The endless blood-colored desert, the red sand and gravel 'shoot' a little red under the blazing sun. From time to time, a strong wind blew, rolling up the sand and gravel, and then fell to the ground in the distance. Traces of human activity in the desert were quickly obscured, and everything quickly fell silent.

Between the red dust in the sky, a figure with a strange magic weapon on his feet was speeding against the ground. The monk's divine consciousness above the magic weapon radiated wantonly towards the surroundings, scanning the surrounding situation.

The figure on the magic weapon was wrapped in a wide robe, and the strange bun on his head revealed his identity. In this world, only the Japanese from the sea of Le Lang would have such a costume. Obviously, this is a monk in the conjugation period.

It has only been more than a hundred years since the Matsumoto Sword Sect rose in the Sea of Lelang, and the figure of the Japanese people has never appeared in the Luoyang Desert. Therefore, it is naturally very strange that such a Japanese monk appeared in the heart of this desert.

This widow looks like a middle-aged man, with a 'complexion' and 'gloomy', and his face is full of wind and dust, obviously he has been walking in this desert for a long time. In his hand, he held a token tightly, and on the token, there was a 'flower' pattern of a strange god statue, which looked extremely peculiar.

While the Japanese monk was hurrying away, his eyes swept towards the token from time to time, and there was also a trace of irritability in his eyes.

"It's been two days since the Divine Envoy has heard from him, and I don't know if that person is still in Calais......" The Japanese monk muttered as he glanced at the token again.

"Let's go to Calais first! Anyway, if you get to the target within 10,000 miles, the token will react......"

The Japanese monk suddenly accelerated, turned into a streamer, and disappeared from view......

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Hundreds of miles away, in an abandoned town.

"Haha, this damn Rakshasa was so arrogant just now, how is it, dead?" a cheerful voice sounded.

Three Huaxia monks with Qinggang swords stood together, and on the ground in front of them, a bald young man with a magic wand fell to the ground. The red blood moistened the blood-colored sand, but it looked very inconspicuous.

The bald young man's face had been cut out of shape by the flying sword, and on the staff, the 9 pale cyan 'colored' demon crystals were also dimmed. Obviously, this is a level 9 mage of the Rakshasa Kingdom!

And the three people standing in front of him, each of them had the aura of the primary stage of the merger period, and they were the three senior monks of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Although the level is the same, the ability to fight alone is the advantage of the monks of the Great Xia Kingdom, and there are three of them. In front of such a combination, it was impossible for a level 9 mage to take any advantage at all.

Among the three of them, a monk who looked like an old man spat heavily at the corpse of the magician, and scolded with a smile: "This guy thinks that he is a wind magician with a relatively fast speed, and he dares to take the initiative to provoke the three of us, he is really looking for death! How does he know that the three of us brothers have been in a group for hundreds of years, and what they are best at is the technique of combined attacks! Haha, he wants to play with us, but he ends up playing himself to death, isn't he?"

Another middle-aged monk stepped forward and stepped heavily on the bald young man's corpse, and laughed: "The Rakshasas are all stinky shit! Haha! Look at the badge on his 'chest', it should still belong to the Rakshasa family! At first glance, he is a big young master who relies on the art of inheritance, and he really thinks that their bullshit holy tower is invincible? This kind of person, our brother is killing one by one! When he meets our brother, he deserves to be unlucky!"

The third monk looked weaker, just like the common Confucian scholars in the interior of the Kyushu Continental Road, at this time he took out the crystal card and said with a smile: "Okay, two brothers, our brothers settle the accounts, take all the crystal cards, and I will give you the merit points!" Obviously, this Celestial Shadow team is headed by him!

The other two monks smiled and took out the crystal card, and put it together with the crystal card of the weak monk, and the weak monk made a 'mess' on the crystal card, and very skillfully divided the merit points to his two brothers. Then the three of them put away the bald mage's storage scroll and staff.

All three of them had satisfied smiles on their faces, obviously quite satisfied with today's gain. Level 9 magicians, but 5 million merit points! Each of them also received more than 1 million merit points, which is a big gain!

Even if they were all monks in the merger period, such a big deal was not something that could be encountered every day.

Within a radius of more than 100,000 miles, there are probably tens of thousands of monks scattered throughout the desert in both major countries. Life-and-death collisions like this happen every day.

These three Huaxia monks all belong to the same Celestial Shadow group, and they have hunted monsters in the desert for hundreds of years, searched for treasures, and fought through the Rakshasa monks. They are very confident in fighting at the same level.

Suddenly, the weak monk's face changed slightly: "Who is this?

The other two monks also restrained their smiles. They clearly felt that a divine consciousness swept towards them unscrupulously.

