The black car travels in the wasteland, and the dark grass flies the jackdaw.

In the distant wasteland ahead, sword light occasionally swept through the sky, and chaotic clouds gradually shattered into flocculents.

Ning Que sensed the faint fluctuation of the aura, handed the fruit in his hand to Sang Sang's lips, and said, "I have never seen such a violent fluctuation of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, I don't know how many strong people are fighting there. ”

In the White Pagoda Temple of Chaoyang City in the Moon Wheel Country, he had seen the battle between the senior brother and the first seat of the Hanging Temple.

In that battle, the senior brother Yizi said to the Buddha who spoke to the first seat of the scriptures, and the two sides showed a subtle and almost miraculous realm, which was not slightly weaker than the fluctuations of the breath of heaven and earth from the distant wasteland at this time.

It's just that neither the senior brother nor the head of the lecture have fought in life and death that day, and at this time, the storm-like changes in the breath of heaven and earth in the distance that Ning Que perceived are even more terrifying, and even more The corpses and swords that fell from the sky in Chapter 48 of the year of the curtain of the fourth volume, and the giant chariot that came to the wasteland was shocking.

"I've seen it. ”

Sangsang took the fruit and took a bite. Where the lips and teeth touch, the color of the flesh changes slightly, and it freezes instantly, and it makes a rustling sound when chewing, as if chewing ice.

Ning Que asked curiously, "Where have you seen such a formation?"

Sang Sang said: "When the teacher and Master Yan Se were fighting on the north mountain of Chang'an City, the changes in the aura of heaven and earth were also terrifying, but they were covered by themselves at that time. ”

Ning Que took the frozen fruit and took a bite, his teeth were not broken, but he shivered from the cold, and said with a smile: "If it is still in Chang'an City, the neighbors in Lane 47 in the summer will definitely not buy ice and splash well water, and they will not leave the old pen every day." ”

Sangsang smiled, then coughed twice.

Since leaving the Desolate Tribe, she has coughed a lot less, and I don't know if she has coughed too much in the past two years, but now she coughs up only a pure cold breath, no phlegm and no black blood.

Today's Sangsang is very clean, there is no blood, sweat, and saliva, and her body is extremely pure from the inside out, just like transparent glass, in other words, she is less and less human.

Ning Que took her into his arms, kissed the corpse and sword that fell from the sky in Chapter 48 of the Year of the Fourth Curtain, came to the giant chariot of the wasteland, and put his hand into her black robe, stroking and rubbing, although it was very cold, it was still very soft, and the feeling in the s was still very warm.

"I never thought that I would marry a fairy as a wife. He said.

Sang Sang glanced up at him, reached out and flicked the frost off his eyelashes, and corrected seriously: "I'm not an immortal, I'm a monster." ”

Ning Tuan said: "Immortal, monster, you are Sangsang. ”

All the way south, the two of them gossip, love words, indifferent words, occasionally recall Minshan, Weicheng and Chang'an, not to mention life and death and the future, there is no last words to confess, one by one, all the last words of Sangsang have been finished in the Washan Zen Temple, Ning Que has no intention of living again, even if there are last words, there is no one who listens to the last words.

A heavy object suddenly fell from the dark clouds, roared through the air, and smashed heavily into the field dozens of feet in front of the black carriage, knocking up a cloud of dirt.

When the carriage went to that place, Ning Que looked at it, and saw that in the shallow pit of the field, there was a half-human corpse, and judging by the skin color and muscle strength, it should be a powerful desolate warrior...... "I couldn't help but look slight."

He knew very well that the stronger the body strength of the desolate man, the stronger the desolate warrior's ability to resist the sword, and this powerful desolate warrior was actually cut off with a sword, and half of the body was shocked here, you can imagine how fast the sword is, how strong the owner of the sword is.

"It's a great cultivator of the realm of knowing fate," it seems that there are really a lot of powerhouses in the Xiling Temple. ”

Ning Que said to Sang Sang.

But in a moment, the sound of breaking the sky sounded in the wasteland air again, only this time the sound of breaking the air was not like the previous one, but a mournful roar, which seemed much sharper.

Ning Que looked up vigilantly, only to see a bright sword light, which swept at high speed against the lower edge of the black cloud, and did not stab at the carriage, but stabbed obliquely into a slightly raised meadow in front of the right.

The flying sword was extremely powerful, directly penetrating the entire meadow, breaking through the soil from the other side of the meadow, carrying a trail of black soil and grass clippings, and then landed, the bright sword body suddenly dimmed, looking extremely decadent.

This flying sword is so powerful that only a strong person who has advanced to the realm of knowing fate can use it.

Ning Que looked at the flying sword behind the meadow, and found that there was a handle behind the sword, and immediately figured out that the owner of this sword was a strong man from the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion, and it was very likely that it was the strong man who had cut down the desolate warrior before.

A Sword Pavilion powerhouse who knew his fate was defeated like this.

Ning Que looked up at the battlefield in the south, looking at the increasingly strong changes in the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, looking at the sword light runes that were becoming more and more prosperous, and the expression on his face became more and more strict.

The black carriage was still a long way from the battlefield, and the two strong men had already seen the departure, so at this time, in this wasteland, how many people were dying every moment?

An extremely thin bright line suddenly flashed in Ning Que's eyes, and then countless lines followed.

