The desert is endless, the wind and sand are long, Chen Xiefeng stepped lightly on the yellow sand, Wuchen followed him slowly, and the distance between the two was always kept at about one zhang. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"The rumors are terrible, it is rumored in Guanzhong that the ghost king died at the hands of the king twenty years ago, if he hadn't seen the ghost king with his own eyes, I was afraid that the little monk would also be kept in the dark",

Dust-free road.

He no longer grabbed Qifei's neck, but Chen Xiefeng never made a move, although he had only been in contact with him for less than an hour, but this monk was no longer a junior who could be bullied at will in his heart.

This man is shrewd and ruthless, and has no monastic compassion, so if he can't guarantee that he will be killed with one blow, it is better not to provoke him.

Knowing that he was trying to trick himself, Chen Xiefeng snorted coldly and said, "If it weren't for the jellyfish demon queen who had plotted first, he would have been able to kill the four Dharma kings of this sect with just a few chaotic heavenly Jiao?"

"Hmph, even if the four demon kings of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sea are on the ground, they can't do it",

There is no need to hide this matter for him, but he has no interest in talking more about Wuchen, after all, the Hades, the Rat King and the Evil King were indeed folded in the hands of the Jiao King, and only he escaped by relying on the ever-changing spells.

Wuchen nodded and smiled: "I saw the ghost king's methods today, and Wuchen is convinced of this",

"Hmph",

Chen Xiefeng snorted coldly again.

Wuchen said: "There is another matter to ask the Dharma King, one of the faces that have changed between them is the mentor of the younger generation, and the two are the senior masters respected by the younger generation, I don't know where the ghost king has really seen them?",

Chen Xiefeng stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky, and then to the ground, obviously saying that he had seen them in this desert.

"Your teacher, that fake monk?

He sneered.

Not only the monk who led the practice, but the three of them were as despicable as this monk called "Wuchen", and it was really harder to take advantage of them than to ascend to the sky.

Wuchen ignored his teasing and said, "Did the Ghost King fight with them?",

Chen Xiefeng nodded and said, "You should know that this seat can't keep them, and they can't keep this seat either."

Wuchen bowed slightly, and his heart was a little peaceful.

The climate in the desert is impermanent, and there have been two sandstorms in just two hours, if ordinary people are already dead, but the ghost king and Wuchen have both cultivated to a high level, and have practiced the art of bigu, even if they don't drink water for ten days and half a month, they can survive without eating, and the bad weather in this desert naturally can't stop the footsteps of the two.

Wuchen stretched out his sleeve to cover Qifei in his arms, and when this little baby didn't cry or make trouble, a cute smile would appear on his delicate face, his mouth made a glutinous sound, and his little hands were scratching around, even in his arms.

Although Wuchen's heart is like iron and stone, he has no compassion, but he will soften his heart when he sees such an innocent smile.

Although he knew that he would strangle her mercilessly as long as necessary, he did not hesitate to give her some warmth at this time.

The dust gradually cleared, and a black dot came into view.

Walking forward, the black dot magnified little by little in his eyes, the dark yellow spread, and the building soon became angular in his eyes.

A very huge desert dust, strange shape, like a huge cone cut off by the waist, the part connected with the ground is about twenty zhang square, there is no eaves and arches on it, but a flat large piece, nearly twice as small as below.

When he was close to Nasha City, Wuchen glanced at the ground.

When Chen Xiefeng looked back at him, he happened to meet his eyes, Wuchen smiled faintly, and Chen Xiefeng turned his head.

He had discovered the master of the sect who had been ambushed in the underground so easily, and this place was already useless for him, Chen Xifeng secretly sent a few secret signals to the yellow sand to signal them not to act rashly, so as not to hurt the holy woman.

When I got closer, I found that this sand city was built very neatly and magnificently, and the sand wall as high as ten zhang gave people a sense of heaviness at a glance, and the yellow stone gate that was more than three people high was closed.

The surface of the gate is rough, and in many places it is angular, as if carved from a boulder.

This door is not the left and right of ordinary people's houses, but a complete large hanging door.

Chen Xiefeng stepped forward and knocked lightly three times, and then used the Western Regions dialect that Wuchen couldn't understand to the people inside, and the yellow hanging door opened with a loud bang, and a spacious and strangely long passage appeared in front of him, although there were candles lit on both sides, but this passage extended in all directions, and Wuchen could only see the turn in front of him.

Chen Xiefeng stepped in, and Wuchen also carried Qifei into the passage, and the door behind him rumbled again.

Wuchen raised his head and glanced at it, and when the hanging door was halfway down, he turned around suddenly, only to see a hazy smoke and dust two miles outside Shacheng, and the scenery in the distance was like in a painting, giving people a strange feeling that could not be reached.

He shook his head and turned around, following Chen Xiefeng towards the depths of the passage......

Jin Wuxi fell, the heat on the ground dissipated, and in the evening, a slight coolness rose in the desert, Lu Hong glanced forward and walked forward silently, he was not walking fast, and slowed down every time he walked out of the road.

"Young Master......",

Behind him, Qing'er gently held his hand.

has been with him for so long, it is rare to see him frowning lightly, no matter what kind of difficulties he encounters on weekdays, he always has a breezy look, and when he smiles, it means that the mood is really bad.

Lu Hong glanced back at her and smiled reluctantly: "I'm fine",

"Just looking at the master... The mark left by Yan Wushang",

Ever since he worshiped the sword tomb of the Red Mansion and the Sword Tomb, he had a grudge against Wuchen, and later his impression of living and dying together changed several times, and as a result, such a play was staged again, and now Lu Hong's mentality towards Wuchen has become bad again.

He knew that he was not a good person, and he did a lot of bad things when he was training in Jiangnan in the past, but he at least retained some bottom lines in his work.

Thinking of Qifei's aggrieved look at him when he was choked by Wuchen's throat, he felt heartache.

"Mark?",

Qing'er was puzzled.

Lu Hong suddenly stretched out his hand, and there were three more golden flowers in his hand as if he was doing a trick, only a golden flower the size of a thumb, and four petals were waiting to be released, and the luster on it was dull, but the texture was very hard, and it looked like it was made of metal.

There is a faint Buddha air rotation on the golden flower.

Qing'er held it in her hand and looked at it for a while and said, "Young Master, it looks like a hidden weapon",

Lu Hongluo bowed his head and said: "It's a hidden weapon, the technique of hitting the acupoint of the Flying Flower Finger of the King Kong Gate is this golden flower, after Yan Wushang practiced the eight-armed demon, the hidden weapon, the technique of hitting the hole and the like is regarded as the last stream, and the Flying Flower Finger is rarely used again, and this golden flower can only be used as a mark."

He glanced at the vast desert and said in the yellow sand: "He shouldn't hurt Qifei, she is the Holy Flame Sect Holy Maiden, and the Ghost King is more afraid of her being hurt than me."

Shaking his head, he sighed and chased forward. (To be continued.) )