Bai Yuejian's current location was a cave that they had opened on their own in the desert, and Chu Yu was about to rush there.

Senior Sister's retreat was for the purpose of cultivating some kind of Divine Consciousness Secret Technique, not to promote the Jindan—she had recovered the Jindan a year ago, and now she was in the early stage of Jindan's cultivation.

Chu Yu is in the late stage of foundation building, she has been wandering in this realm for a long time, and she has made a lot of preparations for the knot.

The motorcycle pulled out a puff of white smoke above the desert. Chu Song clicked on the music again, and it was still a familiar tune before.

She shook her head and hummed along as she took out a bottle of soda from her storage bag and was about to pour it into her mouth, when she looked up and noticed something strange in front of her.

It was like a person flying......

Chu Yu blinked his eyes, and his divine sense swept over.

It was a thin old man with a goatee, with a fire-spewing sword at his feet, and he was running forward desperately—for something was chasing after him.

What made Chu Yu curious was not only the flying sword that resembled a rocket skateboard under his feet, but also the way he was dressed: he was wearing a heavy robe and cloth shoes under his feet, which was very similar to the celestial beings in ancient times.

It's the kind in costume films.

The divine sense swept back, and Chu Yu saw a group of familiar people.

It was a group of hideous-looking outlaws, all of whom were naked, wearing white masks with sunglasses on their heads, intricate tattoos on their skin that resembled alien insects, and bone clubs and machine guns wielding in their hands to the shrill shouts.

Their name is the Bug-Fire Cult. As the name suggests, this is a group of "cultists" who believe in alien insects.

However, rather than calling them cultists, they are a bunch of out-and-out wasteland bandits and cult lunatics.

The origins of this group of lunatics are all strange, but most of them are people who have fallen into madness after surviving the war.

They worship the insects in a frenzy, believing that the root of all suffering comes from the celestial beings themselves, and that only by dedicating their lives and throwing themselves into the arms of the "Mother Worm" can they obtain eternal peace.

The power of the Insect Fire Sect in the wasteland is not small, but Chu Yu only feels that this group of madmen is inexplicable.

To put it bluntly, they are just a group of robbers in the name of the sect, and the so-called doctrine is just the self-talk of these crazy people, and the worm mother in their mouth has never dealt with their own "believers".

At this moment, these Bug-Fire Cultists were riding in two modified trucks, stretching out of the cars, shouting at the prey in front of them:

"Oh roar! Grab the old thing in front of me with a rocket skateboard, I'm going to tear it down and make a new pair of flying shoes! ”

"Look, he's wearing a robe, wearing a robe on the wasteland, hahahaha, he's really not afraid of heat rash!"

"For the sake of the Mother Worm! For the sake of the Mother of Worms! Ahh

These Bug-Fire cultists shouted at a shrill voice without saying a word, causing people to worry about their mental state.

That's it, now that you see it, let's save it.

Anyway, it's an old rival with this group of people.

Chu Yu twisted his wrist, and the motorcycle galloped forward like a fiery red meteor.

The loud noise naturally attracted the attention of the two sides in front, and seeing the fiery red motorcycle and the woman with a double-barreled shotgun on it, a scream broke out again from the truck:

"Witch! It's a witch! Shoot! Shoot!! ”

"The witch of all evils, the number one enemy of my sect, suffer death! For the sake of the Mother of Worms! ”

"For the sake of our previously destroyed stronghold! The witch must be punished with death! I'm going to peel off her skin to make a lampshade! ”

Those people didn't chase the old man on the flying sword anymore, and the two transformation trucks turned sharply on the ground, crashing straight in the direction of Chu Yu.

These modified trucks have large wheels and are covered in sharp iron spikes and cannon barrels, making them look like hideous hedgehogs from a distance.

Their shells are also decorated with the bones of various insects, and God knows why these creatures who believe in insects use their beliefs to decorate their cars.

"Kill, ahh

The same was true for other sect members, and some even threw bone sticks and stones at Chu Yu.

Chu Yu sighed, she didn't want to waste time with these crazy people.

With her right hand reaching for her back, she held the double-barreled shotgun in the palm of her hand with one hand, and stretched out her arm forward in a firing gesture, and a purple glow burst out of the air, hitting the cab of the nearest truck.

This Zixia is actually a Zihuang Sword.

The action of firing the gun was just a cover, the old man was still not far away, and she didn't want to expose it.

After penetrating the Insect Fire Cultists who were driving, the Zihuang Sword burst into the inside of the truck without stopping, as if it were in a no-man's land.

Before they could react to what was happening, the truck's fuel tank had already ignited, and the wind of the explosion blew Chu Yu's hair to the side.

The other car was also concocted, and Chu Yu ended the battle in a short time.

No way, this group of people is too vegetable.

The only difficulty may be、Many。

The Insect Fire Cult is all over the wasteland, and the number of insects is comparable to that of alien insects.

Under the cover of the thick smoke, Chu Yu threw out a few small robots and asked them to find out if there were any valuable things left in these Insect Fire Sect's cars.

The strange old man hadn't even left. He stepped on the flying sword, gasping for breath, and his eyes were panicked and uncertain, with an expression of the rest of his life.

He looked at Chu Yu sitting on the motorcycle, hesitated for a moment, and finally "flew" forward.

The old man put away his car and made a gesture at Chu Yu:

"Thank you Daoyou for coming to the rescue, poor Dao Qingxuan is grateful."

Chu Yu looked at the old Taoist priest with a strange expression:

"My surname is Chu, Chu Xiaoye. It's just easy to save you, don't care about it......" Looking at the old man's dress, Chu Yu's heart was full of doubts: "Why do you call me Daoyou?" ”

She didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power in this person.

This skinny old man is just an ordinary person.

"Now the world is in turmoil, insects are everywhere, all beings are suffering in hardship and seeking, although you and I meet in the water, but we are also struggling in the troubled times, but the way is different. It can be said that there are Taoist friends in the four seas, and the Lord of Chu naturally deserves the title of Taoist friend......"

As he spoke, the old man reached out and stroked his goatee, looking like a man of great virtue.

It's how you look like a liar.

Looking at the steel "flying sword" in his hand that had been extinguished, Chu Yu couldn't help but laugh.

It's been a long time since she'd left Feng Yuan to meet someone who talks like this.

"What Qingxuan Daoist said is very true." Chu Yu had the intention to tease him, and returned the salute with a fist

"I just don't know where my friend comes from? Which practice is it for? ”

Hearing the question, the old Taoist priest seemed to have suddenly changed into a person, stretched out his hand to tidy up his robe, and looked firmly into the distance:

"Poor and talented, it's a topological door to repair!"