrowly escaping a life.

She never knew that there would be fog in the desert, the strip of cloth retracted, and in the thick night, she couldn't see clearly, and she couldn't figure out who had saved her.

Wen Guanjing's muffled snort came from mid-air, he wanted to save Lin Luoran but was a step too late, but he was attacked by the injured four-hoofed fire beast, and the whole person saw that he was about to follow in the footsteps of Lin Luoran, and fell into the light curtain, or the dirty strip of cloth, caught Wen Guanjing, rolled him to Lin Luoran's side, and disappeared again.

Wen Guanjing's unguarded blow was obviously quite seriously injured, there was blood on his lips, and the person was completely unconscious. The little green fox shook him, extremely depressed, and couldn't understand why this Terran male cultivator was always in a coma.

The two shots of the dirty cloth finally attracted the attention of the saint.

The light curtain stopped for a moment, no longer shrinking inward, and some of the animals were able to escape from death. But those dead animals and living creatures could never come back to life, and their flesh and blood smeared the eight light curtains, transforming into an energy that Lin Luoran couldn't understand yet, and sent them to the jade steps.

"The little man who hides his head and tail......" The holy woman stopped walking up, stopped and stared in the direction that Lin Luoran was looking at, and the dirty strip of cloth flew out of the thick fog.

There was a long laugh in the fog, and it was a man's voice.

"Bones build the way to heaven...... After so many years, your routines have not changed in the slightest. ”

Lin Luoran checked Wen Guanjing and was sure that he only fainted after his qi and blood were shaken, so she let go of her worries. The mysterious person who saved them was a man, and Lin Luoran was finally sure. But how does this person's laughter sound crazy?

Unlike her, the saint's face was obviously very bad.

"For so many years, in this way, which old man is joking with this holy woman?"

Thinking of the old immortal old man who might be, the saint naturally had a bad face, and in her memory, there was no "old man" who had a very harmonious relationship, and most of those who could be called like this were enemies.

The man was not hiding, and slowly walked out of the thick fog.

Without the brilliance of a great hero, the one who saved Lin Luoran was obviously not a prince riding a white horse, he was just a Taoist priest wearing a dirty robe, his face seemed to be covered with stains, and he had a small wooden stick in his bun, he seemed to be in his fifties, and because he was unkempt, he looked like he had increased a lot of age.

Lin Luoran felt that this dress was very familiar, but she was sure that she had never seen such a Taoist.

The same feeling as her is the saint, this Taoist priest dressed in tatters and dirty monsters, the saint doesn't know it at all, how can the old people say...... However, how did he know that this was a "heavenly road"?

"I'm getting more and more cowardly...... the saint whispered to herself, turning her sleeves.

The Taoist was crazy, he didn't pay attention to Lin Luoran at all, clapped his hands and laughed: "Who is the most pitiful in this world, the Yellow Emperor is the most pitiful, and I don't know if my daughter is changed; In this world, who is the most pitiful, especially the most pitiful...... What kind of bullshit Jiuli Holy Maiden, I'm going to laugh off people's big teeth. ”

Lin Luoran heard the words of the Taoist in a fog, and only grasped some key words such as "Yellow Emperor", "Chiyou", and "Jiuli Holy Maiden". The Yellow Emperor and Chi You, mythological figures in ancient times, Lin Luoran had certainly heard of them.

Speaking of the "Jiuli Clan", ordinary people may not know, but when it comes to Chiyou, many people know the "Battle of the Deer", and Chiyou is the leader of the Jiuli Clan. Lin Luoran remembered these legends in Chinese mythology, it sounded that this saintess seemed to be related to these mythological characters in ancient times, but the daughter of the Yellow Emperor, Lin Luoran only heard of one called "Lu", and there was no "Jiuli Saintess".

What's going on, is it the crazy Taoist who is talking nonsense, or are these myths and stories covered up for thousands of years?

When the saint heard this, her body shook slightly, and her eyes were exactly the same as those of Bao Jia, narrow and beautiful, revealing surprise and coldness.

"Whoever you are, today, you have to die."

The saint rode down on a four-hoofed fire beast, and was so excited by this crazy Taoist that she gave up the jade steps she had climbed for a long time and landed in the desert.

From such a close distance, the saint's face was radiant and moving, and she really looked exactly like Bao Jia...... Thinking of Bao Jia, Lin Luoran paused slightly, she glanced at the crazy and sloppy Taoist, and finally remembered why she felt familiar.

Crazy Taoist, such a description, she has heard it countless times in Commander Qin's mouth, how can she not be impressed?

Yes, who will come to save them, except for this madman who is related to Bao Jia by blood!

He wasn't dead yet—

Lin Luoran suddenly remembered something, this person was probably the elder of Commander Qin's grandmother, and he lived for two hundred years in the foundation building period, so wouldn't he have at least "knotted Dan"?

There really really is a Yutan monk on Earth!

Lin Luoran's pupils shrank, and he thought of the saint who was involved in the ancients, not only was there a monk with a kedan, but even such an existence, and it was not surprising that there was a monk with a knot.

