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After staying in the Sword Spirit Tribe for three days, after explaining many things to the elders and patriarchs of the tribe, Su Chuan left, and the rumble caused when he came back did not appear when he left, and Su Chuan's departure did not alarm anyone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The trip to the desert may be coming to an end, so he must leave quietly.

Early in the morning, Su Chuan left the Sword Spirit Tribe, and the elders in the tribe only found out when they came to pay a visit, I don't know when Su Chuan had left, but they were not too surprised, it seemed that they had already thought that Su Chuan would leave one day, and they also knew that Su Chuan's departure could not be stopped by themselves and others.

"The world of the desert is too small for him, he should have his own sky, my generation should cultivate seriously, maybe one day I can help him. ”

The patriarch's expression was indifferent, looking at the east, and muttering, and his words seemed to have turned into power, integrating into every monk who appeared here, making them all show a determined look, especially that Zou Rushui, the light in his eyes flashed, which seemed to represent that he had made a decision in his heart.

Everyone was silent, sighed lightly in their hearts, looked at the east silently, and after a while, they all raised their hands and bowed to the east.

On the square outside the pavilion, there is a statue, that statue is Su Chuan, on the statue at this moment, it seems that there are many differences compared to before, it seems that in that statue, there is a powerful force that people are afraid of.

That power was left by Su Chuan, when he left, he sacrificed a piece of his divine consciousness to exist in it, and he left a sword soul power, which can be regarded as a guardian for the sword spirit tribe, if the sword spirit tribe is in danger, the divine consciousness left by himself will awaken, and it will become a statue to display the power of this sword soul.

Out of the Sword Spirit Tribe, Su Chuan went to find Lan Nu.

Seeing Su Chuan's appearance, Lan Nu still didn't have any expression, during the time that Su Chuan entered the Sword Spirit Tribe, she had been staying in this barren valley, and she didn't even eat.

Although as a monk in the Yuanying realm, he no longer cares much about food and does not need to rely on these to replenish energy, but it has not yet reached the point where he does not use it at all.

Therefore, Su Chuan still brought food for Lan Nu, watching the expressionless Lan Nu eat in a big gulp, Su Chuan's brows moved slightly, and he smiled slightly.

After Lan Nu finished eating, the two of them left, and really galloped towards the east of the desert. Su Chuan took Lan Nu and embarked on the road back to the Southern Wilderness and Chu together.

The land of Chu is in the south of the Southern Wilderness, but the desert is in the west of the Southern Wilderness, and there is no road to the Southern Wilderness from the desert, so if you want to return to the Chu State, you must pass through the Southern Wilderness.

Along the way, the two rarely spoke, Lan Nu seemed to be still immersed in grief and didn't want to say more, and Su Chuan didn't want to bother.

In this way, they flew for three days in a row, and at this moment, they were already almost at the edge of the desert, and they had already seen the existence of the continuous mountains, and that place was a great wilderness.

The great wilderness is mysterious and unpredictable, and there are many monsters, so Su Chuan did not choose to step into it directly, but chose a place, and the two stopped, ready to rest for some time and recuperate before stepping in.

This is a small forest, there is no water source around, logically speaking, this place should be a desert without the existence of forests, but it seems that because of the proximity to the great wilderness at the moment, this place without any water source actually exists in the forest.

In the middle of the woods, the two stopped.

The night soon came, Su Chuan took out the food he brought from the Sword Spirit Tribe, some dry food and water, or a few chickens, lit a bonfire, and roasted the roast chicken with his best means.

Lan Nu sat next to the bonfire, her legs were completely together, her hands were on her legs, her chin was propped, and she looked at the ruthless bonfire in front of her in a daze, still silent.

"In the future, if you have any plans, don't you really follow me all the time" Finally, Su Chuan broke the silence in the forest at night and asked.

"Why, are you not willing to keep your promise now" After a long time, Lan Nu spoke, with a trace of disdain in her eyes, glanced at Su Chuan, and asked.

"No, just want to know, your own plans. Su Chuan replied.

"I don't know, it's up to fate," Lan Nu replied, but it also made Su Chuan speechless.

The two ended their conversation and fell silent.

The night was deep, and the light of the fire became the only light in the vast expanse of the place, and soon, from the void, came the smell of roast chicken, and the fragrance overflowed, and drifted far away with the breeze.

