"Excuse me, fellow Daoists, may I ask if the front is the territory of the Great Zhou?" asked the young man who looked like a scholar with a gentle smile as he turned to a group of monks who were fighting each other.

This group of monks is fighting hard, blood is splashing everywhere, and from time to time there are severed limbs and stumps flying out, and at this moment, there is actually a scholar who is powerless to ask for directions?

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!!" a scarred man seemed to hate the scholar so much that he raised his knife and slashed at the scholar.

The man was still smiling, looking at the scarred man and shaking his head slightly, he said lightly: "Sure!"

This group of monks were all cultivators in the foundation building period, and there were even two Jindan monks, and at this moment, this young man actually made a decision, and dozens of people present were unable to move! Everyone looked at the young scholar in disbelief, what kind of cultivation is this person? Could it be that he is a great power?

"The predecessors, the front is the big ...... In the territory of the Great Zhou, the former ...... Let's go!" The scar man was about to cry, this young man was obviously so strong, but he was dressed as a weak scholar, isn't this a pit man?

The young scholar seemed to be relieved when he heard this, and he was about to leave, and his expression changed suddenly: "Huh, why did that person disappear?" The young scholar pinched his fingers, and suddenly a phantom of Fuxi gossip appeared, and after rotating back and forth a few times, a pointer pointed to the west. The young scholar sighed, "I came from the west, and now I have to run back." Master is right, this journey has been quite twists and turns!"

However, the young scholar was not annoyed, and still smiled and said to everyone: "Born from the same root, why bother with each other?" With a wave of his sleeves, he flashed towards the west and disappeared after a few breaths.

That wave of the sleeve formed a gentle wind that blew towards everyone. This group of monks suddenly regained their freedom, and at the same time, the killing heart in their hearts disappeared in an instant. The two Jindan monks looked at each other blankly, and looked in shock again in the direction where the young scholar had disappeared, and no longer had the desire to fight, and hurriedly left the battlefield with their respective men.

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The land of the far west, the vast desert

Under the scorching sun, the whole earth cracked as if it had been roasted by fire. The air distorted the space like a burning flame. From time to time, the wind and sand dance, and the sky and earth that blow straight are pale and yellow. Fortunately, there is also a small tea stall on the side of the road, which can allow pedestrians to escape the heat temporarily.

A ragged, withered, and extremely emaciated ascetic was sitting upright on a tattered tea table along the way, his eyes closed. The man sitting across from him was even more unbearable, although he looked young, his hair was nearly half white, and his torn clothes were mixed with blood and dirt, exuding the stench of what seemed to be a corpse. The whole person was lifeless, his eyes were dumbfounded, staring at the bowl of tea on the table, as if he was looking at something, but he didn't seem to see anything.

"Stinky monk, leave quickly with your dead man, the guests are both bad luck when they look at you, don't affect Lao Tzu's business. The owner of the tea stall scolded and stared at the two monks very dissatisfied.

The ascetic's sunken eyes moved slightly, opened his eyes, folded his hands and apologized to the stall owner: "I hope the shopkeeper will be tolerant, and when this little brother finishes drinking this bowl of tea, the poor monk will take him away." Then he looked at the lifeless young man opposite and sighed: "Little brother, life is precious, don't be cheap, let's drink this bowl of water!"

The young man's lips were chapped and obviously dehydrated, but he stared at the bowl of tea unmoved. At this moment, listening to what the shopkeeper said, he struggled to his feet and staggered towards the main road.

The dervish sighed again, poured the bowl of water into the water bag, and silently followed the young man.

The young man walked dozens of miles, and the blood blisters on his feet were crushed by the hot ground, leaving a bloody footprint with every step. When the dervish saw this, he was about to move forward, but the young man suddenly turned his head, his eyes shining fiercely, and he shouted hysterically at the dervish: "You damned monk, you, why do you have to save me, why do you have to follow me?"

