Judging from the dress of the two, they should be desolate, this place is very close to the desolate tribe, and it is not a strange thing to meet desolate people.

The man took half a step forward, protected the woman behind him, still holding the bow and arrow in his hand tightly, looked at Xu Chuan and asked in a somewhat strange and low tone, "Central Plains people, what are you doing here?"

This place is close to the tribe, the old people and children are among them, on the occasion of the tribe's big move, a strange Central Plains person appeared here, no matter how you look at it, it is a thing worth being vigilant about.

Xu Chuan said calmly: "Go to a place, there are some things to do."

The man looked at Xu Chuan quietly, and after a while, I don't know if it was because he didn't perceive the malice, he directly put down the bow and arrow, and the woman behind him also put down the bow and arrow at the same time.

But suddenly, they both opened their bows and shot.

The sharp arrow suddenly pierced the air and headed in the direction of Xu Chuan.

Xu Chuan's expression was calm and turned a blind eye to this, because the moment the other party opened his bow, he had already sensed that the two arrows were not coming at him.

Sure enough, two arrows shot at him about a meter to his left and right, and with two pops, they seemed to hit something.

A flash of joy appeared on the faces of the man and the woman, and they directly swept past Xu Chuan and ran dozens of meters behind him.

There was a snow sheep that had been hit by two arrows.

An arrow hit its front leg, and an arrow went straight into its head.

The woman drew the two arrows, looked at them for a moment, and then put them in the quiver behind her, while the man grabbed the snow sheep's front legs and jerked them behind his back.

The 100-kilogram snow goat didn't seem to be too much of a burden on him.

After that, the two ignored Xu Chuan and crossed the snow hill to leave here.

Xu Chuan glanced at the ring on his finger, thought for a moment, and followed them directly.

The two didn't seem to have any opinion on Xu Chuan's behavior.

After walking like this for a while, I saw a lonely tent.

As if sensing movement, the curtain of the tent door suddenly opened, and a small boy of short stature rushed out, who looked at the woman and the man happily, and called, "Abba, Grandma!"

But when he saw Xu Chuan behind the two, his expression suddenly became nervous.

The woman and the man didn't say much, and after entering the tent together, the man handed the boy a bone knife on his body, and the little boy ran out of the tent with the bone knife with an excited face.

Xu Chuan looked at this scene thoughtfully, he remembered that the desolate tribe seemed to have a winter ritual that had been passed down since ancient times.

Children who have reached the age of 12 will go into the mountains to hunt accompanied by their parents, and before the thaw in the North Hot Sea, they will be able to hunt half a cart of prey, which is considered to have completed the winter rites and grown into a qualified warrior.

It is also the last time parents stay with their children.

In the entire Heavenly Forsaken Mountain Range, I am afraid that there are many similar desolate families.

The woman quietly tended to the goat, while the man came with a dried and marinated fish and a bowl of hot water.

Xu Chuan looked at the food and water in front of him, and the ethereal concept of a desolate man gradually became real.

He tore off a piece of fish, put it in his mouth and chewed it, I don't know if the meat of this fish is of excellent quality, and after marinating, it still tastes a little delicious. ….

Ridiculous man, it's really interesting.

After the desolate man had handed over the dried fish and water, he turned to deal with the snow sheep with the woman, and the three of them were in the tent without any communication.

But the atmosphere was not awkward, but extremely natural.

Unconsciously, Xu Chuan ate all the fish clean, and then went down to the stomach with hot water, and the whole person seemed to be a little transparent.

He put down the bowl and called out to the man, "Thanks for the hospitality, I have something for you to do here, I wonder if you would like to?"

The desolate man wiped the blood from his hands and asked puzzledly, "Why do you need me to do your business?"

"For it is not my business, but your desolation." As he spoke, he removed the finger from his hand

"Bring this ring to the elders and priests of your tribe, and if they are willing to obey the effect of this ring, then when spring comes, take this ring to Daming Lake to find me, of course, if you don't want to, then return it to its original owner."

The desolate man was a little confused, and his gaze fell on the ring, and his expression quickly changed from confusion to shock.

He looked at Xu Chuan with some hesitation in his eyes, but he quickly stepped forward and knelt on the ground and said, "Meet the sect master."