When Lan Nu smelled the aroma of this roast chicken, her expression was finally moved, and it seemed that she was no longer sad about the affairs of the tribe, but was replaced by the roast chicken in front of her, her eyes flashed, and she looked at the golden roast chicken that Su Chuan held in her hand, and swallowed saliva in her throat.

"Give it to me," she said, holding out her hand.

It turned out that she was the same, and she couldn't resist the temptation of food. Seeing Lan Nu's performance, Su Chuan suddenly smiled slightly, sighed in his heart and handed over the roast chicken.

A breeze blew from afar, and then blew into the distance, and the light of the fire in front of them gradually dimmed, and the small forest seemed to gradually begin to fall silent.

At this moment, at the top of the desert, the monk with a mysterious existence is revealing his murderous intentions.

Around his body, there are still dense and countless thin lines, these thin lines are like a big net, covering the entire desert, extending endlessly to various places.

In the midst of those thin lines, there is a distinctive thin line, and the aura emitted above this thin line is obviously much stronger than the others, and the place where this line extends at this moment is no longer the desert, but to the edge of the desert, and it seems that it is about to get out of the desert.

If you look along this line, you can know that the place where this line is connected is the place where Su Chuan is, or in other words, Su Chuan, stretching out to his chest, the place where there are twelve traces.

It's just that this thing is illusory, and it seems that even Su Chuan himself can't see it, there is such a thin line on his body, but he has guessed something a long time ago, and he has also looked for the answer, but there has been no trace of this, so he is gradually letting down his vigilance.

In the palm of the mysterious monk's hand, there was a scene, which was the scene of Su Chuan meditating in the woods at this time.

Looking at Su Chuan, he only heard the man muttering to himself.

"This son is really not a desert cultivator, he actually wants to leave the desert, but have you left?"

"Out of the desert, but the old man is not cultivated enough, but he can't leave the desert, then the old man's way of cause and effect will be ineffective, and everything the old man did before will be in vain, how can such a big fish let you escape. ”

"It's just a pity, eating him at this moment is not the most perfect moment, if this son can break through the god, then with his own strength, it is enough to lift the curse on the old man, and he can let the old man get out of the sea of suffering and get out of the desert. ”

"I wanted you to live a few more days, but I didn't expect you to die by yourself, if you didn't want to leave the desert, the old man wouldn't have killed you so early, hey"

The monk muttered to himself, and at the moment when he said that, his right hand suddenly raised, like a fist, and grabbed the thin line in front of him that connected to Su Chuan, and then the momentum on his body soared, as if a terrifying devouring force was born, gushing out from above the thin line, and went straight to Su Chuan.

"It's a pity that such a good seedling is wasted like this. The mysterious monk's expression was hideous, and the blood in his eyes flickered strangely, and his left hand stretched out again, and after a few waves in the void, it slammed towards the thin line.

Bang

A loud noise rang out, like thunder in the void, and in an instant it spread in all directions.

This strange devouring power, along the thin line, quickly poured out, but in an instant, it surged into Su Chuan's body, making Su Chuan's eyes, who were originally meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened, and when his face suddenly changed, the murderous intent in his eyes became extremely strong, and he suddenly roared.

At the moment when he roared, the shirt on Su Chuan's body seemed to be torn, but it burst in an instant, revealing his muscles, and it was also revealing twelve marks like an imprint on his chest

It's just that at this moment, the imprint of the twelve marks began to mutate.

This, as if an imprint rushed out of Su Chuan's chest, turned into a crystal light in an instant, forming a whirlpool, flying from Su Chuan's chest, and a powerful devouring force poured out from the whirlpool, falling on Su Chuan's body, swimming all over his body in an instant, and began to devour the power on his body.

"There's something weird about this thing. Su Chuan roared again, and immediately activated his internal cultivation, and suddenly his momentum skyrocketed, resisting the terrifying devouring power.

"These twelve marks are really not a good thing, this is not a creation, but a calamity, now it seems that this must be a kind of exercise performed by a monk, using the power of this brand to control the monk, and finally devouring the monk's spirit and cultivation, the more times the power of the brand is cast, the deeper the control will be, and the more powerless he will resist when he devours. ”

Fortunately, Su was vigilant and did not use the power of this brand, and it has not reached the point where he cannot resist, but who is this person, and he actually planted this brand when Su came to this desert. ”

Su Chuan continued to pinch the trick and run the cultivation in his body, constantly resisting the power of the imprint, during this time, he became more and more familiar with the power of the imprint, and it was also gradually, confirming the guess in his heart.

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