Dongfang Zhuo poured a sip of water and asked, "Bamboo, how long do we have to walk before we can get out of the Wandering Desert?"

Zhuzi thought for a while, and suddenly said with a pale face: "Young master, it's best for us to go north now, and don't go to the central area of the wandering desert." ”

Dongfang Zhuo asked suspiciously, "What's going on there?"

Zhu Zi smiled bitterly and said: "This desert used to be an ancient battlefield, there is an ethereal illusion there, where countless sand and gravel will be melted into crystal, and the souls of the monks who died in battle there are all imprinted on the crystal, and those who try to cross the desert in vain will be torn to pieces by the souls in the crystal, and the east of the foreign state and the desert is the wilderness of Zhuwo, where alien races and humans are competing, it is very chaotic, it is not worth the young master to take the risk, and it is not too late to come back and see when the young master has completed his cultivation." ”

Dongfang Zhuo nodded calmly and asked, "Then why don't you go south, but go north?"

Zhu Zi wanted to cry without tears, handed Dongfang Zhuo a map, and said: "The southern end of the desert is a foreign state, and all the people who live there are alien races, and we will be regarded as invaders when we go in, and if we go north, there is the area of Kunlun Mountain, where the monks will protect us." ”

Dongfang Zhuo put away the map and said: "Okay, then go to Kunlun Mountain first, I also want to see how magnificent the snow-capped mountains in the north are, is it worth my praise on "Dingshan River". ”

Dongfang Zhuo smiled and added: "But don't want to be praised by me in the desert, it's almost hot to death." ”

Bamboo responded with a smile, turned around, and the two of them walked towards the place of Kunlun Mountain.

After walking for half a decade, Dongfang Zhuo looked at the mountains in the distance, and the snow covered the peaks, Dongfang Zhuo was in a good mood, and he picked up the pen and wrote the prospect of the Kunlun Mountains in the book.

Closing the book, Dongfang Zhuo asked, "Are we going to Kunlun Mountain now?"

Zhuzi said curtly: "I'm sorry young master, I lied to you, in fact, there is nothing on Kunlun Mountain, even if we go now, no one will be there." ”

Dongfang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and said calmly: "Then continue to walk east directly." ”

Bamboo shrank his head and asked, "Young Master, why don't you scold me?"

Dongfang Zhuoqian smiled: "You are for my life, why should I scold you?"

Bamboo smiled, followed behind Dongfang Zhuo, and walked towards Dongfang.

Dongfang Zhuo asked, "Go further east, around the wilderness of Zhuwo, where is it?"

Bamboo rolled his eyes and said, "Young Master, don't you have a map?"

Dongfang Zhuo said embarrassedly: "I can't understand ......"

Zhuzi took out the map from his bag and said: "We will go to the north first, but we must pass by Changliu Mountain, and when we get there, the young master can show his identity, and the B-level forces of Changliu Mountain will never dare to turn their faces with the young master, besides, just passing by, Changliu Mountain will definitely give the Dongfang family this face." ”

Dongfang Zhuo smiled and said, "I haven't been out of the house before, and I don't know that the signboard of my house is so big, it is easy to use wherever I go." ”

Zhu Zi smiled: "Yes, the lord printed the word Oriental in all corners of the world, wearing a green coat and a cold sword, no one in the world knows the master, and no one knows the dawn of the East." ”

Dongfang Zhuo was surprised and said, "My father is so powerful, then why didn't he let me get in touch with Qi cultivation." ”

Zhuzi said with some loss: "Maybe I want the young master to spend this life happily, and I don't want the young master to see the ugliness of the world." ”

Dongfang Zhuo said: "But after I ran out privately, I realized that Lao Tzu had lived in vain for more than 20 years. ”

Zhuzi said: "Yes, young master, when you go to the Xuanyan Ice Palace to cultivate and come back, don't forget me......"

Dongfang Zhuo flicked the door of the bamboo head and said, "What do you kid think, put your heart in your stomach." ”

Bamboo blinked, but didn't speak.

After seeing the snow-capped mountains and the barren Gobi, Dongfang Zhuo asked, "Bamboo, whose territory is Changliu Mountain?"

Bamboo said: "Half of the Terrans, half of the Terrans, let's find the Terran monks, try not to let the aliens find us, otherwise it will be difficult for us to get rid of them." ”

Dongfang Zhuo asked suspiciously: "You have been talking about alien races, what is alien races?"

Zhuzi thought for a while and said, "Alien race, it is divided into six major races, the Heavenly Dragon Clan, the Shura Clan, the Wu Clan, the Alien Demon Clan, the Hades Clan, the Night Demon Clan, and some small races that are infected by anger or aura, such as the White Feather Clan and the Merman Clan, etc. ”

Dongfang Zhuo cupped his forehead and said, "These are even more difficult to remember than the ancient sayings said by the sage, how did you write them down?"

Bamboo grinned: "I once went out with the master, and I was fortunate to meet it once, and it looks very easy to remember, so I wrote it down." ”

Dongfang Zhuo was surprised: "Have you seen it all?"

Zhuzi nodded and said, "Well, young master, there is Changliu Mountain in front, young master, you must not be stage frightened." ”

Dongfang Zhuo couldn't cry and laughed, and said, "Do you young master and I seem to be such a weak person?"

Zhuzi shook his head with a smile and said, "I believe in the young master the most, but the people who stay in the mountain for a long time are not good, the young master should be careful with his wording, don't capsize in the gutter." ”

Dongfang Zhuo nodded and went straight to Changliu Mountain.

Although the name of Changliu Mountain is a mountain, the mountain is not high, and most of it is still the inland of the plateau where the grassland and Gobi are mixed with desert.

Dongfang Zhuo sat on the seat in a room, chatting and laughing with a middle-aged man, the man smiled and said to Dongfang Zhuo: "The old hero of the East is the predecessor I want to look up to, he has made great contributions in the battle of the gods, today I am fortunate to see the eldest son of the old hero of the East, I have no time to entertain, how can I not let the two of you go?"

Dongfang Zhuo arched his hand and said, "Thank you seniors." ”

Dongfang Zhuo left here, returned to an inn in Changliu Mountain, asked for a bowl of wine, and said to Bamboo: "Bamboo, what is the Battle of the Gods?"

Zhuzi also asked for a bowl of wine, and after taking a small sip, he said: "This history is very long, and the young master should listen slowly." ”

"A long time ago, the Shura tribe in the seven major races slaughtered the monks of our human race, but the other races helped us suppress the Shura tribe for a short period of time, but with the master of the Shura tribe, the ancestor of the Styx, the Shura army attacked more vigorously, helping our Tianlong clan to suffer heavy casualties, at this time, Haotian God carried Nuwa's god list, supplemented by the monks of the earth realm, and hit the Shura clan hard, and the earth realm entered a short period of stability, and this battle was called the war of the gods, and the head of the Dongfang Dawn family shined in this battle, so the world gradually knew that there was a person named Dongfang Dawn in Zhongzhou, there is an Oriental family who is willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of the world. ”