The woman was also a little shocked, but she quickly reacted and knelt down in front of Xu Chuan with her man.

As soon as Xu Chuan's thoughts moved, an invisible force made the two of them get up again, and then, he flicked the ring in his hand out quite lightly.

It swirled in the air and landed towards the desolate man.

The man hurriedly took the ring, shocked by Xu Chuan's clever methods that appeared quietly, and at the same time carefully held the ring in his hand with both hands, full of confusion.

And when he looked up again, Xu Chuan's figure had already disappeared without knowing when.

A quarter of an hour later, the desolate man said goodbye to his wife and children in armor and bow, fully armed, and headed in the direction of the tribe.

It was as if a messenger had received a sacred mission, with a solemn and solemn face.

......

Xu Chuan didn't pay much attention to the reaction of the Desolate Tribe.

If the Desolate People Tribe came and regarded him as the Sect Master of the Ming Sect, then he would naturally take on the responsibility of the Sect Master and give them shelter.

But if the Desolate tribe doesn't come, it still doesn't matter to him.

Even if the desolate man kept it a secret, he wouldn't care.

At this moment, he was still walking alone in the depths of the Heavenly Forsaken Mountain Range, and as night came, the sky was full of stars that occupied the night dome, and the starlight fell on the white snow covered in the field, which looked extremely beautiful.

Along the way, he saw a lot of tents like the one set up by the desolate family before, scattered alone in the corners of the snow hills.

Of course, he also found a lot of deacons of the Adjury Division who were wandering in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity.

These men go deep into the wasteland long before winter sets on, and specialize in sabotage, killing, and gathering intelligence.

They work in groups of three or two.

Like a ghost, wandering wantonly in the darkness.

And whenever they met Xu Chuan, they would all die quietly in silence, and then quickly became stiff in the cold winter wind. ….

There are also people who resist, but the cage they have gathered is like a chicken nest built by a bamboo fence, which can be easily broken in an instant.

Then, die.

Xu Chuan was very calm about this, because whether it was the gift of a meal from the desolate people, his identity as the sect master of the Ming Sect, or his dislike for the Ruling Division, or the entire Xiling.

His shot was a reasonable thing.

He didn't even dispose of the corpse and left.

About half a day after he left, a girl in white came from the snowfield, and her slightly blank eyes made her look extremely indifferent.

She saw the corpses of the deacons of the Temple Inquisition, stiffened in the wind and snow, and a bit of complexity appeared in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

She didn't know why she had come here in spite of her pleas.

I don't know what I'm here for.

Perhaps, she was just looking for an answer.

Stepping past the stiff corpses, she continued her walk into the depths of the Forsaken Mountains.

......

On top of an extremely high snow cliff, Ye Hongyu stood calmly in the howling cold wind, her red dress was like a gorgeous fire cloud, and her face was as beautiful as water and as quiet as a distant mountain, full of holiness and inviolability.

And with the howling winter wind, the red dress swayed wantonly, revealing a pair of naked and smooth legs, making her look holy and full of indescribable temptation.

A

The black-clad deacon of the Inquisition appeared below the snowy cliffs, bowing his head and saying something.

The voice still entered her ears clearly from dozens of feet away.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on her cold face.

"Eighteen deacons died?"

This is not a trivial matter, and there are only more than 20 people in the adjudication department who can go deep into this place.

But in just one day, more than half of them died.

Her uncle, who was sitting on the throne of the ruling god, was afraid that he would not easily expose this matter.

Although she heard that her uncle had planted a heel in the Left Tent Court a few days ago, she was not dead after all.

A wounded archpriest of the adjudication was afraid that it would be even more difficult for her to tolerate her.

Her eyes lit up, and a clear voice came from her bright red lips.

"Take me."

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and said again, "That waste in Longqing seems to have come to the wasteland as well, let him bring someone to fill the vacancy here as soon as possible."

I have to say that although Longqing suffered setbacks one after another, he was even imprisoned in a secluded pavilion.

But there is a who intercedes with Yan Guo at the same time in the name of the Moon Wheel Kingdom, plus Longqing has re-cultivated to the cultivation realm of the Upper Realm of Dongxuan.

The temple eventually released him, only to remove him from his position as the second seat of the Adjudication Division, and reduced him to an ordinary deacon of the Adjudication Division.

