The whole sect is full of villains, and the sister of the King of Rolls kills Chuan Tian

"That being said, in fact, the Zongmen reward does not directly allow us to obtain the legendary inheritance of the Xianzong, but only gives us a chance to find the ruins of the Xianzong, escort us safely to the ruined city in the wasteland with a fairy boat, and A pass token."

Su Chen'an looked at the few people who were struggling, shook his head with a smile and sighed, and patiently explained, "According to the information I searched, the ruined wasteland city, this ruined city was a big sect hundreds of years ago, Wan Xing The relics left by the sect, if we can find the ruins of the Xianzong, it is not an ordinary chance, but the entire inheritance left by a once glorious sect..."

This is a huge wealth of the entire sect.

Even if there is only a piece of broken ruins left, if they can successfully find the ruins and get a random thing or inheritance from it, it will be an unimaginably huge opportunity.

The journey to the wild ruined city is long and long, and even if there is a flying boat, it will take at least half a month.

During the period, I have to experience various death canyon desert storms and the like.

The scorching sun hangs high, dry and scorching, and as far as the eye can see is the endless yellow sand desert, and the spiritual energy is so thin that there is almost no.

Even a monk whose physical fitness is far superior to ordinary people can hardly live under such conditions for a long time.

The flying boat that was running smoothly was jolted violently, and Tan Taiming, who was lying on the railing and looking around, almost flew out.
After he shook his head and saw clearly what was happening in front of him, he ran to look for Junior Sister and the others.

"Ah, ah, ah, it's bad, it's not good, it's not good, something big happened!"

Mu Chihuai covered his ears, "Be quiet, we're not blind."

The sky darkened unknowingly, the surrounding wind was strong, and the yellow sand all over the sky formed a powerful vortex that was getting bigger and bigger, and it was rushing towards them at high speed.

It's been a long time since I've seen them, they were so unlucky to encounter a desert storm so soon.

"You little disciples, step back. There is a heaven-level defensive formation engraved on the flying boat, which is enough to resist the desert storm. Don't panic." An escort elder came to comfort him.

This flying boat is a high-level carrying spirit weapon jointly refined by the elders of the Alchemy Sect and the Eight Elephant Sect. The defensive formation is to prevent this special situation.

Just in case, there are two elders in the transformation stage to escort.

The moment the desert storm hit, everything it touched was instantly sucked in. The flying boat slowed down, and a faint translucent circular barrier appeared around it. When the storm hit, it didn't move halfway. Steady through the danger zone of the storm, moving slowly...

Sang Luo saw a few monks who were on their way not far away, but they disappeared the moment the storm came.

Not blown away,

Instead, the flesh and blood body was directly torn into countless pieces by the storm, and it was wiped out in ashes.

Several people present swallowed their saliva, trembling with fear.

This place is even more dangerous than they imagined, no wonder the sect specially sent flying boats to escort them.If they were allowed to come by themselves, they might not even be able to see the gate of the wasteland ruined city, so they would be sent directly to see the grandma.

"Look, what is that!"

After the storm was over, Tan Taiming, who was highly skilled and bold, grabbed the railing again, probed his head, and yelled.

In the distance, buildings gradually emerged on the golden horizon, which seemed to be a prosperous and lively city——

Have they reached their destination at last? !

"No, no, there is no breath of living people there!"

Xiaobai shook his head and said in a milky voice.

Chu Sang also finds it strange that this place is no longer suitable for living, it is impossible for such a prosperous city to appear, not to mention that according to the news obtained by Senior Brother Wu, the only city here is the ruins of the ancient city a hundred years ago, and it has long been deserted. Maybe it's still so prosperous?
Mu Chihuai distributed a bottle of Qingling Pill to everyone, and after taking the pill, the bustling city was instantly disillusioned and disappeared from sight.

"This is a mirage unique to the wilderness. It often wanders in every corner of the wilderness, transforming into the most desired thing in the hearts of passing monks, luring them to go there, and becoming their nourishment..." Different from the tall, thin and serious alchemist Elder Zong, Elder Baxiang Zong is a kind-looking fat old man, he sat down in front of them with a smile and chatted with them.

The fat elder paid the most attention to the little girl Chu Sang, and he couldn't stop squinting.

Chu Sang asked with concern, "Elder, are your eyes cramping?"

"..."

The kind smile on the fat elder's face was a little stiff.

