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Chapter 740: Finding the Devil's Trace

The night in the desert is quiet, and there is no comparison with the splendid and prosperous Middle-earth, there is no night insect chirping, there is no tiger roaring mountain forest, except for the rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the sand, there is no other sound.

Burst!

Ye Xiaochuan stopped, stepped on the soft yellow sand, and stood alone on a sand dune, empty all around, as if he was alone in this barren land under the starry sky.

He looked back, but he didn't see the large force behind him.

"Yang Ling'er, they won't be lost, right?"

Ye Xiaochuan muttered.

He has a keen sixth sense, and at the moment he feels very bad, and he doesn't feel the murderous aura directed at him, but the feeling of being close to danger is getting stronger and stronger.

He didn't dare to go any further, he knew that he was just a bait, and if he went further, it was estimated that the fish would not be caught, but the bait would be dragged away by the big fish.

Suddenly, at this moment, Er's divine consciousness seemed to sense that something was wrong, and it was about three miles to the west.

"Anyone?"

Ye Xiaochuan was shocked in his heart, and immediately retracted his whole body's breath, and even dared not release his divine consciousness again, lying motionless on the yellow sand.

After waiting for a stick of incense, Yang Ling'er and the others behind him hadn't caught up yet, which made Ye Xiaochuan angry and angry, this is definitely like a loss! Could it be that Yang Ling'er is the same as Baili Kite, a road idiot who doesn't have any reaction to the sense of direction?

Thinking that Baili Kite and Yang Ling'er seemed to have a good relationship in private, Ye Xiaochuan was even more convinced of this idea, after all, there is still some truth in the saying that people use similar aggregates to divide into groups.

He guessed correctly, Yang Ling'er and the others were lost.

Yang Ling'er sent Ye Xiaochuan to explore the way in front, and he took nine female disciples of the Ethereal Pavilion to follow Ye Xiaochuan seven or eight miles away. At the beginning, it was okay, and Ye Xiaochuan could be seen faintly.

But after turning over a large sand dune, Ye Xiaochuan could not be seen.

Ye Xiaochuan was timid, and he was afraid that the magic weapon Haoguang would be seen by the disciples of the Demon Sect, so he just used his body to rush away.

Sometimes cultivating to a high level is also a bad thing, he uses the method of the end of the world, it is simply stepping on the snow without a trace, his feet can't even leave a footprint on the sand, the sky is dark, there are undulating sand dunes all around, and the distance is relatively far, Yang Ling'er It is strange that they don't lose it.

As early as half an hour ago, Yang Ling'er led nine female disciples, who had already shifted Ye Xiaochuan's direction and headed towards the southwest, and now they were almost a hundred and ten miles away from Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan waited left and right, he didn't wait for Yang Ling'er, he planned to retreat, but who was in front of him made him very curious, if it was really a demon sect disciple lurking around here, no matter what, he had to find out.

Seeing that it was still early in the morning, he turned his heart sideways and muttered, "Death is death!"

Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation is extremely high, and under the restrained aura, it is quite difficult for others to find his traces, unless the cultivation is much higher than him, the peerless master's divine consciousness is opened, and his existence may be discovered.

He was like Voldemort, crawling on the sand, and he swore that if he could go back alive this time, he would definitely stalk Yun Qiyou to teach him the Five Elements Escape Technique, she owed herself too much, and she should always let some blood out.

Soon, he had climbed over the three sand dunes, and was about to continue crawling, when suddenly a small sandbag bulged from the sand in front of him, and he was startled, and hurriedly lay down behind a few saxon grasses.

Only then did he see that it was not a bulging sandbag at all, but a man under the sand.

I saw a young man come out from under the sand, yawn and walk not far away and start unbuttoning his belt to pee.

After a while, a few more people came out from under the sand, and by the moonlight, Ye Xiaochuan saw that these people were all disciples of the Demon Sect, but they seemed to be very messy, and their clothes were red and black, as well as ordinary green shirts, and there were even more colorful clothes of Hu people.

"It's a loose cultivator of the Demon Sect!"

Ye Xiaochuan still had some insight in the end, and he quickly determined that most of the six or seven people who came out of the sand in front of him were scattered disciples of the Demon Sect. These people should be the outposts of the periphery, and the valley behind the dunes should be the garrison of the large army.

The demon disciples didn't have much to say, they crawled out from under the sand to pee and drink water, and after eating a few pieces of dried naan cakes, they continued to go to the sand pit, covering their faces with a sheepskin mattress, which was used to prevent sand from entering their mouths and noses when they breathed, and then lifted it casually, and it turned out that there was a wooden plank, which was covered on the sand pit, and when the wind blew, the sand covered the wooden plank again after a while.

It was really dangerous just now, and he almost came into close contact with these Demon Sect disciples hiding under the sand, Ye Xiaochuan's divine sense quietly opened, and he found that there were more than a dozen sand pits around, and there was a Demon Sect disciple sleeping in each sand pit.

His eyes rolled, and a plan suddenly appeared in his heart.

He quietly took out a large blue-green loose robe from the Qiankun bag, which was the clothing of the Aoki Banner disciple that Tianwen gave him, fortunately he didn't lose it yesterday, and now it just came in handy.

Put the robe on his body, but take out the blindfold mask and put it on his face, and finally put on the big one-piece hat on the back of the robe, whoever sees that this is a disciple of Aoki Qi, who would have thought that he would be a righteous young man?

If this was a disciple of a certain faction, Ye Xiaochuan would definitely turn around and leave immediately, without stopping for a moment.

Now that I have found out that this group of people is a loose cultivator of the Demon Sect, it is relatively easy, these casual cultivators sometimes do not meet once in their lives, no one knows anyone, from the previous few people who did not talk much when they met, Ye Xiaochuan concluded that these people were gathered together from all over the world, and they rarely met each other.

At this time, you can't be afraid of chaos, the more natural the better, Ye Xiaochuan swaggered and stepped on the wooden plank above a sand pit, and the wooden plank under his feet creaked, and then he heard a man inside scolding: "Who stepped on Lao Tzu? Look for death! Believe it or not, Lao Tzu slaughtered your whole family?"

Ye Xiaochuan ignored it, and walked over directly, thinking that the disciples of the Demon Sect were really irritable, and they didn't let go of the whole family of their siblings if they didn't agree with each other, and they were all brutal.

He was like entering a no-man's land, and soon walked up to the high sand dunes, and when he looked down, it seemed to be very calm below, there were few Demon Sect disciples, they were all drinking and eating, and there were not many people talking to each other.

But Ye Xiaochuan's divine sense opened, and he was immediately startled, his divine sense was keenly aware that the sand valley was densely packed with people, and there were at least hundreds of people sleeping under the sand.