The strength of that divine sense told them that the other party's level was about the same as theirs. It is taboo for the divine consciousness to sweep through the desert like this. The divine consciousness of the three of them was only emitted dozens of miles away, and that person was obviously hundreds of miles away, so he dared to be so arrogant, which obviously made them unhappy.

"Let's go, let's see!" the three of them glanced at each other, and at the same time took off into the air, flying high into the air. At the same time, three divine senses emanated, locking the aura in the distance.

The owner of that breath obviously also found the three of them, and did not avoid them far away, but directly turned around and flew in the direction of the three of them.

"I'm stuck! Whose child is this, such a!" The middle-aged monk said indignantly, "Let's go, let's go and see it! If it's a Rakshasa person, our brother will make another big profit today! If it's a Chinese person, Lao Tzu will have to teach him a lesson." is so arrogant in the Luoyang Desert, isn't it looking for death?"

"Let's go!" The bodies of the three of them flashed at the same time, turning into three streamers, and 'shooting' in the direction of the breath. And the breath in the distance was also 'shooting' violently, and the distance between the two sides was also approaching extremely quickly.

There are no too tall buildings or mountains in the Luoyang Desert, and the three of them stand high in the air, and their vision is extremely open. Soon, the three of them spotted the figure that was shooting in the distance.

It was a monk flying close to the ground, and the monk stepped on a strange magic weapon like a strange snake at his feet, and the speed was also very fast. Although the monk was shrouded in a wide robe, the three of them could clearly see the strange bun on the top of the monk's head.

The three of them paused in the air and looked at each other. The weak monk said slowly: "It's not a Rakshasa person, and it's not our Daxia people. ”

"It's a widow!" said the middle-aged monk, "This dead widow is not good to stay in the sea of Lelang, what is he doing in this Luoyang desert?

"It doesn't matter if he's a Rakshasa or a Wa, as long as it's not my Huaxia people, the old rules, let's talk about it!" The old monk said a little impatiently, "If it's not my race, its heart will be different, and the Wa people are not a good thing!

"Haha! Big brother said well! It doesn't matter who you are, let's talk about other things!" the middle-aged monk laughed.

"Okay, let's go and him first, and then ask him what he's doing here. The weak monk smiled slightly, and the three of them suddenly accelerated, and flew towards the widow, and at the same time, they also descended to the ground very quickly.

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The monk looked at the token in his hand, and his eyes also showed a hint of excitement. At this time, a red dot appeared on top of the token.

"The goal has finally appeared! I'm finally within 10,000 miles of the goal!"

"After completing this mission, the Divine Envoy will have no worries, and he will definitely reward us greatly! Maybe I will have a chance to enter the Mahayana period!"

The Japanese monk raised his head and saw the three figures coming from in the distance, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Hmph!

But there was no trace of fear on his face.

When the three Huaxia monks came to a place miles away from the Japanese monks, they fell directly to the ground, blocking the way of the Japanese monks.

The Japanese monk snorted coldly, his body wrapped around slightly, and he rushed past him.

"Stop me!" Seeing that the Japanese monks were about to pass by them, the three Huaxia monks shouted violently, and at the same time picked up the Qinggang sword, and swung out three huge sword rays more than 10 zhang long, slashing towards the head of the Japanese monks.

The Japanese monk flashed slightly, dodging the attack of the three people, but he also stopped, and glared at the three Huaxia monks fiercely without saying a word.

"Haha, brothers, look, this dead Lang man is angry, haha!" the middle-aged Chinese monk laughed.

"Hey, you don't want to stay in the sea, what are you doing here?, is this the place on this continent where you can come?" said the old monk, shaking his beard.

The Japanese monk looked around, sneered, and said slowly in a stiff Daxia dialect: "Here, everything on the continent will eventually be our Fusang people! Now, please get out of the way! Otherwise, die!" "Poof!" Hearing this, the middle-aged monk almost burst out laughing, "Listen, listen! Hear no, everything on the continent will be theirs! Haha, the Rakshasa people don't dare to be so crazy! Oh my, it's really laughing to death!"

"You, die!" the Japanese monk looked at the middle-aged monk coldly, and stretched out his finger to put a little heavier on the token in his hand!

"Peng!" The middle-aged monk's face changed, his body fell to his knees heavily, and his face instantly turned pale!

"Second brother, what are you doing!" the weak young man and the old man were stunned for a moment and shouted in unison.

The middle-aged monk only felt a mountain-like coercion enveloping his whole body, and the other party was like a god in his eyes, and he was like a small ant like a mountain.

It was a coercion from the depths of the soul, and this coercion was so powerful that it should not belong to this world at all. Even a monk in the Tribulation Period could not have produced such coercion.

This is completely a coercion of a different level of life.

This kind of coercion is simply irresistible!