The desert has always been a very dangerous place.

The scorching air, the raging sandstorms, and the endless yellow sand.

Back then, when the two met for the first time.

Rotal was just a young man.

And Lu Changsheng set foot in this yellow sand desert for the second time.

The first time he set foot in the desert, he was just an ignorant teenager.

At that time, he didn't know anything about the desert.

He only came here to practice with his master.

The desert is scorching hot, the environment is harsh, and the spiritual power of the riot in the air cannot be absorbed and used.

For the Inhumans, this is really not a treasure land for cultivation, but the master and apprentice have stayed in this desert for eight years.

Coincidentally, Lu Changsheng back then, like now, was also the desert that he entered in the early days of the Seven Realms.

It's just that when they left eight years later, he was already at the peak of the Seven Realms.

After leaving the desert, he once asked Sikong Changfeng, there are countless cultivation treasures in the world, why he was brought to this desert.

With his talent, if he hadn't come to this desert, I'm afraid he would have already stepped into the Eight Realms.

He wasn't complaining, he was curious.

Sikong is known as the first person in the world, the first in strength, and the first in vision.

Since it is the first, it is natural that such a low-level mistake will not be made.

Sikong Changfeng glanced at him deeply, and did not answer, but just said a word very casually.

Even if the master said it casually, as a disciple, he remembered it very clearly.

Sikong Changfeng said that this desert will not leave any traces of anyone, but it can allow you to take away a lot of things.

After listening to it at the time, he didn't seem to understand, but he didn't ask any more.

Sikong Changfeng looked at his appearance and smiled, and did not give any explanation.

It wasn't until many years later, when he broke through the Ten Realms, that he finally understood the meaning of that sentence.

But those don't matter anymore.

Importantly, right now.

Sure enough, no matter how deep the footprints were, or how terrible the battle, they could not leave the slightest trace in this desert.

This is the desert, and the most in the desert is the yellow sand, the yellow sand that moves.

The quicksand everywhere will be pushed by time, and these traces will be submerged.

Legend has it that the Qita Desert was originally an ancient battlefield with a very strong atmosphere.

The bones of the soldiers and generals who died here may be lying deep in the ground, covered with layers of yellow sand.

Just like just now, the crimson spiritual power giant sword collided with the three-headed alien beast formed by the fusion of demonic qi and sword qi, and the terrifying energy aftermath almost overturned this desert.

But now, in just half an hour, everything is back to normal.

The yellow sand flowed all over the ground, deep and heavy.

In the sand, there are occasionally one or two sand willows dotted among them, which looks a little playful.

The sky returned to color, and the scorching sun shone on the yellow sand, shining as bright as gold.

If it weren't for the terrible wounds on the two of their bodies, as well as the bloodstains, I really wouldn't have seen that not long ago, there had just been an earth-shattering battle here.

Perhaps, this is what Sikong Changfeng said without leaving the slightest trace.

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The blood phoenix behind Lu Changsheng had disappeared, and the two demon shadows on Rotal's side had already turned into nothingness.

The attrition of this battle was extremely heavy for both men.

The difference is that Lu Changsheng's peerless sword is still in his hand, but Rotar is empty-handed.

The pitch-black magic knife had long since dissipated, and the demonic aura surrounding Rotar looked a little faint.

He was an undead, and it stands to reason that no attack in this world could hurt him.

The Peerless Sword does not belong to the world, with natural exceptions.

But because of this, he was extra careful when fighting Lu Changsheng.

Although there were many wounds on his body now, and he looked like he was dripping with blood, there were very few wounds caused by the energy of the Peerless Sword.

In other words, most of these injuries on his body were not wounds caused by the Peerless Sword.

The weird place is here.

It was obviously a wound caused by the power of the world, but it has never healed after such a long time.

What does this mean?

Maybe others can't understand it.

Rotal himself knew very well in his heart, and Lu Changsheng's heart was like a mirror.

