The northern region of China, the Canglan Plain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The afterglow of the setting sun was sprinkled with a shocking crimson, like the red blood of thousands of people on the ground, enchanting and beautiful.

There had just been a great war here, and a large area had been scorched. Thousands of corpses and broken weapons were scattered across the plain, with no end in sight.

The Canglan Plains, which had been lush just an hour ago, had lost its vitality by this time, except for a flock of vultures scattered around, occasionally making unpleasant calls, pecking at the unconscious corpses, enjoying a rare feast.

At this moment, an inconspicuous pile of corpses moved, and two or three charred corpses slipped down from the pile of corpses, and a gray-faced head emerged!

"Lao Tzu is not dead yet!" the sword light flashed, and a vulture that flew towards the head had no time to scream miserably, and it had already split into two halves.

"Whew, suffocate me!" Mu Chen looked around cautiously, and only after making sure that there were no living people nearby did he breathe a sigh of relief and crawl out of the pile of small corpses with difficulty.

Blood and sand stuck to his gray robes, making him uncomfortable. As a last resort, he could only take off a relatively clean robe and change it on a disciple of the Wuji Immortal Sect who had already died, and then he felt much more comfortable.

In this tragic battlefield where death is everywhere, except for the finger that he accidentally cut when he climbed up just now, there was not a single wound on his body, as if he had not participated in this tragic battle!

Strictly speaking, Mu Chen did not participate in this fight. At the beginning of the battle, he hid behind the thousands of Demon Cloud Sect disciples who were high-spirited, and secretly gathered seven or eight corpses to cover himself.

Not only that, but under the cover of these corpses, he also dug a small hole in the ground where one could hide, and has been hiding in it ever since. It was precisely because of his foresight that he finally escaped the self-explosion of that group of masters and miraculously survived.

He was originally a miscellaneous disciple of the Demon Cloud Sect, and he didn't know very well why he was engaged in this fight, only that the Demon Cloud Sect and the Wuji Immortal Sect were snatching a rotten wooden box that was only half a foot high and wide.

He didn't know what was in that box and what it was for, and those who were qualified to know were all big names in the Demon Cloud Sect, and miscellaneous disciples like him, who were cannon fodder, obviously didn't have the qualifications to know.

"That's..." Mu Chen looked not far away, and a dilapidated rotten wooden box landed quietly on the clearing, very conspicuous.

When he saw this rotten wooden box, Mu Chen's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, that was the culprit who caused this fight, he didn't know the value of this thing, but he knew that this thing had killed tens of thousands of people.

This is the center of the self-detonation, and because the power of the self-detonation is so great, this piece does not even have a stump or severed arm. But under the powerful self-detonation, this ugly-looking and decaying rotten wooden box was not only not annihilated, but also preserved intact.

Holding his breath, he carefully opened the rotten wooden box, and a crystal clear fiery red orb lay quietly inside the box, emitting a soft warmth. This kind of warmth made Mu Chen feel extremely comfortable, as if he was in a cold place and was suddenly exposed to the sun.

"Hehe, I'm rich!" Mu Chen picked up this orb, although he didn't know what it was for, but the people of the two major forces fought desperately for this thing, which showed its preciousness.

He let out a sigh of relief from the orb and wiped it on his sleeve, smirking smugly. This kind of treasure that the two bigwigs fought for at the cost of their lives, but in the end it fell into his own hands, which made him ecstatic.

Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately cast the Demon Cloud Sect's blood refining technique to take the orb into his body. Just as he was about to flee with the rotten wooden box, a shout suddenly came from behind him:

"Senior Brother Lu, look there are still people over there!"

He turned around and saw two disciples of the Infinite Immortal Sect, Imperial Sword, coming, and his heart sank. The Demon Cloud Sect is a Demon Dao sect, and it has always been intolerable by the righteous path. Although he hadn't been arrested in the Demon Cloud Sect for a long time, he knew that when the righteous demons met, they would definitely fight you to the death.

Mu Chen didn't want to die, he was still young, only a teenager, and he hadn't lived enough, for him, whether it was the righteous path or the demonic path, it didn't matter much to him, he just wanted to live well.

