Xiao Ziyang went all the way south, crossed the killing field in the middle where the monks fell every moment, came to the rear of the monks of the Xiliang Kingdom, and turned westward.

At the same time, his eyes turned a mysterious purple again, like two brilliant gems, emitting a misty light, looking around for the hunters who had come to sneak over from the grassland.

Suddenly, more than ten miles in front of Xiao Ziyang, a sky-high spiritual light burst out, and faintly came, the terrible screams of human beings before they died.

Xiao Ziyang hurriedly accelerated and fled there.

The deceased was an elderly monk with gray hair.

Some monks, either because of their poor qualifications or because of timidity, gave up hope of building a foundation in their youth, but when they were nearing the end of their lives, the fear of death drove them to try their luck in the bloody wasteland.

As the saying goes, the more afraid you are, the faster you will die. The so-called narrow road meets, and the brave wins. The Scarlet Wasteland does not allow the faint to live. These elderly monks who come to try their luck often lose what few lives they have left.

Xiao Ziyang squinted his eyes and looked at his feet, and a big hole was opened behind him, faintly revealing the corpse of the old monk inside, as if he was grieving and angry.

But there was neither sorrow nor anger in his heart.

The corner of Xiao Ziyang's eyes was staring closely at a boulder more than fifty zhang away in front of him.

Ordinary monks must not have seen that on that boulder, there was a grassland monk dressed in black who was squatting invisibly. He got down on one knee, holding the boulder in one hand and the storage bag at his waist with the other. A pair of deep eyes were staring at Xiao Ziyang, who had already deliberately collected the invisible escape method, like a leopard, staring at a young deer within the range of the pounce.

But Xiao Ziyang's purple eyes flashed, but he could even see a hint of a playful smile at the corner of his mouth clearly.

The black-clothed monk's palm pressed on the storage bag moved slightly, and a pitch-black scimitar cut through the sky and slashed towards Xiao Ziyang's neck.

The scimitar was extremely fast, and when Xiao Ziyang looked up in shock, it was already less than ten zhang away from him.

The Heiyi monk was shocked in his heart, because Xiao Ziyang did not look up at the scimitar that was about to die, but at the boulder where he was invisible. And with a sneer on his face.

The black-clothed monk has extremely rich experience in fighting methods, and when he realizes that something is wrong, he has to fly away to dodge. But before he could make any moves, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He looked down and saw a blood-stained tip of the sword poking out of his chest.

He looked up at Xiao Ziyang in disbelief, only to see that his scimitar was blocked by a black round shield less than two feet away from the other party.

Seeing this scene, the disappointed blackfriar's eyes darkened, he lost consciousness, and fell to his death on the boulder.

Xiao Ziyang stepped on the spirit sword and slowly flew over the boulder where the black-clothed monk had fallen. He sighed softly. Reaching out and grabbing it, he scooped the storage bag around the blackfriar's waist in his hand. Don't look at it, put it in your arms.

He swept his mind over the corpse again. A moment later, he made a discovery, reaching out and grabbing a pendant from the corpse's neck.

At the lower end of the purple gold chain hangs a thumb-sized statue with green fangs and four heads and eight arms.

Xiao Ziyang carefully felt the very faint mana fluctuations on it. This fluctuation seems to be very weak at first, but if you feel it closely, you can see that it is faintly powerful.

This should be a high-grade magic weapon, but as for the function, it will only be known after going back to study it carefully. Xiao Ziyang estimated that this should be the invisible magic weapon of this person.

Examining the corpse carefully to make sure that nothing was missing, he disappeared and fled from the place.

Xiao Ziyang was like an invisible ghost, cruising in the wasteland. One by one, relying on the stealth technique, the grassland monks who were hunting behind the Xiliang monks fell under his spirit sword. The black cards in his hand were slowly increasing.

The increase in black cards did not make Xiao Ziyang happy. Along the way, dozens of corpses of Xiliang monks who fell to death on the wasteland like wild dogs made the boulder on his chest heavier and heavier.

Xiao Ziyang was cruising and heading west. For some reason, judging from the Qianli Questioning Mirror, Murong Ling did not sneak into the rear of the grassland monk, but stayed behind the Xiliang monk like him.

But Xiao Ziyang is not worried. Murong Ling is a Thunder Cultivator. It is difficult for the Thunder Cultivators to cultivate, and it is extremely difficult to build a foundation. However, the power of the thunder spell is powerful, and the speed of the thunder escape technique is recognized. In addition to Murong Ling's body, three superb magic weapons are beside him. In the Scarlet Wasteland, no one should be able to kill her unless she is besieged, and even if she can't be defeated, it's always okay to escape.

In this way, he searched for steppe hunters in the wasteland during the day, and at night he escaped to the sky to meditate and rest. Three days later, he had collected five black cards.

On the fourth day, at the same time as the sun shot its first rays on the wasteland, Xiao Ziyang opened his eyes.

The blood-colored light curtain overhead had no effect on the sunlight. The light under the light curtain did not turn blood red.

Xiao Ziyang collected the double-headed invisible sword, unfolded the invisible escape method, and began a new day of searching.

He flew slowly down in the air, not even shielding himself, letting the majestic wind blow away his long hair.

Looking at the monks in the wasteland below, like ants moving one by one, Xiao Ziyang couldn't help but think of the first time he flew on the Spirit Boat magic weapon, he didn't even dare to stand up straight on the Spirit Boat. He smiled slightly, and the breeze on the Buddha's face made his heart, which had always been heavy, a lot more cheerful.

Suddenly, a shining aura aroused his idea, there is a monk fighting method!

Xiao Ziyang hurried away and hurried towards that place.

Fighting were four monks, three of whom were monks from the Xiliang Kingdom, and their opponents were tall, with curly beards and very different attire from the Xiliang people, who were obviously grassland hunters.

The grassland hunter, although he was only one person, was very superb in swordsmanship, and two superb flying swords were under his control, sometimes rushing like thunder and lightning, and sometimes like a drizzle. The six magic weapons of the three people on the opposite side were actually suppressed within a range of less than five zhang in front of them.

Among the three sweaty and clumsy Xiliang monks who were killed, Xiao Ziyang actually saw an acquaintance. The man, with a round baby face, controlled a bone shield that exuded a powerful aura, withstood most of the steppe monks' attacks. This person is Li Guzhen, a disciple of Bichenzi.

Xiao Ziyang lurked dozens of feet away, carefully observing the battlefield. The superb swordsmanship of the grassland monk is really the only one seen in Xiao Ziyang's life.

The two flying swords in his hands were both top-grade magic weapons, but the three people on the opposite side also had three top-grade magic weapons in their hands. In addition to a top-grade bone shield in Li Guzhen's hand, the other two monks, a man and a woman, also had a top-grade flying sword in their hands, and the quality of the top-grade flying sword held by these two people was slightly stronger than the two in the hands of the steppe monk.

But the grassland monk actually relied on two flying swords, not only entangled the three flying swords of the three people opposite, but every time he took the time to attack, not only the angle was tricky, but also thunderous, so that the three people did not dare to have any other ideas except for controlling the defensive magic weapon and guarding themselves tightly.

In front of the hunter, one side radiated an earthy yellow aura, like a round shield carved from jade, which was almost useless.

This shield is obviously also a powerful and supreme magic weapon.