He was looking at the battlefield in the south, and the light reflected in his black eyes ...... "Nature is the scenery of that place."

On the battlefield of the wasteland in the distance, lightning and thunder began to roar, and those lightning bolts were not as powerful as the lightning in real nature, but they were extremely close to the ground, constantly flickering and teleporting, as if chasing someone.

What kind of realm of powerhouses can summon thunder bow and lightning? Ning Que thought to himself that if those lightning bolts were chasing him, he would have no way to deal with it at all, and he could only be hacked to death, and a strong man like that realm was not one or two in the wasteland at this time, and he took Sangsang over there, what could he change?

Hundreds of thousands of people and countless war horses and vehicles appeared in one place at the same time, it would be a very terrible thing, whether it was Chang'an City or Xiling Temple, there was no way to complete the parade, but in the vast desert wasteland, not to mention lining up to display, even if it was a melee battle like now, there was still enough space.

The new grass that had just grown on the wasteland was watered by the blood and trampled by the horses' hooves, and had to end its life early, the grass roots were still there, the greenery was gone, and the soil covered on the surface of the field turned into floating ash and rose in all directions.

The war between the desolate people and the allied forces of the Xiling Temple has been going on for several days.

Although it is called a natural warrior, although there are many strong people, the desolate tribe still has no way to resist the whole world, and at the beginning of the battle, it fell to the downside, defeated in successive battles, and then retreated, but it was supported by the spirit and courage that had been polished in the cold region of the extreme north for thousands of years, but everyone knew that the desolate people could not hold out for too long.

The war in the eighteenth year of the Tang Dynasty and the three thousand four hundred and forty-ninth years of the reign of Xiling Dazhi is very different from the countless wars in the past countless years.

In past wars, cultivators have always played an auxiliary role, whether it is a formation master, a talisman master, or a swordsman who is willing to carry out assassination tasks, neither can determine the outcome of a war, but in this war, the cultivator is very important.

The reason why this is so is because this war is a holy war launched by the Xiling Temple, and almost all the cultivators of the Central Plains countries have come to the wasteland, and the difference of orders of magnitude has led to a great change in the mode of war.

The priests from the Xiling Temple, the Daomen cultivators from the Taoist temples of various countries, the Daomen Keqing from the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion and the Dahe Mochi Garden, the rare talismans, and the formation masters relied on by all the best parties participated in the battle, and on the wasteland battlefield, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was controlled by countless Dao telekinesis, disturbed by countless rune papers, and shaken by countless formations, changing dramatically, and even making the natural environment change drastically.

The wasteland in the middle of spring, heavy rain and heavy snow, morning dew, twilight wind appear from time to time, and then disappear, the battlefield is chaotic, danger is everywhere, if it is not for the innate physical strength of the desolate people, the powerful warrior leader secretly learned the exercises of the Demon Sect, I am afraid that it will collapse under the first attack of the Central Plains cultivators and cavalry.

Although the desolate people struggled to survive, in these battles, I don't know how many soldiers died or were seriously injured, of course, there were more Central Plains cavalry who died under their axes, and I don't know how many strong cultivators were killed by ordinary desolate soldiers.

In short, today's wasteland battlefield is like a waterwheel, constantly drawing water from the streams formed by humans and pouring it into the wilderness, but the water is human flesh and blood.

The invisible flesh and blood waterwheels on the wasteland battlefield slowly stopped, and the warring sides temporarily withdrew their troops. The Xiling Temple coalition army and cultivators returned to the camp tiredly, while the warriors of the Desolate Tribe, supporting their even more tired bodies, walked through the wilderness, looking for the bodies of their companions belonging to their own tribe and confirming their names.

In the center of the Xiling Temple Alliance, there is a giant chariot.

The three-storey building is carved into bronze with a balustrade of pure gold, shimmering with holy light in the sunlight, as if to rob the world of its brilliance. There is a building on the chariot, the curtain is ten thousand heavy and deeply locked, and you can't see the picture in the building, you can only faintly see an extremely tall figure.

In the whole wasteland, it is the highest platform on this chariot, which is higher than the meadow stretching in the distance, and even gives people the feeling that the platform on the chariot seems to be higher than the goshawk flying in the sky.

The highest person is naturally the tallest person.

The tall figure on the chariot is the head of the Xiling Temple.

The most mysterious figure in the cultivation world has always been the Sect Master of the Demon Sect for twenty-three years, but in fact, there is a saying that the most mysterious person is the head of the Xiling Temple.

It's just that no one dares to use the word mystery to describe him.

Even the mysterious legends about the master of the sect have always carried a certain awe-inspiring divinity.

Xiling Temple is in charge of teaching, controlling the Haotian Daomen, having the right to abolish the emperors of the world, and enjoying the worship of believers in the world with supreme authority.

is such a big man who stands at the top of the world, but few people have seen his true face. The Master had never been down to Momoyama until now, and he had appeared in the wasteland.

(Extremely sleepy, two chapters today, two chapters tomorrow, tomorrow to make up for yesterday's two chapters, because yesterday promised three chapters, then the day after tomorrow Sunday update four chapters, can't rest, otherwise it won't come back as soon as it's loose, and please continue to support and supervise, vote for a monthly ticket on the weekend, this is an entertainment activity that can be carried out, thank you.) ）！！！