Jiang Chen returned to the tent, and as soon as he lay down, another figure came in and sat next to him.

The person who came was Su Yunqing.

Jiang Chen raised his eyelids: "Something?" ”

Su Yunqing looked down at his face and said, "You are very angry!" I drove away that shameless woman, and I made you so uncomfortable? ”

Jiang Chen rubbed his eyebrows and said in a somewhat lazy tone: "If you are attacked by someone in your tent, your mood will only be worse than mine." ”

Su Yunqing was taken aback: "Who attacked Ling?" ”

"I didn't catch it, it's a very powerful assassin......"

Jiang Chen described the experience of the two fighting, and Su Yunqing's face gradually became heavy.

"Most likely it's his ......"

"Who?"

"The gold medal killer of the Wind and Rain Building, the shadow of the "Black Evil" ghost in the "Five Deadly Five"."

"Wind and rain building, that white ghost is worried?" Jiang Chen touched the shadow slashing sword beside him, and remembered the gray-clothed young man with strange powers, "I snatched his sword, and he called all the people to take revenge?" ”

Su Yunqing shook his head: "The killer doesn't pay attention to revenge, although Bai Guichou is the young master of the Wind and Rain Building, he can't support the gold medal killer to avenge himself." That ghost shadow must have come for the bounty, who made your head so valuable! ”

She gloated and smiled: "The 'Black Evil' ghost shadow is the best at concealment and disguise among the five evils, and it is impossible to prevent it. Last month, the head of the White Horse Temple of Guixia Mountain died under his sneak attack - at that time, the hall was full of guests, and the masters were like clouds, and no one noticed the arrival of the ghost shadow. After the ghost shadow succeeded, he walked away, and no one could stop him. You're really unlucky to provoke such a guy! ”

Jiang Chen touched his neck: "I'm worth a lot of money now, I can't let this kind of screature pick up the cheap." Why don't you stay and protect me tonight? ”

"Hehe, you ask for more blessings!"

Su Yunqing got up and walked out, pausing at the door: "If you are really angry, go and practice martial arts." If you practice martial arts, you can't suppress ......"

Jiang Chen pricked up his ears and waited for her next step.

Don't...... She's going to help me put out the fire?

"You still have a warm right hand."

“…… Get out! ”

In the second half of the night, Jiang Chen didn't sleep well.

It wasn't that the ghost shadow came to trouble him again, but that the wisps of flute sounded again, lingering in his ears while he was still asleep.

No matter how beautiful the rhythm is, it will become a fly buzzing when people need to sleep quietly, not to mention that the sound of the flute also contains evil intentions, entangled his divine consciousness, and flutters in the sky high.

Jiang Chen was confused, half-asleep and half-awake, as if he saw himself hanging in the air, bathed in the light of the red moon like blood.

Beneath his feet is a crimson desert, with undulating ravines like wrinkles on a human face, stretching endlessly to the end of the horizon in the cold and howling wind......

Before dawn, Jiang Chen was completely awakened. Recalling last night's dream, there was only the vast earth under the red moon, like endless blood.

When he got up, he only felt that the qi and blood in his body were surging, as if there was endless power.

Cultivation seems to have increased a bit, needless to say, this must be the credit of the sound of the flute last night.

Jiang Chen glanced at the sky through the gap above his head, the light was still dim, there was silence around him, and the others hadn't gotten up yet.

Since it was still early, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Those who refine the gods, clear their minds and calm their breath, get rid of distracting thoughts, and sink into the ethereal. In this way, I can resist the temptation of growing strength and cultivating in my body.

Jiang Chen believed that pies would not fall out of thin air in the sky, and that every fatal trap was preceded by a mouth-watering temptation. As long as you take that step rashly, you will definitely bear a painful price.

What's more, he had already faintly sensed that that part of the extra power seemed to have some uncontrollable tendencies, and wanted to assimilate his original power as well.

If you are immersed in the illusory joy of the rapid growth of the true yuan, and accept it completely, the only needs to be tempted a little, and you will be in chaos and explode to death.

