The wind and snow are raging, the fog is thick, and as far as the eye can see, there is only a white expanse, like a cold grave, a forbidden area for life.

No one would have imagined that this was the once rich Luzhou.

Wars, fog disasters, evil spirits, snow disasters... Let this vast plain, which is famous for its grain production, present a scene of the end of the world.

However, in this harsh environment, there is a wandering tribe that moves slowly, like a swarm of black ants on a white carpet.

They were dressed in rudimentary leather jackets, and their faces were covered with thick grease to ward off the bitter cold wind.

Even so, the biting cold wind blew their rough faces like sharp blades, leaving red and swollen scars.

They dragged cattle and sheep, pushed caravans, and carried the old and the young, with heavy steps, but their eyes were firm and persistent.

But in this terrible environment, not everyone can hold on to it after all, and people are constantly frozen and collapsed, unconscious.

The leader of the team, a tall man with a long beard and a wide face, saw this and hurriedly helped up a few people, waved his horsewhip and shouted: "Everyone, hold on a little longer!" ”

His eyes were full of determination, "Those wolf cubs, I'm afraid they are laughing at us, but Beruda will protect his strong people, and we will finally find a home!" ”

As soon as the words fell, many people covered their chests with solemn faces.

Seeing this, the man nodded slightly, and took out a pair of parchment rolls from his arms, which was the map of Luzhou.

An old man with frostbite on his face next to him walked over and said in a low voice: "Groll, how long will it take, some people are afraid that they won't be able to hold on." ”

"It's coming."

The man known as Grohl pointed to the parchment scroll, "Here, there was once a Jiyuan City of the Central Plains, although it was destroyed in the war, but the house that sheltered from the disaster should still be found." ”

"It's all fertile land outside, I've already tried it, if you cut the ice and snow, you can plant wolf-headed konjac, and kill some cattle and sheep, you should be able to survive this winter."

"Abandoned city?"

The old man's face was full of worry, "There are countless dead people and many ghosts in these places, which is a bit dangerous." ”

Grohl shook his head and said: "Don't worry, Daddy Persa, the ghost king is getting stronger and stronger, and almost all the powerful ghosts on the plains have been recruited by him, with the protection of the ancestors of Beruda, we will be fine." ”

"Okay."

The old man sighed helplessly.

Encouraged by the leader, the crowd quickened their speed, and finally when it was almost dark, they saw an old city standing in the wind and snow.

However, no one cheered.

Everyone raised their guard and unloaded the bow from their shoulders.

Outside the abandoned city, which was already deserted, many people had already gathered, all of whom were from three religions and nine streams, setting up tents, lighting bonfires, drinking wine and eating meat in the wind and snow, talking and laughing.

"It's Nakahara Ye Xiu."

The old man next to him immediately made a judgment.

Grohl also nodded with a fixed face, told everyone behind him to be careful, and secretly held the pendant around his neck.

Seeing this group of grassland people, the wild cultivators were vigilant at first, then snorted, chatted with themselves, and no longer cared about it.

Only one monk saw the cattle and sheep, his eyes lit up, patted the snow on his body and walked over, and asked with a smile: "Hey, this grassland man, how to sell cattle and sheep?" ”

Grohl gritted his teeth, "If you want, I'll give you one." ”

"Yo!"

The monk was a little surprised, "You are generous, the people of the Golden Horde are really rich." ”

"I'm not from the Golden Horde!"

Grohl seemed to be insulted, "We are the Eagle Tribe, not the same thing as those wolf cubs. ”

"Eagle Tribe?"

The monk was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it, anyway, they are all grassland people, what's the difference..."

Grohl's face was flushed, but he didn't want to say more, so he told his men to bring a sheep and give it to the monk.

"Tsk."

The monk got cheap and was in a good mood, "For the sake of your knowledge, give me a piece of advice, just camp outside the city, don't go into the city." ”

Grohl was shocked, "Why?" ”

He led the tribe here to settle down, and seeing that he could not enter the city, he always had to ask about cause and effect.