Chu Sang didn't participate in the Talisman Cultivation Competition at that time, but the chief disciple of their sect who always had his eyes above the top often talked about her, saying that the talismans she made were more effective than the popular talismans on the market. Qiang, wanted to compete with this person very much, and as time passed, the elders of them all knew-there is such a dusty pearl in the outside world?
The fat elder wanted to take this opportunity to inquire about the news, and by the way, get acquainted with this talented little girl, and see if he could pry into the Baxiang sect in the future and become a parallel disciple.

"You should know the chief disciple of our sect, Cui Xiu, he mentioned you more than once in front of our elders."

The fat elder quickly recovered the expression on his face, and continued to smile, "Do you know why?"

She blinked suspiciously.

He bowed his head and thought about it seriously, "I...understand."

"What do you understand?" The fat elder thought to himself with relief, this little girl is really good.

"Understood, he absolutely loves me secretly!"

After thinking about it, Chu Sang suddenly realized, and then came to a serious conclusion, and blew out a non-existent smoke ring, "Hey, after all, I am so good, I should be secretly loved by others."

As she spoke, she let out a long sigh, as if she was extremely distressed.

"..." The fat elder's fat face twitched. I have seen shameless people before, but I have never seen such shameless people.

Except for Tan Taiming, the others in Lingqing Sect have long been familiar with the eccentricity, and the narcissism of the junior junior sister is invincible.

As for why he wanted to mention Tan Taiming, he immediately stood up, filled with righteous indignation, and said, "Okay, I knew that guy was plotting against my junior sister! See if I don't beat him to death next time we meet!!"

"..."

Come on, these two are a team.

"Hey, this is not the case... I heard from Cui Xiu that your talisman drawing is not bad?"

The fat elder also found out that the little girl didn't like this at all, so he hurriedly changed the topic back to the point, and asked straight to the point, "Can I let the old man take a look at the little friend's talisman?"

Chu Sang thought it was nothing, and took out a few talismans that he had stayed up all night drawing before he came.

After the fat elder took the talisman, he carefully looked at it over and over again, and the admiration in his eyes was even more difficult to conceal.

This little girl is not even a serious talisman cultivator, but a three-cultivator.

Double cultivation is rare enough, and triple cultivation is an endangered species.In the millions of years of history of the entire comprehension world, the number of three cultivators who have been born can be counted on one hand.

It is very rare for the three cultivators to cultivate one of them to the point of mastery.

Unexpectedly, this little girl is not only excellent in swordsmanship, but also in the art of talisman, which is not inferior to those of their Baxiang sect.

Just based on the smooth rune movement on this talisman, it is estimated that only the chief of their sect can compare with it.

"I don't know if my little friend is interested in becoming a disciple of our Eight Elephant Sect?"

See you here.

The faces of the senior brothers and sisters were not good.

Tan Taiming curled his lips, why did these eight sects who don't talk about martial arts come to poach people one by one after the sect competition? ?
Next, is it time for the Alchemist to dig out the fifth senior brother? ? !
Tantai Mingwei Prophet, the elder of the Alchemy Sect who treats everyone equally with a cold face, went to see Su Chen'an to show his concern, and his smile was so gentle that it made the other people get goosebumps just looking at it.

The two shady elders of the sect were forced to interrupt before they could pry anyone.
The flying boat drove to the inner circle of the desert of death, under the yellow sand, stretched out a pair of huge palms condensed by the yellow sand, grabbed the side of the boat, and dragged it down with a thousand catties of force, trying to sink it into the endless sea below. Among the sea of ​​sand.

"It's the sand spirits that are common in the wasteland. These sand spirits have their own minds and will often attack monks passing by."

The two elders hurriedly formed seals to activate the flying boat's attack formation, one after another shot out majestic spiritual power, and those sand spirit ghost hands were smashed into balls of yellow sand again.

There are too many sand spirits all over the place. Even if the formation protects the people in the boat from harm, the condensed yellow sand still blocks the way of the flying boat, blocking the sight line and making it difficult to fly normally.

"Eldest Sister, Seventh Senior Brother, the three of us go out to clean up Sha Ling." The two elders needed to keep the flying boat running normally, and the heavy responsibility of cleaning Sha Ling naturally fell on the three sword cultivators.

"Be careful, and come back when something goes wrong."

The disciples who can win the big competition are genius monks who are unique. The two elders have nothing to worry about, but what makes them a little strange is, "It's not the first time that Elder He and I have led a team to the wasteland, and we will also meet Storm and Shaling, but the situation is not as serious as this time..."

