Yan Yunting used the wind and sand as a cover, and ran wildly in the desert for half an hour, until he was sure that the big ship had not caught up, and then he dared to stop and breathe.

"This group of girls in the Peacock Building is really as vicious as the peacock gall......"

......The wind continued to blow, but it was a little wetter than usual.

Yan Yunting has been traveling in the direction of the North Star these days, and he has been gone for four whole days tonight.

To the north of the mobile desert is the Tari Basin, where most of the sixteen countries of the Western Regions were established, and the northernmost part of the basin borders the Tianshan Mountains.

The Kyushu Alliance was established in the world, and each state would elect a powerful sect as the "head of the sect" to restrain other family sects in each state.

The Tianshan faction is the "head of the door" of Yongzhou and Liangzhou, its founding faction is senior, with a thousand-year history, infinite martial arts, and masters are like clouds, although they are far away from the Central Plains, living alone in the snow-capped mountains, but they are superior to the cold in the high places, and they are even more pivotal in the Kyushu League.

The catastrophe of Yongliang is no longer something that can be solved by the imperial court alone, the nine ghosts and ghosts are in trouble, and the Kyushu League will never sit idly by, and the Tianshan faction, as the keeper of Yongliang, will naturally take the lead in taking on the big responsibility.

Yan Yunting has long admired the holy name of Tianshan Mountain, and now he happens to pass by, how can he go up to take a look, besides, Li Yu is a disciple of the Tianshan faction, if nothing else, he has already returned to Tianshan on a crane,

The martial arts method of Tianshan has always been the dream of people in the rivers and lakes, and those who can worship the disciples of the Tianshan faction are either noble or have excellent qualifications.

Although Li Yu's strength is not high, but with his noble status, he is definitely not bad in the Tianshan faction.

Although Yan Yunting inherited Su Zhen's "Juntian Eighteen Swords" and Zhao Dan, his body was like an empty shell, and he actually had no internal force to maintain it.

Internal force, true qi, and veins, from shallow to deep, are the three major elements that determine the level of force" Among them, internal force is the most basic mastery of all martial artists, and if you want to have a strong internal force, you must be inseparable from the cultivation of the mental method.

A high-quality mental method can lay a solid foundation, consolidate the foundation and cultivate the yuan, purify the heart to exorcise demons, and connect the upper and lower levels, which can often make cultivators get twice the result with half the effort.

"Juntian Eighteen Swords" and Zhao Dan are indeed strong enough, but without a strong force as a foundation, it is difficult to exert their power, therefore, Yan Yunting plans to go to Tianshan Mountain, engage in a superior mental method, and improve his strength.

The world is about to collapse, and only by becoming stronger can we keep ourselves alive and be qualified to protect and save the people we care about.

In the second half of the night, in the middle of the moon, a sparkling river dotted in front of the desert.

Feng Shui Feng Shui, where there is water, there is life, so it seems that the Tari Basin is not far away.

Yan Yunting was overjoyed, hurriedly rushed up, and lay on the riverside is a whale swallowing and drinking. When he was full, he began to undress and prepare to go down to take a shower. The filth and stench on his body are so bad that he can't stand it himself,

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of "jingle bell...... like a camel bell.

The sound is ghostly and rippling, and it is even more strange when it comes with the wind.

This kind of faint aura has also been felt in Yongcheng before.

Yan Yunting immediately became alert, didn't care about taking off his clothes anymore, and dived into the river, only half of his head was exposed, and looked for prestige-

Under the white moonlight, a team of eight people walked quickly through the desert, four people in front and four people behind, carrying a blood-red coffin!

In the desert where there is no one to mourn?

When the team got closer, Yan Yunting took a closer look, these eight people were dressed in black from beginning to end, their faces were pitch black and they couldn't distinguish their gender, and the way they marched was actually with their feet off the ground and flying in the air!

Walking on the ground? Not human at all!

Yan Yunting hurriedly held his breath and quietly dived into the water, waiting for the team to leave a distance before he dared to come out.

Eight ghost servants, carrying a coffin, there must be something strange about this matter!

Yan Yunting didn't think about it so much, climbed ashore and quietly followed.

The speed of the ghost servant was very fast, and Yan Yunting could keep up at first, but in the later stage, he really couldn't keep up with the pace of the team, and he was gradually thrown away.

Unconsciously, the desert sky revealed the white of the fish's belly, and the rising sun will rise in the east soon. At that time, the wind in the desert has stopped, the sand has stopped, the green grass and vegetation have increased in vain, and the vision has become broader.

Yan Yunting followed the trajectory of the team for half an hour, and suddenly a small border village appeared at the end of the desert.

Yan Yunting slowed down his pace and cautiously approached the village, until the first touch of morning light sprinkled from the sky, and he walked into the village boldly and with confidence.

No matter how rampant the ghosts are, they are afraid of the sun.

Under the rays of the sun, the frost turns into water vapor, forming a thin layer of mist that spreads through the village.

Yan Yunting pulled out his gall, although he was not worried about ghosts and monsters, but he couldn't keep this village infected with the plague.

He walked around the village, but found no sign of the living, it was supposed to be a deserted village.

The plague came so suddenly that many people from the Western Regions fled their homeland. But judging by the newness of the house, it should have been inhabited not long ago.

The village is not big, more than a dozen families, and Yan Yunting's family did not let go, from beginning to end, conducting a house-to-house search.

A worn-out jacket to put on to protect from the cold.

A sharp scythe to bring self-defense.

Half of the corn that had been dried for an unknown amount of time and a small jar of sugar were just used to fill the stomach.

And what surprised Yan Yunting the most was that under the bed in a building, he actually found a firearm that had been sealed for a long time.

Wipe the dirt off the gun, reveal the shiny barrel, and the gunpowder and marbles are sealed in small boxes and should still work.

Living on the edge of the desert, there are wolves harassing from time to time, perhaps this firearm is used to fight wolves.

A firearm like this cannot be obtained without a hundred taels of silver on the market.

"Now it's mine."

Yan Yunting wiped the firearm clean, loaded the ammunition and pinned it to his waist, and continued to search the remaining houses.

And when he searched the last bungalow, he noticed a hint of ominous strangeness -

The doors and windows of this bungalow were tightly closed, and the windows were tightly sealed with black oiled paper, and this was the only house that was not locked, and the door was very fast, as if it had been locked from the inside out.

Could it be that there are still people living in it?

Yan Yunting held the fire gun in his left hand and the gall in his right hand, "Smack!" "Lift your leg and kick open the door—

The sun shone into the dimly lit room, and a blood-red coffin was placed in the central hall!

The eight ghost servants waiting by the blood coffin dodged to both sides at the same time, they were afraid of the sun!

Yan Yunting was a little surprised, and then the corners of his mouth curled slightly, he glared at the group of ghost servants who didn't dare to approach the door, and sneered:

"Oh, catch a turtle in an urn?"