The monk smiled, his eyes became gloomy, "Something strange happened in this city, it's okay to stay outside, but as soon as you enter it, there will be a yin wind in the middle of the night, and then you will be taken away by the ghosts, and none of you will survive!" ”

Seeing that several grassland children were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated, the monk's heart softened inexplicably, thinking of the children who died in the war, and sighed slightly, "Don't laugh, this matter is not lying to you, there have been many people inexplicably absent recently, and even the monks can't escape." ”

In the last sentence, he lowered his voice, "Also, don't say that you are not from the Golden Horde Country, sometimes you pretend to be confused and can survive." ”

With that, he shook his head and was about to leave.

Grohl clenched his fists and said loudly: "The Flying Eagle Tribe doesn't owe favors, I also tell you the news, the ghost has expanded again, the Fire Luo Sect is using you, don't be blinded by the treasure!" ”

"Poof!"

The monk laughed, "I'm not a fool, let me tell you, the ghost king won't live long, so we are in a hurry." ”

After that, he led the sheep to a camp and said loudly: "Roast mutton, try my Lao Feng's craftsmanship." ”

"Good!"

Ye Xiu in the camp immediately applauded.

"Lao Feng, how long do you have to pretend to be a fake monk of wine and meat?"

"Phew! What a fake monk, we're serious monks..."

"Hahaha..."

In the camp, there was laughter and laughter.

Looking at the field camp in the distance, and then looking at the darkening sky, Grohl gritted his teeth, "Stay away from them and camp, eat dry food, don't boil broth, and explore tomorrow." ”

At the sound of the order, the people of the tribe suddenly became busy.

The two sides were far apart, and only the light of the fire could be faintly seen.

In the field cultivation camp, a scar-faced man played with the sharp blade in his hand, and said with a gloomy look: "These grassland barbarians, take advantage of the chaos to occupy my Central Plains land, if Lao Tzu is still in the border army, none of them will live tonight!" ”

"Eliminate gas."

The monk made a round and persuaded: "In this world, it is not easy to live, even the warlords of Daliang are negotiating peace with the Golden Horde, what kind of murder is there for no reason." ”

"You monk is merciful."

"Our old Feng is a serious monk. It's a pity that the rules and precepts of the Lianhua Sect are too strict, otherwise I would have become a disciple of the sect. ”

"Just blow it, barbecue quickly!"

"But then again, how could those few suddenly join forces?"

The topic was shifted, and the scar-faced man lost his killing intent, and said with interest: "I heard that it was the disciples of the sect who discussed joining forces, and if you count it, this ghost king is the biggest soft persimmon." ”

"It's a lot more cautious when I come back."

"That is, after all, it is a sect, and it can still suffer two losses?"

"Who are you here this time?"

"The Five Immortals Sect is led by Liu Santong, and I heard that the elite of the five Xiangtang is exhausted, and it is known as the Five Blessings..."

"The Lotus Sect has come to protect the Dharma Rakshasa from a good fellow, I saw it from afar, just like the statue in the temple..."

"There are a lot of fierce people from the Faxiang Sect, known as the impermanence of all things, and the disciples of the Yanjia Sect have long been waiting outside the ghost..."

"But the most powerful is still Xuandu Guan, they are still led by Xuanhua, what are the three swords of the Divine Court, the seven sons of Xuandu, and Xuanhua Guanxue has realized the Tao, and has been promoted to the fifth grade, which is the first master of the younger generation!"

"Joke, isn't the number one master Tai Sui?"

"That's not the younger generation."

"Why aren't you young, I heard that you're only in your twenties."

"It's... In short, it can't be counted as him. ”

"Hahaha."

"In short, this time the ghost snake is broken, we have received the task, and it is considered to be completed, and we can still get some spiritual materials. Ladies and gentlemen, we have to take care of each other when we go..."

"That's nature."

When everyone talked and laughed, they became familiar with each other.

The rivers and lakes are like this, walking outside, multiple friends can always have multiple roads, although everyone will guard against a hand, but the face will always be passable.