In layman's terms, it is the current Rotal, who is likely to have lost his immortal talent.

Feeling the changes in his body, Rotal frowned slightly?

He glanced at Lu Changsheng coldly and said, "What did you do?"

Lu Changsheng sighed and said: "You are wrong to ask, it's not what I did, you should ask yourself what you did." ”

Rotal was silent for a moment and said, "Did you already know that this would happen?"

Lu Changsheng nodded, indicating that he really knew, but he didn't open his mouth to give any explanation or explanation for it.

The reason for this incident was only known after he defeated Lao Bai.

It was precisely because of this that he had agreed to Jian Ba's request to go to the Qingyun Sword Sect so happily before.

If you want to go to the Qingyun Sword Sect, you must pass through Shaliu Village.

One thing is also done, two things are also done, since it is to be done, it is better to solve it together.

Rotal had no intention of getting to the bottom of it, laughing at himself and saying, "It seems that I am also an idiot!"

Lu Changsheng glanced at him deeply and asked flatly, "Who is it?"

Rotal was slightly stunned, and then quickly understood what Lu Changsheng was asking, and said:

"I'm not sure, because she always wears a black robe and covers her face when she appears, but she once used a trick to rise in front of me!"

Lu Changsheng frowned when he heard this: "Qingyun Sword Sect?!"

Rotal thought for a moment, finally shook his head, and said:

"I said, I can't be sure, although it is the sword technique of the Qingyun Sword Sect, it is not very advanced after all, as long as it is a beginner disciple, it will have the opportunity to learn, so even if it spreads, it is not impossible. ”

Lu Changsheng naturally knew this, nodded and said, "Put this matter aside for now, and order your clansmen to stop, there is no need for this battle to continue." ”

Rothal sneered: "What, are you afraid that those friends of yours will be killed?"

Lu Changsheng said: "The sandpiper and the clam compete with each other, and the fishermen benefit, which is really not interesting. ”

When Rotal heard this, he immediately burst out laughing: "After so many years, your mouth is still so hard, don't worry, I have already transmitted the magic breath to them just now." ”

Speaking of this, Rotal suddenly paused for a moment, then sighed heavily, and said, "I don't have much time, tell me everything you know." ”

Lu Changsheng glanced at him expressionlessly: "I don't know where to start." ”

Rotal smiled and said a little weakly, "That'...... Let's start at the beginning...... Ahem, ahem!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly coughed violently, and then he threw his head up and fell straight down, his whole body deeply embedded in the yellow sand.

Lu Changsheng staggered to Rotar's side, carefully helped him to sit up, and then slowly spoke:

"It is said that more than 1,000 years ago, the undead ancestors, who were originally sinners, signed a pact with them for 3,000 years because of the mercy of the gods. ”

"Within three thousand years, the gods have given you the three talents of immortality, heavenly eye, and divine power, and in exchange, you must guard the entrance to the desert for three thousand years. ”

"After three thousand years, the contract is completed, and the undead are free. ”

These were originally records of the origin of the undead in the world, but Rotal sneered when he heard this.

"It's nonsense, it's just a deceptive story!"

Lu Changsheng nodded and said, "It is indeed a deceptive story, because the gods are fake, and the so-called blessings of the three great talents are also fake. ”

With that, he suddenly lowered his head and fell silent.

Rotal looked at him calmly, didn't say a word, just waited quietly for his answer.

He knew that what Lu Changsheng was going to say next was the most critical part of the whole thing.

His time was running out, but he believed that Lu Changsheng would give him an answer.

He was willing to wait, because the answer was so important to him.

Lu Changsheng thought for a long time, until a scorching wind and sand blew, and he finally raised his head slowly.

He took a deep look at Rothal and finally chose to tell the unbelievable truth:

"Although the talent is fake, the curse is real, and it is my Lu family ancestor who has set this curse for your clan!"