After waiting for a long time, the sun in the sky also set on the western mountain.

Under the light of the setting sun, the weeds and rocks of this wasteland sparkled as if they were made of pure gold.

Han Yu raised his head and glanced at it, as long as the sun set, it meant that the trip was not fruitful, and he was going to return to the stone pile and wait for the next opportunity.

After waiting for a while, ten miles away, the ant puppet lying on a boulder saw the movement, and a yellow light appeared, swept over the rock, and fled in the direction of Han Yu.

Han Yu's heart sank, settled down, and silenced his mind in the scroll in his hand.

The light came from a distance, and when it was five feet away from the rock, it revealed a young man with a thin face and a pair of triangular eyes, who looked a little vicious.

The man saw the scholar who was shaking his head and reading hard, and laughed: "Brother Xu, I'm really sorry, I'm late." ”

Only then did the scholar take his eyes off the scroll, stood up and patted the dust on his body, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Senior brother, you are late." ”

The triangular-eyed monk fell to the ground and explained with a big grin: "Senior Brother Xu, I'm really sorry. Senior Brother Lin, they seriously injured a mid-foundation building on the opposite side, and I chased and killed for more than ten miles before I took down this person's head. By the way, what about Brother Wang?"

The scholar smiled and pointed to the wild boar leg gnawed off on the ground, and said as he walked over: "Brother Wang is a little anxious, so I will go back first." In this wasteland, there is no good meat to be found. ”

The triangular-eyed monk looked at the discarded bones on the ground, laughed and said, "Brother Wang's little ghost in the belly..... Ah, you!"

Before he could say anything more, the scholar's face flashed as soon as he came in beside him, and a golden light shot out from his cuffs, striking the triangular-eyed monk who was close at hand like lightning.

There was a muffled "bang".

In the disbelief of the triangular-eyed monk, the golden light shattered his protective shield at once, and the token on his body let out a hum, and a layer of black light appeared on his body, which collided with the golden light and shattered.

There was an extra crack in the token, and the black light shattered.

The triangular-eyed monk reacted immediately, and his steps quickly retreated, and at the same time, his cuffs flicked, and a pale silver shield was already clasped in his hand, as if it was about to be activated.

But an unknown smile appeared on the scholar's face, his hand was raised slightly, and then his figure blurred for a while, and a person appeared behind him like a ghost.

The triangular eyes looked blankly ahead, the small silver shield that was flashing in his hand fell to the ground, and a thin red line suddenly appeared on his neck, and before the head fell crookedly, the scholar's light blue hand was already on his shoulder.

Pale blue ice began to spread along the shoulders and throughout the body, freezing the crooked skull.

The scholar breathed a sigh of relief and continued to increase the infusion of mana, and the blue ice slowly thickened. In a matter of moments, he had become an ice sculpture.

Then the scholar closed his eyes, saw that there were no monks within a radius of ten miles, and then picked up the icicle and flew towards the pile of rocks.

When he returned to the underground stone room, the bones on the scholar's body were chaotic, and his face was blurred for a while, turning into a pockmarked face again.

Han Yu ignored the ice sculpture and meditated with his eyes closed, paying attention to the movement around the boulder with the vision of a praying mantis.

Although it was an instant kill just now, he was still a little worried, afraid that this cultivation had some secret technique that could contact his companions.

After a while, the sun set, night fell, and a strong wind blew over the wasteland.

Han Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and there was no monk to observe the situation, and he was not noticed by the Demon Dao.

Han Yu relieved his heart at this time, and his eyes fell on the ice sculpture.

He walked up to the ice sculpture, a flame appeared in his hand, and gently pressed it on his head, and the ice on his body slowly dissolved.

Han Yu first took out the skull, and quickly recited the spell in his mouth, extracting the soul.

He originally wanted to search for souls, but he had no soul search charm on his body, so he could only extract this person's soul first, and it was likely to dissipate later.

Causing the yellow light to be in the jade bottle, Han Yu breathed a sigh of relief, dissolved the cold ice on his body, took the storage bag hanging from his waist, and happily looted the loot.

After the search, he pinched his nose and ripped off all the clothes on his body, and there was a trace of destruction.

Then Han Yu re-frozen the person's head and put it in the storage bag before coming to check the harvest this time.

There were three high-grade magic weapons, two top-level magic weapons, three bottles of pills, seven or eight five-colored beads, and a bunch of messy raw materials, as well as a wooden box.

Han Yu skillfully classified things into categories, opened the wooden box at will, and was slightly stunned.

There was also a human head in the wooden box, which looked to be about forty years old, with a look of horror on its face.

"Alas!"

Han Yu sighed heavily, then re-covered the wooden box, allowing the mantis puppet to bury its head deep in the ground.

The thought of returning the head flashed through his mind, and while it was a relief to the deceased, it could cause some trouble for him.

Sending the head back may bring some gratitude, but at the same time it will be met with some skepticism.

Could it be that you used him as bait to ambush and kill the monks of the Demon Dao?

If you saw him die, why didn't you save him?

.....

Sending the body of the monk surnamed He back to the door during the Qi refining period was in exchange for the opportunity to enter the door, and I thought that I would receive some gratitude, but I didn't expect that something unexpected happened later.

In the Edgeworth faction, the old man surnamed He was not only not grateful, but wanted his life in every possible way. He didn't care if Han Yu had the ability to save the life of the monk surnamed He, and there was only one thought in his mind: My sons are dead, why don't you die?

Watching the puppet carry the wooden box into the secret passage, Han Yu put everything away and continued to sit on the stone bed and meditate.

.....

The withering on the wasteland was slowly covered by heavy snow, and when the next year another wave of green grass grew, slowly growing, withering, and experiencing a cycle.

More than a year has passed, and the goose feather snow is slowly falling from the sky.

On this day, Han Yu, who was in the dust, returned to the front camp position and did not stop to return to the fortress.

After leaving for more than a year, the fortress has not changed, but instead of returning to the stone tower of the Imperial Sword Sect, he turned around and went to Minggongtang.

This time he waited very patiently, and waited until in the evening when all the monks were gone, and then he went in.

The old woman behind the stone platform was pulling the abacus, and when she saw someone coming in, she subconsciously raised her head.

"Han Daoyou?" the old woman was slightly stunned at first, and then said hello with a face full of surprise.

Han Yu disappeared in the fortress for more than a year, and she thought that she had died in the wasteland a long time ago, but she didn't expect to reappear a year later.

"Yan Daoyou, if you have something to ask for, I hope that Daoyou will close the stone gate first. Han Yu said with a solemn expression.

The old woman had a little doubt on her face, but with a wave of her hand, the stone door of the Ming Gong Hall slowly closed.

"Han Daoyou, please say something, as long as you can help me, I will definitely help. The old woman put the abacus in her hand aside and said lightly.

A smile appeared on Han Yu's face, and he said solemnly: "I want to contribute something, fellow Daoist, please help me keep it a secret." ”

The old woman's expression became a little strange, but she still nodded: "Han Daoyou, don't worry, the old woman will help you keep this secret." ”

Han Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, the old woman was sent here because he acted justly, kept his mouth shut, and would not easily break his promise on what he promised.

Han Yu took out the wooden boxes from the storage bag, when the face of the ten old women changed, when the faces of the twenty old women showed shock, when the entire thirty-eight wooden boxes were taken out, the old women had become a little numb.

"Han... Fellow Daoist, could it be that these are..."The old woman looked at the wooden box and couldn't help but ask in horror.

"This is the foundation of the Demon Dao that I killed, and I also ask Daoist friends to verify their identities quickly, I want to exchange my contribution points for some items. Han Yu said calmly.