Monk Feng is very bold, he once worked as a cook, and after showing off his skills, he was praised by everyone.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, he found that in the corner of the camp, there was always a man wearing a cloak, sitting in the tent in silence, and as soon as his heart moved, he took a roast and walked over, and said with a smile on his face:

"Brother, try my craft?"

"Thank you."

The man raised his head, his black hair hanging down his shoulders, and his face was ordinary, the kind that was difficult to find in a crowd.

Monk Feng is a self-acquaintance, and he smiled and asked:

"This brother, what is your name?"

"Zhang San."

"Oh."

Monk Feng knew that it was a pseudonym when he heard it, and shook his head and said: "That's it, if you don't want to say it, forget it, seeing that your cultivation is common, you should make more friends, and when you get to the ghost, you can take care of it." ”

With that, he shook his head slightly and turned to leave.

The black-robed man is naturally Zhang Biao, but he wears a human skin mask and restricts his breath, and these wild cultivators naturally can't notice it.

Looking at the monk's distant figure, Zhang Biao smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "It's a warm-hearted person..."

With his cultivation, he could hear the conversation of everyone, even the whispers between the monk and Groll.

I picked up the barbecue and tasted it a few bites, and sure enough, it was delicious.

Zhang Biao took out the silver wine jug from his arms, and while eating and drinking, he looked at the ancient city in the distance.

He came to Luzhou, naturally with a purpose.

News came from Youshen's side, and they finally found a few Sanming Earth Fire Zhi in the cracks of the canyon, but the highest was only four grades, and there was only one.

Although it is not the five products he wants, he really can't find it, and he can only accumulate the amount and slowly improve.

In this way, it seems a bit wasteful.

After all, the Four Treasures Medicine, whether it is used to help disciples and monks in the village improve, or whether it is sold in exchange, has great value.

And for him, it's a bit chicken.

But there is also good news, Pang Shanhu used the method of patrolling the mountains to practice, and found that the atmosphere of the canyon was a little strange, and he has followed the trace, and may be able to find something.

And he wants to take this opportunity to come to Huaizhou to refine the Yin and Yang diagram.

He didn't want to leak this matter to the outside world, after all, the heart of defense is indispensable, and if the yin and yang diagram is refined, it will be a hole card, so he took a human skin mask and sneaked into Luzhou.

The Jiyuan City in front of him is the first target.

There have been a lot of strange things happening here in a row, and it is likely that there are powerful ghosts at work, but he has already explored during the day, but he has not found anything, so he can only wait for the night.

It just so happened that these wild cultivators arrived, so they simply set up a tent and pretended to be a minor monk to wait.

At that moment, he suddenly looked to the other side.

There, it was the Flying Eagle Tribe camp.

Others couldn't see clearly, but he could feel that there was an incense fire divine power surging, and then a burst of fierce divine thoughts expanded.

Zhang Biao shook his head thoughtfully.

He saw everything in his eyes. Although this Flying Eagle Tribe is also a steppe person, it seems that it is not dealing with the Golden Horde Country.

Now, it's not surprising at all.

This Flying Eagle Tribe, I don't know what chance it gets, but it also has its own vulgar gods, and judging by the appearance, it is still an ancestral god.

His ancestors must have produced powerful heroes, and even very likely monks, who had secret magic weapons to stay in the spirit world in order to preserve them to this day.

With the xenophobic nature of the Fire Luo Sect, it is a miracle that this Flying Eagle Tribe has survived to this day.

Thinking about this, Zhang Biao didn't bother to pay attention anymore, closed his eyes tightly, meditated cross-legged, and silently carried Zhou Tian.

Before you know it, night falls.

The camps had fallen silent, except for the snoring and crackling of the campfires.

At this moment, Zhang Biao suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head.

He could feel a fierce thought wandering through the air, staring at everyone indifferently.

"——! Toot"

At the same time, the Eagle Tribe camp was lit up with fires, accompanied by the sound of long horns.

"What's going on?"

"What did those steppe barbarians find!"

"Be careful, I'll ask."

Before he could finish speaking, the wind was raging, the snow was falling, all the bonfires were extinguished, and darkness was plunged......

(End of chapter)