Fight against instinct with reason, temper and extract excess power with the method of refining gods, and directly discharge those who are not sufficient essence, and try their best to restrain the disorderly growth of true yuan.

Only by knowing how to make trade-offs, knowing how to advance and retreat, and controlling desires, can you be regarded as a qualified cultivator. Otherwise, sooner or later, it will get out of control and fall into the devil.

As the sky grew brighter, Jiang Chen slowly exhaled a breath and got up.

The extra part of cultivation that was made last night had been consumed by him.

This kind of practice is simply incredible for most of the martial artists on the rivers and lakes who are racking their brains for growth and cultivation.

Such a violent wasteful behavior, if the man knew about it, I am afraid that he would be so angry that he would jump to his feet.

Jiang Chen felt a little regretful in his heart, but also deepened a layer of doubt: If the man wants to be unfavorable to me, or intends to control me, why don't he just take action, and have to take such a tossing method? As long as he knocks me down, I can only obediently let him deal with it...... Could it be that that guy's strength is actually not as strong as I imagined?

The sky is getting brighter.

People wake up one after another, pack up, and set off on the road.

Today, Jiang Chen noticed the big red box that Su Yunqing said, which was tightly covered by the twelve big men in the shape of a man, and only a little red paint gap could be seen.

He looked intently, and the red box really had a faint ominous aura, like a coffin that had just been dug out of a grave, and inside it stored a body that had decayed for thousands of years, exuding an eerie aura inside and out.

Wujia python and ghost swallow didn't dare to look at Jiang Chen much today.

The other peeping eyes in the team were also noticeably reduced.

Last night's fight was not in vain.

But there was also a huntress named "Xiao Qionghua", who came over from time to time, which made Jiang Chen a little impatient.

On the other hand, Su Yunqing relied on her beauty advantage to get close to many people in the team, and inquired about the origin of the caravan's goods.

Although the Crimson Enchantress and the caravan leader have long issued a ban on words, men have had a common problem since ancient times, that is, in front of a beautiful woman, the tone is always looser than usual.

As long as Su Yunqing doesn't have a straight face, a calm voice, and deliberately shows manliness, she can actually be regarded as bright-eyed and bright-toothed, snow-skinned, and beautiful.

Her tall figure is also in line with the taste of a desert man.

If you restrain your usual sassy and flying spirit a little, occasionally say a few words of coquettishness, and show the weak side of women, you can fascinate many men.

According to the original words of the desert man, she is "the kind of best goods that can be dedicated to the Black Sword Saint" and "it is also the top brand of a thousand gold overnight in the Emerald Red Mansion", so after she dodged the big hands of the men rubbing oil without a trace, she also got a lot of inside information-

The red box contains "Xuangang Blood".

As the name suggests, it is the blood of the master of Xuangang.

Due to the effect of the desert red moon, many people will be stimulated even if they do not practice the method of cultivating gods.

Most of them go crazy because they lack the crucial step of "meditation", while the few who survive will gain "divine power".

Su Yunqing believes that this kind of "divine power" induced by external forces belongs to the residual version of supernatural powers, which will show symptoms of demonization, and will also have disadvantages such as loss of longevity, qi deficiency, irritability, etc. But there is no doubt that this kind of remnant supernatural ability can greatly improve combat effectiveness.

The Xuangang blood with the same attributes can help people stabilize their minds and play a role similar to "meditation", which means a higher chance of survival and more combat effectiveness. Paired with the essence of Akatsuki, it is a good thing worth a thousand gold, and it can be mass-produced thugs.

But the blood of the Xuangang master is not so easy to get. Excessive loss of sperm and blood will affect the foundation of the body. Any master of Xuangang is a big man who is proud of one side, and he will not be so downtrodden that he needs to sell blood for money.

The desert caravans used various means and painstaking efforts to get a little Xuangang blood, which was transported to the dark red sand dunes, and often sold for sky-high prices.

So it's understandable that the hunters are so vigilant and don't allow anyone to get near that big red box.