Seeing the two people walking towards him, Mu Chen nervously guarded against the approach of the two people, and there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

He had just been arrested in the Demon Cloud Sect for just over a year, and his cultivation had only gathered one level, which was insignificant to the vast majority of monks, and there were two people on the other side, and they were from the Imperial Sword, and they had obviously reached more than the fourth level of Qi Gathering, so he had to be afraid.

"This junior brother, don't be afraid, we have no malicious intent!" The two came to Mu Chen and saw his defensive look, but they didn't approach, but stopped outside Mu Chen.

Seeing Mu Chen's appearance, the other person frowned slightly, and said to the person who was the leader: "Senior Brother Lu, I think this senior brother must have not been killed before and was frightened, how can this be good?"

Hearing the other party's conversation, Mu Chen felt very weird, and even the feeling of nervousness disappeared. Only then did he remember that he had just changed into a set of clothes for the disciples of the Wuji Immortal Sect, and only then was he mistaken for the same sect by these two disciples of the Wuji Immortal Sect.

Thinking of this, Mu Chen suddenly pounced, hugged the body of the disciple surnamed Lu, as if he had seen a relative, and cried: "Senior brother, you are finally here, our Immortal Sect disciple died so miserably, wow..."

When he was crying, Mu Chen squeezed his tears hard, but he couldn't squeeze them out for a while, so he could only bury his head on the shoulder of the man surnamed Lu and wipe the dirt on his face.

"Okay, junior brother, it's okay!" Seeing Mu Chen's appearance, the man surnamed Lu felt compassion in his heart, patted Mu Chen's back, and comforted him softly.

"Hmm!" After crying for a while, Mu Chen felt almost over, so he covered his face with his sleeve, pretended to wipe the non-existent tears, and stood up straight.

The man next to him picked up the rotten wooden box, came to the man surnamed Lu, and said, "Senior Brother Lu, the box is still there!

The man surnamed Lu took the rotten wooden box and immediately put it away. He exhaled slowly, and said with a cold expression: "This box is very important, and the sect master specially explained when we came, and we will return to the sect immediately when we get the box." The Sect Master has his own arrangements for the rest of the matter!"

He looked at Mu Chen again and said, "Senior brother, you go back with us first, and then talk about it when you return to the sect!"

Mu Chen chuckled in his heart, he was a disciple of the Demon Cloud Sect, if he went to the Wuji Immortal Sect with these two people, if his identity was revealed, he would definitely be unable to escape death, and even if he wanted to die, he might not be able to die.

He raised his head, clenched his fists in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner, and said: "Two senior brothers, this box is very important, the younger brother is lowly in cultivation, and he doesn't know how to resist the sword, I'm afraid it will drag the two senior brothers back." It's better for the two senior brothers to take the first step, and you can't delay the sect master's big event because of the junior brother!"

"Senior brother, where are you talking about this!" The man surnamed Lu seemed to be infected by Mu Chen's righteousness, and said: "You are born and died for the sect in the line of Falling Cloud Peak, if I abandon my junior brother and leave, I will definitely be punished by the sect master when I go back." Senior brother doesn't know how to resist the sword, foolish brother will take you!"

Where did Mu Chen dare to go to the Wuji Immortal Sect, he couldn't wait to escape from this land of right and wrong immediately. He looked sad again, and said, "Senior brother, but the bones of the junior brother and the senior brother are still here, how can the junior brother abandon them?"

"Senior disciple don't worry, the sect master has already arranged for the disciples of other peaks to rush over!"

"Senior brother, I think I'm still..."

"Senior brother doesn't need to say much, your cultivation is low, how can a foolish brother let you stay alone in such a dangerous place? Besides, you are the only one who survived, I think the sect master must have something to ask you. Senior brother hurry up, foolish brother, I'll take you back!" The man surnamed Lu interrupted Mu Chen's words in a serious voice, and immediately sacrificed his flying sword, surrounded the unprepared Mu Chen, and flew into the air with another disciple, the imperial sword.