"My little sister is naturally still fine, otherwise how could you see me here" Yang Xiyue glared at Zhang Bairen.

"If your little sister is not safe, it is better to take it to Zhuo County, there is a general to guard it, and there is no bad thing to watch, no one wants to do anything in Zhuo County" Zhang Bairen said with a serious face.

Yang Xiyue rolled her eyes: "You can think about it, but not now." ”

After arguing with Yang Xiyue, he calmly repaired in the guest room for two days, looking at the endless yellow sand, the moonlight flowing in the desert moonlight is intoxicating.

Zhang Bairen stepped into the void, looked at the bright moon in the sky with a pair of eyes, and disappeared into the Longmen Inn.

Yang Su was sacrificed by Zhang Bairen, so naturally he couldn't escape Zhang Bairen's perception.

Ruins of the ancient kingdom of Loulan

Looking at all kinds of ancient ruins and temples, Zhang Bairen took out the jade flute in his hand, and Hu Nuxing played it slowly.

So much time has passed, but the ancient country of Loulan in Dunhuang is still hot, and it is the place where the world's warriors treasure treasure, and many people have gathered here.

Hu Nu walks leisurely, seems to have a mysterious rhythm, actually spans dozens of miles, and the end is incredible, so that everyone in the audience can hear it clearly.

It's just that the sound of the flute is swaying, and everyone wants to find it, but they can't find it.

Zhang Bairen stroked Yu Xiao, stood in the desert and looked at the bright moon in the sky, and the shadow was very long under the moonlight.

The sand rolled, and I saw a black shadow suddenly come out of the soil, isn't it Yang Su or that?

Yang Su's whole person looks lifelike, and his limbs and joints are flexible, as if he is no different from a living person.

"Congratulations to Lord Yang," Zhang Bairen clasped his hands into fists and saluted.

"Thank you Zhang Zhenren" Yang Su was very polite to Zhang Bairen. Yang Su is a shrewd person, knowing that his family was pinched by Zhang Bairen's life, he bowed his head when he should bow his head, and he gave in when he should be soft. Although he is subservient to others, there is no gap in Yang Su's heart, he should have been reincarnated and everything started from scratch, but now he has an immortal body, which is cheap and profitable.

"The ancient country of Loulan is really a place of creation, and the transformation of the adult has been completed in such a short time, and I don't know what the strength of the adult is now?" Zhang Bairen looked at Yang Su.

Yang Su was silent for a while, and after a while, he said: "A dead person is a dead person after all, and he can't urge qi and blood, and it's already good to be able to have eighty percent of his cultivation before his death." This is thanks to you refining me alive in advance, otherwise I am afraid that even fifty percent of my cultivation may not be able to keep it. ”

"Zombies can evolve, as long as Lord Yang cultivates well, absorbs the essence of the moon, and the power of the earth, sooner or later he can evolve into a drought fish, and when the time comes, the power is endless, and it can be regarded as another supreme martial art" Zhang Bairen comforted Yang Su.

"You don't have to comfort the old man, the old man is already very content to continue to live, but it's a pity that he doesn't dare to appear in the sun, give me another three or five years, the old man is not afraid of the sun, and he can reappear in the world" Yang Su's eyes were full of heroism.

Zhang Bairen sighed lightly and didn't say much.

Yang Su's situation is already the best result, as long as he stays up for time, he can one day transform into an immortal drought.

"I invited Lord Yang to come over today, I asked Lord Yang to inquire about the whereabouts of a gust of wind for me," Zhang Bairen danced with his fingers and played with Yu Xiao.

Yang Su nodded: "This matter is not difficult!"

This matter is indeed not difficult, Yang Su wanders around Dunhuang all year round, and has long been familiar with Dunhuang, and it is not difficult to find a gust of wind.

Zhang Bairen sighed lightly and turned to leave.

There are many things that you can't do if you want to, and it's not something you don't want to do.

Taking out a jar of wine in his hand, Yang Su looked at Zhang Bairen with blank eyes, swallowed his throat, Zhang Bairen ignored it, and drank it himself.

"Alas, this is the bad thing about the dead, you can't experience the pleasure of the living," Yang Su shook his head with a wry smile.

