"Surname Qiu?" Qing Huan blurted out.

"Any questions?"

Qing Huan waved his hand again and again: "No, no, I have heard of the reputation of Longxiao Sect for a long time, but because I have been concentrating on cultivation, I don't understand some things very thoroughly, and some can't remember the name of your sect master." Actually, she thought of Qiu Tianjiao who was following Brother Kang, no wonder when she first saw Sect Master Longxiao, she felt so familiar, in addition to her dress, now that she thinks about it, her facial features are vaguely similar.

This attack on the sky, nine times out of ten, is a person from the Longxiao Sect.

"That..."

"You..."

The two spoke in unison, as if they had something to ask each other, but they bumped into each other.

"You speak first. ”

"Let's talk about it first. ”

As soon as Wei Qi was about to speak, he saw Long Xiao's disciple panting and running with a solemn face, "What's the matter?" he asked.

"Big... Senior brother, there seems to be a vision ahead. ”

"What vision?"

"Found the body of the monk, and then ....." the disciple swallowed.

"Finish speaking!" Wei Qi said anxiously.

"Senior brother, you'd better go and see for yourself. "The disciple wanted to gag.

Wei Qi glared at him and hurriedly stepped forward to check.

Qing Huan also followed.

There were nearly ten corpses lying on the side of the road, the death was tragic, basically all of them were broken hands and feet, and even more were torn in half, the most disgusting thing was that half of the head was gone, and the brains were bursting everywhere, no wonder the young disciple looked like he wanted to vomit when he mentioned it, and even Qing Huan couldn't help it when he saw it, don't look over.

Wei Qixu was well-informed, or perhaps calm and steady, seeing that his expression did not fluctuate, and he had looked at each corpse closely, and finally came to a conclusion: "It's not like the cut of a sword or knife, the state of the musculature, and the half of the head, if nothing else, it should be the monster." ”

As soon as these words came out, the six Longxiao disciples except Wei Qi all looked at each other, and some of them couldn't help trembling, obviously, they all thought of that rumor, and they couldn't help but be afraid in their hearts, whether it was death or loss, it would be a devastating blow to them.

Wei Qi read out their thoughts, picked up the identity of the eldest disciple of the Longxiao Sect and reprimanded: "What is the seventeenth article of the sect's motto?" I thought that I would just sweep the tail behind and not meet anything, but the few disciples who remained, except for Wei Qi, had not been in the sect for a long time, and his experience was mediocre.

A disciple only promised: "Sect... Article 17 of the Sect Motto, the disciples of this sect..."

"Be louder!" Wei Qi picked up his momentum.

"Article 17 of the Sect's Motto! Disciples of this sect should have the courage not to be afraid of danger! The road is righteous to see injustice! The responsibility of eliminating traitors and helping the weak! It is even more necessary to have the heart of supporting justice!"

Wei Qi was satisfied, and said: "Very good, in the seventeenth article of the sect's motto, the first thing is to have the courage not to be afraid of danger, since I am a disciple of Longxiao Sect, I can't have the cowardly act of cowering and cowardly, pick up your manliness, stand up your waist and chest, and the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, the people of Longxiao Sect are iron and fearless." ”

"Yes!"

"Long Xiao boy!"

"Fearless!"

The sound hits the sky, the momentum is like a rainbow, Qing Huan, as a bystander, felt a kind of soldier to go on the march, as if he was dead, the heart is very shocked, she often said, the rivers and lakes are sinister, if you can't retreat, but today, the disciples of Longxiao Sect gave her a vivid lesson, what is a hero, a hero is when others go back, rush forward without hesitation, stand up, not afraid of sacrifice, this is a hero, what is the spirit, the spirit is to face difficulties and obstacles, in the face of good and evil, good and evil, adhere to the heart, uphold justice, and move forward bravely.

Qing Huan's heart has a high opinion of this Longxiao sect, therefore, when Wei Qi persuaded her to stay, she refused without even thinking about it, in her heart she has always been particularly yearning for those heroic spirits, chivalrous and pride, but she suffers from no intuitive and profound experience, this time, she felt a little sign in Longxiao's disciples, but she can't really understand it thoroughly.

So, Qing Huan also followed them, knowing that there were tigers in the mountains, and preferred to go to the tiger mountains.

“......”

The "Spiral Labyrinth" is a place for natural creatures, which is almost universally known to the locals, but no one could have imagined that there is such a barren place here.

Looking up, all eyes are full of desolation, the wind is blowing, every step is taken, there is a thick yellow sand under your feet, not to mention the sand and gravel rushing in your face, the people who are approaching bow their heads, and from time to time there is a faint pain.

There is no green, let alone red, the only thing that has is yellow, which is the true color of the Gobi and sand dunes here.

The open Gobi Desert, without trees and grass, the vast earth holds up the vast sky, the boundless openness, there is no trace of time here, as if a hundred years in a flash, eternal life, endless vicissitudes and desolation.

Walking inside, you can see something else, some are spread out on the surface, some are hidden underneath, only the corners are exposed, all are white bones, some are animals, but more are human bones.

There are also vultures that are not ossified, attracting carrion-eating vultures, circling in mid-air, enjoying their food.

Qing Huan swallowed her saliva, and in a trance she thought that she had come to the Shura Hell, the shallow surface was already a mountain of wreckage, not to mention the depths, and the invisible place was also endless white bones.

A contradictory mood suddenly arose in her heart, fear and anger were intertwined, and she avoided fighting together, as if there were two selves in her body constantly pulling.

Seeing this, Wei Qi's face was very solemn, and the sword of the "brush" was unsheathed, and the other disciples of Long Xiao also drew their swords.

The tip of the sword is pointed in front of it, as if something is not going to appear in the next moment.

Qing Huan clenched the "Snow Cloud Fan" in his hand, secretly cheered himself up, and said: There is nothing to be afraid of, this is a nether realm cultivation ground, maybe it's just a little demon beast, she is a dignified immortal, and it should be the demon beast who touches her.

This is a bit of a bluff, but after all, it is a mental construction, of course, you have to cheer up, you can't be discouraged, and it's okay to pass some.

This place is very strange, Xu has set up a ban, whether it is trying to control the sky or the sword, there is no reaction, Qing Huan tried to soar the clouds, but he did not succeed.

Therefore, they had to rely on walking, and the group cheered up and focused their attention on the front, and the yellow sand blurred their vision, as if in the blink of an eye, something would appear in front of them through the sand fog.

There was another gust of wind, and even the sky darkened, interspersed among the bones, and the camel thorns that had withered for several lifetimes, and the shriveled grass suddenly became excited, and waved its shriveled arms wildly, like the cup of three rounds, like a drunkard, like a mad drunkard, crying hysterically, and the wind whimpering, as if crying, as if telling something.

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