The dervish showed compassion: "Amitabha! The parting of life and death is a common thing, and the little brother is obsessed with this, how can this make the deceased feel at ease?"

When the young man heard the words "the deceased", he trembled, hugged his head and fell into a frenzy, and cried out heartbreakingly: "Qing'er, Qing'er, ahhh

This young man is Yingtian.

Yingtian saw one soul diamond after another in Qing'er's body that day, and he couldn't control himself and wanted to jump out of the teleportation array, but he didn't want to be hit by one of the ten soul diamonds in his eyebrows, and flew into the teleportation array upside down. After the ancient teleportation array was activated in an instant, Yingtian only felt dizzy, and I don't know how long it took, but after waking up, he found that he had come to this Gobi Desert, and Ji Le'er and the others had disappeared.

At that time, he ignored the murderous intent of his eyebrows, and frantically searched for a similar teleportation array to go back, but this place was extremely desolate, except for the vast desert yellow sand and patches of dwarf dead wood, there was nothing.

Ying Tian was desperate, recalling that the two soul diamonds in Mei Changqing's body were already half dead, not to mention the mortal Qing'er with nine soul diamonds in his body, it was an instant death. At that time, he only saw Qing'er's body falling to the ground, and in the panic, he only had time to grab a piece of Qing'er's green rag.

Yingtian looked at the green rag in his hand, which was a piece of the green dress he bought when he took Qing'er to go shopping that day. He recalled Qing'er's happy smile that day, his whole heart twitched, and he felt a sharp pain, and directly spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

Looking around at the bleak desert land, Yingtian only felt bored. That's it, what revenge, what cultivation, what inheritance, at the moment in his heart is meaningless.

"Qing'er, I never thought that you would be so important to me!"

"Only now did I understand why my master didn't want to live alone, just because there was no one in this world who I cared about, loved the most, and there was no point in living. ”

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If I hadn't taken you to the Royal Palace, if I had taken you away earlier, and left you alone with that beast tide, why would I let you die? The Bleak Moon Killing Instrument Spirit was right, what does it matter to me about the life and death of others? I can't even protect my most beloved person, what mortal people can I protect? What is the use of living like a waste like me, this kind of waste of mine?"

"Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death. Qing'er, since you are dead, how can I survive in the sky!"

Ying Tian smiled miserably, summoned the remaining spiritual power in his body to condense his right palm, and slapped it fiercely towards his Heavenly Spirit Gai! Ying Tian's body was extremely injured at the moment, and there would be no way out of life under this palm!

But in an instant, a thin figure appeared, grabbing his right palm with one hand, instantly imprisoning all of Yingtian's spiritual power.

"Amitabha, little brother, it is not easy to cultivate in the previous life, and self-judgment is a great sin, so you must not do this!"

However, when Yingtian's heart is dead, how can this ascetic say that he will save it? He struggled frantically in anger, but he couldn't shake off the ascetic's hand. The dervishew saw that Yingtian was so crazy that he was afraid of hurting him, so he let go. As soon as Yingtian got out, he pushed the ascetic away fiercely, knowing that his cultivation was not as good as him, so he ran all the way to escape, and tried to commit suicide many times along the way, but was saved by the ascetic.

This ascetic followed Yingtian closely along the way, sometimes listening to Yingtian's nonsense, and more or less knew the reason for Yingtian's suicide. But this ascetic monk is determined, and seems to be determined to save Yingtian, and he does not dare to slack off even for half a moment.

This ascetic cultivator is unfathomable, but he is unwilling to forcibly imprison Yingtian, so he can only follow him to the death. However, seeing that Yingtian had not eaten or drunk for many days, and his body had become extremely thin, he was already worried. Now he was stimulated by his own words, and he was crazy to death, so he had no choice but to make him fall into a coma.

"Amitabha! It is not easy to meditate and meditate, and it is even more difficult to enter the world and save people. This young man seems to have a source of heavenly fortune in his body, and his life should not be extinguished. In this way, the poor monk should do his best to help this young man survive the calamity. ”