But the person who can get out of the secluded pavilion, in recent years, except for Wei Guangming, he is the only one.

Now that the gate of the Demon Sect Mountain is about to open, the news that the Book of Heaven is about to appear in the world spreads, if Longqing can make a contribution this time, maybe he will be able to return to the position of the ruling division, of course, if he can step into the fate, it will naturally be a beautiful scenery.

The black-clothed deacon said yes respectfully, and then quickly walked towards the place where the corpse appeared with Ye Hongyu. ….

......

A moment after Mo Shanshan left, Ye Hongyu arrived at the place of the three corpses.

Before she could examine the three bodies, she noticed a small, slender footprint in the snow.

Someone had just left from here, and it was a woman.

In an instant, she came to this conclusion.

But does this woman have anything to do with the murderer?

She pondered for a moment, then set her eyes on the three stiff corpses.

"There is no trace of struggle, he died instantly, this person is at least a strong man who knows his fate!" She muttered to herself, her eyes getting colder and colder, and she said indifferently, "It's really arrogant."

From the physical traces of these corpses, and the undisguised way they were allowed to lie on the snow at this moment.

Suffice it to see that the killers did not take the adjudication division into account at all.

Ye Hongyu, as the chief priest of the adjudication department, even planned to sit on that side of the divine seat and be promoted to the chief priest of the adjudication, so her contempt for the ruling and even contempt for Xiling naturally made her instantly angry.

At this time, the black-clothed deacon stood behind her, bowed his head and said, "Lord Sizao, the murderer should have been heading all the way to the depths of the Heavenly Forsaken Mountain Range, and almost all of our people encountered along the way were killed."

"I see." Ye Hongyu said without emotion, she looked at the slender footprints heading towards the depths of the Heavenly Forsaken Mountain Range, and said, "I will find him and then kill him!"

When the words fell, a gust of wind blew, and in the snowflakes, her figure disappeared.

......

Xu Chuan has been walking on the snow field for a long time, and the coldness in the air is getting thicker and thicker.

He was thinking about something.

On that day, he opened the heavens according to the picture of opening up the heavens in his mind.

A sword slashed out Wei Guangming of the Six Realms.

That sword can be said to be incredibly strong.

But after that day, he didn't dare to use it again.

The reason why that sword is strong is that it contains one-ten-thousandth of the charm of opening the sky.

And it is precisely this one-ten-thousandth of the Heaven-Opening Charm, with his telekinesis or will, that is still difficult to bear.

The powerful Celestial Charm will wear out the will and emotions in the depths of his soul.

Therefore, when using that sword, he will gradually lose some of his cognition and feelings as a human being, so that he will move in a ruthless direction.

Although he has gone through several worlds, he is no longer the hot-blooded boy he used to be on the street, and many things are indifferent to him a lot.

But in a sense, it is also his own growth.

He could not accept that kind of brutal means of extinguishing emotions.

Therefore, in the battle in the court of the Left Tent King, although he had the ability to break the fan cage with a sword from the open sky, he still relied on his strong physique and chose a lose-lose style.

It can be said that this Heaven Opening Sword has been subconsciously sealed in the depths of his mind, unless he really thoroughly understands the charm of opening up part of the Heaven Reincarnation Diagram, and can use this move without any sequelae, he will never use it easily.

Suddenly, he paused and looked ahead.

There was a childish girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, tightly wrapped in tattered fur, with a pair of dirty black boots on her feet, and a fur hat on her head, her long black and bright hair braided into a long, thick braid, which hung down between her knees and swayed, and a towering beast's tail covered most of her face, but could not hide the innocence between her eyebrows.

She asked with some curiosity, "Do you have a grudge against the temple?" Why did you kill so many of them?"

Xu Chuan looked at her childish little face and said lightly: "The people of Xiling will kill if they want to, how can there be so many whys."

The girl's eyes bent when she heard this, and she nodded in agreement: "It makes sense, Xiling is not a good person!" As she spoke, she said again, "By the way, my name is Tang Xiaotang, what about you?"

As early as when he saw her, Xu Chuan had already guessed the identity of the other party, and he didn't have a surprised expression when he heard this, but said calmly, "Xu Chuan."

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