……

A group of sand thieves hiding in the dark are ready to move.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face and a slightly shabby appearance. He controlled the spiritual power of the earth attribute in his hands, and ghost hands formed in the originally peaceful wasteland, heading towards the flying boat over there.

The younger brothers beside him were gearing up, "Boss, can we do a big job today!?"

"I'm Ma Hezheng, how can I not succeed immediately?" The man smiled disdainfully, "Look at those people on this flying boat, they are just a group of young monks with a lot of money, and they are probably a group of idiots who come to find the ruins of Xianzong. There are always a few fools who will give us some money. How can the legendary Xianzong ruins be so easy to find? Even our local monks can’t find it. They foreign monks can find a fart! It’s cheaper for us !"

Ma Hezheng smiled bleakly, killing and extorting goods, they have done a lot.

In the past, the monks I met were a group of poor people, and they were worthless at all. The spirit boat that this group of monks rode on was just a big treasure. At first glance, they were a group of very good young disciples protected by the sect. Trying to find the opportunity to find the Xianzong ruins, the end result is either mediocrity, or being murdered by them.

"It's about time, come on!"

Ma Hezheng gave an order, and dozens of other sand thieves also rushed forward.

On the other side, the three of Chu Sang cleared a path, and then noticed the movement of the sand thief.

The other party obviously did not have a clear understanding of the strength of the two parties.

Chu Sang didn't panic at all, squinted her eyes, turned to look at the two elders, "Who are they, and why are they not affected by the wasteland sand spirit?"

"They are the Dune Clan, a very special human race. They are native monks in the wasteland. Their ancestors have lived in this wasteland for thousands of years, so the spells they practice are also related to it. I heard that they have even learned to raise and control sand spirits. , so many Sha Ling just now should have their handwriting."

Treating this group of Xiaomeng's new disciples, the two elders finally found the slight sense of superiority, and patiently explained, "There are many strange people and alien races in the cultivation world, besides the Shaqiu tribe, there are also people from the Lihuo tribe and so on. , You can’t gain so much insight just by staying in the sect.”

Chu Sang turned her gaze back, looked at the sand thieves who were sure to win, weighed the sword in her hand,
"Senior Brother Seven, go!"

Tan Taiming became more and more handy at being commanded. He just broke through the Nascent Soul stage, and his hands were itchy. He was eager to find a group of sandbags to practice his hands. This group of sand thieves who came to the door automatically did not please him too much.

Stepping over the railing with his back foot, the young man rushed to the group of murderers like an arrow from the string, and the long sword in his hand flew out several unicorn sword intents and roared away. He was killed and a defeated army.

Damn, did I make a mistake? !

There is still the Nascent Soul Stage? ? !
There is a legendary land of the inheritance of the immortal sect hidden in the ruined wild city, but why only a few people come to look for it every year. Apart from the harsh geographical environment, the most important reason is that there are conditions to enter the inheritance land of the immortal sect .

Only young disciples whose roots are below the age of 50 are eligible to enter.

Therefore, even those monks who have achieved success in cultivation but are hundreds or thousands of years old can only look at the ocean and sigh.

Don't look at the young geniuses of the eight major sects, but in fact, looking at the entire cultivation world, it is extremely rare to be able to break through the golden core within the age of 50.

These sand thieves have been killing people for many years, and most of the young monks they met were Foundation Establishment, at most no more than Golden Core, which made them feel confident. They never expected to run into a Nascent Soul Stage today? !

This wave was kicked on the iron board.

Ma Hezheng realized that something was wrong and turned around to run.

"Want to run? That's so easy!"

The young man sneered, his figure was like a shuttle like lightning, the speed and strength of the Nascent Soul Stage were not comparable to those of the few Golden Cores, and he kicked the leader Ma Hezheng to the ground without any effort, and stepped on his feet.

The other sand thieves were also surrounded by the Weeping Blood Sword, and those who were disobedient would be killed.

"Say, who are you, dare to hit our idea?"

The boy stomped the big man's head into the yellow sand with one foot, a bit of wild arrogance flashed in his eyes, the next second he turned his head to look at Chusang and the others who came, his face changed in a second,
"Master and junior sister, look at me, I can subdue this group of people with three punches and two legs, how powerful is it!!!"

The order of the chapters of these two books is wrong (does not affect reading), and I will find the editor to modify it later.