The Holy Maiden had already made a move against the mad Daoist, it was not a spell, it was not a sword technique, it was an attack of spiritual power. Lin Luoran felt a stinging pain in his head, and the four-hoofed fire beast also ran up, obviously wanting to pick up Lin Luoran's soft persimmon and pinch it.

Lin Luoran had already been provoked by this holy woman who regarded everything else as an ant except herself, and when she saw the four-hoofed fire beast running over, Zhao Jian beckoned to it mercilessly.

As soon as the mad Daoist moved, he really couldn't hide the momentum on his body, Lin Luoran felt that he was indeed more than just cultivating in the foundation building period, but the strange thing was that he was not as unfathomable as the Holy Maiden, but he was not afraid of her omnipresent spiritual attack.

"Who the hell are you!" The saint's voice was sharp, it was anger after the attack was fruitless.

The madman grinned while hiding: "The one who came to see you off...... However, you have to keep this body. ”

The saint suddenly stopped fighting, and instead smiled, indescribably beautiful and moving.

"It was an honor for her to walk with this holy woman. How can the earth today be compared to the place where the Holy Maiden is going? ”

Her voice is so quiet, her smile is dignified, this moment is very in line with her self-proclaimed "saint", Lin Luoran glanced at it, and her psychology also agreed with her point of view, if this is really Bao Jia, follow her, it is not a good way out.

Seeing that she was distracted, the four-hoofed fire beast suddenly roared, the sound was like thunder, Lin Luoran woke up, but he snorted, and he had been injured by the cry of the four-hoofed fire beast.

The Taoist priest screamed: "The traitorous Kui Niu, the Holy Maiden of Jiuli will give you three legs, and you will forget your former camp!" The Taoist priest scolded angrily, obviously not bewildered by the holy woman, and after scolding Kui Niu, he scolded the holy woman again:

"Poor Dao is just crazy, not stupid! What is a better place, with a weak body like this body, it will only be torn apart by the cracks in space, what is the use of you taking her body, come quickly, return quickly, and the poor road will let you leave......"

Lin Luoran's head was dizzy, the inherent mythological system of Huaxia was completely subverted tonight.

Kui Niu she knows, legend has it that the Yellow Emperor in the Nine Heavens Xuannu under the instruction, caught the life in the East China Sea Liubo Mountain, like a cow, one foot can walk, in and out of the water is wind and rain, eyes like the sun and the moon, its sound is like thunder, Kui Niu, skinned to make a kind of drum, used to deal with Chi You.

The thing in front of him, in addition to roaring like thunder, is very powerful, with a single horn on its head, and its body is like a cow, but it has four legs. There are both similarities and differences from the legends.

Lin Luoran didn't understand the word traitor, and she didn't care what kind of ghost saint or beast it was, she only knew that the body was really Bao Jia's...... Is Dragages still alive?

Lin Luoran didn't know either.

But even if he died, he couldn't let Bao Jia be torn apart by the spatial crack in vain, Lin Luoran clenched his fists, and there was an urge to break this holy woman into ten thousand pieces.

The Holy Maiden's eyes flickered as she stared at the madman, "The formation has been opened, and this Holy Maiden can indeed give up this body...... But who are you who dare to command this holy woman? ”

She burst out laughing, as if she were mad:

"You damned natives, one by two, are trying in vain to command the noble Ben Holy Maiden...... Whether it's the Yellow Emperor, or Chi You, even you, a qi practitioner, are so arrogant, it seems that the passage of time has made you forget the power of this holy woman! ”

Lin Luoran couldn't understand why she called everyone "native", but after the saint finished venting, she moved her hands, and she felt that the desert under her feet instantly heated a few degrees.

The yellow sand moved away, and a stream of molten slurry gushed out, and the crazy people were unmoved, but Lin Luoran picked up the little green fox and the unconscious Wen Guanjing.

Lin Luoran is not unfamiliar with the mythological system, thinking of the desert, and the molten slurry between waving her hands, adding keywords such as Yellow Emperor and Chiyou, if she still doesn't know who this ghost saint is, it will be too embarrassing for the Chinese people.

The question is, since she is the daughter of the Yellow Emperor, how can she call them "indigenous"?

Lin Luoran looked at the Kui Niu who had not given up the idea of beating her vigilantly, seeing that the molten was getting closer and closer, she had to be ready to flee for her life at any time.

There were two people and one beast standing on the yellow sand, molten and rolling, and the mad man was not afraid at all, and he didn't know what to rely on.

Soon, Lin Luoran knew why the mad Daoist was so confident.

Click, a slight sound, came from the side of the jade steps, the jade steps that looked very solid, in the crazy clapping hands, in Lin Luoran's disbelief, in the wrath of the saint, the towering jade steps, swaying, and then—

Collapsed!

That's right, not only did the jade steps collapse, but even the light curtain disappeared without a trace, and the animals that were half dead and injured stood stupidly in a pool of blood, unable to believe that they had escaped so suddenly.

The sound of the polar axis turning, those plains, actually sank as they came, and in an instant, except for a few people, and the spreading molten slurry, the broken jade turned into endless yellow sand.

The heavenly road paved with thousands of bones was ruined in this way

The saint finally couldn't help it, she looked up to the sky and roared, the molten slurry rolled, and she finally went crazy.

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