Zhang Bairen looked at the silver-white gravel in the distance: "Zombies can speed up their evolution by absorbing human blood, this is outside the Saiwai, there were not many zombies and undead in the ancient country of Loulan back then, if Lord Yang really wants to evolve, it is better to absorb human blood." These outsiders are eyeing the Central Plains all day long, and even if you slaughter the grasslands, no one will take care of you. ”

Yang Su shook his head: "Otherwise, there are also masters in foreign races, otherwise they would have been wiped out by the Great Sui a long time ago." It is okay to suck human blood, but be careful not to be caught by the horse's feet. The last time I escaped from the ancient country of Loulan was not a zombie, but just a dried corpse! I became a zombie after the dry corpse transformed, and I don't know how many of the dried corpses that escaped back then turned into zombies. ”

Zhang Bairen was silent when he heard this, and after a while, he jumped up, stepped on the quicksand and disappeared into the sky: "I will go to Tuyuhun, and the affairs of Dunhuang will bother Lord Yang." ”

Watching Zhang Bairen walk away, Yang Su shook his head, and a flash of envy flashed in his eyes: "It's good to be alive." ”

It is indeed good to be alive, otherwise how would people try their best to live?

Tuyuhun

A flock of crows and vultures fluttered in the sky above Tuyuhun and a smell of decay permeated the air.

Blood stained the ground, and although all the limbs were buried in the yellow sand under his feet, Zhang Bairen could still vaguely perceive the tragic atmosphere left in the air.

"Buzz"

The four swords of Zhuxian trembled lightly behind him, Zhang Bairen stepped on the four directions, and the four swords of Zhuxian were inserted into the earth, and suddenly the overwhelming souls roared towards this place, and the blood slowly seeped out in the earth, and the surrounding soil turned into a swamp, a blood-red swamp.

Zhang Bairen was taken aback, and instantly withdrew from the place shrouded by the four swords of Zhuxian, avoiding the overwhelming battle spirit.

In the earth, with the four swords of Zhuxian as the center, an aura is spreading rapidly, the aura is sublimated everywhere, the corpse is dried up, turning into ashes, and becoming the nourishment of the large array.

No less than 100,000 people died on the battlefield of Tuyuhun, which was a feast for the four swords of Zhuxian.

Just when Zhang Bairen was refining the four swords of the immortals, two streamers of light in the distant sky swirled, and they came to the front in an instant.

"Tiye, what's going on here, actually causing a riot in the Battle Spirit?" said one of the Yang Gods.

"Look at the center of the cyclone, it is obvious that there is a treasure born, and it is definitely not a small treasure that can lead to such a big movement," someone said on the side.

"Hahaha, it's time for our brothers to have a fate today, and they actually happened to come across a treasure that was born" The two Yang God real people laughed wildly in the air.

Suddenly, one of them looked at Zhang Bairen: "Central Plains people!"

"Kill something!" one of them pointed his finger, and Zhang Bairen only felt that the quicksand around him was twisted, as if it had turned into a stream of water, swallowing himself.

Zhang Bairen did not resist, let the quicksand devour him, and cultivated the immortal body of Aoki and the power of the earth magnetism, which was no different from the earth and the air.

One of the "fragile creatures" is a banner in his hand, constantly swaying over the battlefield, catching the spirits that rush over.

Once they encounter a powerful war spirit, they will instantly capture it and stuff it into their own flags.

Standing in the dirt of the earth, Zhang Bairen silently watched the two Yang God True Beings in the sky.

The movement of the four swords of Zhuxian is a bit big, and there is no shortage of monks from all walks of life who come to fight the autumn wind on the Tuhun battlefield.

There are those who come to overspend the Yin Soul to earn merit, there are those who specialize in running over to refine ghosts, and there are those who specialize in sacrificing zombies.

People of the three religions and nine streams can all be found here.

It is impossible for everyone not to notice such a big movement, looking at the whirlpool of black pressure straight into the clouds, the monks from all walks of life who were cultivating on the Tuyuhun battlefield hurriedly came, but before they arrived, they had already been driven back by the two Yang God real people.

"The old man is here to sacrifice and refine the magic weapon, and you will retreat quickly" Tiye's voice was like thunder, and his fingers rolled a little yellow sand on the earth, as if the demon *** who opened his mouth was about to swallow people in one gulp.

Where the rolling quicksand passed, all the warriors and sacrifices retreated one after another, looking at the two figures in the sky, they had to retreat.

"Tiye, Kunming, you two old guys, don't you wait for me to be blind, this treasure can attract the battle spirit of the entire battlefield, and it is also something that you two old boys can practice? Everyone has known each other for decades, who doesn't know whom, you and I both know each other's details, don't say those ridiculous and generous words" A streamer in the sky distorted, and instantly stopped on the battlefield, already a great master of the Yang God realm.

"Fire" Kunming's pupils shrank.

Fire is indeed fire, but it is not fire either.

This man's name is the word 'fire', and his means are also flames.